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The romantic flamboyance of Kugane's streets was all the more impassioned on Valentione's Day: the city of crimson was adorned with cherry blossom pink hues, and the lanterns strung across the streets and gates of the city had become heart-shaped overnight. Festive banners marked the occasion while street vendors hawked elaborately arranged boxes of chocolates, flowers, and souvenirs to send to one’s sweetheart. It was an enjoyable finish to the Warrior of Light's venture in the city at the behest of Tataru and Hancock—even if he found himself feeling rather alone in the expansive luxury suite at the Bokairo Inn that Tataru booked him as a gift for his assistance with her business.
The day may have been a perfect occasion to be with a partner, but the last few times he'd tried to visit a tavern or bar and meet a friendly stranger, it inevitably ended in him being swarmed by a gaggle of well-meaning but overenthusiastic admirers. He’d opted to at least relax in the city itself rather than stewing in the suite’s private hot spring the whole day (even if that prospect became more appealing with each saccharine and over-the-top display of affection he came across).
The Warrior’s arms rested upon the grey stone railings bordering the harbor, the cool temperature of the rock soaking into his skin. The contrast against the warm humidity of the Kugane climate made him groan in relief. Before him, the city's piers were attended by dozens of merchant's vessels, passenger cruises, and wooden boats.
The sound of several shouts made him turn towards a dock in the periphery of his vision—the boat moored there was distinct from any of Doman make with its triangular canvas sails and polished metal frame. Upon a closer look as he leaned in, the people at the boat were distinct from Kugane's residents—a group of green-clad gleaners were on the verge of either toppling forward due to the hefty wooden crates they carried, or backward from the bulk of their traveling packs as they marched ahead. One individual in particular had multiple crates in their arms stacked so high that they blocked their head from view.
The Warrior winced looking at the gleaner slowly tottering along the dock. If he stood by and the poor person ended up tripping, he'd never forgive himself.
He made his way towards the group of gleaners at a brisk pace, his bootsteps echoing along the planks of the pier. "Excuse me! Please, let me help carry one of those crates—the docks here can get slippery, it'd be easy to lose your balance like that…"
"I have these in hand, trust me, but I would not begrudge your assistance. My thanks." The deep, dulcet voice that rang out from behind the wall of boxes was unmistakable. The Warrior smiled as he took the top two boxes from the stack, revealing Erenville's surprised face.
"Oh! A pleasant surprise to see you here, my friend. If you may, you can set those crates down next to my colleagues by that ship." He gestured towards one of the Sharlayan boats with a tilt of his head, and they both walked together to drop off their cargo. "I hope you have been well since we last met. Still adventuring around the realm?"
"Yes, fortunately—I was just in Kugane finishing up some work and helping a friend of mine. You here on more gleaner business, then?" They both lowered and dropped their crates with a clank onto the side of the pier.
"Of course. The salvation of the star does not mean the end of our work, after all. At least the schedule is more reasonable than during the height of our preparations for the migration," he said with a suppressed scoff. The way that his ears angled back in irritation was endearing. “We have just concluded a field expedition to Yanxia. I’m almost finished with loading the samples if you would like to speak further afterward.”
“I’d love to talk more. I didn’t mean to interrupt you on the job, though, would it be alright…?”
“It should be fine.” Erenville turned to shout at a broad-shouldered Roegadyn who was scrawling over a clipboard while counting the newly unloaded crates. “How much longer are we in port?”
“Got the rest of the day off until tomorrow afternoon! Valentione’s break, the bosses say—as if any of us had time to find a date for Valentione’s,” she said with a dry laugh. “You’re free to go if your samples are all catalogued, Erenville.”
“A Valentione’s date…” Erenville shook his head and shrugged.
“Not a fan of the holiday?” The Warrior scratched his neck while they made their way towards the city center and Shiokaze Hostelry. He basked in the sunrays and yawned from relaxation.
“Merely neutral on the subject. It’s difficult to keep a relationship while working as a gleaner, and I’ve never been the type for dalliances without having some sort of connection first.” Erenville’s gaze darted to the side, his brow set in a wistful expression. “But I won’t object to having some time to myself before returning to Sharlayan.” His pale yellow eyes were bright as a levinbolt as they flickered towards the Warrior. “And you?”
“Much of the same, to be honest. People tend to make a big deal about being with the Hero of Eorzea and needing to match up to my reputation and whatnot…I’d rather just enjoy a quiet and simple meal and spending time relaxing together on a day like this. It doesn’t need to be a big show to be a good time, you know?”
“I couldn’t ask for a better way to spend the evening after a day trekking through Yanxia myself. Although I’d like to ask…”
Erenville took a step closer towards the Warrior, crossing the threshold between an encounter with an acquaintance and something more. “When you were speaking just now, were you making an idle wish or an invitation?” The hushed tone of his voice alone was enough to create an air of intimacy without intruding further into personal space.
It was the kind of measured approach he’d expect from someone as level-headed as Erenville—his inquiries were always so direct and unequivocal that it always left the Warrior a little flustered. It was a blessing compared to dealing with many of the politicians and officials he had to speak to during his travels, but the Warrior didn’t want to come off too strong in return. “That…depends on what you’d prefer, Erenville. I’d only offer my company if it’s something you would desire. Whether it’s for the holiday or other reasons,” he said with a sheepish grin.
“Do you mean that this could be something more than a drink between friends, given the occasion?” The sight of Erenville’s subdued smile gave the Warrior more courage.
“It could be, but it doesn’t have to be—I won’t take any offense if you’d rather relax on your own after your gleaner work, I promise!” The Warrior shook his head firmly. At least he knew that Erenville wasn’t the kind of person to take up this invitation out of social obligation or pity. “I’ve just always wanted to get to know you better, so…”
Erenville laughed, a low but melodic sound that carried beautifully on the wind. “I’m glad I can say the same. I haven’t been in Kugane for long, so I’ll defer to your recommendation on a restaurant to dine at. Much as I would like to set off with you now, my state of dress—” he pointed at his own dirt-stained clothes and mud-caked boots “—won’t resolve itself, and I would rather make a better first impression on a date.”
“I mean, I made one of my first impressions on you as a literal toad, so I can’t say I mind,” the Warrior said with a cough. And it wasn’t even a convincing toad impression either…
“Well, here’s your chance to leave another impression.” Erenville smirked and set off with a polite wave. “I’ll meet you in a half a bell here, in front of the Shiokaze Hostelry, if that’s suitable for you.”
“Yes! I’ll think of a place to grab a bite at afterward.” As the Warrior turned to make his way back to Bokairo Inn, all he could think of was what he even had laying around to suit the occasion. In his adventures he’d acquired quite the collection of arms and armor, enchanted robes, and even oversized animal mascot suits—but formalwear was another issue entirely. By the time he’d retraced his steps back to the entrance of the Inn, the Warrior had tried to recall any suitable outfits and come out empty-handed.
He’d packed little in his luggage, and certainly hadn’t anticipated a date of any romantic sort while he was here. His room remained as overwhelmingly vast as before while he stared at his one trunk of clothes. He had a couple of dress suits from Tataru and an alpine coat that he could ask his retainers to fetch, but that would make him sweat to death within a bell’s time in this humidity.
Clothes from Tataru…
The Warrior swiveled towards the only other box in the room behind his futon: an elaborate decorative gift box, covered in cherry blossoms and branches. Did he dare? It did fulfill the criteria for a beautiful and formal outfit that suit the weather, but the impression it made was a bit…much.
He lifted the lid off the box and ran his fingers over the fine linens within. Light and flowy, perfect for a balmy day like this. Well Fury’s tits, it was Valentione’s Day. When else could he get away with wearing an outfit that bared almost half of his entire chest? At least nothing could go lower than looking like a literal toad in front of a man he’d nursed a small crush on since they first met.
By the time he’d carefully layered and wrapped the outfit as described in Isshu’s instructions, it was time for him to make his way back to the hostelry. He had to admit that seeing people’s necks whip around to do a double take while he walked by was quite entertaining, but whether it would interest Erenville was another matter.
He’d decided on a nice local teahouse with a soothing ambiance to enjoy food and drink at, which would hopefully allow for conversation without too many prying eyes and ears. As long as that fulfilled Erenville’s idea of a quiet and relaxing evening, he’d done what he could and had to hope for the best.
Funny how even after venturing to the ends of the universe to fight the conglomeration of the universe’s despair, the Warrior of Light still got somewhat anxious before a date.
As he rounded the corner, Erenville was waiting right where he’d left him before.
“Ah, there you are! It’s good to see y…”
His dulcet voice drifted into silence as his eyes quickly darted up and down over the Warrior’s torso. The dogi and koshita he’d dressed in was flashy but elegant, made of solid black fabric with a crimson inner layer that served as an accent to the edges of the clothing. The outfit was asymmetrical and left open to reveal the right side of his pecs underneath and the outline of his toned torso beneath cloth wrappings. The lower part of the outfit remained modest, but still captured the eye with elaborate flower patterns and an embroidered crane shimmering on the fabric.
“Well? Is this a better impression than the last?” The corners of the Warrior’s mouth quirked up as Erenville returned his gaze, only for his eyes to lower and then bounce back up again right after.
“Better than a toad, certainly,” Erenville mumbled while his ears twitched back and forth.
“Oi, I’m asking for your true opinion here! You look great…” The Warrior’s face and ears burned with embarrassment, but he had to say it: Erenville’s simple yukata looked wonderful and the light warm green fabric with a dark brown obi, decorated with a golden geometric pattern stitched into it, was reminiscent of his gleaner’s outfit in a nostalgic manner. It felt like a perfect match in attire for the onset of spring.
“Well, the tailoring of your outfit is superb, but my suspicion is that you wish for me to compliment something more than your garb,” Erenville said slyly. “I will summarize my thoughts and say that it is all pleasing to the eye.”
“Summarize…? Surely you could elaborate more.” The Warrior let out a huff of disapproval.
“Perhaps later on. Now then—have you found a place to sit down and eat?”
“Ah, yes.” He gestured up toward the higher districts of the city. “There’s a small row of restaurants near Bokairo Inn and some teahouses that I know have great food and drink. It’ll be my treat.”
The road to the teahouse was marked by warm laughter and chatter in the streets. Even as they opted to stay silent and soak in the sights, the atmosphere between him and Erenville was so calming that there was no need to interrupt their walk. Even if he was somewhat hungry, the Warrior of Light couldn't help but pause to admire the brightly painted signage above the storefronts or stare at the handcrafted pottery and paper parasols through the shop windows.
"Have you visited here before for work, Erenville?"
He nodded as he combed a hand through his wavy dark hair. "We've had a couple of expeditions to Othard since I became a gleaner. It's rare to have this kind of opportunity to sightsee in a city like Kugane, though." Erenville cast his gaze around the street, careful to not step into any passersby while examining the scenery. He approached the world with an eye for appraisal and care, sorting through his surroundings like a treasure hunter would sieve through sand. "Which of these buildings is the teahouse?"
The Warrior nodded. "I am glad I got a chance to look around with you, then. Kantsubaki’s the place, just up ahead—I've been there a couple of times before, it's great. We won't get a personal tea ceremony on this short a notice, but their tea bar is fantastic too."
The teahouse was nestled between two larger restaurants in a more worn-down and homely building compared to other busier stops in the dining district, as if it were a grandmother's house converted into a business. He and Erenville were lucky enough to get two of the few remaining seats at the bar within, small as the place was. Before them on a light, birch wood bar were a series of earthenware tea cups and bowls, framed by walls of containers and glass vials that rivaled an apothecary in number. The Warrior paused to ask the owner for the seasonal special for him and Erenville to try before they got to chat more. "Erenville, you mentioned you were traveling from Yanxia—do you mind if I ask what you were searching for there? Or is it confidential business for the Sharlayan scholars again?"
"Not at all. Coincidentally, we were on an botanical expedition to look for various indigenous varieties of plants, tea plants included." He closed his eyes, his face focused in thought. "The site I scouted was close to the old Doma Castle."
The Warrior was more than familiar with that area, after having stayed many times at the House of the Fierce and roaming all over the countryside during the rebellion. "Did you find what you were looking for?"
"Yes, although…" Erenville sighed. "Let us say that it was far more troublesome than planned."
When he was about to ask for more details, the tea master and shopkeep set down a tray before them at the bar. The Doman man's eyes wrinkled as he smiled. "To think that even Sharlayan's academics would be interested in our tea plants…it's quite heartening. Please enjoy these wagashi as well—your tea will be poured shortly."
"Thank you!" As distracting as the teahouse's sweets were, the Warrior didn't want to pause his conversation yet. "Did you run into any local wildlife?"
Erenville coughed, raising the sleeve of his yukata to cover his mouth. Even when flustered he looked elegant. "One might say that the local wildlife ran into us."
The Warrior had to cajole him into sharing more of the details between bites of dango and flower-shaped candies.
"After a few days, we had collected the samples and retired to our campsite at night, ready to head back towards Kugane. Of course, we always have at least one gleaner keeping watch if we set up a camp outdoors. Nothing looked or sounded out of the ordinary—at least, that is what I was told…"
Erenville paused to take a bowl of matcha passed to him from the tea master, breathing in and sipping slowly as he enjoyed the drink. "As you can guess, the person on watch didn’t notice our crates of tea samples and seeds vanishing into the night. There was no noise or fuss. How could any bandits have come through the area, and why would they only take the tea?"
"Oh, no." The Warrior was all too familiar with the likeliest, fishiest culprit. Painfully so.
"Oh, yes." Erenville bit into a piece of mochi while frowning—it was hard to not beam at how charming he looked while pouting and nibbling on sweets. "Our camp was waylaid by namazu. By the time we tracked them to the godsforsaken pond they came from, the tea samples were ruined and they were as feral as coeurls bathed in catnip. And that isn’t an exaggeration, I’ve dealt with them before as well…" The poor man grabbed his bowl and drank down his matcha with the energy of a mercenary slamming down a flagon of beer at the local tavern.
The Warrior struggled to hold in a snicker as he sipped his green tea. "You can always trust them to get somewhere they shouldn't!" He was able to wrestle down a smile before patting Erenville on the shoulder. "I'm glad you were able to get a day off after that mess, then."
"It's certainly not the worst challenge I've encountered in fieldwork, but I will gladly place those creatures at the bottom of my list of favored animals." Erenville let out a short sigh.
The lovely tea and lightly-sweetened delicacies were a treat to distract the senses, as they both paused to drink and taste more of the items before them. "And this has been a more enjoyable day off than I expected—I'm grateful you showed me this place. The wagashi and tea here is quite good."
When Erenville leaned toward him to reach for another piece of dango, the front of his yukata was slackened. The enticing glimpse of his collarbone peeking out from the neckline of the lighter colored yukata made the Warrior flush.
Don't look down, don't make this weird—
"Although it seems like you would prefer to speak less about matters of work and more of pleasure, judging by what you’re paying attention to right now."
The Warrior's face was sweltering as Erenville stared him down with a wry smile. The subtlety of his expressions made it harder to pin down exactly what he was thinking, much to the Warrior's dismay, although it didn't keep him from looking damnably handsome either way. He couldn't help but avoid looking back.
With another slow sip of tea, he recomposed himself before looking back at Erenville—who was ready to sit there, smug as he pleased, until he received a proper answer. "You sound like you've had enough of work, after all. As much as I like hearing about your travels, Erenville…I'd be glad to talk about more enjoyable matters elsewhere, if you'd like? Uhm. Tataru helped set me up with a really nice suite at the Bokairo Inn…?" The Warrior of Light never knew how to act like the suave, dashing hero that people imagined he was. He was plenty fine with that in most situations, but at this moment he wished he could draw upon the inexplicable reserves of charisma that everyone expected of him.
Erenville kept him in place with an inscrutable gaze for what felt like a whole bell until his eyes softened and he nodded. "That would be a welcome ending to today's activities. Shall we finish our tea and be off, then?"
"Sure!" It would be a waste to rush through this delicate cuisine, but the Warrior would be lying if he said he wasn't scarfing down the remainder of his portions before paying the tea master—the old man even winked and nodded at him before waving them both goodbye, much to the Warrior's embarrassment. Hopefully he could trust them not to gossip after having visited multiple times.
Both he and Erenville walked as quickly as they could while wearing their longer koshita and yukata. The charged atmosphere between them intensified as their eyes flickered to each other's before darting away. Honestly, the only thing keeping the Warrior from trying to make another move right now was the worry that things would become too heated. By the time they reached the front door of the inn, he had to remind himself to hold back from touching Erenville carelessly. His proximity made it tempting to wrap an arm around his shoulders or put a hand on the back of that obi belt that highlighted how slender his waist was.
They put away their shoes at the entrance, and the patter of footsteps against wooden flooring was the only noise between them as they made their way to the suite. After he opened the sliding door and went to lock it, he turned around—only to come face-to-face with Erenville and be pinned down by the intensity of his golden eyes.
"I would like to speak frankly with you, as to avoid any misunderstandings."
Erenville’s hands, callused from the demands of his expeditions, brushed against the open edge of the Warrior's top. A few more ilms and Erenville could have confirmed how flustered he was, his heart racing beneath a brave face. "How far did you wish to take this between us tonight? If you wore that garment only to bid me goodbye after our conversation, I might be tempted to call it a waste…"
The Warrior of Light let out a slow, drawn-out breath. "A waste of what?"
Erenville licked his lips. The Warrior was riveted by the flicker of his pale pink tongue against the dark curve of his mouth. "Potential, perhaps. It would be uncouth to have said anything before, but I’ve met many people and traveled far in this line of work…and it’s rare for me to yearn to touch someone of my own desires alone like this.”
"If you want me, Erenville, you can take this as far as you'd like."
That was all the permission the gleaner needed to close in and kiss the Warrior of Light, his lips enticingly soft as he mapped the shape of the Warrior's mouth. They were finally close enough that the Warrior could pull Erenville in around the small of his back, the outline of his body obscured by layers of smooth and firm cloth. He reciprocated in turn by placing a hand on the Warrior's bare chest above his cloth wrappings, groping with a pleased hum.
"E-Erenvi…mmh," the Warrior groaned between each brief pause for air. “This room has its own hot spring bath, if you’d like to enjoy it together before we…?” At the rate that Erenville was mapping out his chest, he might be disrobed and debauched before they even stepped in.
Erenville’s eyes widened as a gleam of excitement crept into his expression. “Show me.”
They had to be careful not to trip over their half-opened garments while making their way to the balcony. The Warrior dipped in for one more peck on the lips before sliding open the doors. He couldn’t help but gasp at the background of the harbor at dusk, with a layer of clouds dipped in gold at the edge of the horizon. The deep blue sky gradually faded into a stripe of orange around the sun. He’d have to get Tataru extra souvenirs to thank her for this one…
“All these years traveling and the sunset is as beautiful as it was when I first arrived in Sharlayan,” Erenville said softly. He stepped carefully over the boundary and onto the smooth stone floor.
“I’m glad that you like this too. It’s always been a comforting sight to me while adventuring.” The Warrior beamed. “Look, the clouds are like the color of your eyes!”
Erenville scoffed. “Do not tell me you use that line on everyone you’re trying to charm…” As much of a grumpy face as he was trying to put on, his lips were beginning to curl upward in amusement.
“Do you think meet that many people with golden yellow eyes? Maybe folks gossip about me in Sharlayan, but I usually don’t have time for this sort of thing while traveling either.” The Warrior of Light shook his head and stepped towards a shelf next to the door for their clothes. “I’ll…disrobe first then.”
Having Erenville’s full attention as he stripped was nervewracking and flattering in equal measure—every belt untied and part of himself revealed was thoroughly examined and savored, judging by the rapt focus in the man’s gaze. The Warrior pulled off his top and unwound the cloth wrappings on his chest before shedding the long, skirt-like koshita at his waist.
Erenville’s mouth was agape at the sight of his smallclothes. “You even wore a fundoshi underneath?”
“I-it was part of the package of clothing…! This isn’t something I wear everyday.”
“Then did you wear it hoping that I would be the one to take it off you?” Erenville smirked as the Warrior’s cock twitched beneath the thin sheet of cloth. He was already half-hard from being scrutinized like this. The deep timbre of Erenville’s voice and the lilt of his accent wasn’t helping either.
“Perhaps…” The Warrior meant for his statement to be flippant, but his voice came out breathless.
Erenville raised a brow before he brought his hands behind his back to untie his obi. The thick band of fabric slowly unwound as he gathered it all to place it on the shelf, followed by a knotted cord at his waist that Erenville quickly untied. The way that he parted his yukata and gradually slipped the robe off his bare shoulders had the Warrior almost ready to jump him on the spot, every movement seductive and slow with a smile on his face. Erenville’s toned musculature showed his experience in traveling and gleaning, developed through hard work and persistence rather than any deliberate focus on bodybuilding. The Warrior would have been honored to worship the long expanse of his thighs and calves too. Every ilm of him deserved to be given as many kisses and touches as there were stars in the night sky.
He swore that Erenville was taking his time to turn and fold the yukata so that he could admire the man’s back and ass—and even if he wasn’t, the Warrior wouldn’t lie about appreciating the sight. He may not have been vain, but he was confident in his looks. In a single, smooth movement, Erenville bent down to take off his smallclothes and placed them on top of the pile on the shelf.
”It’s unfair of you to have something on while I’ve bared myself,” Erenville remarked.
“These smallclothes barely count as ‘something,’ but I’ll oblige.” The Warrior shed the fundoshi and set it aside, joining Erenville while they made their way to the small showerhead to the side of the hot spring tub. He hadn’t grabbed onto him for fear of tripping on the smooth, cobbled stones underfoot, but as soon as they stood under the spray of the warm water, he had to make up for lost time. Each of their kisses were all the more tempting now that their bodies could press up against each other. Erenville’s ass was as firm and round as it looked, and he shamelessly groped it while Erenville mouthed at his neck.
“By the Scholar,” Erenville gasped. His hips bucked forward, rubbing their dripping wet cocks together, and it was impossible for the Warrior not to sigh in pleasure. For the first time he could see and touch the base of Erenville’s soft Vieran tail, a dense puff of fur about the size of his palm. Gently running his fingers over it made Erenville pant against his mouth before he was pulled into another kiss.
“Do that again…”
The low purr of Erenville’s voice was as sultry as the water cascading over them. The Warrior of Light would have gotten on his knees for the man if he ordered it. He carded his fingers through the tuft of black and gray fur again while grinding against Erenville’s cock.
The bottle of cherry blossom-scented soap at the shower was a lovely excuse for them both to touch every ilm of each other’s bodies and become further lost in delight. The floral smell and glide of the soap over skin made each of Erenville’s caresses all the more sensual and intimate. He teased at the Warrior’s chest and pert nipples before wandering down to his hips, and his thumbs drew circles over his hipbones before he moved his hand to trace directly along his cock. The lewd wet noises between them were audible below the hum of the shower spray and grew louder as Erenville gripped his cock and stroked in a slow, steady rhythm.
The Warrior of Light’s eyelids shut as he groaned from the pleasure, further compounded when Erenville kissed him and ran his tongue over his lips. When Erenville’s wrist twisted while he stroked to make the friction even sweeter, the Warrior broke their kiss to gasp. “Erenville, if you do that, I w-won’t be able to last. I want to have you properly, so please…”
“Please what?” Erenville’s voice made a good impression of innocence, even if the lascivious way he held the Warrior’s cock and sped up his hand was the exact opposite. “There’s no shame in coming quickly like this. If you reach your peak, I assure you I have ways of making you hard once more.”
The Warrior whined aloud with pleasure—the easy confidence with which Erenville spoke was like an igniter for the senses. Each quick jerk of his hands was indulgently slick with soap and precum, while Erenville’s thumb rubbed at the tip of the Warrior’s cock in a way that made him moan uncontrollably. His eyes closed, the feeling and sound of the stimulation tipping him towards the edge of orgasm.
Erenville’s hands accelerated to a sloppy and wet pace, making wanton noises that were only outmatched by the Warrior’s moans. The Warrior clenched down with every stray movement, trying not to burst immediately, but the warm steam and scent and sound around him overwhelmed him. There wasn’t anything that he could focus on that didn’t feel incredible, that didn’t tease his senses and threaten to make him—
“Don’t hold back,” Erenville murmured in his ear. “Come.”
He cried out and gasped for air as he came between them while his body shuddered. His cock pulsed with every burst of cum that he spilled, enveloping him in light-headed bliss. Even if it was starting to feel so sharply pleasurable that it stung, his hips couldn’t stop jerking towards Erenville’s hand. Erenville spared no effort in stroking and milking him until he was emptied and wrung dry.
“If only I could have a portrait of you like this,” Erenville said. “Although perhaps we can set up something even better…”
“W-what do you mean?” The Warrior sucked in a few warm breaths of steam mixed with the seaside air, his breath evening out as he recovered. The mess between their hips was gradually washed away by the spray of shower water, leaving him clean and deeply sated.
“Bringing our day to a finish under the sunset would be a picture book ending.” Erenville waved towards the bath and the sky behind it. “And if I may…you’d look beautiful using your mouth on me with the view in the background.”
“Yes, please,” the Warrior groaned. They took a few steps to the hot spring bath and sat on the edge of the slate-gray stone, dipping their feet in to get used to the temperature. The silhouette of Erenville’s body against the curtain of steam drifting from the water’s surface was striking. He couldn’t help but eye Erenville’s cock with appreciation—he didn’t know if most Viera were that large, but its length and width made his mouth water for a chance to pleasure him. It was the same shade as the rest of Erenville’s dark skin, tinged with a light red flush at the head. The Warrior’s pulse thudded faster in his ears.
“Eager to get started, I see.” Erenville licked his lips and lowered his legs into the water. His movement made his cock bob up and down and gods, the Warrior of Light would have jumped right in and tried to take it if it weren’t for the fact that even he didn’t want to get scalded while trying to have a relaxing bath.
After another minute, he slid into the water, at once overwhelmed and soothed to the bones by the heat around his body. He let out a low moan and closed his eyes.
“Mmh…”
He glanced to the side and saw Erenville biting his lip while watching him. His cock twitched with interest. “Do you wish to leave me in suspense for so long?” His golden yellow eyes were half-hooded and dimmed with desire, framed by the steam rising around him.
“Trust me, I haven’t forgotten about you,” the Warrior chuckled. Fortunately the depth of the tub meant that he could squat down at the bottom and be at the right height to suck Erenville off, even if the stance he took was awkward. He placed his hands on Erenville’s thighs to steady himself and rubbed them in appreciation. Erenville’s cock was enticing, wet with precum covering its tip again—he couldn’t help gently blowing on the head and teasing the man further.
“Then do not dance around the point—oh, gods,” Erenville gasped, enthralled by the sight of the Warrior of Light wrapping his lips around his cock. His glare was almost voracious in its intensity, making the Warrior even more enthusiastic as his cock stirred once more.
The Warrior hummed in contentment at the pleasure expressed in the fluttering of Erenville’s long, dark eyelashes and his tightening grip on the stone edge of the bath. He slid his tongue along the tip and down the frenulum of Erenville’s cock, before taking him into his mouth and beginning to suck the entire length. The rush of the hot spring water falling from a large indent in the wall of the balcony muffled much of the noise they made, but it didn’t keep the Warrior from sucking as vigorously and loudly as he could. He felt no shame about being sloppy as he bobbed his head up and down, not when it made Erenville look at him like he was preparing to fuck him against the nearest surface.
As much as Erenville wanted to look like he was in control, the Warrior could start to sense the signs of his unraveling composure. Every shudder of the thick, hot cock in his mouth and increase in the speed of his panting, every jolt of his hips deeper down the Warrior’s throat, made him narrow his eyes until they were bright gold slits against his black skin. The weight of his cock on the Warrior’s tongue was addictive, pushing him to try to take Erenville deeper down his throat and gulping with the effort.
A gentle pat to his head made the Warrior open his eyes to see Erenville reaching forward with one hand to stroke his hair while staring down at him. ”Good boy,” he whispered under his heated breath. “You feel incredible…”
Hearing Erenville praise him in that low, accented rumble had him moaning around the man’s cock in an instant. He lavished every ilm of him with careful attention, making sure to let his tongue caress his length while he kept his teeth out of the way. Erenville wasn’t overly vocal, but his reactions were all sincere and sweet to watch: soft gasps, muttered praise, loud panting as his ears relaxed and lilted backward in satisfied bliss.
“I am…I’m close,” Erenville moaned, his hips starting to buck forward with excitement. “I can finish outside—“
“I’ll take care of it,” the Warrior whispered, moving his head faster and wrapping a few fingers around the base of Erenville’s cock to stimulate his whole length. He soon felt throbbing against his tongue and drew his head back in time for Erenville to cum over his face, each spurt of seed making him more gratified at Erenville’s pleasure. The feeling of warm cum on his face was downright erotic and he found it much easier to deal with than the aftertaste of swallowing—especially when it made his partners admire him like Erenville was right now. Even while panting and recovering from a blowjob, he eagerly stared down at the Warrior as if he were a seven-course meal at the Bismarck.
The Warrior of Light raised a hand to wipe his face off before looking agape at Erenville. “You’re still this hard…?” Gods, he hadn’t gotten smaller by a single ilm.
“I am a Viera, after all. It’s to be expected.” As flat as his voice was, Erenville’s smile demonstrated how bemused he was at the Warrior’s confusion. “Besides, the sight of you like this is even more captivating than the sunset view behind you,” he sighed.
“Flatterer. Please tell me you have some oil or lubricant with you, at least? I didn’t bring any on this trip,” the Warrior grumbled. There wasn’t any true irritation in his voice, but it would leave him very put out if he couldn’t continue after this.
“You’re in luck.” Erenville stretched his legs and swiveled around to walk to his stored clothing. It gave the Warrior an eyeful of that beautiful ass and the cute fluffed tail above it, which was quivering as it shook off some water. In a few moments he returned with a triumphant expression and a sizable vial of oil in his palm. “A gleaner must be prepared for any occasion during fieldwork, after all.”
“You brought that just for this date?”
“I would be dishonest if I said I wasn’t looking forward to this possibility.” As Erenville stepped back into the bath, he reached out and rubbed the Warrior’s shoulder in gentle, soothing circles. “Do you prefer to give or receive?”
“I admit that I want to test that stamina of yours firsthand,” the Warrior said with a lopsided grin. “I can prepare myself, or you could do it…”
Erenville leaned in, whispering right in the Warrior’s ear and making him shiver in spite of the intoxicating heat. “I said I wanted my hands all over you, and I intend on following through with my word. Now turn around and brace yourself against the railing.”
“Y-yes!” To the Seven Hells with shame—Erenville could tell him to bark like a dog and he’d oblige at this point. He backed up a few steps and bent over to lean on a rung of the iron railing blocking off the edge of the bathtub and the balcony. The tall rock faces that formed the walls of the balcony made it impossible for any neighboring rooms to see them, but the feeling of being naked in front of a wide, oceanside view of Kugane while the town was bustling with activity made him shudder.
“We’re lucky that the steam keeps the oil warm.” Erenville’s voice echoed behind him, and a broad hand came to rest on his shoulder blade before trailing over his spine with agonizing slowness. The light brush of a fingertip over such a sensitive part of his body had him shivering and arching his back. Erenville wouldn’t let him wriggle away and continued to press down with a firmer touch. “Although you’re still shivering in spite of the heat.”
“Can’t help it…if you touch me like that,” the Warrior of Light panted as his hands clenched tighter around the iron bars. Erenville’s hand grazed the small of his back and lingered above the cleft of his ass, making him shift his hips side to side in anticipation. Finally, the warm, slick oil dripped down Erenville’s fingers and over his entrance. The muted glug of the bottle growing emptier in the man’s hands made the Warrior shiver and breathe even deeper.
When a long finger circled his entrance and dipped inside, he groaned with relief, pushing his hips back against Erenville in an attempt to fill himself deeper. “Erenville, please, you can give me more…”
“To think that the Warrior of Light would be so desperate. If you beg like that, it does make it difficult to resist,” Erenville purred. “Tell me how much you want this.”
“Need it, just couldn’t stop wondering what it’d be like to see more of you, hear you talk to me in that voice,” he rambled. “You can have me, so please—”
He couldn’t hold back his voice as Erenville pushed another finger in and massaged against his prostate. His knees almost buckled as the pleasure surged through him like levin, and the low, alluring chuckle behind him didn’t help matters either.
“Sounds like you’re prepared.” Erenville hummed, thrusting his fingers in and drawing moans out of him with every motion of his skilled hands. When he finally pulled away, the feeling of emptiness made the Warrior squirm—until Erenville’s cock rested on his ass, the weight and length of it making him breathe faster. Staying relaxed to avoid overexerting himself in the heat was important, but the promise of that cock inside of him was making it very hard to settle down. He wished he could see Erenville’s face right now without craning his neck backwards to savor the lust in his expressions.
Erenville grinded against the cleft of his ass and groaned with pleasure. “I’ll put it in now. Tell me if you need me to slow down,” he said in a breathy tone. The feeling of the oil poured over Erenville’s cock was lewd enough to make the Warrior arch his spine further and push his hips back.
“I know, just give it to me…!”
When Erenville pushed inside of the Warrior, he gasped aloud and tried to take a deep breath to let more in, ilm by ilm. Focusing on the lovely groans of pleasure from Erenville’s lips helped him take his mind off the discomfort of being stretched from within. It wasn’t painful, but a man of Erenville’s size took some time to adjust to.
“Doing alright?” Erenville leaned in and braced his hands on the side of the bath so he could kiss the Warrior on the ear, letting out another breathy and soothing moan as he pushed deeper with his cock. “I have to say, it is difficult to judge which view is better—the Kugane Harbor at sunset, or your ass when it’s taking my cock so perfectly,” he murmured.
“A-ahh…” Gods, that filth spilling into his ears in Erenville’s handsome voice had him twitching and clenching down with pleasure in an instant. “Erenville, ‘s good, just give me some more seconds…”
“You make it difficult to wait when you tighten up like that as I talk,” Erenville hissed. He guided his chin to the left and pushed himself forward to kiss the Warrior deeper, all the while working his cock inside until it nearly bottomed out inside. As their tongues brushed up against each other’s and Erenville sucked on his lip, he became too immersed in pleasure to even care about the strain anymore. With a last deep kiss, the Warrior of Light eagerly bucked his hips back against Erenville’s and moaned with the satisfaction of being thoroughly taken and filled up. The gasp of surprise from Erenville was a lovely sound to behold.
There were no words necessary for what came next, only the movement of their bodies in the sweltering water and the loud slap of Erenville’s hips aginst the Warrior’s rear with each thrust. He had to tighten his grip on the railing again and he thanked the gods above that it was sturdy because Erenville put his all into fucking him. His prostate was stimulated every time Erenville slammed his hips, making him moan in time to the rhythm of Erenville’s thrusts. Even if it didn’t seem possible for someone to see him from the harbor at this height and distance, being taken under the open air in such a visceral manner only made his cries louder.
“The way you, mmh, make noise, it’s like you want us to be overheard,” Erenville groaned in his ear. A few sharp thrusts proved his point, as the Warrior let out even more wanton whimpers and gasps for air in response.
“D-do you dislike it…?”
“No. Taking you thoroughly, fuck, like this…I want to hear and see all of you.” Erenville’s explicit approval had him crying out like he was in heat, and feeling the man’s hands grab his hips to thrust harder inside drove him mad. The Warrior’s cock was throbbing and on the edge without being touched, the pleasure coursing through him and the delicious addition of Erenville’s voice enough to get him wet with precum. Something primal and hungry in him was sated by the feeling of Erenville at his back, his weight leaning upon the Warrior as he fucked into him. Gods, the man probably bred dozens of Viera in this same position, he knew just how to angle his hips to rub up against every spot that brought him bliss—
“Erenville, I’ll c-come, let me come on your cock,” the Warrior sobbed out as he let Erenville take his body as he wished. “It’s so deep, ah, please…” Every punishing thrust of Erenville’s hips went deeper until he could feel Erenville’s cock and balls tightening and throbbing on the verge of orgasm.
If anyone had bothered to look all the way up at their balcony, they would have seen the Warrior of Light, naked and slack-jawed with a slovenly expression as his body moved forward and back around a Viera buck’s cock. The thought of it made him whimper, at the precipice of overwhelming pleasure.
“So tight…“ Erenville bit off his sentence with a growl, the rhythm of his thrusts reaching a feverish peak. “Come for me then, come while I fill you inside—“
Hearing that order right in his ear in a desperate, lustful voice had the Warrior coming helplessly with a gasp, spilling cum without even a single stroke. Each wave of ecstasy made more cum drip out and had him tightening up around Erenville as if he were made to milk the man’s cock. It took a few more thrusts for Erenville to squeeze his hips tight and finish deep inside him, letting out a shuddering groan as he continued to pump him full of cum. To be filled like this and have Erenville so close, half-embracing him, was overwhelming in the best way possible. They both panted for breath, the heat of the bath and their bodies leaving them covered in sweat. “Was…amazing,” the Warrior mumbled, barely able to string together his thoughts while his cock continued to twitch from his lingering orgasm.
“Mmm…” Erenville at least sounded tired and satisfied, even if he somehow remained completely hard after letting out another full load of cum. “We may need a glass of water after that one.” When he withdrew and pulled out, the Warrior couldn’t hold back his whine at the loss of stimulation and indulgent fullness. “Don’t sound so dejected,” Erenville said with a huff of laughter. “We can continue later after returning indoors.”
“You can keep going? I’m honestly impressed.” The Warrior of Light let himself sink back into the bath to wash off. The hum of contentment he made while soaking in the atmosphere was mirrored by Erenville, who sat and leaned back against the wall of the stone tub to admire the darkening sky. The contrast of the cold air rushing in from the harbor with the scorching bath was oddly calming.
“Ready to call it already?” Erenville cocked his head to the side. “It’s rare for gleaners to have such…luxurious accommodations, so it would be a pleasure to take greater advantage of them with you.” The relaxed smile on his face in the afterglow and the way his ears swayed towards the Warrior were lovely.
“How could I refuse?”
When they made their way out of the hot springs at last, shivering in the brisk air while toweling off, the energy between them was far more domestic than the Warrior expected. He patted a towel gently over Erenville’s ears and head, and Erenville helped dry his back in return. They opted to change into light sleepwear in the form of yukata-style robes borrowed from the inn. While Erenville poured two glasses of water from a pitcher on a side table, the Warrior fluffed up some cushions and moved them in front of the open balcony door. He would soak up the view for as long as he could, especially with someone like Erenville to share it with. Erenville didn’t mind the change in atmosphere either, if his relaxed posture and closed eyes as they sat beside each other was indicative of his thoughts.
The Warrior of Light took a sip of water and cleared his throat. “I don’t mean to sound too sentimental, but I wanted to thank you for spending time with me on a day like this. Being able to celebrate Valentione’s with you was fantastic…I’m just grateful that you’d want to enjoy the day with me.”
Erenville’s eyes blinked open and he looked back with fondness. “I should be the one to say that first. It has been a long time since I have been able to unwind like this.”
“You’re certainly free to unwind here the whole night if you want to stay over.”
“How early do you need to wake tomorrow morning?” Erenville’s eyes narrowed in a sly expression.
The Warrior mentally ran through the jobs and tasks he had on his itinerary. “Don’t have a specific time in mind—was just going to teleport back to Radz-at-Han when I felt like it later in the day.”
“Well, the gleaners’ ship won’t leave until after noon. We have time to spare.” As Erenville kissed him, the Warrior expected a fleeting brush of the lips, only to be pulled in for a deep embrace. His muffled gasp of surprise melted into a quiet moan, with Erenville guiding him closer by the back of his neck. When they separated for air, Erenville’s (Final Fantasy XIV) heated glare and hands around his waist and head were a delicious promise of what was to come.
“And I intend on indulging with you until the dawn comes.”