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[suitsahero]

Look, Haurchefant would just like it to be known that it doesn't count as either reckless bravery or bravado if you genuinely don't realize how badly you're injured until the fighting is over. He'd finished up fighting one of the several recent waves of dragons on the Steps of Faith, and it wasn't until the end, flush with victory, that he'd found the stones rushing up to meet him. Really, though, he'll live and it's more than he can say for a number of other brave companions out there and the victory is worth the pain. He could have done without being carried into Camp Dragonhead on a stretcher, thank you, but the chirurgeons had absolutely forbade him to walk right now, even a short distance and, perhaps knowing him a bit too well, one of them had accompanied him to see to it he obeyed.

He's not quite sure he deserves a hero's welcome, being carried in, but he rallies his spirits anyway and greets a good many people stationed in Dragonhead before his doctors finally manage to wave everyone off enough to get him situated in bed. The wounds will heal, they assure him, but only if he rests.

He discovers, that first night at least, that it isn't actually all that difficult to follow their orders. By the time they get him to his room and he's settled, everything is a blur of exhaustion and he drops off to sleep before he's even fully aware that he's in bed.

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[haillenarte]

[ That low and encouraging note only stokes Francel's flames hotter and brighter — in another moment, the sweet and needy moans spilling out of Francel's throat turn into something a little darker, a little deeper. He's close, as he said, and he is slowly starting to unravel: that meek church-mouse exterior was never going to last for long, and soon Francel is thrusting a little faster, a little more desperately into Haurchefant's mouth. It's not quite as hard or as forceful as it could be; he isn't accustomed to this, and he isn't skilled enough to be pulling in and out at a fast clip. But the insistent rolling of his hips is hungrier, greedier, and his hands have fisted tight in Haurchefant's hair now. The young lord mumbles words he did not know he had the courage to say aloud. ]

Haurchefant, I — I want you. I've wanted this, I've wanted — I want to fuck you so badly —

[ Never in his life has he said anything quite so vulgar. Then again, the game of lover's hide-and-seek was over before it begun: Francel was never as unsullied as he appeared, and this is his true self, longing for his boyhood friend with a thirst that cannot be sated.

The hot clutch of Haurchefant's mouth, the luscious press of his tongue against Francel's heavy cock, the delicious plump wetness of the inside of his lips — all of it pushes the young lord straight to the edge, but the teasing touch of Haurchefant's fingers over the rim of his hole, promising more later, that's what tips Francel over into the plunging depths of his pleasure. A fresh jolt of surprise and excitement over the contact makes his hips jerk forward one more time, and then he's lost control.

And it's perfect. Oh, it's perfect. Closing his eyes to the beautiful dreamy morning, one final moan leaving his throat, Francel comes hard into Haurchefant's mouth, indolent and indulgent and beautiful in his broken innocence, giving the knight his virtue, his thick noble seed, his boundless lust, his first. ]

[suitsahero]

His own noises turn hungrier when Francel's do, pleased and darkly encouraging, both. Francel is quickly going to find that, defender of Ishgard though he may be, Haurchefant is going to do exactly nothing to protect Francel from himself, from any number of those darker bedroom desires he might have. There are things that are more to Haurchefant's preference than others but, above all else, he finds he cannot help but want to adore someone, give them precisely the things that they may not even full know they needed. That has taken different forms with different lovers, but there is certainly no reason to deny Francel any part of his hunger.

There's a hungry noise of his own, deeper and richer than the others he's been making, when Francel says he wants to fuck him and his hands grip harder into warm skin for a moment, making clear both how much he wants that, too, and how much it makes him burn to hear Francel (polite, sweet Francel) gasp out his need for him like that. If there was anything in this position for him to find friction against, there's a chance that might have been it for him, but as it is, he only has the rumble of his moans and the clutch of his hands to express the answering surge of desire that brings.

Perhaps it is for the better. If he were busy finding his own release, he would find it much harder to swallow around Francel's. As it is, it's a simple matter to do so and he teases at him with both his fingers and his mouth for a long moment afterwards. No matter the lover, that moment of overstimulation, having someone writhing against him utterly out of their own control, has always been something he's delighted in and there's nothing in all of Ishgard that would make him pass up the chance to indulge in it with Francel.

Even when he does finally relent and pull himself off, he makes a treat of it, dragging his tongue along Francel's cock as he goes, lapping the remaining wetness from the tip with an outright obscene sort of relish. Is this something Francel has dreamt about as well-- the way Haurchefant's lips are a little swollen and damp, the way he's gone all heavy lidded and satisfied as though he's the one who's been so indulged?

"I'd no idea when you stayed the night that you would think to bring me breakfast in bed," he quips and it's a ridiculous and wholly Haurchefant thing to say, but moreso than the words themselves, Francel can hear the impression he's made in Haurchefant's voice, the roughness there entirely his doing and for him. "Truly an attentive nursemaid," he's a laughing as he says it, not mocking in the least, and he lacks the strength currently to draw Francel back down to him, but he tugs on him to encourage him that way, all the same.