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They’re kindred spirits, some may say. Despite their appearances, they are very similar. The tall, dark, elezen and the short, vibrant miqo’te hold much in common. It truly was only a matter of time before they came together like this.
Well, only a matter of time and perhaps a few drinks to rouse the courage. But here G’raha stands before the majestic might of a completely bare Aymeric. Normally he’d feel inadequate before such a specimen but tonight he’s feeling brave.
“The history books were not exaggerating just how handsome you are.” The miqo’te circles his quarry, a predator observing his prey taking every inch, every angle and curve of Aymeric’s body. It’s quite a sight to behold. His tail swishes and swats at the elezen as he does so, teasing here and there—even being so bold as to flick the Ser’s left butt cheek as he makes his rounds forcing a quiet grunt followed by a breathy shudder from the raven-haired man.
“I know not of what they have written about me in this future now rewritten.”
A cheeky grin spreads on G’raha’s face. “I fear you may blush at some of the commentary about your voluptuous lips and…” He claps his hand to Aymeric’s behind. “…slappable ass.” He takes great joy in watching the tips of the Lord Commander’s ears turn bright pink then red, almost matching his own hair color.
“That…” A gulp. “That does not sound like a typical history book.”
“Well, not only history books spoke about you.” The shorter man completes his rounds then glances down. “Oh! Another aspect they got right. You are quite the catch I dare say.” His compliment is met with silence. “Nervous?”
“I’m…” Aymeric shifts his weight to his other foot. “I’m far more comfortable in other less… exposed situations.”
G’raha hums. “Have no fear. I will not hurt you. Quite the opposite, I believe.” He falls to his knees. “Just say the word and we will stop.” Gently he grasps the commander’s cock, the length of which is already stiff and proud, dripping in anticipation. He licks his lips before looking up where his crimson eyes meet piercing blue. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
There’s a long pause and G’raha worries that Aymeric is having second thoughts but finally he nods. “Yes, I want this.”
“Splendid.” He opens his mouth to begin but then closes it and looks back up. “Have you ever been pleasured by a miqo’te before?”
“I’ve never had such desires nor an opportunity previously.”
G’raha smiles widely. “Perfect. Trust me, you’ll never want to go back.”
Taking a deep breath, he starts. Slowly, carefully, he teases the length of Aymeric’s arousal as his hands grasp his ass. His tail slides between the elezen’s thighs teasing the skin there and forcing the man to shudder at the sensation. He works his tongue up the length as he bobs his head back and forth eliciting quiet moans from the Lord Commander whose hands have found themselves tangled in G’raha’s hair now free from its constraint of the normal braid.
Feeling cheeky, Aymeric taunts. “You spoke as if your performance would be memorable.”
G’raha stops his ministrations, pulling back with a quiet popping noise as he did so. “All in due time, milord. I thought one of your station would know the virtue of patience?”
“Perhaps once upon a time but you’ve teased me enough.”
“As you wish, Lord Commander.” With that he resumes his duties, massaging Aymeric’s butt with one hand while the other provides assistance on the main event. When he thinks the elezen is ready he takes the Commander’s cock fully in his mouth—a feat that he was not sure he’d be capable of once he saw just how large the man is. Here he stops and ensures he breathes through his nose to manage his gag reflex before finally he does it.
He purrs.
Whatever Aymeric had been expecting, it was not that. The man lurched a bit but G’raha is quick to spank and give a warning glance before continuing. As he slides along the length he maintains the vibrations that are clearly adding to the experience based on the sudden yanks on his hair and the way Aymeric’s legs quiver.
The Commander is quite loud it seems when he is enjoying himself. His moans that started out barely louder than whispers but now the red-head fears that near all of Ishgard can hear their fearless representative succumb to pleasure. G’raha can feel his own cock twitch at the sound and he moves the hand massaging Aymeric’s ass to attend to himself.
Soon, G’raha feels the tell-tale twitch of a man about to find release. The sound that comes from the Lord Commander is feral, far below of one in his station having fallen prey to bestial desire. Releasing his grip on the elezen, he focuses on the feeling in the bit of his stomach—the coiling fierce and deep threatening to tear him asunder until finally with a great gasp he follows Aymeric’s lead, his cum spilling onto his thighs.
It’s only then he notices Aymeric sitting on the bed of the small room they share for the night watching as he finishes. The elezen’s cheeks are flushed red and he’s staring at the mess on the miqo’te man. They sit in relative silence as G’raha pants from exertion until Aymeric slides to the floor and crawls his way over.
One hand reaches to cup G’raha’s cheek and with a smile, he speaks. “You’re quite skilled. However shall I repay the favor?” Aymeric does not wait for an answer taking G’raha’s lips with his own. He kisses him deeply, pushing G’raha back until he lies against the smooth stone floor. “I suppose…” Aymeric shifts his body down kissing G’raha’s flesh from neck to hip. “I can start with this.”
With that, he tastes of G’raha’s release, licking up the mess he made. Still quite sensitive, G’raha shivers at the touch. “If only I were not spent.”
“Perhaps, if you had patience, I could have shown you just how skilled I am as well.”
“Is that a promise?”
Aymeric smirks. “Stay and find out.”