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State events never really had been his thing, far too much pomp and circ*mstance, but as the esteemed Warrior of Light, Angeal often found himself roped into this dinner or that conference. He didn't mind, not really, these things were important, and while more often than not he was simply the razor sharp point of the spear directed at any conceivable problem that had cropped up, it was nice to have a say in what might be about to occur. All that being said, company at events like this was always appreciated, and it was with that in mind that he had invited Erenville to join him in Ishgard. The night marked the yearly celebration of the end of the Thousand Year War and, as usual, both Estinien and Aymeric had invited him to attend. Angeal was well aware that Erenville was no more comfortable with such events than he himself was, though he hoped the Viera would find his company worth the trouble of all the formality.
The dress code was formal, of course, and Angeal had dug into his own shamefully sizeable wardrobe to fish outside that fit the bill, but all the while, in the back of his mind, he found himself both curious and desperately anticipating Erenville's choice of garb. They had spent so much time traveling the world, covered in muck and grime and sweat, neither one of them had ever truly seen each other at their best. He had not the slightest doubt that whatever Erenville choose to wear, he would be gorgeous.
His imagination paled as real-life stood in the doorway of his Ishgardian inn room...
Erenville wore an impeccably tailored outfit of the finest midnight fabric, cloth that enhanced every line and curve of the Viera's form, accented with jet black leather and glittering gold that caught the candlelight winking from behind Angeal. His hair looked soft and touchable, decorated with delicate golden clasps, unlike anything the Elezen had ever seen him wear before. His long legs were sheathed in smooth slacks, fitted in a way that left both everything and nothing to the imagination and Angeal felt himself swallowing past a thick lump in his throat as teal eyes slowly rose to meet golden.
There was laughter in those gilded depths.
"And here I thought this might not be suited to the occasion...", Erenville teased, shifting his weight from one foot to the other before tilting his head to the side. "May I come in?".
Right. They were still just... standing in the doorway to Angeal's room. The Elezen took a quick step back, nodding dumbly and holding the door open more fully for his companion to enter.
Erenville chuckled softly and stepped into the room, a single, gloved hand rising to press against the center of Angeal's chest as he shut the door with his free hand and pushed the Elezen gently against it.
"You are not ready yet." He remarked, looking at the Elezen's half-unbuttoned shirt and then at the suit jacket hung neatly up on a rack near the door. "Will we not be late?". Erenville glanced upward, searching teal eyes for an answer.
"That wasn't the plan...", Angeal replied, his fingers positively itching with the desire to bury deeply into Erenville's hair, to drag the Viera closer and meld their mouths madly together.
Dinner be damned...
The Viera must have seen that desire in his eyes because, with a soft huff of laughter, he began meticulously completing the job of buttoning up the Elezen's shirt.
"I suppose no one will complain... You are the one who managed to end their War. You can be afforded a few moments of tardiness." Erenville spoke softly, amusem*nt tinging his words, eyes fastened to the buttons his fingers deftly worked.
"How many moments of tardiness...?" Angeal inquired, his voice rough around the edges as he lifted his hands to capture Erenville's, stilling their actions. Golden eyes darted upward with feigned surprise.
"I spent much time getting ready, Angeal... you would undo all of my hard work?" His words held both admonishment and challenge, and his gaze reflected the Elezen's earlier desire.
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Angeal groaned, his hand tightening on Erenville's as he leaned forward capturing the Viera's mouth with his own. Stars, help him, he simply could not think straight when the other male was around and certainly not when he looked as he did at this moment. He was beautiful, not that he was not always so, but right now...? Soft lips parted for him with a low moan of want and the Elezen pressed the advantage, tongue dipping deep, long fingers sliding to grasp Erenville's wrists and slide them downward until they rested on his hips. He felt the Viera grip him there, gloved fingers pressing into skin with enough force to fully betray his companion's wants.
Wrapping arms around Erenville, Angeal reversed their positions, pressing the shorter male against the solid door, hands sliding over smooth fabric and leather, searching for a way beneath, to the inviting skin he knew awaited him.
A chuckle spilled into his mouth and Erenville broke the kiss, amusem*nt flashing his gaze as he looked upward. "Truly incorragable..." He purred, leaning in for another kiss only to dodge it as Angeal's mouth sought his own, prompting a low rumble of disappointment from the Elezen's throat. "After." Erenville admonished gently, a hand rising to wrap around the back of Angeal's neck, drawing him downward so that warm lips could glide the edge of an elegantly pointed ear. "Dinner first and then you may have your dessert.".
The Elezen groaned in a mixture of frustration and delighted anticipation. Stars, of course, Erenville would make him wait! His hands pressed against the wood of the door on either side of the Viera and he rested his forehead lightly on his companion's shoulder.
"Do you have any idea how hard this is going to be...?" He lamented quietly, nuzzling the Viera's throat as he spoke.
"I believe that is the point." Erenville teased, and Angeal froze as he felt gloved fingers suddenly slide up the inside of his thigh, his eyes widening and breath catching on a rushed inhale.
"Not... fair...", He growled, fingers curling against the door. He did not dare touch the Viera, knowing full well that if he did, they would miss the dinner in its entirety.
"Playing fair is all well and good, but there are certainly moments when even I am not above playing dirty." Erenville drawled, lashes lightly veiling golden eyes, watching Angeal's expression as skilled fingers traced delicately upward, dancing so very close, but never quite touching where he knew the Elezen wanted to feel his warmth most.
Teal eyes pressed shut, teeth gritting as he sucked in a breath through his nose.
"Is this my punishment for asking you to dress up?", He questioned, his mouth so close to Erenville's neck that every word brushed lips to skin. "A bit harsh... don't you think?".
"Is it?", Erenville's fingers gently flicked open the button to Angeal's trousers and then chuckled when he heard the Elezen's breath hitch, felt his hips twitch in anticipation. "I despise dressing up, just as I despise politics, even if they are celebratory. I do not mind joining you, but I will have my fun. Consider it the price of my company." A single finger dipped inside Angeal's trousers, stroking lightly against the warm skin he encountered there.
Angeal panted out a soft breath and the wood of the door creaked from his strength as he pushed against it, still refraining from touching his companion. One touch, that is all it would take, one touch and he would break. Estinien and Aymeric would be so disappointed...
"Fine. Yes. Whatever you wish." Angeal managed to bite out, eyes still pressed closed as he tried desperately to focus on behaving and not the wicked finger rubbing teasingly against his lower belly, disturbing the fine hairs that danced so close to things he truly wished Erenville would touch.
"Whatever I wish?" The Viera's voice sing-songed softly as he considered those words and Angeal instantly regretted using them. A second finger slipped into his trousers, that touch gliding scandalously lower. "I have many wishes. Would you like to hear them?".
Angeal groaned again but like the glutton that he was, nodded eagerly. "Stars, yes...!" He rumbled, lips moving against dark skin and he inhaled deeply, drowning himself in Erenville's scent.
"I imagined you might...", His companion commented lazily, his whole hand gliding into the Elezen's trousers now, fingers split as they moved on either side of Angeal's arousal, gently smoothing against his lower belly and still... still not touching hard, aching flesh. "I wish you to be just as you are now.... throughout the entire dinner."
Angeal's groan nearly burst from his lungs as he resisted the urge to just thrust himself against that warm skin, his body giving up a visible shudder of need.
But Erenville was far from done with listing his wishes...
"I wish for you to witness each bite of our meal that I take... and imagine all the things I will do with my mouth once our duty has concluded...".
Stars, take him...!
The Elezen trembled again, arms shaking, fingernails biting at the wood of the door. His mind was already seeing stars, so many possibilities racing through his thoughts as he struggled, physically and mentally.
"I wish to sit close to you, my thigh against your own beneath the table, so you can feel my warmth...", Erenville continued, lifting his chin so that his lips brushed Angeal's ear with the next words he spoke. "I wish to touch you...", his hand shifted and finally... finally cupped the Elezen's hardness. "Do you think anyone at the table would notice...?". His hand released and he abruptly withdrew it completely from Angeal's trousers.
Ducking underneath one of Angeal's arms, Erenville casually made his way to the nearby rack and lifted the Elezen's suit jacket. He turned with a smirk, offering the jacket to his companion. "Should you not hurry? We will be late, you know...".
Against the door, Angeal felt like a wreck, his ears practically buzzing with static, Erenville's words almost going unnoticed as he wrestled with himself, limbs shaking, body hot, as though he had been plunged into a furnace, breath harsh in his lungs, flesh hard enough to cut glass... Tilting his head, teal eyes nearly glowed with aether and arousal as he fixed Erenville with his stare.
"I hope you know, you're going to pay for this...", He growled quietly, words both dangerous threat and delicious promise.
Grinning widely, golden eyes flashed as Erenville rested a hand to one hip.
"That is my final wish, my dear Angeal, do not disappoint."
