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Aiden hissed and straighten his skirt, no sorry, kilt. It was a ridiculous get up and he didn’t understand why he was being forced to wear it. Apparently it was the formal attire for the School of Wolf. Lambert had threatened to withhold sex for the whole of winter if he didn’t wear the shitty clothes that had been laid out for him. The first dinner once everyone had returned to the keep was a fancy affair apparently. A celebration for surviving the year on the path and a way of respecting those who had fallen.
But Aiden still didn’t understand the weird skirt thing, or the strange little crotch pouch.
He pulled up his socks to just under his knees and tied up the laces of his shoes around his shins. He grinned as he grabbed the pretty little dagger from the bed. He kissed the hilt and placed it in his socks. At least he could still have a dagger. He would have to thank Lambert for that later. There had been no under clothes laid out on the bed but Aiden had shrugged that off. He figured it was just Lambert playing tricks on him but Aiden was no stranger to going without. He was going to have fun when Lambert discovered that little delight.
The top half of the outfit wasn’t too bad. The shirt was nicer than he was used to and the waistcoat fit snugly. The jacket would be cold for the winters of Kaer Morhen but he’d also been provided with a tartan cape that he pinned in place with a brooch. The brooch was an intricate design that had obviously been custom made. A small cat was wrapped around the legs of a wolf. There were tiny blue sapphires in the cat’s eyes and ambers in the wolf’s.
He pulled his long hair into a bun and sighed. He might as well go. The wolf witchers were probably wearing their normal armour and he’d be a laughing stock. He wondered whether they’d played the same trick on Jaskier the first time he’d been invited to Kaer Morhen.
He padded along the corridor towards Lambert’s room. They technically had separate rooms but they hadn’t used Aiden’s until today when Lambert had so rudely shoved him out so they could get dressed on their own. Aiden scoffed. He didn’t understand the big deal about the outfits, but it had meant something to Lambert so he’d agreed.
“Wolf, open the door sweetheart!” He rapped on the heavy wooden door. He heard a crash of furniture through the door and he rolled his eyes.
“Oh fuck!” Lambert growled. “Stupid fucking chest!”
Aiden sighed and leaned against the wall next to the door as it burst open. Aiden felt his eyes go wide. Lambert’s outfit was very similar to his, except the tartan was a different pattern. It had felt ridiculous when he’d been getting ready but on Lambert…
He let out a low whistle and put his hands on Lambert’s chest.
“Oh look at you, darling, you look absolutely divine,” he purred and barely ghosted his lips over Lambert’s. His hands drifted down Lambert’s chest but to his surprise Lambert caught his wrists.
“Behave, kitten.”
Aiden scoffed. He would get Lambert back for that remark later. Lambert very rarely behaved when they were doing a scene together, and judging by the smirk on his wolf’s face he knew exactly what he was doing; the bastard.
“If you wanted me to keep my hands to myself, darling,” Aiden purred as he brushed his lips along Lambert’s jaw and whispered in his ear “then you should have said so. I promise I won’t touch again.”
“Hang on, what?” Lambert growled.
Aiden pulled back and winked at his boyfriend. “Let’s go, wolf. You wouldn’t want to keep the others waiting.”
“Kitten?”
“A promise is a promise, Lambert.” He cackled and sped off through the halls of the corridor.
“Come back here, you bastard!”