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He pushed him against the wall, their lips crashing together again in a rush that lasted less than five seconds as Emmanellain pushed him away, breathing hard and blushing up to the tippy top of his ears, eyes widened in distress.
“What do you think you are doing?!” He squeaked out loudly as Sicard gave a heavy step back, eyes opening again to stare at the elezen with a sparkle of malice in them. Emmanellain was staring at him as if he had grown two heads, where did he think he could simply… kiss a lord of Ishgard?! In the Brumes no less! After so many drinks and after such a lively and enjoyable talk?!
“Isn’t it obvious? ‘M kissin’ ya lad” he snorted, resuming his closeness with another step towards Emmanellain and giving him a little convinced smirk. “Why? Don’ you like it?”
“I… I… you cannot-you will not kiss me! We are not courting and you are not up my lead!” Emmanellain squeaked even louder somehow, stepping back as Sicard stepped forward, until his back hit a wall and he froze against it. Sicard kept stepping towards him, his eyes predatory in a way. “Go away!”
“I would if you really wanted me to, ya know?” He chuckled, standing chest to chest with the elezen, looking up at his face with defiance. “Tell ya what lad, I kiss you again, and if ya push me away, then that’s it! No more tryin’… but if ya don’t…”
“Stop this nonsense immediately!” Emmanellain cried out, just before Sicard was pushing into his personal space and pressing their lips together again. His lips were… rough, and he did not smell good - he smelled of cheap beer and jerky, two things Emmanellain never ever tasted in his life before, nor he wanted to; but even so, it brought a warmth to his stomach he never felt before, even kissing the few maids he had been able to convince before during parties he had attended, and that made him freeze even further.
When he recovered, he raised his hands up to Sicard’s chest to push him away, because he would, and then that pirate would never touch him again, but as he began to push Sicard’s hands reached for his waist and pulled him closer and well, if he ever wanted to push the man away, that idea fled from his mind immediately. Instead his hands gripped onto the loose shirt he wore despite the cold weather in Ishgard, and pulled him closer with a passion he had never felt before. He felt Sicard smirk against his mouth before something wet and hot pressed against his lips and he felt his knees falter, one hand reaching up to grab the hyur’s shoulder as he whimpered, the sound provoking a laugh from him.
“Well well well… that ain’t no prince worthy sound is it now” he teased, their lips parting enough so their eyes met, and Emmanellain felt his cheeks burning again as he stared, eyes wide and absolutely ashamed. So ashamed in fact that he tried to pull away, but Sicard held him very still and his hands dug into his waist. “Ey I didn’ tell ya to leave.”
“I-I don’t owe you a-anything” Emmanellain gasped, feeling ever more embarrassed at how shaky his voice was. He did not move however, and Sicard chuckled and leaned forward, stealing yet another kiss from him, this one gentle and soft. Then, he pulled away, and Emmanellain felt his heart squeeze in fear as the cold wind blew against his face again. He opened his mouth to ask Sicard to stay, but the man only raised his eyebrow.
“I need another drink. Come inside ay? I ain’t gonna pay for it” he winked, before turning away and heading inside with a calm demeanor. Emmanellain stayed behind, staring as the door to the Forgotten Knight closed, before he sprung to his feet and rushed inside, following Sicard upstairs towards the bar.
He would think the repercussion (and repetition) of those acts.