Jamie takes a moment to collect himself after the Chevalier leaves. Vauban. That's easy enough to remember, and he can at least get himself to the correct wing.
He waits until the marquise has retired. On his way, he stops briefly by the salons to make sure the Chevalier is not still there enjoying himself, but Jamie doesn't find him. He makes his way through unfamiliar corridors, certain he's found the right one, but...
He catches a hall boy and asks quietly where Vauban's room is. From there, it's easy. He crosses the hall to the Chevalier's door and quietly lets himself in.
When Jamie enters, the Chevalier is lying on his bed, his typical attire replaced with a blue silk robe. He doesn't say anything as he stands up, brushing past Jamie to make sure the door is locked. With that done, finally the Chevalier finally turns to look at the gown-wearing boy in front of him.
For the first time in a while, he feels nervous. It hasn't been long since he last did this, but already it feels like an age. He is out of practice. He steps forward and runs his across Jamie's neckline, fingers dipping under the hem.
Jamie smiles when he hears the lock click into place. He watches the distance between them close and the first brush of fingertips sends chills across his skin.
"I'll guide you," he promises. "But this will take both of us if you want to see me bare."
He turns around to expose the lacing at his back. "Start here," he says. It doesn't take too much effort to unlace the bodice and it easily slides off his arms. Jamie lets it hit the floor and reaches down to untie both of his skirts. Their weight means they fall easily, pooling around his feet. That leaves him in his chemise, corset and stockings.
"You'll need to unlace me again. Or at least untie me."
The Chevalier has never had to do this much work for a lay before. He sighs as he gestures for Jamie to turn around before attempting to untie his corset. It's a bit of a struggle, more than he would care to admit, and he causes Jamie's body to jolt with each tug of the lacing.
"This is a lot of fanfare. Some could almost suspect you of hiding something..." A dick, even, perhaps.
"I'll remember to change if you want me again," he says with a smile. He's patient with all the tugging and Jamie sighs as the corset loosens around him, feeling a bit lightheaded as the constriction eases. It's one of his favorite feelings.
He lets the corset slide off and join the rest of his clothes on the floor. Then he turns to face the Chevalier, stepping out of his shoes as he does. A chemise is all that stands between the Chevalier and whatever he might want.
The Chevalier is mostly interested on getting Jamie on the bed. He pushes him backwards, his own body quickly following, draping over him as he spreads the young man's legs and pushes up the chemise. The fabric is lifted over the knees and falls down to Jamie's hips, revealing the tie of Jamie's stocking. The Chevalier smirks and gently kisses the ribbon.
He grins as he lands on the bed and finds himself with the Chevalier between his thighs. He props himself up on his elbows, watching as warm lips brush against his stocking. If undressing started that rush of excitement, then feeling the Chevalier's mouth so close to his skin serves to get him fully there.
"Yes," he answers warmly. "I will."
First of all, he's expecting this, not startled by a rather attractive man fondling under his skirts in a corridor. They have time and privacy and Jamie intends to make sure he takes advantage of it.
"We will see." Jamie may be confident, but so is the Chevalier. He kisses Jamie's leg again and, with a slight pull, unties the ribbon. He carefully rolls the stocking down Jamie's leg, then the other, before putting his hands in the gathered fabric of Jamie's chemise and lifting.
"Off." He wants to see the young man he's been touching this evening.
He bites his lip, watching as the Chevalier removes each stocking. It takes nothing to get out of his chemise and he's left bare for the Chevalier's inspection. He's lithe, like a dancer. But he is a young man beneath all those layers.
"Am I to your satisfaction?" he asks, feeling a bit exposed with the Chevalier still in his robe.
The answer is yes, but the Chevalier doesn't give approval so easily. He hums thoughtfully, eyes raking over the young man as he leans over him. He waits until he's seen plenty, then kisses him, giving his thighs a nudge so that they spread for him.
Jamie leans up into the kiss. He spreads his thighs to make room for the Chevalier between them. Then he kisses the man again, one hand sliding through his golden hair to brush it back over his shoulder.
As his hands slide down again, he pushes at the Chevalier's robe, hoping to coax it off.
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He waits until the marquise has retired. On his way, he stops briefly by the salons to make sure the Chevalier is not still there enjoying himself, but Jamie doesn't find him. He makes his way through unfamiliar corridors, certain he's found the right one, but...
He catches a hall boy and asks quietly where Vauban's room is. From there, it's easy. He crosses the hall to the Chevalier's door and quietly lets himself in.
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For the first time in a while, he feels nervous. It hasn't been long since he last did this, but already it feels like an age. He is out of practice. He steps forward and runs his across Jamie's neckline, fingers dipping under the hem.
"I do not deal with dresses often..."
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"I'll guide you," he promises. "But this will take both of us if you want to see me bare."
He turns around to expose the lacing at his back. "Start here," he says. It doesn't take too much effort to unlace the bodice and it easily slides off his arms. Jamie lets it hit the floor and reaches down to untie both of his skirts. Their weight means they fall easily, pooling around his feet. That leaves him in his chemise, corset and stockings.
"You'll need to unlace me again. Or at least untie me."
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"This is a lot of fanfare. Some could almost suspect you of hiding something..." A dick, even, perhaps.
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He lets the corset slide off and join the rest of his clothes on the floor. Then he turns to face the Chevalier, stepping out of his shoes as he does. A chemise is all that stands between the Chevalier and whatever he might want.
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"Will you last longer this time?" he teases.
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"Yes," he answers warmly. "I will."
First of all, he's expecting this, not startled by a rather attractive man fondling under his skirts in a corridor. They have time and privacy and Jamie intends to make sure he takes advantage of it.
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"Off." He wants to see the young man he's been touching this evening.
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"Am I to your satisfaction?" he asks, feeling a bit exposed with the Chevalier still in his robe.
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"Time will tell..."
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As his hands slide down again, he pushes at the Chevalier's robe, hoping to coax it off.