shititsalion | Everything Isn't Shit AU

[Loras is back in Highgarden for the first time in....well, a while. It's been a week since his Dragonstone raid and he's still a bit bruised. Broken ribs are no joke. But other than that, he escaped without any incident and now Dragonstone is in Tyrell hands. Funny, because Cersei Lannister is under the impression that it's in her hands. She doesn't know that all her people were sent back to King's Landing and all the ones left behind to hold the castle? Tyrell men. Loras loved every minute of that raiding and it's silent "Fuck you" to the Queen Bitch, even though he probably would've preferred a loud "fuck you". Willas was right, though. Now was not the time for that.

In any case, he's just arrived in Highgarden. He was given some leave after Dragonstone as a gesture of appreciation from King Tommen. It's good because he needs to talk to Willas. Mostly because he is 100% sure a certain someone is in an absolute state of panic right now. They hadn't exactly told him the plan but chances are good he's heard. Willas can deal with that. Loras steps into Willas' solar the minute he's back in the castle, taking every roundabout uncommon path he can think of, hoping to find his older brother inside]

Willas?

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[Of course things were easier, they were just boys then, not men grown. They were only boys and their biggest worry was Ser Courtnay finding them necking in an alcove somewhere.

He groans low in his throat when Renly gets a hand into his breeches, responding immediately to the familiar touch, his eyes closing for a moment. He might get winded easily and sometimes need a stick to lean on when he has to walk, but that part of him works just fine.] L-Loras, wait- I want to feel your skin against mine-

[Which happened a few times. After a while, Ser Courtnay just kind of got used to it.

Loras kind of feels like Renly is onto him, thus the request for the clothes to come off. He doesn't really want to do that. Well, he does, but he's pretty sure that'd ruin the entire mood. He swipes his thumb over the tip of his lover's cock, giving it a few firm strokes afterwards]

Oh? Do you want me to stop, then?

[It's not like he could say anything and risk Renly's - or Robert's - reputations anyway, though he wouldn't want to. He practically raised Renly, was the closest (sad) thing to a father he had.

Loras is making it hard to think, let alone angle to see him without his clothes on, and he groans softly, leaning forward against Loras a little bit.] N-no, but it's been so long, I want you properly.

[Loras finds that he can't really argue with that. He's always been bad at denying Renly things. And he has to admit, it has been a while. He sighs, retracting his hand to rest it on Renly's hip instead]

Fine. But you have to promise not to get angry. [There's no point in trying to continue to deny it]

[And oh, doesn't Renly know it? At this point he's maybe willing to overlook some injuries as long as they aren't too serious (it's not like he's going to be able to see how bad he's banged up his ribs) in order to have sex with his lover again. He HAS missed him.

He leans in and presses his lips softly to the little crease in his brow.] I promise.

[He's not entirely sure he believes Renly but at this point the discussion about exactly what took place on Dragonstone is inevitable. Personally, he isn't bothered about any of it. He's a knight. It all comes with the territory. Renly, however, has always seen things differently. Loras will just have to hope for the best. At any rate he at least knows Renly can't stay mad at him forever.

He decides to stall for a little bit longer and stretches up for another kiss, fingers moving to start removing Renly's doublet. When that's done he steps away from his lover a small bit and reaches up for the laces of his own doublet, starting to undo them. The garment falls to the floor when all of them are undone, revealing the angry looking bruise that is his entire left side. On the right, just below his ribs, is a bandage covering a puncture wound from a crossbow bolt. He got lucky in that it missed everything vital]

Before you say anything, it isn't as bad as it looks.

[Renly makes a soft sound of pleasure against his mouth, leaning down to meet the shorter man halfway, his hands roaming as Loras tries to remove his doublet and shirt. When he's bared from the waist up, his hands slide up, "help" Loras unlacing his doublet, but he pauses, brow creasing, when the fabric falls away from bruised, purpling skin and bandages.]

How is it not as bad as it looks? Seven hells, were you shot with a crossbow?

Because nothing important was damaged. I'll heal. [It kinda hurts, honestly, but he can deal with it] Yes. [No point lying about that part]

I'm fine, Renly. I'm alive and in one piece. That should be all that matters.

Everything Isn't Shit AU

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