Flare King's Consort

@flaremore

My name? Augustine Sycamore, the Pokemon Professor. Surprised to see my true colors coming to light? tracking tag: flaremore [AU!Sycamore RP blog. note: This is based on a combo of XY game plot. Both Calem and Serena are stopping them. Both Xerneas and Yveltal are used for the Weapon.]

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[[I can't seem to find that Xerneas!Sycamore art. I know it exist.]]

#out of condoms

"…"

"You’re so loyal, Augustine." a murmur, fond and inviting, strong arms embracing the other, leaning into his touch. "Thank you. No matter my absences, no matter how many Legendaries I see and chase, you’ll always be here. It… warms my heart, I suppose."

"I’ll always be yours, Lysandre." He cooed, nuzzling the man a bit. "No matter how many pets I have, I’ll always be loyal to you, wanting you before anyone."

He tilted the man’s face up to kiss him, sweet and gentle, breathing deepening as he leaned in, tongue drifting into his fiancé’s. His fingers tightened a bit, natural strength, pulling him closer and closer still, locking their mouths together almost desperately.

Seems Augustine wasn’t the only one to miss the other.

Augustine moaned against Lysandre's mouth, welcoming his tongue as they kissed. Their hips grinding against each other, Lysandre's arms tight around him. His own fingers gripped the sleeves of the man's coat, not wanting him to leave again. He pulled away after a long while, panting lightly. "Shall we head to our bedroom, Amour?"

And cue Auggie wrapping his arms around Lysandre, nibbling his ear. “It’s been quite a long time. I’ve been waiting for you.”

"…"

"You’re so loyal, Augustine." a murmur, fond and inviting, strong arms embracing the other, leaning into his touch. "Thank you. No matter my absences, no matter how many Legendaries I see and chase, you’ll always be here. It… warms my heart, I suppose."

"I'll always be yours, Lysandre." He cooed, nuzzling the man a bit. "No matter how many pets I have, I'll always be loyal to you, wanting you before anyone."

"Maybe we can be louder, Baby~"

Cue a squeak.

And cue Auggie wrapping his arms around Lysandre, nibbling his ear. "It's been quite a long time. I've been waiting for you."

"…" oh dear lord, are they fucking?

… yep. He’s pretty sure they are.

Ew.

"Maybe we can be louder, Baby~"

"… what in the bloody hell happened?”

"LYSANDRE!" And cue his fiance being glomped and potential humped.

Corset~

"…!"

He shouldn’t be surprised. Augustine was a sensual creature, perfection and beauty forming a frame like a statue (or perhaps a painting, for Augustine was fluid in ways that statues were not), and he was a man who was very fond of encouraging hormones and swelling.

So, really, the leather and lace were hardly surprising, even if his face turned red and his hair poofed out in the manner of a cat’s tail.

"Do you like it?" He purred, already figuring out the answer from Lysandre's reaction. It may have been a bit much, but if one has to seduce a man who rarely gets horny enough, going outside of the box is a must. He sat on the bed, on his knees, reaching for one of the red laces of that held the corset together. "I could use some help getting it off, Handsome."

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"Well well, if it isn't one of my goodie two shoes fancy pants counter parts."

"So when can I trigger your weapon, Lysy?"

"W-what is tonight?! S-sexually harass Lysandre night?! But, a-ah… well, whenever you want, I-I suppose…”

"Hm… fish might actually be rather good for you. You have a swimmer’s body, after all." he crooned, patting his fiancé’s leg. "Ah, if you don’t like the cooks, I can find someone else."

A worry popped up, what if someone tries to poison Augustine?, but he shoved it down before it could show on his face.

"Non. It’s fine. I just don’t gain weight easily." He buried his face into the crook of the other’s neck. The slight scratchiness from his beard against his cheek. "Right now, I just want to be with you."

He pressed back, reaching up to stroke his hand through the other man’s hair. Soft, silky… ah, his beloved. “Then be with me you shall, mon belle.”

Augustine simply smiled. There was nothing more than loving Lysandre to him right now.

"So when can I trigger your weapon, Lysy?"

"W-what is tonight?! S-sexually harass Lysandre night?! But, a-ah… well, whenever you want, I-I suppose…”

"If you’re certain…" he murmured, crawling into bed and setting Augustine down beside him. "I don’t want you to get sick because you’re not eating enough.”

Augustine made himself comfortable under the covers, moving close to Lysandre. “If that happens, you can fire your cooks. They always are telling me I’m too skinny, then they set plates in front of me with food. I tend to be on a Seafood diet. I see food, I eat it.” Though, he never gains weight, someone explain that one.

"Hm… fish might actually be rather good for you. You have a swimmer’s body, after all." he crooned, patting his fiancé’s leg. "Ah, if you don’t like the cooks, I can find someone else."

A worry popped up, what if someone tries to poison Augustine?, but he shoved it down before it could show on his face.

"Non. It's fine. I just don't gain weight easily." He buried his face into the crook of the other's neck. The slight scratchiness from his beard against his cheek. "Right now, I just want to be with you."

"So when can I trigger your weapon, Lysy?"

"W-what is tonight?! S-sexually harass Lysandre night?! But, a-ah… well, whenever you want, I-I suppose…”

Cuddling sounded nice. He huffed and plucked his fiancé up, carrying him over to the bed. “You should eat more. You’re too light.”

Augustine almost squeaked when he was picked up. “I eat enough. If I eat too much, I’ll make myself sick.” He nuzzled against the man’s face, loving the warmth from the other’s body. Augustine always loved how warm Lysandre is.

"If you’re certain…" he murmured, crawling into bed and setting Augustine down beside him. "I don’t want you to get sick because you’re not eating enough.”

Augustine made himself comfortable under the covers, moving close to Lysandre. "If that happens, you can fire your cooks. They always are telling me I'm too skinny, then they set plates in front of me with food. I tend to be on a Seafood diet. I see food, I eat it." Though, he never gains weight, someone explain that one.

"So when can I trigger your weapon, Lysy?"

"W-what is tonight?! S-sexually harass Lysandre night?! But, a-ah… well, whenever you want, I-I suppose…”

"Well, I’m your fiance, so me sexually harassing you is just something you should already expect." He leaned close, placing a kiss on the other’s lips. "It’s been a while, so let’s just cuddle."

Cuddling sounded nice. He huffed and plucked his fiancé up, carrying him over to the bed. “You should eat more. You’re too light.”

Augustine almost squeaked when he was picked up. "I eat enough. If I eat too much, I'll make myself sick." He nuzzled against the man's face, loving the warmth from the other's body. Augustine always loved how warm Lysandre is.

"So when can I trigger your weapon, Lysy?"

"W-what is tonight?! S-sexually harass Lysandre night?! But, a-ah… well, whenever you want, I-I suppose…”

"Well, I'm your fiance, so me sexually harassing you is just something you should already expect." He leaned close, placing a kiss on the other's lips. "It's been a while, so let's just cuddle."

I'll trigger your ultimate weapon, big boy~<3

"Your poor circulation showing there?"

"Mmmpff."

"Je t'amie, Lysandre." He purred.

I'll trigger your ultimate weapon, big boy~<3

"Only I get to make you fire that weapon, Amour.”

"Your poor circulation showing there?"

#undyingflare #yes he had to do that btw

I'll trigger your ultimate weapon, big boy~<3

"Only I get to make you fire that weapon, Amour."

{bedmemethingy} "Non. I think I'll pass... Go find Augustine and ask him... and how much did you drink? You must be hallucinating if you're begging me..." This was too good so he got out his camera. Might as well always remember this moment and use it for blackmail, right?

"Why nooottttttt?" he leans on N, giggling drunkenly. "Auggy doesn’t like it when I bite him… betcha yer m’re feisty…”

"I never said I don’t like being bit. I basically don’t like my skin being broken from a bite."

"But that’s the best kindaaaa bite…” he slurred, waving at his fiancé. “All yummy and coppery…”

"You had bit my neck. Maybe if it wasn't so close to a major artery, I would have been ok with it."

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