#ofnymeros

“Stop it.” Loras whined, trying his best not to look over his shoulder at Renly as he reluctantly dressed to go out onto the training yard. He knew this strategy - the ‘I love you’s’ and the ‘you adore me’s’ and the myriads of assertions of affection that Renly employed at times like these. “Saying that’s unfair because you’re so hard to resist.” 

There was truly no sight Loras loved more than Renly in that bed - kiss-bitten and pale skinned with his hair a mess the way it never was anywhere else, and the dark green velvet sheets stark against him. 

“I told Bryce I’d meet him early. I’m sorry. You know he needs distracting these days.” Loras was more trying to convince himself than Renly, as he chewed on his lip and debated how much he wanted to be dumped onto his back in the dust by Bryce so close after sun-up when being dumped on his back by Renly was clearly an option from the look in his love’s eyes. 

The knight drew in a shallow sigh, took a pained look out the window and then reached behind his head without hesitation to pull his shirt off so that he could dive right back into bed with his poorly fastened trousers already slipping down his hips. “You’re right, you are someone I maybe, might love, but I assure you, this better be worth my while because Bryce is going to rip me a new one when I see him later, my darling.”