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ITP Renly and Loras dance like sweethearts and have more fluffy sex

[Robert is throwing another grand feast in a few hours. Renly can't quite remember why, possibly it's Joffrey's name day, but Renly never paid much attention to that one beyond laughing at him in court. If it is, Ser Cortnay will have seen to it that a present will be sent, but it's also possible this is about some large animal Robert killed, or because he simply felt like having an excuse to be drunk. Renly hasn't been on the Small Council for long, hasn't been in King's Landing for too terribly long, but he's learning how things work here. Frankly, he can't say he enjoys it. He'd much rather be home at Storm's End, having a nice dinner with the men or taking a picnic out to his and Loras's secret spot.

At least Loras is here to ease the pain of being in this terrible city. Everything is more bearable with him at Renly's side.

They're in Renly's airy rooms in the manse toward the outskirts of the city where it's cleaner and the stench doesn't hang over it quite so much. He'd been offered chambers in the Red Keep, but it's much more difficult to be discreet there, with so many eyes and ears drifting around, reporting to the Spider or to Littlefinger. Loras certainly couldn't prepare for the occasion with Renly if they were staying at the Red Keep, but here at his little household in the city, Brella keeps the servants in line and not a word escapes here.

He's currently standing in front of the full length mirror in shirt and breeches, trying on yet another doublet with intricate gold clasps, trying firmly not to think about what will be expected of them tonight when they leave the house.] What do you think, love? The green and gold brocade, or the blue wool?

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[Loras isn't entirely sure what the occasion for this feast is either. He's actually pretty sure there isn't really one, the king just wanted an excuse to drink. But he would never say that to Renly. He said it to Margaery before leaving but he tells Margaery everything that comes into his head. Either way, here he is. Seated on Renly's bed. Watching him go through his clothes. Honestly he takes twice as long to get ready as any maiden Loras has ever known. It's equal parts frustrating and endearing. He's dressed already, in white and gold, a gold Tyrell rose pinned to his chest. He's actually been ready for almost an hour now]

Well I do enjoy the way you look in green and gold. [Because they're Tyrell colors and he is the tiniest bit possessive] But truly you look just as good in anything.

[Renly would probably just laugh and agree. Robert might be his brother, but he has very few illusions about what he is these days, and a fat old drunk is one of those things. Not that he would ever say that in Robert's presence, or Stannis's, but it's hard to deny either way. He chuckles a little, slipping out of the brocade doublet and picking up the blue wool one again, embroidered with glittering trees and and a stag, slipping into that and doing up the clasps.]

Perhaps this one, then, so I do not have to worry about constantly catching your eye during the feast. Both my brothers will be there, as will the rest of the Small Council, no doubt. Robert does not notice subtleties unless you shove them in his face, but the others...

[He rolls his eyes, leaning back on the bed to boredly watch Renly. The other man has always been more invested in clothing than he has]

You'll have to worry about that regardless of what you wear. I would notice you even in grey. [A laugh follows and he flops back to look up at the ceiling] Ah yes, I forgot that the Lobster Lord was coming in from Dragonstone for this feast. No doubt he'll be too busy taking offense with everything everyone around him does to notice anything.

[He likes to look good. It's one of the few things he's good at, give him a break. Renly just fastens the last clasp on his doublet and glances at himself in the mirror again, smoothing down the soft fabric as he laughs again.] You wouldn't. Grey is so... morose. The color of Starks and Silent Sisters.

Yes, and sadly, I'll be one of the ones whose actions he finds offensive, no doubt. Unlike the people at Storm's End, he'll find it suspicious if I do not dance with women and talk to the other lords' unwed daughters. [A thought which he finds distasteful, judging from the wrinkling of his nose as he says it, but then his expression smooths out as he watches Loras's reflection in the mirror, and his voice quiets a little as he admits,]

Just once, I'd like to be able to dance with you, in front of everyone. To an actual love song, not a pretend-drunken jape of a dance to The Bear and the Maiden Fair for the hundredth time.

[Loras likes Renly to look good too, it's just that he takes forever to do it] I would so. You're very eye catching regardless of clothing.

I'll have to as well. Though Garlan and Leonette will be there. I can always steal her for a dance or two. She's rather pleasant. You could steal her too. Garlan will not mind. And there's Mother and Father. I can most certainly get away with dancing with my own mother. If only Margaery had come. I could dance with her once or twice and we could mock the other lords under our breathe as we usually do. [He's not a fan of the idea either. He's good at talking to women and dancing is fun but after a while the whole courtly thing starts to get on his nerves]

Gods, I hate that song. [His expression softens though and he props himself up to look at Renly] I know, love. But I do not think there will come a time where we are allowed to do that.

You always seem to find it a sight easier than I do. I wish your sister were here as well, you could scarcely get her off my arm. [He would pretty much just steal Margaery all night so he'd have someone to talk to who didn't expect anything of him. He finds her company rather pleasant.] Perhaps I will steal a few dances with Leonette, but that will not last me all night. You're so terribly lucky your father is not trying to push a wife on you yet. [The worst part is that Renly loves to dance, he does, he just... wishes he could dance with his chosen partner, and not an endless string of daughters. He might be good at charming them, but it gives him no actual enjoyment.]

No, likely not, but I do wish. [He picks up a golden stag pin from the ornate box on the dressing table and pins it to his front, then turns around to face Loras, smile a little softer but a touch teasing.] If we ran away to the Free Cities we could dance to our hearts' content. How do I look?

You just smile and pretend to be interested in everything that comes out of their mouths. It's terribly boring but not outright painful. [Not very painful, at least] People would think you had developed an infatuation with Margaery. As for my father, well, it's not necessary for a third son to marry. Willas and Garlan will continue the Tyrell line. My father is content to let me do as I please. [It would be nice]

If we ran away to the Free Cities, Stannis would get Storm's End. And my father would send an army out to look for me. [He smiles, standing and going over to Renly] Perfect. As always.

I don't like being bored. Especially not when I have to watch lovesick girls trying to win your favor at the same time. [Renly is popular and charming, but Loras is a maiden's dream, lithe and tall and with the most beautiful curls in the Seven Kingdoms. But he might be biased.] It isn't fair, you know. I'm a third son, too, and I do not even get the freedoms that come with it because my brother had to go win himself a throne.

I could never give up Storm's End, I know, but it's all so tiring sometimes, having to hide here. I hate this stinking city. [But he can't muster up much ire when Loras is there, looking lovely in white, like he's already Kingsguard. Renly steps a little closer, settles his hands on his waist and smiles down at him.] How about a dance before we leave?

Are you jealous, love? [He knows Renly's not, which is why he just laughs a bit and takes his hand] I know. And I'm sorry. If there were anything I could do to make things easier for you, I would do it.

Alright. We'll just pretend there's a song playing. And you had best not make any jokes about me being the maiden.

Perhaps a little. All I ever want all night is your attention. [He's being melodramatic, really. Renly knows that Loras's heart belongs to him and to no one else, and that Loras only wants him and none of the pretty little maidens who flock to him like birds. It just seems unfair, to have a love as sure and beautiful as this and to have to hide it.] You've always made things easier.

I can hum if you'd like. [A playful smile as he curls an arm around him and takes one of his hands in his other.] Why not? You certainly have the hair to be the maiden. You have such beautiful curls.

I always give you plenty of attention after these things. [No one will ever be a match for Renly is Loras' heart. This is a fact]

I would rather you did not. You're terribly tone deaf. [He rolls his eyes, settling his free hand on Renly's shoulder] You're funny. Need I remind you how easy it is for me to put you flat on your back?

And then I have to wait... all... night... [He tilts his head down to press a kiss against his curls.] No company is so pleasant as yours, although Margaery's comes close - at least she's funny. [He loves her rather like a sister.

Renly laughs a little as he starts to sway them gently, feet starting to move with a grace he's never had on the tourney field or in the practice yard. Dancing he can do, and he's quite good at it.] Is that a promise? I do so love it when you put me flat on my back.

You poor thing. [He actually has zero sympathy] There you go again with Margaery. If I did not know better, I'd say you're trying to replace me with her.

I'll consider it. [He presses close to Renly, moving along with him]

No one could ever replace you, that I can say for certainty. [And it comes out almost a vehement whisper, so very truthful, as he slides a hand up to gently cup his jaw and capture his lips in a sweet kiss as they move. Renly leads simply because he's taller and it's less awkward that way, and... it's nice, to hold him close and glide across the Myrish carpets to music no one else can hear.]

Or perhaps I could put you on your back.

I was joking. [Because he knows that. He knows Renly loves him more than anyone else. He knows Renly would never leave him. Especially for a woman. Especially for Margaery, who has zero interest in him anyway. But he will return the kiss]

I think I could be very alright with that as well.

Yes, but still. I never pass up a chance to tell you how much I adore you. [It might be that little part of Renly that is terrified of people he loves leaving, even though he knows that Loras never will. He's proven that time and again, always finding an excuse to stay with him even after being knighted. His steps grow a little smaller as he kisses him again, and again, lingering and soft, swaying gently to the silence.]

Could you? We do have some time before we need to leave, still.

You never do. [He doesn't mind. If things like this is what it takes to reassure Renly that he's going nowhere, he's fine with it]

Considering you're the only one I would ever willingly let do it, yes.

Well I would certainly hope I'm the only one. [He teases lightly, pressing his lips to the corner of his mouth, down to his jaw, up to suck on a spot just under his ear. He has Loras all to himself for now, why waste the time? And this way the feast will be easier to bear.] I've always saved myself for you and you alone.

You always tease me about being a terrible knight, but- [His smile grows a little wicked as he whispers against his ear,] Would you like to see how well I can ride?

[He hums a bit in acknowledgement of the words, tilting his head to allow Renly more room but otherwise not responding. The whisper sends a shiver down his spine and he raises an eyebrow at the other man]

I would. Perhaps you can manage not to fall off like you always do a horse.

[He delights in that little shiver and brushes his fingers up the small of Loras's back through his clothes, nipping lightly at his earlobe. Dancing is fun, and it was sweet of Loras to indulge him, but another sort of dancing sounds just as fun. Renly breathes out a laugh and pushes him gently backward to the large featherbed.]

Oh, I think I can manage when no one is trying to knock me off.

[He's used to indulging Renly. And vice versa. He moves backwards willingly, sitting down on the foot of the bed when his legs make contact with it and reaching out to tug the taller man down for a kiss]

Considering such a thing would not benefit me at all, I do not think it will be happening.

[Vice versa especially, Renly has a hard time saying no to Loras when it comes to just about anything. Perhaps it's a little sad, how much he is Renly's everything in the world, but he can't say he would have it any other way. Renly goes easily, bending down to return the kiss, standing between his knees, nimble fingers already moving to the clasps of his doublet.]

Then I imagine I shall do just fine at this, at least.

[Loras is just a tiny bit spoiled. It's fine. For now he's content to press light kiss after light kiss to his lover's lips....and then bite the bottom one gently]

It would be embarrassing otherwise.

As if I didn't embarrass myself enough around you when we were younger. [Perhaps the courting had been a bit... overzealous. Honest, but a touch excessive.

He stifles a little moan when he feels Loras's teeth at his bottom lip and starts tugging his lover's doublet down his shoulders, sliding easily to his knees between his thighs.] Did I ever mention how beautiful you are in white?

It was endearing. [No it was pretty embarrassing] Though you could have been a bit clearer about what you were trying to do.

[He shrugs the doublet the rest of the way off, letting it fall to the floor as he reaches for the laces of Renly's] You have. Several times. You have said before that green, white and gold look the best on me.

Eventually we'll do a thread that isn't porn

One of these days. Maybe.

Probably not lbr

...Yeah probably not

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