[Just listen to him laugh and look at him smile and blush without restraint! This is an interesting side to him. Maybe he should be pleased that he gets to see it. Ferdinand tests his balance without him, is satisfied, and turns as he said he would, tilting forward with his arms back to catch his legs when he mounts him, looking over his shoulder.]
[Hubert clumsily climbs up onto Ferdinand's back, the two of them swaying and needing to adjust a bit to get him on securely. He wraps his limbs as tightly as he can manage around Ferdinand's neck and waist, and rests his chin on his love's shoulder.]
How embarrassing...
[He burns for a few moments with shame. How pathetic can he be! But soon his attention turns away from who might be looking at them, and focuses on the body he's wrapped around, the intoxicatingly floral smell of Ferdinand's hair, how strong he still is to carry a full-grown man on his back...]
Alternatively, you could just hold onto my arm and stumble the whole way home. [He hoists him up in readjustment and proceeds in spite of mentioning the alternative.] But this will be faster and more efficient. Besides, this will be good for me.
[He can't quite train exactly like he used to, after all... but he has been restlessly making do with what facilities he can find, from the Community Center in the Down to The Red Emerald in the Up. Where there is a will, there is a way. He must stay in fighting form!]
[Ferdinand laughs at the trusty steed moniker, which belies how hot under the collar his drunken admiration is actually getting to him. What truly gets to him, though, is his run of sultry appreciation over his well-developed shoulder, his lips and especially his teeth finding his neck.]
Ah... Y-Yes! Hubert, you are getting underneath your trusty steed's skin just a little bit...
[He is going to arouse him in public at this rate!]
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[Hubert chuckles, his signature low and sinister one, although it sounds a bit huskier at the moment. His lips brush slightly against Ferdinand's ear.]
Am I?
[This is one of the best parts of dating Ferdinand, in his opinion. That he is so easy to fluster, which is especially sadistically fun in public.
He flicks his tongue once against his lover's earlobe and laughs again under his breath.]
[Oh, no. His voice like that right next to his ear goes straight to his dick. He is going to die a social death. (Not that anyone in this particular society gives a rip about someone's boner...) And then he teases him with his tongue, and Ferdinand yelps under his breath. He might even feel the shudder that seizes him.]
You just licked my ear while I have you on top of me! [he whispers loudly.] Of course you are!
[For no reason at all whatsoever, his pace has increased.]
Ah-! Hubert! [he exclaims with a scrunch of his neck in "self-defense", hands tightening around his legs.] I have half a mind to drop you for this behavior. Keep this up, and you will be required to see what you have done to me through when we get home...
So stern... A terrifying threat... I will let you be for now...
[Though he's feeling very frisky. It must be the alcohol, and their bodies pressed up together, Ferdinand's warming his with the heat of his exertion. Hubert lets his chin rest again on his partner's shoulder, his eyes falling shut. Sleepy...]
[Hubert is so drunk, it's quite possible even he will forget he elected to leave him be and proceed to get him hot and bothered with more friskiness...
Ferdinand can't help but pick up a gaggle of voices in the background jeering at his public display of subversion from the outdoor seating area of an establishment they pass, but the conversation is mostly drowned out by the ensuing honking laughter and the hum of the city. It might be a bit too garbled for Hubert to have heard in his condition, which is probably for the best... but it ruffles Ferdinand's feathers just a bit. He can't even participate in any light banter with his friend and lover without it earning comment from the populace...?
Could he get them in trouble for it?]
Not yet. It will take more than just this to tire me out. You are actually not that heavy, but you are not light, either.
[Ferdinand is accurate in his assessment. Hubert lost a considerable amount of weight in his first couple of months in Duplicity, due to his fear of eating drugged food, and he is still slowly gaining it back now that he knows where it's safe to eat. He still often refuses to eat at events or when at strangers' houses. So the frame on Ferdinand's back is rather light for how tall he is.
But his mind is pulled from any thought of weight at the sound of strangers jeering at them. Hubert is more vigilant than the average person, and when drunk, he's more vigilant than the average drunk person. His face burns again, and he wonders if they're taking issue with the piggyback, or Ferdinand's bossiness toward his Dominant, or both.
As they pass, Hubert's head lifts up, turns toward the onlookers, and he raises his middle finger at them. He spits:]
Fuck you.
[Sorry Ferdinand, your workout might have just gotten more difficult.]
[Oh, dear. Hubert's vitriol. He'd better hustle. Who knows what trouble his umbrage might get them in when his inhibitions aren't all there! As such, Ferdinand picks up the pace, gripping harder to his legs.]
Pay them no mind, Hubert! [A mere request not being too publicly overbearing, is it? Agh! He shouldn't have to think of such things!] They are not worth your attention.
[They seemed spooked at first, but once it appears as though there's really nothing to worry about, they continue tittering amongst themselves. But they're getting further and further away as Ferdinand hurries.]
[Hubert is ready to jump off of Ferdinand's back and launch dark spikes at their audience if they were to retaliate to his verbal jab, but they don't. It seems they aren't very intimidated by a drunk man riding on his Submissive's back. Hubert hates when people he wants to scare aren't affected!]
Urghhhhh...
[He groans and grumbles, anger flaring through him still even as the onlookers disappear from sight and he turns to face forward again.]
Blasted idiots... I'll remember you... And find you...
[There is definitely a sarcastic lilt to his voice. Hubert can be... difficult to deal with; this is a fact that everyone who associates with him knows. However, this is an entirely different brand of difficult on him. It's like dealing with a wet and angry cat. Maybe he should get him focused on something else. Speaking of how not heavy he is...]
[He grumbles, but now it's more pouting than anything. He rests his chin back on Ferdinand's shoulder.]
No.
[He can't even remember the last time he ate. He had a coffee and a pastry at the library... But that was several hours ago. Has he had a meal today? Who could say...]
[By the sounds of it, he HASN'T had a proper meal today!!! And Ferdinand has caught on to Hubert's dietary ways in this city by now. He won't trust just any food.]
Hubert... [he chides, but softly.] I will make you something when we get back, then. What prompted this night out, anyway?
[He murmurs, wrapping his arms more tightly around Ferdinand's shoulders.]
A man caught my attention at the library and he slipped me a note that just said "The Void 8pm..." So I went there... He had interest in me and bought us a bottle of whiskey... He kissed me... Oh dear, I am sorry...
[He suddenly feels very guilty. Is this going to upset his partner?]
[A chill runs through him at the implications, which heats up into antagonism toward this man who sounds as if he were trying to take advantage of Hubert. Which is an unlikely scenario, given Hubert is difficult to take advantage of, but... it's not impossible. Was Hubert really so taken by this man that he let himself get into this mess?
That doesn't exactly please him, either. The indignation strains his tone a little as his pace slows.]
You... He... what? What else did he do to you like this?
[Ferdinand's tone makes him realize the way this all sounds.]
No, no, nothing! It isn't like that, Ferdinand... I wanted to kiss him... And I foolishly drank too much... He wasn't trying to- to sleep with me, he stopped us from going too far...
[Oh, what a mess. Somehow admitting that he wasn't taken advantage of and that he'd wanted all of it makes him feel even worse. What has he done?]
I am a fool... I am sorry... Were we in Fodlan, I would be so faithful to you... But here... This damn place... It makes me confused...
[That the man stopped him from going too far while Hubert's senses and inhibitions were compromised quells most of the rage that was fomented by the conclusions he had been jumping to, and Hubert's apology further dampens his emotions into pity for his beloved companion. He can relate to it, and it would be hypocritical of him to hold such a thing against Hubert when he faces the same confusing straits in this city, when he has found himself wanting to kiss so many others, and already has. Despite all reason, a hurt he has no right to had still throbs, though lightly, assuaged by Hubert's words.]
I see... I understand. Thank you for telling me. I do not hold anything against you for your lustfulness in this city. But you are definitely a fool tonight.
[It sounds as though Hubert is in as much pain as he is about this unfaithfulness, if not even more. It tugs on Ferdinand's heartstrings. He stops completely on the streets and lowers Hubert off of himself, taking care to ensure his passenger has enough balance and support to right himself to his feet. He then turns to wrap him in a hug, taking his hand to the back of his head to guide it toward his shoulder.]
I will not deny that there is a very... insecure part of me that stung, knowing you had eyes for another. A fear that I will not be as good as him, even if I tried my hardest to be. It is a feeling I am accustomed to fighting against. [Edelgard will always be better than him in just about every way, after all, and he has grown to accept it on good days. He starts rubbing his back in soothing strokes.] But to loathe you for it? No, especially not when we are being coerced to do so. You will always have room for me in your heart no matter who else catches your fancy, will you not?
[He gets close to Ferdinand, brushing his red hair out of his face and caressing his cheek tenderly. He presses their foreheads together.]
Listen to me. To me, you are better than everyone else here. The best. No matter who I may be compelled to touch or kiss, you will always come first, above the rest. You are my priority, the one I love.
Oh, listen to you, indeed! [he cries sheepishly, nuzzling him with their foreheads pressed.] You are remarkably adept at turning my cheeks pink... My heart is swimming with joy. I love you, Hubert.
[He embellishes that statement with an impassioned peck on the lips.]
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Here we go. Three, two, one...!
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How embarrassing...
[He burns for a few moments with shame. How pathetic can he be! But soon his attention turns away from who might be looking at them, and focuses on the body he's wrapped around, the intoxicatingly floral smell of Ferdinand's hair, how strong he still is to carry a full-grown man on his back...]
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[He can't quite train exactly like he used to, after all... but he has been restlessly making do with what facilities he can find, from the Community Center in the Down to The Red Emerald in the Up. Where there is a will, there is a way. He must stay in fighting form!]
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[He murmurs with a smile.]
So strong... My trusty steed...
[He moves one hand to rub Ferdinand's shoulder.]
So muscular... Sturdy... Sexy...
[He pushes Ferdinand's hair aside with his nose and kisses his neck, then nips at it.]
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Ah... Y-Yes! Hubert, you are getting underneath your trusty steed's skin just a little bit...
[He is going to arouse him in public at this rate!]
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Am I?
[This is one of the best parts of dating Ferdinand, in his opinion. That he is so easy to fluster, which is especially sadistically fun in public.
He flicks his tongue once against his lover's earlobe and laughs again under his breath.]
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You just licked my ear while I have you on top of me! [he whispers loudly.] Of course you are!
[For no reason at all whatsoever, his pace has increased.]
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You are bringing shame upon me by carrying me, is it not only fair that I embarrass you in return?
[He drags his tongue up the side of his lover's neck.]
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So stern... A terrifying threat... I will let you be for now...
[Though he's feeling very frisky. It must be the alcohol, and their bodies pressed up together, Ferdinand's warming his with the heat of his exertion. Hubert lets his chin rest again on his partner's shoulder, his eyes falling shut. Sleepy...]
Are you tired yet...? Am I too heavy?
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Ferdinand can't help but pick up a gaggle of voices in the background jeering at his public display of subversion from the outdoor seating area of an establishment they pass, but the conversation is mostly drowned out by the ensuing honking laughter and the hum of the city. It might be a bit too garbled for Hubert to have heard in his condition, which is probably for the best... but it ruffles Ferdinand's feathers just a bit. He can't even participate in any light banter with his friend and lover without it earning comment from the populace...?
Could he get them in trouble for it?]
Not yet. It will take more than just this to tire me out. You are actually not that heavy, but you are not light, either.
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But his mind is pulled from any thought of weight at the sound of strangers jeering at them. Hubert is more vigilant than the average person, and when drunk, he's more vigilant than the average drunk person. His face burns again, and he wonders if they're taking issue with the piggyback, or Ferdinand's bossiness toward his Dominant, or both.
As they pass, Hubert's head lifts up, turns toward the onlookers, and he raises his middle finger at them. He spits:]
Fuck you.
[Sorry Ferdinand, your workout might have just gotten more difficult.]
Hubie... ;__;
Pay them no mind, Hubert! [A mere request not being too publicly overbearing, is it? Agh! He shouldn't have to think of such things!] They are not worth your attention.
[They seemed spooked at first, but once it appears as though there's really nothing to worry about, they continue tittering amongst themselves. But they're getting further and further away as Ferdinand hurries.]
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Urghhhhh...
[He groans and grumbles, anger flaring through him still even as the onlookers disappear from sight and he turns to face forward again.]
Blasted idiots... I'll remember you... And find you...
[He won't do either of those things.]
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[There is definitely a sarcastic lilt to his voice. Hubert can be... difficult to deal with; this is a fact that everyone who associates with him knows. However, this is an entirely different brand of difficult on him. It's like dealing with a wet and angry cat. Maybe he should get him focused on something else. Speaking of how not heavy he is...]
Have you had anything to eat?
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[He grumbles, but now it's more pouting than anything. He rests his chin back on Ferdinand's shoulder.]
No.
[He can't even remember the last time he ate. He had a coffee and a pastry at the library... But that was several hours ago. Has he had a meal today? Who could say...]
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Hubert... [he chides, but softly.] I will make you something when we get back, then. What prompted this night out, anyway?
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[He murmurs, wrapping his arms more tightly around Ferdinand's shoulders.]
A man caught my attention at the library and he slipped me a note that just said "The Void 8pm..." So I went there... He had interest in me and bought us a bottle of whiskey... He kissed me... Oh dear, I am sorry...
[He suddenly feels very guilty. Is this going to upset his partner?]
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That doesn't exactly please him, either. The indignation strains his tone a little as his pace slows.]
You... He... what? What else did he do to you like this?
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No, no, nothing! It isn't like that, Ferdinand... I wanted to kiss him... And I foolishly drank too much... He wasn't trying to- to sleep with me, he stopped us from going too far...
[Oh, what a mess. Somehow admitting that he wasn't taken advantage of and that he'd wanted all of it makes him feel even worse. What has he done?]
I am a fool... I am sorry... Were we in Fodlan, I would be so faithful to you... But here... This damn place... It makes me confused...
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I see... I understand. Thank you for telling me. I do not hold anything against you for your lustfulness in this city. But you are definitely a fool tonight.
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I know... It is a miracle you do not loathe me by now. I deserve no one so kind as you...
[There's no sarcasm to be found. He sounds genuinely ashamed of himself.]
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[It sounds as though Hubert is in as much pain as he is about this unfaithfulness, if not even more. It tugs on Ferdinand's heartstrings. He stops completely on the streets and lowers Hubert off of himself, taking care to ensure his passenger has enough balance and support to right himself to his feet. He then turns to wrap him in a hug, taking his hand to the back of his head to guide it toward his shoulder.]
I will not deny that there is a very... insecure part of me that stung, knowing you had eyes for another. A fear that I will not be as good as him, even if I tried my hardest to be. It is a feeling I am accustomed to fighting against. [Edelgard will always be better than him in just about every way, after all, and he has grown to accept it on good days. He starts rubbing his back in soothing strokes.] But to loathe you for it? No, especially not when we are being coerced to do so. You will always have room for me in your heart no matter who else catches your fancy, will you not?
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[He gets close to Ferdinand, brushing his red hair out of his face and caressing his cheek tenderly. He presses their foreheads together.]
Listen to me. To me, you are better than everyone else here. The best. No matter who I may be compelled to touch or kiss, you will always come first, above the rest. You are my priority, the one I love.
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[He embellishes that statement with an impassioned peck on the lips.]
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