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Riding to meet with his stern and disapproving brother, Stannis, Renly would have very much preferred to have been back in bed with Loras.
If Renly had a choice he would be tangled up in white silk sheets, his lover drowsy and heavy in his arms. Beautiful Loras, waking up. Crushed petals in his rich hair, his lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he opened his eyes and smiled dazzlingly at his king.
Ummm. Loras.
The warmth of him, the scent of him-- lavender, roses and the musk of sex. Renly’s fingers tingled as he though of touching those firm, slender shoulders, that smooth hard chest, the inviting curve of his buttocks, pink and golden, downy as a peach….
A peach.
One hung from a nearby tree branch, a ripe beauty, a perfect fruit. Reaching out Renly picked it, laughing a loud.
He would take the peach with him, he though, as a reminder of Loras’ charms. While he dealt with his upright, uptight older brother he would sink his teeth into the firm sweet peach like he sank his prick into Loras’ tantalizing bottom.
This would be his little joke on Stannis.