Guydelot eating out Sanson, watching him hungrily.

Sanson on his back, getting fucked by Guydelot. Sanson is staring up at Guydelot, his face caught between need and pleasure.

Guydelot fucking Sanson, holding him as Sanson just starts to orgasm. Sanson is gripping Guydelot's shoulders tight.

Sanson and Guydelot sleeping after sex. Sanson is cuddled up to Guydelot, his head is resting on Guydelot's chest. Guydelot holds Sanson to him, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Sing for me, Love."

All a bard wants is someone to join in his chorus.

#ffxivnsfw #gposersnsfw #ffxivlewds #guydesan #sansonsmyth #guydelotthildonnet

I recently made Sanson & Guydelot alts. I chose to dress them in what I feel they might like, but rarely use their "colours." Usually, I put Sanson in short sleeves, & Guydelot in top fashions &/or comfy stuff that looks too good on an elezen man.

#Wolqotd #SansonSmyth #GuydelotThildonnet #FFXIV

Eventually the bard finds better reprieve in pacing about the house, examining the touches that are undoubtedly Sanson: tomes on song and folklore, and countless journals cram every ilm of bookshelf available. He’s gone through them several times over by now, with and without Sanson, and Guydelot smiles as his hand brushes along the spine of a particularly familiar journal. He knows without looking where the words “Ballad of Oblivion” are scribbled on the spine; he’s held the tome in his own two hands so often that he could never forget it now. He sees the bits of himself that he’s left here, too, intermingled amongst Sanson’s things like wild seeds sown in a garden. A spare lyre string on the table, next to the faint beginnings of a song on a sheet of manuscript paper. The coat he’d worn at Gyr Abania, draped over an otherwise plain couch that Sanson has more than once chided him to hang in the closet. Guydelot settles into the couch, and it’s old but it’s clean and soft. All of Sanson’s furniture is like that, simple but well kept, enough to service a life after work. As though the hyur had spared just enough attention in fitting the house that he might devote the rest to the objects of his passion.

16. From On first and fierce affirming sight (pining guydelot....):

#kaescribbles | #guydesan

#ffxivart #guydesan #guydelot #sanson #guydelotthildonnet #sansonsmyth

"Thank you, Guydelot.” It was as simple as that, but that was all he needed. Warmth bloomed in the bard’s chest as their eyes met. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to lean into it a little. “A ‘thank you’ is all well and good, but how about something more to show for it?” he asked teasingly, turning to face Sanson and indicating to the empty space behind the hyur with a glance. “Like letting me back into the bed, for instance.” Sanson laughed, shaking his head. “You know I am far too ill for that still. We can’t have us both unable to attend to our duties,” he pointed out. Guydelot sighed, covering his face with the back of his free hand in dramatic resignation. “Didn’t hurt to try.”

7. From More than worth it:

#kaescribbles | #guydesan

[Final Fantasy XIV] Night Music #FFXIV #SansonSmyth #GuydelotThildonnet (old art: 2021)

[Final Fantasy XIV] The Stiff and The Spent #FFXIV #GuydelotThildonnet #SansonSmyth (old art: 2018)

sketch portrait of a Guydelot Thildonnet from Final Fantasy 14 game

another #fanart! Now it's #portrait #sketch inspired by a pal's #FFXIV fic. (I haven't played this FF game, my fav FF is VIII probably %) #GuydelotThildonnet #elf