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countthecats

Good, because the rings aren't coming off. They aren't any more real than the rest of the Cat King's clothes, of course, existing only so long as he chooses to keep this shape. But he does enjoy his little extravagances.

His hand freezes at those words, and he steps in closer, pressing cock against cock. His hand shifts, trailing upwards slowly until his thumb rests on Iago's head, swirling around the tip in little, teasing circles. "Are you sure about that?" He stares down at Iago, eyes dark with lust and smile filled with steely confidence. One of them will break, and he's going to make sure it's not him.

From:

knowmyplace

This is still just a game, after all. Digging his heels in, being stubborn, qell that would turn this real. That wouldn't make it fun.

And while Iago could stop right now, douse himself in cold water and walk away without any regrets, that doesn't work in his favor. This does.

So he might as well make a show of it.

He resists for a moment, pushing up against him, using his hands now against the other's shoulders.

"Ah. Christ..." he moans, closing his eyes. "Fuck, yes. Please."

From:

countthecats

The Cat King doesn't mind a little back and forth, wouldn't hate an excuse to push Iago harder, to play a little longer with pain and punishment. But he's hungry. And they'll have plenty of time to play tonight, and many days and nights to come.

"There you go," he purrs, leaning in for another kiss, fierce and tender all at once. It's only once he breaks for air that a shadow crosses his face. "Fuck. Tell me you have lube." He's so used to being able to summon whatever he needs to hand that he hadn't planned that far ahead.

From:

knowmyplace

For a moment, he looks genuinely confused. The word is different, but the intention hits him a second later. "I have oil, but you must let me go," he grins.

From:

countthecats

With a belabored sigh, the Cat King steals one last nip at his neck before pulling back, annoyed at having to interrupt his flow. This will take some getting used to, until he can bag himself a permanent warden soft enough to grant him full use of his powers again. "Fetch it, then, and be quick about it!"

From:

knowmyplace

"If I had known your intention today, I would have been prepared," he assures him, sitting forward to press a kiss to his neck.

He slides off od the bed, onto his knees, and pulls a small box from underneath the bed. It opens and he pauses a moment, one object catching his eye before he slams it shut angrily and emerges back onto the bed with a small vial in hand. To cover the feeling, the emotion, he immediately wraps an arm around him to kiss him

From:

countthecats

Hm. Curious reaction. The Cat King makes note of it, though doesn't ask about it at the moment. Maybe later, when sex isn't on the line if Iago's mood turns sour.

"I should be able to summon whatever I need to my hand with only a thought. But I doubt that's a concession the Admiral will be willing to grant me, when he's only allowed me a single, solitary human form." Now he has to carry things around. What a pain.

But he shakes himself out of it before his own mood turns, pulling Iago in and grabbing his ass possessively with one hand, dragging his nails down his back with the other. No more games.

From:

knowmyplace

Iago's mood is easily restored and he leans back on a pillow, propping himself up with an arm as he turns over the vial to him.

"Perhaps," he mutters, sighing the word out as the nails leave small trails on his back, "His Majesty should invest in pockets."

All cheek, no sincerity, delighting in a bit of fun.

From:

countthecats

"Pockets," The Cat King grumbles distastefully. What a crimp in his style that would be. But he's distracted easily enough, palming the vial to warm it slightly as his free hand traces its way down Iago's chest and abs. Then he puts his hand on his knees, spreading them with the confidence of a man ready to claim what's his.

"I take it I won't need to be gentle with you?" He teases, a low purr to his words.

From:

knowmyplace

"No," he mutters, sliding off of the pillow, spreading his legs again for him. "Take what you want in whatever way you like. You have earned the privilege."

He drapes one arm over his neck, the other falling back so he can brace himself against the bed.

From:

countthecats

"Is that so? Hmm." The Cat King opens the little vial, tipping some of the contents onto his fingers before reaching down, pressing against Iago's hole. "Luckily for you, I do enjoy catering to my lovers' preferences. I'm only having fun if you're having fun." He pushes inside, slowly, to the first knuckle.

So long as, of course, those preferences include being wild about him.

From:

knowmyplace

He lets out a breath, relaxed against the touch. This isn't his preferred position by a long goddamn shot, but he still enjoys it when it happens. Especially when he is being showered with wanted attention.

"You are - a generous king," he says as he bites back a moan. His head pushes back into the bed, chin tilted up. "But I am already enjoying myself."

From:

countthecats

"That I am," the Cat King purrs, pressing further inside, pulling out almost all the way before driving his fingers home again. A rough little fingerfuck to warm things up. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up in anticipation, and his breathing grows faster and more ragged. "I hope you'll lie awake when I'm not here-" he licks his lips, bending down to whisper huskily into Iago's ear, "-thinking about just how generous I'm willing to be."

His finger slide out one final time, and he shifts into position, groaning with anticipation. "Let me fulfill your fantasies, Iago."

Edited Date: 2024-12-05 02:08 pm (UTC)

From:

knowmyplace

His hand presses against the headboard above him, fingers splayed out as he tries to adjust to the sensation. It's been a while, but it doesn't hurt.

"Christ..."

He grips his hair tightly again, but it's an involuntary relax now rather than an attempt at control. "Then fuck me," he mutters. "If that is your wish."

From:

countthecats

"You're my wish, Iago." He does nothing to disguise the bare want in his voice. The hunger for this man. And with that, he thrusts inside, deep and hard, his lips catching Iago's in a bruising, passionate, possessive kiss. His hips roll rhythmically as he pulls the other man to him, digging his nails into his back. He gasps raggedly, consumed by the feeling of being deep inside someone who plays the worshiping lover so astonishingly well.

From:

knowmyplace

He doesn't fake the way that initial push draws out a cry from him. He doesn't have to fake the way that his arms tighten around him. He doesn't fake the intensity of the kiss, the way his leg wraps around him to keep him close.

This is pure and raw and Iago pushes back against him, taking him as deep as he can. "Like that," he pants, because if he's going to get fucked, then he wants to be fucked.

From:

countthecats

The Cat King is all too happy to oblige, shifting one hand to Iago's ass to help support him as his thrusts grow harder, snarling as he drives himself in deep. The pace quickens too, and the bed starts rocking under the force of the two of them. If Iago needed a reminder that the Cat King is, at heart, and animal, this is it - he bites Iago's shoulder and fucks with the desperate, primal need that's been building in him since he arrived at this place.

He won't last long, at this pace. But he's beyond caring.

From:

knowmyplace

He cries out as teeth sink into his skin, and he's vain enough to wonder about bruising before every single thought moves out of his head. He holds fast to him, finger pulling at his hair, nails dragging along his back. And when he's hit right, he moans encouragingly in his ear. He moves his hips up against him, forcing some relief on his own cock, not daring to try and pull away so he can touch himself properly. He's desperate and hard, but the other feels so good with each snap of his hips.

From:

countthecats

He's not so far gone that he misses Iago's reactions. At the moan he shifts, adjusting his position so it's easier to hit the same spot again. And again and again, faster and sloppier. His nails dig into Iago's back and thighs, his breathing coming in harsh, gasping breaths.

He slams into Iago one last time, his body shuddering as he comes, moaning loud as the world fades around him and his head spins for one glorious moment of ecstasy and relief.

From:

knowmyplace

There are very few times when Iago let's himself go, to lose control. But now, moving that way, hitting him just right, those walls crumble and he simply rides out the waves of pleasure that build and build, ripping deep moans out of him.

At those final erratic moves, Iago finally reaches between them, stroking his own cock to pull himself over the edge with a desperate groan.

From:

countthecats

The Cat King collapses on top of Iago, still inside him, pressing breathless, soft kisses to the bitemark on his shoulder that's already bruising. Luckily for the other man, the Cat King's teeth in this form are fully human, so he hasn't quite drawn blood.

A low, rumbling purr fills the room, vibrating through Iago's hands where they still lay wrapped around his chest. "You make this place almost bearable," he murmurs affectionately.

From:

knowmyplace

"Almost," he mutters in return, still riding out the breathless, post-fuck haze that lingers.

"I owe a great debt to whoever returned this form to you," he adds, trailing one hand along the Cat King's spine, feeling the bones there.

From:

countthecats

The response is a huff of incredulous laughter, as the Cat King's fingers trace idle little circles over Iago's chest. "You owe nothing to a warden for their doing the bare minimum of their job." Is he glad to have his human form back? Incredibly. But that doesn't mean he plans on licking warden boots in response. And Iago shouldn't, either.

From:

knowmyplace

He can't even have his fun! Wardens loved to have their boots licked, and it's the perfect time to stick a knife in them.

But he doesn't argue the point.

Instead, he pushes himself up, drawing out a lazy kiss from his mouth.

"As you wish," he all but purrs. "Will you grace me with your presence again after this?" He doesn't mind this being a one-off, but someone might die if it is.

From:

countthecats

Iago can lick boots on his own time. The Cat King would rather no one get the impression that he's grateful in any way to have what's rightfully his returned. One doesn't praise a thief for returning a pittance of what they stole.

"After that performance?" The Cat King nuzzles against his neck with a throaty laugh. "You'll be lucky if I leave you alone for the rest of tonight." His appetite is sated only for the moment. But there's a bigger reason he plans to keep Iago around - the man does wonders for his sanity. That alone deserves frequent and lavish rewards. Not that the Cat King won't thoroughly enjoy every dive into hedonism, as well. If he has his way, they'll know every inch of each other before long.