This is exactly why the Cat King prepared himself, so Iago wouldn't have to fuss about with anything. So he could have all the fantasy of taking Othello without the need for being gentle or careful, while allowing both of them their comfort.
He couldn't have asked for a better outcome.
He shakes his head, muffled protests as Iago positions himself. A proud king, stripped of his power and control, still struggling to resist his own desires, the fate he deserves.
As Iago enters him, he throws his head back and shudders, his own cock stiffening despite himself.
Iago offers him no reprieve. He drives in him, again and again, hips snapping against 'Othello's,' as if he can fuck him into submission. The world around them ceases to exist as he claims him, vision tunneling slightly. He leans down, panting his name in his ear, leaving marks with his teeth along his neck.
He wants him like this, whimpering and needy, his cock pressed between them so he can tease him with the promise of relief.
The fiery struggles and sharp protests from behind the gag soon dissolve into keening whines and moans. His body shakes with the power of Iago's thrusts, and his head lolls to the side as he loses the fight against pleasure. His cock stands, so hard it's almost purple, drooling precum.
With a muffled sob, he gives in, hips rising to meet Iago's thrusts, anger turning to desperation. His body glistens with sweat as he clenches hungrily around Iago's cock, begging with all but words.
He grips tightly to his shoulders, fingers digging into him, each whimper and moan spurring him closer to his edge. It's beautiful and perfect, this moment. It's everything he's ever wanted. He claims him like the possession he is, finally biting into his shoulder with a shudder as he comes inside of him. Iago would have kept fucking him for hours and hours, but seeing him so needy, that beautiful cock erect and weeping, is enough.
He's still inside of him, albeit soft and spent, when he mutters: "Do you want me to touch you?"
The pain is exquisite and intoxicating. Othello (because the Cat King is truly embodying his role now) whines and gasps, words lost thanks to the fabric in his mouth. He trembles under Iago's teeth, fear, loathing, arousal all mixed together as he's claimed and dominated. Fucked into submission, his own body betraying him by responding like a wanton whore.
He's on fire. He can't think of anything except his need. Still unable to form words, he can only let out another sobbing whimper. A pathetic, desperate noise as his neglected cock twitches at the thought of Iago's attention.
He hopes he touches him. Needs him more than anything.
Hopes he doesn't, so he can feel like this forever.
Iago flicks his tongue across the tip of his aching cock, tasting the sharp bite of his want.
"No," he decides. "You ordered my demise. You neglected me, so I will neglect you. Watch your pleas fall on deaf ears. Mm, but you are a delight to see." He runs his hands along Othello's stomach, tracing his fingers between his legs, teasing his fucked open ass with his thumbs. He deliberately leaves his cock alone and exposed.
Othello arches on the bed, set alight by the barest touch. When Iago pulls away again he groans, biting out something that might be a curse or a harsh plea. He struggles, pulling at the ropes holding his hands as they dig into his skin, but it's no use. He's entirely at Iago's mercy.
And yet, still he spreads his legs, still he begs helplessly for more.
Othello shudders and jerks under his ministrations, sobbing and cursing, body coated in sweat as he writhes helplessly on the bed. Helpless and conquered. No proud king here. No power, no pride. Not even any room for thoughts in his head except for what Iago's doing to him. His cock twitches at Iago's kiss, painfully, and he whimpers in reply.
There's a pause, then 'Othello's' lips twist into a grin as he laughs, the Cat King's voice unmistakable. "As you wish, my love." With a flash of purple flame - heatless, safe, merely for show - the Cat King's smaller, lithe body is in Othello's place. Still bound, still painfully hard.
He kisses back, fierce and hungry, arching into Iago's touch. Still desperate for it after all the torment. "You can have it again, any time you wish. Not just Othello, either. Just can't be anyone on this ship." Maybe some day, but it'll take time to convince Hanna he deserves it.
"If I want someone on the ship, I'll get them myself," he tells him with a laugh, sitting back and wrapping his mouth around that swollen and aching cock, seeking to give him relief and, of course, a little thanks and gratitude.
"Oh, I'm well aware," he laughs, then cuts himself off with a strangled moan, thrusting upwards greedily into Iago's mouth. He's not going to need much, after that display. He squirms, wishing he had his hands free to push Iago's head down onto his cock, but not enough to bother teleporting himself out of his bonds.
He likes him tied up like this. Not because he enjoys seeing him struggle (though he does), but because he enjoys knowing that he still has control of him. Even as he takes his cock deep, into his throat, bobbing his head and cupping him gently, he wants control.
The Cat King writhes and jerks under him, taut as a bowstring. He doesn't need much. He's already close to the edge from their little game, and he's not making an effort to hold back. With a last thrust, he's over the edge, releasing into Iago's throat with a desperate growl.
He pulls back with an undignified cough as he swallows him down, but this isn't a choice he's particularly practiced on. Only with the Cat King, but he has zero regrets about it. Instead, he leans down to press a kiss to his thigh and then reaches up to shakily untie his hands.
The Cat King rubs his wrists as they're freed, red and chafed from being tied so long. But it was worth it. He pulls his blindfold off before wrapping his arms around Iago and curling into him with a low, rumbling purr.
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Date: 2025-06-15 12:45 pm (UTC)He couldn't have asked for a better outcome.
He shakes his head, muffled protests as Iago positions himself. A proud king, stripped of his power and control, still struggling to resist his own desires, the fate he deserves.
As Iago enters him, he throws his head back and shudders, his own cock stiffening despite himself.
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Date: 2025-06-15 01:28 pm (UTC)He wants him like this, whimpering and needy, his cock pressed between them so he can tease him with the promise of relief.
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Date: 2025-06-20 08:41 pm (UTC)With a muffled sob, he gives in, hips rising to meet Iago's thrusts, anger turning to desperation. His body glistens with sweat as he clenches hungrily around Iago's cock, begging with all but words.
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Date: 2025-06-21 11:04 pm (UTC)He's still inside of him, albeit soft and spent, when he mutters: "Do you want me to touch you?"
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Date: 2025-06-22 06:24 pm (UTC)He's on fire. He can't think of anything except his need. Still unable to form words, he can only let out another sobbing whimper. A pathetic, desperate noise as his neglected cock twitches at the thought of Iago's attention.
He hopes he touches him. Needs him more than anything.
Hopes he doesn't, so he can feel like this forever.
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Date: 2025-06-23 01:46 pm (UTC)"No," he decides. "You ordered my demise. You neglected me, so I will neglect you. Watch your pleas fall on deaf ears. Mm, but you are a delight to see." He runs his hands along Othello's stomach, tracing his fingers between his legs, teasing his fucked open ass with his thumbs. He deliberately leaves his cock alone and exposed.
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Date: 2025-06-24 12:07 pm (UTC)And yet, still he spreads his legs, still he begs helplessly for more.
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Date: 2025-06-25 02:03 am (UTC)"You will get nothing from me, Othello. Never again." He leans down and kisses his stomach. "I have something much better than you."
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Date: 2025-06-27 01:56 pm (UTC)"You have given me a great gift, your highness. But I want my Cat King returned to me so I can enjoy my evening with someone who matters."
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Date: 2025-07-02 12:28 pm (UTC)"You have given me the best gift."
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