"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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