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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
He relaxes back against the bed, laughing at the thought. "Be merciful," he begs playfully. "Tonight? Such appetites you have!"
It's strange to feel so secure here for the moment. Iago is used to the world being off kilter for him, no matter his designs. But this is raw and real and powerful, and he delights in every breath.
"My appetite is great, but it's also varied." The Cat King finally shifts, sliding out of Iago with a soft sigh. "You'll learn to be as hungry as I am, I can tell. But next time we can try something more... gentle." His fingers trace along Iago's jaw, pulling him in for a long, slow, passionate kiss.
Oh, he has no intention of leaving, just settling in a little more comfortably. "But what a man," he croons back, chest still rumbling with satisfied purrs. "Rest. I can be patient."
...he may need a little bit himself, but he won't soon admit that.
Iago settles underneath the easy weight of him and closes his eyes. He keeps one arm draped along his back, idly drawing shapes or words along his skin. It doesn't take long for that to cease, for his hand to drift down, and for Iago to fall asleep.
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Re: Spam
Date: 2024-12-05 04:31 pm (UTC)Re: Spam
Date: 2024-12-06 12:37 pm (UTC)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.
Re: Spam
Date: 2024-12-06 12:44 pm (UTC)At those final erratic moves, Iago finally reaches between them, stroking his own cock to pull himself over the edge with a desperate groan.
Re: Spam
Date: 2024-12-06 01:02 pm (UTC)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.
Re: Spam
Date: 2024-12-06 02:11 pm (UTC)"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.
Re: Spam
Date: 2024-12-06 06:32 pm (UTC)Re: Spam
Date: 2024-12-06 06:44 pm (UTC)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.
Re: Spam
Date: 2024-12-06 08:08 pm (UTC)"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.
Re: Spam
Date: 2024-12-06 08:18 pm (UTC)It's strange to feel so secure here for the moment. Iago is used to the world being off kilter for him, no matter his designs. But this is raw and real and powerful, and he delights in every breath.
Re: Spam
Date: 2024-12-06 08:42 pm (UTC)Re: Spam
Date: 2024-12-06 08:47 pm (UTC)"I look forward to my lessons," he mutters against his lips. "But you must let me rest now. I am but a man."
Re: Spam
Date: 2024-12-06 09:08 pm (UTC)...he may need a little bit himself, but he won't soon admit that.
Re: Spam
Date: 2024-12-06 09:11 pm (UTC)