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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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knowmyplace

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.

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countthecats

"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.

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knowmyplace

He loops one leg around the Cat King's, trying to keep him from going too far. Iago surrenders completely to the kiss, settling back on the pillow.

"I look forward to my lessons," he mutters against his lips. "But you must let me rest now. I am but a man."

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countthecats

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.

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knowmyplace

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.