He laughs throatily, leaning down to tilt Iago's head upwards. "Correct, though I had a less formal meeting in mind?" His thumb brushes Iago's lips, just lightly. "I've been stuck in one form for a fuckingmonth. You can't imagine how frustrating that is." Iago, of course, only has one form, but it's one that's allowed him a fair bit more freedom than the Cat King has. Particularly when it comes to recreational activities.
"Apparently the Admiral doesn't have the guts to stick to his own restrictions." The Cat King laughs derisively. "I suppose I shouldn't complain, for once. So long as his incompetence is in my favor." He grins, one eyebrow cocked, and stretches, gladly showing off for the other man. He's lean and well-muscled, and moves with the lazy, confident grace of a cat. He's not especially tall - maybe a couple inches shorter than Iago - but has a presence that more than makes up for it.
"You think cats have any need for a palace?" The Cat King sweeps inside, twirling the tie of his silk robe. He inspects the room with curiosity, but not judgement. His own headquarters is an abandoned fish cannery, and his throne is made of wooden pallets. Iago's place is... cozy.
He does stop at the bed and chuckles. Well. They'll be putting that to the test soon enough.
Turning, his gaze fixes once again on Iago, a curl of a smile on his lips as he approaches the other man, pupils dilating large and dark. It's the look of a hungry predator on the face of a man. He looks Iago up and down, before reaching up to run his fingers over that fine jawbone of his. "I'm done being teased. I expect to end this night with both of us very satisfied with our... arrangement." It's not a question, more of a command. He'll have Iago any way he wants him, for as long as he wants him.
He raises his eyes to him, his own human gaze meeting that easy predatorial look with not a hint of fear.
"I should hope for nothing less," he murmurs.
He hadn't known how serious he was before, but he knows it now. And Iago responds to the Cat King's confidence and authority with something between reverence and condemnation. He lets the former win over the latter and leans in to kiss him.
Oh, entirely serious. From before he got his form back, he's wanted Iago. Someone handsome and reverent and compliant. His heart might not race for him the way it does when he and Edwin play their games - the fucking tease - but he doesn't want a challenge, right now. He wants to win.
He huffs a soft laugh against Iago's lips before kissing back, hard and hungry and demanding. The hand that was on his jaw slides into his hair, finding a grip there and pulling not quite hard enough to hurt, just a firm reminder of who's in control. His other arm slides around Iago, nails digging into his back through his shirt as the Cat King presses their bodies together.
Iago would do well not to underestimate the amorous intent of a frustrated, pent-up tomcat.
Iago plays a role as well as anyone might expect. He sinks completely into it, covering himself in that comfortable cloak, letting himself be someone the Cat King can trust. Someone he can go to.
He surrenders to the kiss, one hand around his waist, his heart hammering away in his chest. He's got a grip on that robe with one hand, the other pressing against his ribs.
He tries to pull back, testing the limits of that tight grip on him.
The Cat King shrugs the robe off, letting it pool off his body as Iago pulls at it. There's a reason he chose this outfit - no need to fuss about when he wants to be naked. There's scars here and there on his back, old fights from something with claws and teeth. But it suits him.
"Ah, ah-" He murmurs when he feels Iago start to move away, tugging his head back to expose his neck. He presses a kiss to it, feeling that fast pulse beneath his lips. "Fuck." He can't resist a playful bite, right where his neck meets his jaw. Testing to see how the other man responds to a little pain with his pleasure.
His own blood is running hot now, and his free hand starts searching for the buttons of Iago's shirt. He wants to feel skin on skin again. It's been too long.
He lets out a breath, a soft moan, the pain jolting across his shoulders. "Christ," he swears, his whole body tense, even as his fingers rake across the other's bare torso.
His shirt falls open easily, his own scarred and bruised chest showing the effects of the torture he suffered before his arrival. He ets it fall to the floor, then slides an arm around his waist.
God, his reactions are perfect. The Cat King shivers deliciously, heady with the thrill of a responsive partner. He wants Iago all the more with each moment - this isn't the convenient fuck he'd expected. This is more. He wants this man mewling under him like a queen in heat, wants to see him beg, wants to work him until he's too weak to lift his head.
The shirt falls away, and it's the Cat King's turn to pull away, hand sliding from his hair. At first to admire, before a dark cloud crosses his expression. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to the worst bruise. Enough pressure that Iago feels it, that it hurts, but still a surprisingly tender gesture. "I will gut whoever did this to you," he growls, chest rumbling with anger.
"Not here?" It's a reasonable guess. He knows Iago's only been here long about as long as he has. He knows that the so-called 'death tolls' don't tend to leave visible marks, even if they can be felt for a week or so afterwards. He's done his research into the nitty-gritty rules of this place, quietly and out of sight. But just in case, he asks. His promises are sometimes impulsive, but never idle.
But whatever the answer, he meets Iago's kiss with equal passion, the dangerous rumble in his chest mellowing to a low purr as he presses himself against the other man, his arms wrapping around his waist possessively.
"Not here," he manages to confirm as he steps back, guiding them both towards the bed, trying not to trip over himself in the process.
"No one has touched me here," he breathes against his mouth, sucking in air as he pulls him back. The bed is small, but adequate. He had, after all, had Sokie here only a few weeks ago for this same purpose.
"Good. Anyone who does will soon regret it." But for now, there's no need to leave anyone's corpse outside Iago's door. Which means he can focus on the more pressing matter at hand.
He lets Iago lead him, hooking one hand into the waistband of his pants to remind him that he's only calling the shots so long as the Cat King allows. He sneaks another bite, this time catching that full lower lip between his teeth with a pleased grunt. They fall together, the Cat King straddling Iago, looking down at at him with a wide grin.
"You have no fucking idea how often I've thought about this." He trails his hand down Iago's bare chest, his nails just barely grazing his skin.
Another moan at the flash of pain, another small sigh as he hesitantly pulls back. He looks up at the Cat King from his position underneath, and reaches up to thread his fingers in his hair.
"Often enough to end up here in my bed so soon," he remarks with a hint of a laugh. "You can mark me if you wish," he says, taking his hand.
"Being here has been a singularly frustrating experience." He smiles benevolently down at Iago, his fingers trailing down until they find his belt, working it loose with deft and practiced motions. "And you. It's not like you've tried too hard to resist my charms." Of which he has many and they are, of course, frightfully potent.
But as arrogant as the Cat King is, it's not entirely without merit. He moves with the confidence of several hundred years of experience. And while he's selfish, he's also vain - nothing makes him feel quite so powerful as seeing someone lose themselves to pleasure under his touch. Once he's loosened Iago's belt, he begins his work in earnest, kissing along the man's shoulders, trailing up his neck to nuzzle at his ear. This ship has teased him long enough already. He can hold out a bit longer to make sure this is an experience Iago won't soon forget.
It's a consent, not a demand, after all. Iago doesn't dare demand anything of him. Not now when he's so entranced by the way he moves. Iago isn't exactly inexperienced. He was married. He's had lovers. He's young at 28 and fit. But there's something intoxicating about the way that the Cat King moves. Confidence, arrogance, it's like a drug for Iago and he lets himself submit to it.
He raises his hips slightly to meet that hand, still digging fingers into the other's hair, seeing what he can get away with.
"Why would I? What - benefit does that give me when I could have this? Why deny myself pleasure for a game I don't want to win?"
"Why, indeed?" He does love the thrill of a chase. Making someone realize how much they want him, wearing them down until they surrender. But it's not what he needs now. What he needs now is exactly what Iago's giving him - enthusiastic participation.
The hand in his hair can stay, for now. But the moment he tries to guide the Cat King anywhere, he'll find teeth against his skin. He's the one in control here. His hands work to slide Iago's pants down, impatient and demanding and a little rough. He's done with clothes. "I think we're going to make each other very, very happy." One hand trails over, slipping between Iago's thighs before turning to cup his balls. They get a cheeky little squeeze, just to emphasize the Cat King's point.
He likes teeth. He likes the quick flash of pain. The first time he tries and the first time he gets teeth in his skin, he hisses in pleasure, using his free hand to help get his trousers off and onto the floor. He spreads his legs for him, shamelessly half hard and eager at his touch.
"I believe that was the entire purpose of your visit," he reminds him with a grin, digging his heels into the bed.
Iago has many ways of making allies. He befriends them. He torments them. He makes them love him and fear him. This is simply a way to do it, and he is delighted that it has gone so smoothly.
"Do you plan to fuck me like a whore?" he murmurs, sliding his hand down the Cat King's back, digging his fingers into his skin without making marks.
That's a lovely display. The Cat King rumbles under Iago's hands, arching his back into his touch. But he needs to see this properly. He nips at Iago's collarbone once more before sliding off him, standing to take in the view. And to pull his own silk pants off, letting them fall to the floor carelessly. His own cock is hard already, betraying how much he wants this. "As if I've ever had to pay for anyone." He chuckles, running an admiring hand up Iago's thigh. "But yes, eventually." He gives his balls a playful flick. "If you beg."
He wraps his fingers around Iago's member, the cool metal of his rings mixing with the heat of his skin.
There is something about keeping the rings on. Perhaps because it's so - royal to do. To not lose the jewelry, the status symbols, even in moments like this.
He's never fucked a king before, and it's not likely that he will tonight, but he imagines it would be something like that. Jewelry on. Beautiful royal coat. A lovely thought.
He lets his had stray to the other's ass at that flick, indulging in a little squeeze, a little grip of control and authority. Not because he aims to be in control, but because he wants to push him. This is a game that has no loser.
"I don't beg," he tells him, arching his back into his hand.
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.
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Date: 2024-11-30 06:04 pm (UTC)The voice seals it.
"Oh. Your majesty." And he sweeps down into a playful bow.
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Date: 2024-11-30 07:29 pm (UTC)Re: Spam
Date: 2024-11-30 08:02 pm (UTC)"You honor me," he says, not pulling away. "May I inquire as to how this happy miracle occured?"
He steps closer, closing the gap between them, giving himself the time to inspect this new form.
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Date: 2024-11-30 09:13 pm (UTC)"Well? Are you going to invite me inside?"
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Date: 2024-11-30 09:16 pm (UTC)He steps back, letting him see the darkened room. While the room itself is small and typical of his time, Iago keeps it clean and tidy.
"Please, come inside. I'm afraid I do not have much to offer you, though. My home is rather humble."
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Date: 2024-11-30 09:35 pm (UTC)He does stop at the bed and chuckles. Well. They'll be putting that to the test soon enough.
Turning, his gaze fixes once again on Iago, a curl of a smile on his lips as he approaches the other man, pupils dilating large and dark. It's the look of a hungry predator on the face of a man. He looks Iago up and down, before reaching up to run his fingers over that fine jawbone of his. "I'm done being teased. I expect to end this night with both of us very satisfied with our... arrangement." It's not a question, more of a command. He'll have Iago any way he wants him, for as long as he wants him.
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Date: 2024-11-30 09:40 pm (UTC)"I should hope for nothing less," he murmurs.
He hadn't known how serious he was before, but he knows it now. And Iago responds to the Cat King's confidence and authority with something between reverence and condemnation. He lets the former win over the latter and leans in to kiss him.
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Date: 2024-11-30 09:48 pm (UTC)He huffs a soft laugh against Iago's lips before kissing back, hard and hungry and demanding. The hand that was on his jaw slides into his hair, finding a grip there and pulling not quite hard enough to hurt, just a firm reminder of who's in control. His other arm slides around Iago, nails digging into his back through his shirt as the Cat King presses their bodies together.
Iago would do well not to underestimate the amorous intent of a frustrated, pent-up tomcat.
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Date: 2024-11-30 10:13 pm (UTC)He surrenders to the kiss, one hand around his waist, his heart hammering away in his chest. He's got a grip on that robe with one hand, the other pressing against his ribs.
He tries to pull back, testing the limits of that tight grip on him.
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Date: 2024-11-30 10:40 pm (UTC)"Ah, ah-" He murmurs when he feels Iago start to move away, tugging his head back to expose his neck. He presses a kiss to it, feeling that fast pulse beneath his lips. "Fuck." He can't resist a playful bite, right where his neck meets his jaw. Testing to see how the other man responds to a little pain with his pleasure.
His own blood is running hot now, and his free hand starts searching for the buttons of Iago's shirt. He wants to feel skin on skin again. It's been too long.
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Date: 2024-11-30 10:45 pm (UTC)His shirt falls open easily, his own scarred and bruised chest showing the effects of the torture he suffered before his arrival. He ets it fall to the floor, then slides an arm around his waist.
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Date: 2024-11-30 10:55 pm (UTC)The shirt falls away, and it's the Cat King's turn to pull away, hand sliding from his hair. At first to admire, before a dark cloud crosses his expression. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to the worst bruise. Enough pressure that Iago feels it, that it hurts, but still a surprisingly tender gesture. "I will gut whoever did this to you," he growls, chest rumbling with anger.
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Date: 2024-11-30 11:49 pm (UTC)Not quite the reason, but that's the story Iago will stay with.
"What a beauty you are, though. Each scar, a tale of victory."
He leans forward and kisses him again, fierce and desperate and needy. If he wants this, then Iago is more than happy to conform to it.
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Date: 2024-12-01 09:48 pm (UTC)But whatever the answer, he meets Iago's kiss with equal passion, the dangerous rumble in his chest mellowing to a low purr as he presses himself against the other man, his arms wrapping around his waist possessively.
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Date: 2024-12-01 09:53 pm (UTC)"No one has touched me here," he breathes against his mouth, sucking in air as he pulls him back. The bed is small, but adequate. He had, after all, had Sokie here only a few weeks ago for this same purpose.
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Date: 2024-12-01 10:24 pm (UTC)He lets Iago lead him, hooking one hand into the waistband of his pants to remind him that he's only calling the shots so long as the Cat King allows. He sneaks another bite, this time catching that full lower lip between his teeth with a pleased grunt. They fall together, the Cat King straddling Iago, looking down at at him with a wide grin.
"You have no fucking idea how often I've thought about this." He trails his hand down Iago's bare chest, his nails just barely grazing his skin.
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Date: 2024-12-01 10:27 pm (UTC)"Often enough to end up here in my bed so soon," he remarks with a hint of a laugh. "You can mark me if you wish," he says, taking his hand.
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Date: 2024-12-02 03:39 pm (UTC)But as arrogant as the Cat King is, it's not entirely without merit. He moves with the confidence of several hundred years of experience. And while he's selfish, he's also vain - nothing makes him feel quite so powerful as seeing someone lose themselves to pleasure under his touch. Once he's loosened Iago's belt, he begins his work in earnest, kissing along the man's shoulders, trailing up his neck to nuzzle at his ear. This ship has teased him long enough already. He can hold out a bit longer to make sure this is an experience Iago won't soon forget.
As for marking? Well. That may come later.
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Date: 2024-12-02 04:00 pm (UTC)He raises his hips slightly to meet that hand, still digging fingers into the other's hair, seeing what he can get away with.
"Why would I? What - benefit does that give me when I could have this? Why deny myself pleasure for a game I don't want to win?"
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Date: 2024-12-02 06:58 pm (UTC)The hand in his hair can stay, for now. But the moment he tries to guide the Cat King anywhere, he'll find teeth against his skin. He's the one in control here. His hands work to slide Iago's pants down, impatient and demanding and a little rough. He's done with clothes. "I think we're going to make each other very, very happy." One hand trails over, slipping between Iago's thighs before turning to cup his balls. They get a cheeky little squeeze, just to emphasize the Cat King's point.
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Date: 2024-12-02 07:26 pm (UTC)"I believe that was the entire purpose of your visit," he reminds him with a grin, digging his heels into the bed.
Iago has many ways of making allies. He befriends them. He torments them. He makes them love him and fear him. This is simply a way to do it, and he is delighted that it has gone so smoothly.
"Do you plan to fuck me like a whore?" he murmurs, sliding his hand down the Cat King's back, digging his fingers into his skin without making marks.
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Date: 2024-12-02 09:11 pm (UTC)He wraps his fingers around Iago's member, the cool metal of his rings mixing with the heat of his skin.
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Date: 2024-12-02 09:33 pm (UTC)He's never fucked a king before, and it's not likely that he will tonight, but he imagines it would be something like that. Jewelry on. Beautiful royal coat. A lovely thought.
He lets his had stray to the other's ass at that flick, indulging in a little squeeze, a little grip of control and authority. Not because he aims to be in control, but because he wants to push him. This is a game that has no loser.
"I don't beg," he tells him, arching his back into his hand.
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Date: 2024-12-04 12:29 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2024-12-04 02:16 pm (UTC)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."
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