He reaches out in gratitude, linking their fingers like adolescents,
smitten and serious.
He ducks into the corridors and to the steps, finding his room with the
small door attached. He lets go only to unlock it and open it into his
room. It's dark for a moment until he can light the lantern, but nearly
spartan in its display. His sword lies reverently on his desk, his journal
open and pen nearby. His bed is meticulously made and the rug swept.
His gaze lingers for a few seconds on the sword, before he focuses again on escorting Iago to his bed, watching keenly for any hint, any suggestion one way or another. Iago is tired, does need the sleep. He kissed Jedao last night - Jedao is quite sure Iago initiated the kissing at least some of the time - but also slowed him down when Jedao got too handsy. But Jedao has given him chances to shove Jedao off several times this morning, and he has taken none of them.
He's exhausted, but some moments transcend the need for rest, especially in these circumstances. Rest, like most luxuries, can always come later. Iago has been deprived for longer and with less motivating endings, after all.
He follows, never taking his hand from Jedao's, and when they reach his bed, he cups his face so he can kiss him soundly, laying to rest his own earlier hesitations.
It's endearing in a way that seems strange to him, but he's far too lost
in his own head to question it. He leans into the kiss, following him down
to the bed, bracing himself up with his hands.
How would you like me, he asks and Iago has a thousand ideas,
spurred on by brief flashes of breach knowledge and the Cat King's lessons
on pain. He has his own lived experiences, both exciting romps on the Barge
and fleeting moments of rather unremarkable sex in his marital bed. But he
still doesn't know how to answer.
"I am still learning that," he admits against his kiss, honest before he
can stop himself. "Tell me what you like and we can settle in the middle."
"Ah, I like almost everything," Jedao admits ruefully, although he's comfortable enough with it now that he doesn't blush for it.
"But it's a bit early in the morning to be demanding anything elaborate." And a bit early in their courtship, too. "You didn't let me get too close to tasting you, last night. Was that a general preference, or just because we were out in the open?"
Courtship indeed. His shoulders relax, though, a release of tension he didn't know was there. Less theater now...more - realism.
He shakes his head. A no to both questions, even as he lowers himself down onto his elbows to kiss him again.
"I wasn't certain if it was what you wanted or if it was what the influence wanted. You tested my resolve, to be certain, so I have every intention of letting you get very, very close now, if you'd like."
"Now who's been a perfect gentleman," Jedao murmurs after a moment, stroking the side of Iago's face, genuinely touched. "It was quite both, I think." A few more kisses, a moment nuzzling Iago's cheek.
"I like to have a man in my mouth very much," he murmurs, voice dropping half an octave, purring with the truth of it, no longer mere information, but teasing prelude. "I like when he finishes on my face, but I like even more when he finishes in my throat. I like to be allowed to tease and show off and take care of you, and I like to be used. I never choke. I'd like for you to touch my hair - as sweetly or roughly as you'd like."
He catches Iago's hand, kisses his knuckles.
"So you may experiment and continue to learn. Would you like to lie back on the bed, or sit on the edge with me kneeling on the floor?"
Even surrounded by those who speak so plainly, Iago has yet to absorb it himself. He has twenty seven years of societal nonsense to push through, and while he has never been the prudish sort, it still makes him stammer in his words.
"Sitting, I think," he eventually decides, pulling back to sit up. "And I have - a rough touch."
Jedao gives him one more kiss before sliding down to his knees.
"Wonderful," he purrs, his eyes already wide and dark with anticipation; he licks his lips, brief and genuine and hungry.
His hands reach for Iago's hips, for the fastenings of his pants, although he only nudges, rather than tugging him into place, leaving the final control with Iago even as he offers guidance. "Don't hold back," he encourages.
"Only if you promise the same," he says with a laugh.
He lets his feet land on the floor and threads his fingers experimentally
through Jedao's hair, pushing it back from his face.
He follows Jedao's guidances, unconcerned with the position they end up in
now. In an effort to blend in more, he's in blessedly loose jeans, and the
button is relatively simple to undo. He does, however, offer assistance. He
leans back, revealing a touch of scarred skin along his hips and stomach,
though he doesn't immediately offer more.
"Would you like me to be rough? Be just a little careless with my teeth?" Jedao asks, hands quickly tugging open the button and zipper, reaching inside to free Iago's cock from his underwear, giving him a few dry, rough strokes to gauge his reaction.
"No," he tells him, though it's said with an almost breathless sigh. "No, be kind to me."
He leans one hand back, propping himself up, and the other stays in Jedao's hair, gently gripping the nape of his neck for a few seconds before he loosens his grip. It's a reflexive movement, mirroring the want that is so plainly obvious now.
"Be mean to me," Jedao coos, echoing Iago's cadence with a wicked smile as he places soft, sweet kisses along the side of his cock. "Pull as much as you want. I like the pain." His breath is hot and warm and close; he kisses right under the head; his tongue flicks out and laps over the tip.
"You can make me work for it. Or you can fuck my face, hard as you like," Jedao offers, promises. Then he finally wraps his mouth around Iago in earnest, swallowing half of it in a single motion, and sucks.
One day, Iago thinks he'd like Jedao to just talk to him like that.
He's sure that, even with no touch, he could find himself in the throes of
blissful pleasure.
He shudders, swearing softly in his language, the vision of Jedao's mouth
on him almost more enticing than the heat itself. His fingers tighten in
his hair, but he allows him, for the moment, to go at his own pace. He
arches up into his mouth, remembering his sweet promises.
Jedao moans around him as Iago pushes deeper into his mouth, tongue sliding and teasing, throat relaxing to let him further in, Jedao's eyelashes fluttering half-closed in pleasure.
He really does make a beautiful portrait, and Iago can't help but admire
him like one might do to a da Vinci. Still, it makes his blood run hot and
he breathes out a moan.
"Oh you are - "
He bites his lip. "Exquisite."
But he wants more. He wants control and with permission freely given, he
doesnt have to worry about those pesky details. He just uses that grip to
push him deeper, to pull and twist and yank back.
Jedao groans deep in his throat, shudders as Iago starts taking him, but doesn't flinch even for a moment, doesn't try to pull away. As promised, he doesn't choke, no matter how deep Iago pulls his head down. His throat relaxes, flutters, gulps and swallows, teases the head of Iago's cock with his own hunger, his own need. He can't smile with his mouth but he smiles with his eyes, lashes raising again to let him meet Iago's gaze, his eyes crinkled at the corner with delight, basking and savoring in being fucked, his mouth used for Iago's pleasure.
One of his hands rests lightly on Iago's thigh, but the other slips down to his own aching cock, slowly enough to telegraph the motion, to give Iago the opportunity to forbid or encourage, as he pleases.
Jedao whines softly, wiggles - mostly from the shoulders, with Iago holding his head still - and puts the spare hand behind his back obediently, even as he lets Iago hear and feel how badly he wants it. He sits up a little on his knees, taking Iago just a little bit deeper, throat working as Jedao tries to swallow around him, to urge him on.
There's something in the way he squirms, in how he moves and begs without ever voicing a word that Iago finds absolutely enthralling. He can't keep his eyes from him.
He moves him not faster but harder, using his mouth for his own filthy sort of pleasure, and it is only a moment before he's panting his name, a soft warning for what's to come. A brief decision later and he gives him what he had asked for, spilling down his throat.
Jedao gasps and whimpers, tiny cut-off sounds fluttering and vanishing as Iago fills his throat, his core trembling slightly in sheer desperate desire. His fingers dig into Iago's thigh like he has nothing else to cling to, a muffled wail smothered in his chest as Iago comes, as he desperately fights not to finish just from that, bare toes curling behind him and tiny panting wisps of breath coming through his nose as he holds back from his climax, as ordered. He halfway feels like the orgasm happened anyway, the overwhelming rush of pleasure only deflected rather than halted, shuddering through his lungs and liver and the hot pulse in his throat, rather than his own stiff, trapped, aching cock.
He settles gradually in the lazy hazy molasses seconds afterward, even as his hips twitch faintly, hungry and helpless, his mind gone pleasantly blank, his throat slack and relaxed, his mouth still gently sucking, his awareness sunk deep in the simple physical, sensory pleasure of savoring the warm soft weight still in his mouth.
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Date: 2025-03-28 02:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-28 03:00 pm (UTC)"No."
The answer is decisive. Delivered without hesitation.
"Are you asking to continue?"
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Date: 2025-03-28 03:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-28 03:29 pm (UTC)He reaches out in gratitude, linking their fingers like adolescents, smitten and serious.
He ducks into the corridors and to the steps, finding his room with the small door attached. He lets go only to unlock it and open it into his room. It's dark for a moment until he can light the lantern, but nearly spartan in its display. His sword lies reverently on his desk, his journal open and pen nearby. His bed is meticulously made and the rug swept.
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Date: 2025-03-28 03:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-28 03:46 pm (UTC)He follows, never taking his hand from Jedao's, and when they reach his bed, he cups his face so he can kiss him soundly, laying to rest his own earlier hesitations.
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Date: 2025-03-28 04:20 pm (UTC)"How would you like me, darlin?" Jedao asks, with a little bit of that odd hick twang that seeps into his voice at emotional moments.
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Date: 2025-03-28 04:30 pm (UTC)It's endearing in a way that seems strange to him, but he's far too lost in his own head to question it. He leans into the kiss, following him down to the bed, bracing himself up with his hands.
How would you like me, he asks and Iago has a thousand ideas, spurred on by brief flashes of breach knowledge and the Cat King's lessons on pain. He has his own lived experiences, both exciting romps on the Barge and fleeting moments of rather unremarkable sex in his marital bed. But he still doesn't know how to answer.
"I am still learning that," he admits against his kiss, honest before he can stop himself. "Tell me what you like and we can settle in the middle."
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Date: 2025-03-28 04:52 pm (UTC)"But it's a bit early in the morning to be demanding anything elaborate." And a bit early in their courtship, too. "You didn't let me get too close to tasting you, last night. Was that a general preference, or just because we were out in the open?"
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Date: 2025-03-28 04:58 pm (UTC)He shakes his head. A no to both questions, even as he lowers himself down onto his elbows to kiss him again.
"I wasn't certain if it was what you wanted or if it was what the influence wanted. You tested my resolve, to be certain, so I have every intention of letting you get very, very close now, if you'd like."
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Date: 2025-03-28 05:14 pm (UTC)"I like to have a man in my mouth very much," he murmurs, voice dropping half an octave, purring with the truth of it, no longer mere information, but teasing prelude. "I like when he finishes on my face, but I like even more when he finishes in my throat. I like to be allowed to tease and show off and take care of you, and I like to be used. I never choke. I'd like for you to touch my hair - as sweetly or roughly as you'd like."
He catches Iago's hand, kisses his knuckles.
"So you may experiment and continue to learn. Would you like to lie back on the bed, or sit on the edge with me kneeling on the floor?"
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Date: 2025-03-28 05:19 pm (UTC)"Sitting, I think," he eventually decides, pulling back to sit up. "And I have - a rough touch."
That he knows about himself intimately.
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Date: 2025-03-28 05:28 pm (UTC)"Wonderful," he purrs, his eyes already wide and dark with anticipation; he licks his lips, brief and genuine and hungry.
His hands reach for Iago's hips, for the fastenings of his pants, although he only nudges, rather than tugging him into place, leaving the final control with Iago even as he offers guidance. "Don't hold back," he encourages.
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Date: 2025-03-28 05:36 pm (UTC)"Only if you promise the same," he says with a laugh.
He lets his feet land on the floor and threads his fingers experimentally through Jedao's hair, pushing it back from his face.
He follows Jedao's guidances, unconcerned with the position they end up in now. In an effort to blend in more, he's in blessedly loose jeans, and the button is relatively simple to undo. He does, however, offer assistance. He leans back, revealing a touch of scarred skin along his hips and stomach, though he doesn't immediately offer more.
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Date: 2025-03-28 05:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-28 05:48 pm (UTC)He leans one hand back, propping himself up, and the other stays in Jedao's hair, gently gripping the nape of his neck for a few seconds before he loosens his grip. It's a reflexive movement, mirroring the want that is so plainly obvious now.
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Date: 2025-03-28 05:59 pm (UTC)"You can make me work for it. Or you can fuck my face, hard as you like," Jedao offers, promises. Then he finally wraps his mouth around Iago in earnest, swallowing half of it in a single motion, and sucks.
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Date: 2025-03-28 06:04 pm (UTC)One day, Iago thinks he'd like Jedao to just talk to him like that. He's sure that, even with no touch, he could find himself in the throes of blissful pleasure.
He shudders, swearing softly in his language, the vision of Jedao's mouth on him almost more enticing than the heat itself. His fingers tighten in his hair, but he allows him, for the moment, to go at his own pace. He arches up into his mouth, remembering his sweet promises.
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Date: 2025-03-28 06:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-28 06:29 pm (UTC)He really does make a beautiful portrait, and Iago can't help but admire him like one might do to a da Vinci. Still, it makes his blood run hot and he breathes out a moan.
"Oh you are - "
He bites his lip. "Exquisite."
But he wants more. He wants control and with permission freely given, he doesnt have to worry about those pesky details. He just uses that grip to push him deeper, to pull and twist and yank back.
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Date: 2025-03-28 06:36 pm (UTC)One of his hands rests lightly on Iago's thigh, but the other slips down to his own aching cock, slowly enough to telegraph the motion, to give Iago the opportunity to forbid or encourage, as he pleases.
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Date: 2025-03-28 07:00 pm (UTC)Theres so much communication, so many words, in that one look, and Iago closes his eyes, just briefly, as pleasure pools in his belly.
He breathes out, his hand moving faster as he catches sight of Jedao's own.
"Don't," he demands in a rumble of a purr. "Don't finish yourself. Leave that for me."
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Date: 2025-03-28 07:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-28 07:34 pm (UTC)He moves him not faster but harder, using his mouth for his own filthy sort of pleasure, and it is only a moment before he's panting his name, a soft warning for what's to come. A brief decision later and he gives him what he had asked for, spilling down his throat.
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Date: 2025-03-28 07:54 pm (UTC)He settles gradually in the lazy hazy molasses seconds afterward, even as his hips twitch faintly, hungry and helpless, his mind gone pleasantly blank, his throat slack and relaxed, his mouth still gently sucking, his awareness sunk deep in the simple physical, sensory pleasure of savoring the warm soft weight still in his mouth.
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