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[knowmyplace]

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He slides his hands up from her calves to her thighs, though he sits up straighter to help her with her shirt. "Such fine material," he mutters, running his fingers along the fabric. Shifting closer, he starts to unbutton it with one hand while the other runs along her jaw to try and invite her for a kiss.

[weirdnecro]

Her reply was a soft murmur of agreement. She might have spoken of the fine cotton and even of its history, but Sokie had other things on her mind.

His fingers running over her covered legs, for a start. And the touch of his hand against her face.

Sokie moved with his touch, and kissed him. Despite the previous spice in her speech, she was soft and undemanding with her kiss.

But Sokie may have been distracted in pulling her shirt off her shoulders, and away from her body. It exposed that despite the fine material, that had been the only piece of clothing she wore on top.

[knowmyplace]

Everything that Iago does is calculated and precise. But even he, a man of such schooled expressions and tight emotions, can't help but pull back to admire what the cloth reveals. "Ever forward," he remarks and, from the perfect vantage point of being on his knees, he can worship each bit of exposed skin with a kiss here or there, a playful bite against shoulder or ribs.

[weirdnecro]

She laughed quietly. Sokie found herself amused, even as her hand drifted down, stroking his cheek.

"Quite." Her voice was playful. Her breath caught though as she felt his lips and teeth glide over her skin. "Would you prefer I was a shy blushing maiden?"

Sokie squirmed happily where she sat, her hand moving away from his face to grip at his shoulders. She clearly didn't want him to drift too far away. Not yet.

[knowmyplace]

"Is that the part you would play?" he wonders, taking her hint and pulling himself up to kiss her again. He breaks away only to slip out of his own shirt, then he's back with her. He slides his arms around her waist, pressing skin to skin as he closes the gap between them.

[weirdnecro]

"Oh, absolutely not." She would have laughed, but the kiss smothered it.She was more interested in tasting his mouth then, and letting her fingers run over his shoulders and back, letting their skin rub against each other.

Some clarification could wait until they finished their kiss.

[knowmyplace]

Iago gently trails his fingers along her jaw, gently pushing her down onto the bed as he moves the kiss to her neck.

"Then what role do you play?"

[weirdnecro]

"Mm, well..."

She moved back onto the bed, scooting backwards so she was laying more on the sheets.

"Excited partner?" Sokie offered, offering her neck as her hands moved to touch his pants.

[knowmyplace]

His linen trousers are cinched with a belt, tight against his waist, but lets her touch and anything else she'd like.

"Excited partner," he all but purrs, his mouth on her again, down her chest and pressing kisses against her stomach. "I suppose that is a role we both can play, hm?"

[weirdnecro]

"Mmhmm. Happily." Sokie agreed, her fingers fumbling as she made to undo it, and see about pulling it, and his pants, out of the way.

Hers were still there, but they could deal with that very, very soon. Especially because her hips were already moving up in invitation.

[knowmyplace]

Iago isn't one to tease, not at a first - meeting. But he is one to admire, so once he's bare, he's not going to let her suffer for long. His hands slide along her hips, catching in her pants, drawing them down so he can take in every inch of her.

"Christ..." he breathes out once he can see her fully. "You are a gorgeous one."

[weirdnecro]

"Thank you signore. You're quite the beautiful man yourself."

She was happy to be admired. In fact, she took a moment to stretch, arms moving above her head before she relaxed- and made to draw him in with her hands on his arms. She needed to kiss his arms, his chest, and if he let her, work her way down.

[knowmyplace]

He knows.

But he can feign humility when the situation calls for it, and this situation more than does. He moves to the side, letting her take the reigns if she wants, letting her kiss where she'd prefer.

"Now, now, don't stop there," he urges gently.

[weirdnecro]

He's charming, grace, and just as lovely as anything. She laughs against his skin, nuzzling him once before going for her prize.

Thighs needed to be kissed with reverence before she started to kiss and lick his cock, nuzzling him before moving to take him into her mouth.

[knowmyplace]

He's already half hard when her mouth meets sensitive skin, and he only groans openly as she only pushes him farther. His hands go to her hair, gently twisting the strands between his fingers. "Christ," he swears again. "What sweet torment you give."

[weirdnecro]

Sokie offered a gentle hum, and a slow curl of satisfaction from her eyes and lips. Making him curse, as soft as it was, pleased her.

But her eyes soon closed, and she started to bob her head, sweet and slow. It was a torment but...she would speed up, suck harder, soon enough. All to please him.

Amongst other things.

[knowmyplace]

His fingers tighten in her hair, tangling between his fingers, letting her set the pace for the moment. He can't help as he rocks up into her, just a little. Rapturously intense, he watches her, murmuring soft words of encouragement.

"Just like that..." he mutters, though he's conscious not to lose himself completely. He wants to enjoy her in turn, after all.

[weirdnecro]

She doesn't mind his rocking up. Not in the least. She moves with him, a soft moan in her throat.

She didn't push too hard, try to take him too fast. She was enjoying the experience, the taste of him on her tongue, how he slid in her mouth.

This was only meant to whet his appetite. They'd move onto other things very soon. She'd insist on it.

[knowmyplace]

He swallows back another moan, shameless but not so much, and grips her hair tighter. He lets out a breath, heels digging into the bed.

"Ah, any more and we will both regret it. You have a delightful way about you..."

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[countthecats]

The Cat King has his priorities straight. When he gets his human form back, he doesn't make some dramatic network announcement to show himself off (though that might come later). He doesn't even visit Edwin first. Instead, he shows up outside Iago's door, scratching at it impatiently with a meow.

By the time Iago answers, there's a man standing there, lounging against the doorframe, curly blond hair artfully tousled, bare-chested in a silk robe and pants. His rakish grin is accentuated by a scar just over the left corner of his full lips, and his eyes are all gold with slit pupils - no whites showing.

"Hello, Iago." The voice is unmistakably his own.

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[knowmyplace]

He opens the door, taking in the look of him, the way he sits and the scar so strangely familiar.

The voice seals it.

"Oh. Your majesty." And he sweeps down into a playful bow.

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[countthecats]

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.

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[knowmyplace]

He looks up to him with an almost wicked smile.

"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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[countthecats]

"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.

"Well? Are you going to invite me inside?"

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[knowmyplace]

And what a view it is. Iago stares appreciately, glad that the Admiral had seen fit to give him back such an exquisite form.

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."