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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2025-02-07 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
bloody hells Fenris I am at WORK are you trying to end me in retribution??????
I

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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2025-02-07 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
first of all: YES

you DEGENERATE

DEPLORABLE

INCORRIGIBLE
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2025-02-07 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
utterly impossible knave that had better be laying on my bed the moment I get home tonight ready to do exactly that
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2025-02-07 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
IF YOU TAKE AWAY MY PHONE YOU REALIZE YOU CANNOT FLUSTER ME LIKE THIS
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2025-02-11 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
[You know, he really won't miss his phone if that's what this boils down to, he's starting to suspect.

Will that make this a punishment still?

....EH.

He won't bring that up if Fenris certainly isn't. Punishment is such a subjective concept, anyway. Swooning eye of the beholder and all that.
]

WHY YES. I AM.

howthoughtfulofyoutoask
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2025-02-11 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
and whilst there is a great deal the unwashed masses will endure for the sake of hierarchical piety, waltzing in on my next case with a stiff cock and a hunger for your parted legs held front and center might

but do you really think I'll ever let my guard down enough to let you? You've been training me to always be prepared for danger, after all.
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2025-02-11 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not so pitifully endowed as that.

[Isn't actually enough of a truth to ruin Fenris' suggestion, but like hells is he admitting that.]

Tell you, and give away my grand plan, thus rendering me helpless against your assault? I don't bloody think so sweetheart. No no no, you're going to have to wait and find out and hope that I don't turn the tables on you just to leave you panting with a watering mouth and an aching jaw the way you damned well deserve.
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2025-02-11 12:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[It takes so long for him to respond. Hells' Teeth, there isn't any doubt as to why, either. Not after a message like that. Not when he's been flush to the core for more than fifteen minutes in a row, stiff through his joints right to the tips of his thumbs.

Thumbs that— after having retreated into his own private office— set to typing yet again.
]

In a straight fight against you?

Not yet.
[Possibly not ever.] But under less formal circumstances....? Like all those times I corner you in a smoky little backroom after one too many shots just to set my tongue along your neck and hear you groan, or let you watch as I let some buckish noble sate himself across my lap with your own table scraps, thinking they've made a feast of my skin, my mouth, my roaming, listless touch- not knowing how much more I give you at a glance, unpromted....

well

I'd argue there, we're even.
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2025-02-25 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[He's sweating.

Middle of the day, artificially cooled environment, scant more than a middling layer of clothing on (perhaps less by the time this conversation is over), and he's sweating. Light dusting of condensation prickling up the back of his neck under tied-up silver curls, indicative of what he's thinking of— where he's thinking of being, and it's the farthest thing away from here, completing the accusations his father and attached stewards always scoffed his way. And you know, he doesn't mind it. Doesn't feel like considering anything but the smooth, hot memory of a wanton throat and a hungry tongue unfurled along the underside of him, curling and lathing and gagging while green eyes run dark, glazing over in thick shadow. All barely hidden behind some half-wall in the servant's quarters: a fearsome guardian on his knees, savoring scent and sight and suckled sweetness and the brush of pale, fine fingers just around his chin—

Astarion swallows hard as his fingertips push against plastic keys.
]

You really think you could last that long, old man?
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2025-02-28 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
I've grown since we first met. [Tries to bypass the unclaimed truth in that exchange that they both know he can't argue against without lying— and pitifully at that. 'I was only flattering you' 'I was faking to entice you more'— please. Leave that peddled nonsense where it belongs with Petras and Violet: Astarion knows better.

And really, there's no shame in it. The reminder of being rut nine ways to the Hells themselves is something that most people would quite literally die for. And whilst the memory no doubt ringing hot and mouth-wateringly heavy in the back of Fenris' mind right now is of some whimpering, velveteen princeling shaking with sweat beneath his shadow, barely able to swallow around the sound of his groaned out name in vulgar repetition, Astarion knows what it is about him that appeals to Fenris' nature. Not the image of obedient docility, or good temperament, or fine breeding. (It's not even the little curl before his right ear that won't sit straight like the other one.) It's that he approaches this like he approaches anything in life that happens to fall into his lap:

He owns it.
]

Was it you or I that didn't complain to stay hidden on his knees at Duchess Marizana's forty fifth birthday when the room we were enjoying was suddenly co-opted as a smoking den?

Who didn't mind having his ears toyed with or his mouth full whilst I had to nod along to some old cock's idea of a good story and pretend I wasn't half a step from spilling down your throat.


[His fingertips alight across his collar, scuffing loosely over nothing, only entertaining second after second of roaming friction as if it weren't his own.]

Or was I simply dreaming?

I've had you so many times in public that it's hard to remember.
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2025-02-28 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
Why should I ever have to choose? They're my chambers— my word is practically law to anyone that hears it. [How badly does he wish Fenris was here? Bad enough to order it— send a runner home and fetch the only thing he can't stop thinking of right now (can't stop picturing on loop as his eyes retrace each concupiscent word, saturated with their impress; a shiver up his spine, an ache along his hips pantomiming sensation that he wishes he was feeling, stretched to the limits of his senses if not his own damned body)— stayed by the fact that he's grown too close to ever bandy about orders when it comes to Danarius' former charge.

But he would, if circumstances were different. If he didn't have restraint, no matter how thin the percentiles.
]

I should strip you bare and see how flexible you are, if we're going to be shameless in this. Let you ride what you can't get enough of while you try to prise me open for you, as if you'll know what to do with a full belly and strained arms and fingers that can only beckon for their supper.

[An eyelet snakes around his finger, tugging back.]

How naked are you right now?
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2025-03-30 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
You interrupt my workday, threaten to take away my phone, worked my prick up to a frenzy and still expect me to limit myself to choosing according to your rules?

You've such cheek to you, you dogged thing.

I'll test that flexibility myself.

Tie yourself to the bed for me. One wrist. Naked or clothed I don't care so long as you're readied to be taken, and I do mean ready: wash yourself properly, use my oils. I already know you won't show proof, but when I call in ill and return home to shut myself away in my room before midday, I expect to be able to tell how thorough you've been.
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2025-03-30 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
But if you have done well, then cross my wicked little heart I give you my word I'll turn over my phone and take up sucking you off for as long as you can take it whilst letting you use any toy you please on me— provided you think you're skilled enough to do it one-handed.

You know, if that flexibility of yours is worth entertaining.
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2025-03-31 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Oof, that shudder. The one that rockets through him like a feverflare, smouldering in rings around his throat beneath the layers of dressed finery still on him, chest heavy when he breathes out hard.

Not in a courtroom yet, thank the gods and Maker, all, but already on his way: and if nothing else it'll sell the idea of illness when he at last strides in (and out) to take his leave. (For now, they've time for one last bout of foreplay— he's already late, anyway. Three more minutes won't kill anyone.

....well.

Aside from the man on trial, slated for the noose.)
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You can use anything on me you please, provided you can actually reach.

But personal experience is right, you know. I just had someone else on my mind at the time. A handsome, difficult old cur who couldn't help but rile every time I prowled near. Couldn't bury the way he went hard with my breath on his neck, or my palm sunk hot between his hips, oil slick and ready to work him open if he'd only ask.

Or in this case, ready to cuff himself to my bed.

Wait for me.

I won't be long.

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