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smartass_captainIt's a tough job, but someone's got to do it. Masterpost for Dragon Age Veilguard AU overflow + psls
smartass_captainIt's a tough job, but someone's got to do it. Masterpost for Dragon Age Veilguard AU overflow + psls
smartass_captainIt's a tough job, but someone's got to do it. Masterpost for Dragon Age Veilguard AU overflow + psls
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Jim Kirk
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Date: 2025-06-04 09:37 pm (UTC)Jim likes being over him. Likes it when Illario rides him. Likes it when Illario fucks him in turn, and he wants that, all of that. Just the words make Illario's body shudder in pleasure; his skin hot where they touch, his heart hammering hard in his chest. All he wants is for them to press together, head to toe, for Jim to touch him everywhere, claim him utterly.
He is about to say so, but before the words leave his lips Jim's fingers stroke across Illario's chest, guiding his nipple to a point and Illario groans, head tipping back. Then, unable to help himself, his own hand slips up to his other nipple, copying the teasing touch.
"You're so good," he purrs, his hand guiding down, over the taut muscle of his ribs, down to his belly, Illario's gaze hazy with want. He enjoys letting Jim touch him where and when he wants, getting more and more wound up with every passing second. He can't help but squirm, hole twitching.
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Date: 2025-06-06 01:55 am (UTC)"I'm not going to share you and I'm not letting you go."
It's a vow as earnest as any mission Jim's taken on. Spoken with just as much conviction. He'd fight Illario's family himself if he had to.
"Hand me the scented oil, would you? I'm going to make you feel so good."
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Date: 2025-06-06 06:47 am (UTC)He's still too turned on to feel any real shame, thankfully, but the words that Jim murmurs into his ear make Illario whimper anew- not because of pleasure or pain, but something embarrassingly grateful. Seen, understood, wanted, kept.
He spreads his legs, giving Jim room, access, looking at him like he hung the moon and the stars. He wants this man to have him. Needs to give himself to him, belong.
"Please, bello," he syas, the edge of begging beginning as he reaches blindly for the oil on the shelf behind the couch,fungers curling around it. He doesn't tear his gaze away from Jim, too enamoured to even consider looking elsewhere.
"I want you. Just you." He begins in a soft mantra, his free hand moving into Jim's hair like it so often does, sliding through the length, and then pulling him into a kiss, parting his lips like he parted his thighs and inviting Jim in.
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Date: 2025-06-06 09:07 pm (UTC)"Mmmm~" Jim hums in pleasure where he's mouthing just beneath Illario's ear when the oil is handed into his palm. "Thank you. Here we go..." Jim slicks up a few of his fingers before setting the jar out of the way next to them. His free hand closes on one of Illario's thighs. His thumb strokes over the trembling limb in as soothing a motion as he can give. What little bit of Illario's potion Jim's tasted and honestly just the man's eagerness is swiftly dragging Jim into a heady lust right along with the Antivan.
He bends down to meet Illario's kiss, then gladly takes the invitation to lick deeper into the man's mouth. Jim kisses his partner like he needs to do so to breathe. Steals the very air from the other's lungs as his slick fingers circle Illario's twitching hole just once. Just to hear him make more of those hungry, needy sounds. It's as long as Jim can resist before he earnestly works to start fingering his love loose.
"I adore touching you..." Jim murmurs against Illario's lips. "I'm yours, bello. No one else's."
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Date: 2025-06-06 09:39 pm (UTC)The spot just below his ear is such a sensitive one, making him laugh softly as Jim's lips brush against it, making him wriggle even before the other man's hand even gets to his thigh. While he still moves with all that grace and elegance of an Antivan Crow, there's a desperate wild air to his movements too.
Especially when Jim's fingers find his hole and Illario groans happily, his arms folding around Jim's shoulders.
"I need you inside me, bello. I need you so deep I don't know where you end and I begin. Please." He says as he grinds against Jim's fingers, so close and so big, so ready to fill up every empty part of him.
"Fuck me. I want to be yours."
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Date: 2025-06-07 06:46 pm (UTC)With Illario clinging to his shoulders, Jim tips his head to give him better access to the Antivan's lovely neck. He mouths hot, hungry kisses down the trail of tanned skin as far as he can reach from this angle. All the while his touch grow bolder. Working Illario open little by little. It's easier once Jim can tease two fingers inside. Once he can actually get a rhythm going, really start pumping them in and out of his lover just the way Illario wants.
"You're gorgeous, Bello." Jim murmurs. "So graceful even like this..."
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Date: 2025-06-07 07:34 pm (UTC)"You won't hurt me. I trust you. You don't need to wait." He begs, mind sinking low into that desire, the only thing he needs is Jim. He doesn't care how. He just wants and the noise he makes is base, animalistic.
His body moves with Jim, rocking himself in pace with the other man's fingers, riding them with his head tipped back to give Jim access to his throat, his cock already fat and full and lifted in the small space between them.
"Ecco fatto, ecco fatto amore-" Illario moans, Common beginning to fail him.
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Date: 2025-06-09 06:13 pm (UTC)"Questo è solo il primo..." He whispers in time with the thrust of his fingers and the stroke of his palm over Illario's rock-hard cock. "Unless you try to hold out on me..."
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Date: 2025-06-09 06:44 pm (UTC)"Amore, bello, vita moi, I need-" he groans, the words becoming a sharp moan when Jim's teeth catch his throat and a shudder runs through him, unable to suppress it.
"Il primo?" Illario whines, thrusting back onto Jim's fingers and then into his hand, his breathing fast, his cock already leaking and those trembles mark him being embarrassingly close to coming already. "Ti voglio dentro di me-"
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Date: 2025-06-14 10:42 pm (UTC)"Allora finisci per me." He adds a third finger in time with his words. A small, mischievous smile curls across his lips.
Don't blame him for learning the games you teach him, Illario.
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Date: 2025-06-15 02:36 am (UTC)It takes a few seconds, Illario breathing hard and fast, but he doesn't stop moving, shivering and shifting between Jim's hands, a little bit lost in the pleasure, in the aftermath of that first orgasm. He looks half ruined, but he can't the way he craves Jim. And he stretches himself out under the other man, showing himself off.
"You're so good to me, amore. So good." He says, trembling fingers moving over Jim's shoulders. "You don't have to hold back. I want you, I need you to fuck me. Breed me. It's all I want."
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Date: 2025-06-16 08:33 pm (UTC)"I'll fill you up just the way you want bello. But You're going to stay on your back for me. I want you to know it's me the whole time." He murmurs the words so soft, so reassuring.
Illario's trembling fingers can feel the racing thunder of Jim's pulse. He's eager, excited. But he knows Why Illario has this and he doesn't want the other to slip into less pleasant memories in his haze.
"Raise your hips for me--there you are. Now breathe..." As steady and slow as Jim might otherwise be, he takes his cue from Illario and presses into the Antivan all at once. It's enough to make Him clench down on Illario's hips to get enough air to breathe. Illario is feverishly warm, so warm Jim wonders if he won't melt away in the other's lust.
But it feels so good.
"Sh-shit~"
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Date: 2025-06-16 09:29 pm (UTC)He wants, despite what Jim has just said, to roll over and arch himself, face down into the couch cushions and hips held up, ready, easy, eager to be mounted, his cock already filling again. But Jim says he wants him like this, and Illario just nods, obedient, accepting, even if his fingers hold tight to Jim's shoulders, clinging hard to the man he's chosen, not prepared to let anything steal Jim away.
"I'm ready, I want you-" He repeats, lifting his hips as he's asked, breathing when Jim prompts and keeping his eyes focused on Jim, gasping as the press of Jim's cock finds his hole and then with that incredible steady thrust, fills him just like Illario begged him too.
"Yes yesyesyes-" Illario groans, hips trembling even as Jim holds him, body flexing around Jim, stretching readily for him, hot and wet and so keen for him, so much so that Illario's hips are already beginning to move, eager for everything Jim is willing to give him, eager to show his lover how good he can be for him.
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Date: 2025-06-18 01:10 pm (UTC)Has to say it now. Hopes it feels as good as a touch to Illario as heightened as he is. Because Jim knows he won't have the breath or the brains to say much of anything soon.
"This part...is for you." Jim bends down and kisses his lover. His hips draw back. Until he's nearly free. Feeling how Illario's body spasms around him, trying to keep him there. Jim rocks back in with another swift thrust and groans long and low into Illario's mouth. "B...alliamo insieme, bello..."
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Date: 2025-06-18 04:41 pm (UTC)Jim loves him.
Jim Kirk loves him.
He might have died and found himself in the Golden City as happiness rushes through him. Not bliss, not orgasmic ppleasure, but something that he has never heard and believed before now. Jim is kissing the breath from him, distracting Illario from the thrust of the other man's hips, and from the hot tears that run down his cheeks, unchecked and ablut to ruin the kohl around his eyes and the gold dust on his cheekbones.
Why it hits him so hard he doesn't know, but he buries his face as best as he can in Jim's shoulder and clings tightly, trying to hide those tears.