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It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it. Masterpost for Dragon Age Veilguard AU overflow + psls

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From:

the_other_dellamorte

Illario whines, achingly empty and desperate when Jim's fingers pull free all at once, leaving him hollow: body and soul waiting to be filled, bereft of the man that he needs so desperately. He hears the apologies, soft, sweet words from Jim's lips, and he tries to catch each one with his own, needing them inside him just as he needs every other part of Jim.

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.

From:

smartass_captain

"None of this works without you, Bello." Jim murmurs in a voice so tight it's difficult to make out while he steadies himself. It's agony when Illario is already moving so Jim's fingers clench a little harder on those lithe hips. He takes a shuddering breath. "Look at me. I love you. I love you and I need you like I need air to breathe. Everything we d-do here, I am doing because of that. Your body is just...ngh~ Just one aspect of you I adore."

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..."

From:

the_other_dellamorte

Men will tell you they love you when they fuck you and it means nothing. It's a lesson Illario learned when he started his training. They love your ass, they love they that a pretty thing has given them the time of day, they love the validation. But Jim isn't one of those people. Jim isn't a man like that. Even with the aphrodisiac humming in his veins, enough of his own sense remains to take it to heart.

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.