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

Date: 2025-06-22 07:34 pm (UTC)
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Jim is not the only one lightheaded and breathless, Illario is just as ruined, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow movements, the sweat shimmering like diamonds on his skin. Even if his cock is beginning to stir again, the rest of his body still melts into the sofa, and when Jim cradles him, into Jim.

There's part of him that wants to cling, to bury his face in Jim's shoulder and beg him non lasciarmi mai but instead he shakes his head, that needy urge inside him pushed down. Jim's got him. Jim isn't going anywhere.

"Penso che mi hai rovinato-" He tries to say, taking a couple of attempts around his breathing and then his laughter, feeling heat dance up his face, curling himself closer still as Jim's hand strokes him and that laughter becomes a low groan as his cock reacts, filling out and beginning to stand proud again, unable to deny how good it feels.

And he does feel good. Safe. Jim protective above him, kissing him, holding him, those gorgeous eyes intent on him and- filthy as it is- Jim's come thick inside him and between his thighs. He lifts his hips a little higher, clenches tight, not to lose any more, wanting to keep it all for himself.

"Just make love to me. That's all I want."

Date: 2025-06-23 09:47 am (UTC)
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With that last intense orgasm, Illario collapses back into the sheets, utterly spent. He doesn't know who he is, where he is, just that it feels so good, so incredibly good. Floating somewhere in the Fade, he doesn't think he's known who he was since Jim bent him over and went to town on him, and even now he's not quite himself.

And then his partner tumbles into the sheets next to him, and Illario groans with soft agreement to the other man's expression.

He has to catch his breath and rememeber how to move before he's shifting, sore but sated, to rub his fingers into Jim's back. Gentle circles, easing sore muscles gradually coming back down from his high.

"That was... more intense than I'm used to."
Edited (Stupid fat fingers ) Date: 2025-06-23 09:53 am (UTC)

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Date: 2025-06-25 12:53 pm (UTC)
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The tug makes him groan, a last lingering sensation from the aphrodisiac as he's manhandled, even lightly. But he has no energy left, no desires left unsated and so he lets his arm drop when Jim releases him, snakes his arm around Jim's shoulder to pet his hair. Soft, close, perfect. All the things his bello amore is.

"We're going to make the bed filthy. And we have to sleep in it." He protests, with a petulant little noise. And then he sighs.

"We both need a bath. We'll thank ourselves later if we do."

Date: 2025-06-26 04:16 pm (UTC)
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Illario just groans- sleeping in a bed that smells like sex is well and good, but sleeping in a bed that is literally dripping with it is something else entirely. Still, he does want to be clean and he wants the gentle intimacy of bathing with Jim.

"I don't think I know what I feel like. But I certainly know what you feel like." Illario says with a soft noise of protest as he moves and certain parts of him feels very much full still.

But he does sit up, and instead of bothering with clothes, he just wraps the think sheet around himself, content with that.

"If you play with my hair I can't promise I won't find some last minute reserves..."

Date: 2025-06-26 09:05 pm (UTC)
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"I won't hold you to that." Illario replies, but he does hold back something of a whimper as he bends to pull another hair ribbon from the drawer. The brush is all the way over there and he doesn't want to move that much. So he combs his hair through with his fingers and then puts it up in the habitual bun.

"Lets go and clean up. And you can kook after me."

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