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.
"Of course, bello. I wouldn't know how to stop even if I wanted to." Jim promises, nosing his way to kiss down Illario's neck as he does so.
He loses track of time here, but not in a second of Illario's debauched pleasure.
Stroking the man through another orgasm while Jim recovers. Grinding against the man's thighs until Jim's fully hard again and then plunging back into Illario once more. This time he tries to drag it out. To hold off from his own orgasm as long as he can no matter how many times Illario falls to pieces beneath him. Until they're both filthy and exhausted as Jim comes messily at the last. He nearly faints at the tail end of his orgasm for just a second or two but catches himself at the last.
Everything Illario has begged of him this whole spell Jim has given. He barely has the strength to slip free and flop over on the bed next to his lover now. Jim wants to haul himself up to clean them but even the prospect of moving feels like asking him to move mountains.
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)
Jim's hand snakes out from underneath him and closes around Illario's wrist, tugging him to lay back down next to Jim so the Warden can wrap him up in his arms. Sweaty, filthy or no.
"You've gotta be...even more spent and sore than I am...if anyone should be giving massages..." He mumbles into the Antivan's olive skin. Brushes the other's shoulder with gentle kisses in between thoughts. "We either take a nap filthy like this...or we haul ourselves down for a bath and Then nap."
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."
"Hate t'break it to you but it's already pretty filthy..." Jim murmurs. They've been at it for a while now. Enough that they're both spent entirely. Jim lets himself indulge in snuggling close for a few seconds more. Enjoying the heat and weight of Illario's limbs around him until the other's whining crumbles his resolve like wet tissue paper.
"Alright...c'mon. The bath will help ease your aches..." That's ultimately the deal sealer. Pampering Illario after the exertion he'd put his body through with the potion of his over the last couple hours.
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..."
Jim groans long and low at the last. He scrubs a hand down his face but bends to grab them both up some smallclothes at least to wear once they've gotten clean.
"No more sex until th'morning at the earliest. We're gonna clean Up, nap, and get something to eat before anyone does Anything else carnal to th'other."
HIs self control can in fact be eroded fairly easily but the intent is there to be chaste right now. He wants to take care of Illario.
"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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Date: 2025-06-22 07:34 pm (UTC)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."
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Date: 2025-06-23 07:40 am (UTC)He loses track of time here, but not in a second of Illario's debauched pleasure.
Stroking the man through another orgasm while Jim recovers. Grinding against the man's thighs until Jim's fully hard again and then plunging back into Illario once more. This time he tries to drag it out. To hold off from his own orgasm as long as he can no matter how many times Illario falls to pieces beneath him. Until they're both filthy and exhausted as Jim comes messily at the last. He nearly faints at the tail end of his orgasm for just a second or two but catches himself at the last.
Everything Illario has begged of him this whole spell Jim has given. He barely has the strength to slip free and flop over on the bed next to his lover now. Jim wants to haul himself up to clean them but even the prospect of moving feels like asking him to move mountains.
"Fucking...hell..."
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Date: 2025-06-23 09:47 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2025-06-25 02:13 am (UTC)Jim's hand snakes out from underneath him and closes around Illario's wrist, tugging him to lay back down next to Jim so the Warden can wrap him up in his arms. Sweaty, filthy or no.
"You've gotta be...even more spent and sore than I am...if anyone should be giving massages..." He mumbles into the Antivan's olive skin. Brushes the other's shoulder with gentle kisses in between thoughts. "We either take a nap filthy like this...or we haul ourselves down for a bath and Then nap."
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Date: 2025-06-25 12:53 pm (UTC)"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."
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Date: 2025-06-26 03:48 pm (UTC)"Alright...c'mon. The bath will help ease your aches..." That's ultimately the deal sealer. Pampering Illario after the exertion he'd put his body through with the potion of his over the last couple hours.
"Are you feeling more yourself again...?"
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Date: 2025-06-26 04:16 pm (UTC)"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..."
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Date: 2025-06-26 04:22 pm (UTC)"No more sex until th'morning at the earliest. We're gonna clean Up, nap, and get something to eat before anyone does Anything else carnal to th'other."
HIs self control can in fact be eroded fairly easily but the intent is there to be chaste right now. He wants to take care of Illario.
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Date: 2025-06-26 09:05 pm (UTC)"Lets go and clean up. And you can kook after me."