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Not the First Time, But Not like This
The faint sting of chili peppers clung to their lips as they pressed him against the wall and snaked their tongue out to meet his appreciative moan. Deft fingers gripped their armor and pulled them closer. Taash, more than happy to oblige leaned over to press a searing kiss to the ridge of his collarbone before dragging their teeth upward to tug non-too gently on the sharp point of his ear. He smelled of cheap liquor and tobacco smoke from their night spent at the Hilt, with something sweeter and more enticing lingering at the edges. The growing pang of desire spiked and filled their nostrils as Taash aimed their next bite at the curve of his throat.
“Gods, Taash,” he breathed, arching his back from the wall with a lewd moan. “You’re gonna leave marks if you keep doing that,” he said. The quiet chuckle that followed cut short by a firm press of Taash’s lips
“That’s the point,” They replied, nearly losing their control at the sight of Rook’s pupils blown wide with desire. “You’re mine.”
They pushed him against the wall once more and hooked a finger behind the top button of his shirt. The thread easily gave way and the button went skittering to the ground, instantly forgotten. Taash pulled the dark silk shirt from the waistband of his trousers and tore it off over his head. A proud smirk settled on their lips before they lavished his chest with slow slides of their tongue and teeth in equal supply. They paused on his left nipple, just below the dark crow tattoo that reached up nearly to his shoulder. They took the hardened nub between their teeth, drawing out a startled cry that quickly dropped into a low moan as Taash soothed the bite with a languid pass of their tongue.
“My little bird,” Taash teased, taking hold of his hips in a grip that was sure to leave a mark. They kept one hand firmly on his hip while moving the other to ever increasing bulge at the front of his trousers. “You smell so fucking good.”
“I try,” he replied, grinding his hips forward towards their touch even as he laughed. “You have too many clothes on,” he added as he turned his attention to the myriad of knots holding together Taash’s armor. “Did you add more knots to this?” he grumbled, scrunching his nose in concentration.
Taash swatted away his fretting hands and easily untied the knots, letting the heavy pauldron fall from their shoulder. “You’re drunk,” they said, meticulously removing the rest of the knot-work before slouching out of their linen shirt.
“Tipsy at most,” he insisted, reaching up to take hold of the back of their neck to pull Taash down into a kiss.
Taash pulled back slightly as his hands found their way to their breasts. With a growl they pressed him to the wall with their hips, easily taking hold of his wrists to pin them above his head. “Good,” the growled close to his ear. “Because I want to fuck you tonight.”
Taash felt his entire body shiver and his hips pressed forward towards theirs. “Well, yeah…thought that was the idea,” he chuckled, leaning his head back to allow them better access to his throat.
Another growl sounded deep in their throat as they moved a hand to grip his ass. “I mean I want to fuck you,” they said, giving his ass a squeeze that bordered on painful.
“Oh,” he moaned, his eyes snapping open. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” Taash growled, moving their knee up to move apart his legs. “You good with that?”
There was a slight pause that made Taash think this might be a step too far. All of their previous nighttime meetings were heated kisses and wandering hands; usually followed by not so wandering mouths. The warm night air and the smell of his desire in their nostrils spurred Taash on. They firmly pressed their thigh up between his legs and slid a hand beneath the waistband of his trousers to give his ass another pointed squeeze.
“I, uh, how exactly were you, um planning to…” Rook stammered, shamelessly grinding against Taash’s thigh.
“I’ve got something I can wear,” They replied, delighting in the flash of red across Rook’s face.
“Right, yeah, of course,” he said, slumping against the wall as Taash let go of his wrists.
“That a yes?” Taash asked as they leveled him with an excited grin.
He cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah, I mean, yes.”
Taash pulled him into a kiss that ended with his bottom lip between their teeth. “Don’t worry. We can stop if it’s too much.”
They let their hands fall from his sides as they turned to rummage through the trunk beside their bed. “Now take your trousers off.”
“Aye, aye, Captain,” he replied, nervousness clinging to his laugh.
He fumbled with the clasps on his boots, finally kicking aside the offending footwear before sliding his dark trousers down over his slim hips. Taash watched with an appreciative growl, taking in every inch of his lithe body with fiery, possessive eyes. They pulled the mess of straps and buckles from the trunk before riding themselves of their own trousers. Taash pulled the harness up onto their hips and delighted in the wide-eyed stare that settled on the phallus secured at the center. They brought a small bottle of oil up to their mouth, pulling off the cork with their teeth before pouring some of cool liquid onto their fingers.
“Turn around,” They instructed. “Put your hands on the wall.”
Rook did as he was told his body giving a shudder as Taash dragged their tongue from the small of his back up to his shoulder blades. “You’ll take it slow, right?” he asked. “It’s uh, it’s been awhile since I’ve…done this.”
A sudden gasp nearly swallowed his last words as Taash slowly pressed a single digit between his pert cheeks. They moved in small, slow circles, pressing firmly against his tight insides. “Awhile?” They asked, placing their free hand on his hip to keep him steady as they started to move their finger out of him and back in again. “So you’ve done this before?”
“N-not, not this exactly,” he said, the struggle to form a coherent reply clear on his scrunched face as Taash dragged a ragged moan from his lips.
“So you’ve been with men,” They said, pushing inside with a bit more force.
“Uh, well, man,” he said. His hips moved back to meet their next thrust. “Just the one. Is that..is that okay?” he asked, his head lolling forward to hang down as he bit back another moan. “Fuck, Taash, do that again.”
“Yeah. It’s fine. You’re mine now,” Taash replied, firmly pressing in another finger with their next thrust. “Aren’t you?” They added with a growl.
“Fuck…yes,” he moaned as he moved one hand away from the wall to take hold of his hardened cock.
Taash pulled his hand away, smirking at the desperate whimper and accompanying pout it caused. They thrusted their fingers a few more times, pulling out one last time with an excruciatingly slow drag of their fingers against his inner walls. The ragged moan of their name pulled from his lips caused the fire in their belly to burn all the brighter. Taash could taste it at the back of their throat as heat built in their chest.
“On your hands and knees,” They instructed, taking hold of the phallus between their legs to cover it in the cool oil.
Rook lowered to the ground on legs that shook with the movement. Taash hovered over him, pouring the last bit of oil onto their fingers before throwing the bottle against the stone wall. They positioned themselves behind him and slicked his opening once more with their oil-covered fingers. The liquid felt like ice against the burn of his skin and Taash groaned at the sharp gasp it caused. Taash took hold of the arched cock and guided it towards Rook’s waiting opening.
They fought the urge to push in with one swift movement, taking what they wanted with a growl and a harsh thrust of their hips. Instead they slid in slowly, taking him one painful inch at a time. They relished in each gasp and moan as he stretched around them until they were buried to the hilt and he groaned their name with his hips lifted high in the air. Taash gave him a moment to adjust before pulling out at the same, slow pace. He curled his fingers against the hard stone floor and moved his hips to meet Taash’s next thrust with a wantonness that stoked the fire in Taash’s chest to the point of bursting.
“Fuck, Taash, faster,” Rook whined as he reached up once more to try to take hold of his own cock, which hung heavy and unattended between his thighs.
Taash took hold of his shoulder and heaved him up to sitting. They pushed his hand away once more and moved their hips to burying the cock once more inside him. Rook let out a strangled cry as Taash grabbed the hair at the back of his head, arching him back until their teeth found his skin.
“Leave it,” They growled, leaning him forward to gain a better angle before thrusting inside of him with decidedly more force. “Said I was going to fuck you. That means until you finish.”
He gave a pleading grunt in reply and ground his hips down against Taash’s next thrust. They kept a hand on his chest as they met his next desperate thrust with a growl, delighting in the strangled cry as they hit his most sensitive spot. He reached behind himself to grab onto Taash’s shoulder as they continued to thrust inside him. Any sense of coherent words tumbled away into a string of curses and pleads. Taash drew their tongue along the bead of sweat that fell between his shoulder blades. They thrust up once more before taking hold of his cock in their hand. His voice caught in his throat as Taash drew their hand around his cock and pumped in time with their thrusts.
They bit down on his shoulder as he came with a cry certainly heard by every other occupant of the Lighthouse; spilling hot over Taash’s hand. Taash rode out his climax with a slow drag of their hand up to the tip of their cock before letting it fall from their grip. Rook leaned forward, relying on Taash’s hand to keep him upright. He let out a small whimper when they pulled out from inside him. Taash peppered kisses along his shoulders and neck where red welts started to form from their earlier bites. Gently lying Rook onto the ground Taash lifted their hips to pull the harness from their body, dropping it to the side with a loud thud that made Rook jump. Eyes closed and panting, Rook laid on the cold stone floor, their one knee lifted slightly and their hand resting on their stomach.
“You okay?” Taash asked, watching him with concern.
He nodded and lifted his hand in a thumbs up with a small, sated smile. He closed his eyes and moaned quietly, lifting his bruised knees and shifting his hips. Taash pulled him up onto their lap, cradling his head as they gently kissed the corner of his mouth and the soft bristle of his closed eyelashes. He leaned against them with a sigh and tilted his head to catch the next kiss with one of his own. Taash placed their next kiss beside his ear, breathing warm against his skin.
“That was hot,” They said, smiling against his warm neck to take in his scent. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Y-yeah,” he replied, his voice hoarse. “I don’t really need to walk anymore.”
Taash laughed, the happy sound echoing off the cold stone walls. “Not a problem. I can carry you,” They said, gently stroking his back.
“A good plan,” he said, leaning into them with a stifled yawn. “We’ll be unstoppable in a fight.”
Taash let out another snort of laughter before rising to their feet. “Come on. You need a bath, Little Bird.”
They reached down and hoisted Rook over their shoulder despite his half-hearted protests. With a quick smack to his ass Taash carried him off towards the bath. The fire in their chest diming to a warm, content glow.