Veilguarding - an open post for DAV AU shenanigans

[smartass_captain]

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

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[smartass_captain]

"You'll never need to fake it again." Jim promises, his voice a low certainty. "Never have to lay with another you hold no interest in." He lowers himself down enough that he can bend forward and capture the shell of Illario's ear in a gentle bite. Teeth grazing. His voice right there.

"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."

[the_other_dellamorte]

Illario hadn't said the words, hadn't aired the filth that he knows stains him, but Jim knows. Jim perceives so many things, those scouts eyes seeing, sharp ears listening. He knows. Understands. And forgives. Neother of them are untouched and that's a ridiculous notion, but Jim at least didn't whore himself out.

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.

[smartass_captain]

Illario has explained his specialty in the Crows to Jim before. Between what Illario's said and what was in his diary, Jim's been able to put together the rest fairly well on his own. But never has he thought less of Illario for it. From everything the man's described, it wasn't as though he had much of a choice in the matter. The role he was given. How he was raised. It's all very familiar to the Younger son of nobility that Jim was a lifetime ago. What judgement the warden has given Illario was over events that are Done, now.

"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."

[the_other_dellamorte]

Illario knows Jim doesn't care. Part of him, in Caterina's voice, says he should care. That Jim should have someone better. But Illario's thoughts are quicjly crumbling away, replaced with desire and lust, far more welcoming that lingering on those poisonous reflections.

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."

[smartass_captain]

"If you want me to fuck you nice and deep you've got to be good for me first." Jim murmurs. His thumb strokes along Illario's thigh while his finger sinks into his lover up to the first knuckle. "I won't hurt you, so you need to relax for me..."

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..."

[the_other_dellamorte]

Illario groans, not the groan of desire and lust but like a brat who has been told no.

"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.

[smartass_captain]

"That's the potion talking, sciocco." Jim teases. The hand at Illario's thigh drags upward with so much intent before it caresses Illario's cock. His chuckle gets low. Grit and honey both as Illario's lust ignites Jim's own in turn. His smirk can be felt over Illario's pulse point where he mouths hungrily at tanned skin.

"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..."

[the_other_dellamorte]

The potion, Illario's own nature, his love for Jim, it's all of it together. All of it combined into a hunger that he can't deny and doesn't even try to. He wants, and he lets out a petulant noise when Jim shows some measure of restraint.

"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-"

[smartass_captain]

Jim's thumb swipes over the leaking head of Illario's weeping cock. Using that slick lust of his to add to the ease of the motion of his stroking hand. His teeth graze against Illario's throat once more since the first time got such a delicious reaction.

"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.

[the_other_dellamorte]

Is ot the instruction the third finger stretching him out, making sure he's ready to accept his lover? Illario couldn't say, the orgasm hitting him hard half a moment later and making him arch off of the couch. He cries out Jim's name, clinging to him tightly and still riding his fingers even as he spills, eyes rolling back.

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."

[smartass_captain]

"Bellissimo..." Jim tilts his chin up and brushes the softest of kisses against Ilario's cheek. "You're doing so good." He shifts where he's perched over the Aintivan and reaches for the jar of oil once more. He murmurs quiet apologies when he slips his fingers free from Illario's tight inviting heat and moves to slick his cock up instead.

"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~"

[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.

[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..."

[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.

[smartass_captain]

The training is good advice. Jim's found that lesson out the hard way before. A lifetime ago, now. There wasn't ever intention of ever finding love for real, especially not on this suicide run of a quest. But here they are. Here they Both are, whole and here despite everything that's happened.

And Jim Kirk does indeed love Illario Dellamorte.

"Bello, are you okay? Did I hurt you...?" Jim's quick to freeze at the first sign of tears, worry etched into his face, but he's urged to continue. Reassured that the tears are happy if nothing else. Jim murmurs quiet apologies while he rocks his hips into the Antivan.

"I meant to overwhelm you, but n-not so much that it would make you sob for real. I've got you, bello. I've g-got you..."

He holds Illario close but keeps fucking into his lover tenderly. He's trying to go slow, help the other calm down a little so he isn't left to hyperventilate in his sobs.

"Just let me make you feel good... okay?"

[the_other_dellamorte]

"I'm alright, amore. You would never hurt me."

He tries to control it, to shake it away, the emotion that bubbles up over him, bursting out. But how could he not cry, how could he fail to feel the overwhelming joy of it? He's loved. Not just by anyone, not by someone he doesn't love in return, but it's Jim. Jim, who he gives his heart to so freely. Jim, who he couldn't help but adore.

It takes a few seconds more, his nod is sure when it comes. He's okay, he really is. And if Jim meant to overwhelm him, he did so incredibly well, more so than anyone else ever has before. But Jim is so close, so safe, so comforting above him that the slower, gentle thrusts help, ease him back from hyperventilating and from sobbing. It's no longer a mad rut, a desperate need to be fucked and ruined. Now he feels... loved.

He shifts, as best he can, to nuzzle into Jim, lips against his jaw, kissing every bit of skin he can reach. He wants to be with this man, body and heart, still wants to give himself over entirely, but it's no longer mad with the aphrodisiacs. It's balanced, somehow, between desire and devotion.

"I love you, James Tiberius Kirk."

[smartass_captain]

"Good, that's good." Jim leans down to brush his lips against Illario's temple. If the man needs to cry then he ought to, for any reason, but Jim's very glad he isn't doing so because of pain. The slower pace is more gentle. Leaves him more room to speak than he might have otherwise had.

"You're so gorgeous and I would do anything to make you feel half as good as you do me." The warden murmurs while he holds Illario so close. Chuckles breathlessly as he's nuzzled against. As those fingers cling around him so lovingly. It's so nice, this.

He shudders happily for the nuzzles. It's a pleasant jolt down his spine. A warmth gathering in his gut.

"Anch'io ti amo." Jim murmurs back.

[the_other_dellamorte]

Letting go of any emotion is difficult, especially when you've been taught not to. Later, he'll be mortified about crying like that, but right now he's a mess of feelings - love and desire, that wonderful warmth of trust that fills him and leaves him bathed in that brilliant happiness- rather than writhing like a whore. He's certain the aphrodisiac is still having an effect, but it's better than it has ever been before. But is that because Jim is better than any man Illario has had before?

A faint flush appears on his cheeks when Jim says he'd do anything to make him feel better, but honestly, Illario can't imagine anything more incredible.

"You make me feel better than anyone else ever has," he manages, words coming out between the low noises of his pleasure, Jim still above him, careful, tender, but still buried in him, and Illario knows how close he is, feeling himself tottering on the edge of an orgasm.

It's the declaration, in perfect Antivan, and the shift of Jim's hips that tip him over, needing little else in this state to come apart at the seams for the man above him, gasping as his own hips jerk and jump without rhyme or reason, driving himself back onto Jim and letting the pleasure take him.

[smartass_captain]

Illario makes a man want to be better in all the ways that impress. He gives his praise so earnestly for Jim's practice, for his attempts and care. He cries out so sweetly for sweet nothings in his Mother Tongue. How could Jim not make sure to learn the little ways he could care after his lover?

Just now, these confessions, they're worth all the extra effort and more.

Jim never wants to let the other go. His moans come out sharper with every desperate buck Illario gives that drives that clenching perfect heat around him. Illario's orgasm latches hooks into the curling warmth Jim had been stoking low in his belly and alighting it through his veins. Leaving him gasping roughly while he crashes over that ledge just as Illario is barely regaining any of his senses.

He keeps his word from the onset though, plunging himself as deep as he can into Illario before he spills with a ragged groan.

[the_other_dellamorte]

When Jim comes, the aphrodisiac rears it's head, Illario's bosy milking him for all he's worth, hips lifting and angling better, trying to keep Jim's pleasure going as long as possible, and the burst of orgasm prolonging Illario's own pleasure.

Illario's soft yesyesyes doesn't echo off the aquarium glass, it doesn't travel through the Lighthouse, but it pours over both of them, the way he shivers with it for Jim only.

"Oh amore-" he manages, breathing fast and hard, his blue eyes blown so dark there's almost no blue at all, trembling fingers stroking Jim's face.

[smartass_captain]

Jim utters a garbled swear of invective more choked sound than word. Utterly unprepared for how Illario reacts to the Marcher's own orgasm. He's supposed to eb the sober one and yet the world seems to lose all focus while he swims in Illario's panting cries, in the prison of bliss he's locked in for those moments. Short-lived but seeming almost unending as he lives them.

"Y-yeah?" Jim finally manages and he sounds a little light headed. He's coming back to his senses as his own orgasm edges off into a bone-deep contentment. Normally he'd allow himself to feel lazy in these moments, but Illario is still so worked up and Jim almsot wishes he'd taken a measure himself if only to be able to keep up.

Because there's nothing he'd rather do than bend the beautiful Antivan over and keep fucking into him as long as he keeps making those noises, but Warden or no, even Jim needs a little bit of time between rounds.

"I've got you." He murmurs, distracting Illario with a kiss when he slowly slips free of the other. One hand cups Illario's cheek to hold him close where Jim cranes forward to reach him. The other slithers between them to lovingly stroke the Antivan's spent cock that even now is twitching once more. "Tell me what you want me to do to you, bello."

[the_other_dellamorte]

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."

[smartass_captain]

"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.

"Fucking...hell..."

[the_other_dellamorte]

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."

Executive decision: the lighthouse totally has a fancy bath house off in the back

[smartass_captain]

"Nnnngh bello...."

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."