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]

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."

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[the_other_dellamorte]

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."

[smartass_captain]

"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.

"Are you feeling more yourself again...?"

[the_other_dellamorte]

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..."

[smartass_captain]

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.

[the_other_dellamorte]

"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."