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]

"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."