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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[the_other_dellamorte]

As Lucanis comes, he swallows, bobbing his head just to offer that last little bit of sensation, just that lingering warmth as aftershocks go through his beautiful cousin. Lucanis always looks so good like this, so truly relaxed, so absolutely melted into the couch.

When his cousin speaks, sweet and gravelly, Illario doesn't understand exactly. He doesn't try to pull off of him, just keeps right where he is, between Lucanis’ legs. What else does he want? Or does he mean he hasn't finished the reports? Illario isn't about to move, not yet. He can't stay here all day, if Lucanis wants him to.

[smartass_captain]

There's no answer for a long moment. Lucanis takes his time sunk into the couch cushions soaking in the release of tension that Illario's wicked tongue has provided him. It takes seconds for his mind to return to solid ground where he had been floating. Sensation returns and he hisses through his teeth softly for Illario to still be settled between his thighs even after his release.

"I'm going to finish these reports, dear cousin. And you are not going to touch yourself until I do. Capire?"

He wants to be the one to bring Illario to completion. But after he has done his Job and kept them both out of trouble as is his role as the Eldest. He carefully adjusts himself before reaching for the quill and ink once more.

"Sit just there and wait for me."

[the_other_dellamorte]

Illario's mouth remains wrapped around his cousin's softening cock until Lucanis adjusts himself, and Illario makes only a soft sound of protest, but he doesn't argue. He's still floating a little himself on a lack of air, on the bitter tang of Lucanis' seed on his mouth, so when his cousin demands he does not touch himself, he nods and accepts the instruction.

His cheek goes against Lucanis' thigh, warm against him, nuzzling in. It's not sexual, not while he still floats, but as Lucanis' quill scratches on parchment that feeling begins to ebb and his own denied pleasure becomes more and more pressing.

"Luca-" he whines softly, leaning in and snuggling up against the other man again. He's hard, cock straining against the leather of his trousers, and it's maddening. His hands slide up, stroking Lucanis' thighs. "Please. I need you."

[smartass_captain]

Lucanis' left hand reaches down to card through Illario's hair gently while the right continues penning their reports with a deft hand now he's come down from the passionate frenzy Illario had dredged up within him. It is always a shock how Much he feels only when it is Illario's touch against his skin. A hunger he doesn't otherwise know. Pleasure he wouldn't otherwise feel.

Truth be told he is expecting Illario not to be able to wait until he is finished. So it is no surprise when his cousin begins squirming and whining from where he is knelt. He managed a whole paragraph further than he thought he might. Privately, Lucanis is impressed. Outwardly, he gives a soft sigh of exasperation.

"Incorrigible. And what exactly is it you need from me, cugino? Think carefully before you demand. Of where we are and how much time we are likely to be afforded."

LUNCH TIME SPECIAL <3

[the_other_dellamorte]

Lucanis' hair in his hand is like a balm, smoothing the ache in him, helping him keep control of himself even while desire continues to build in him, undeniably inconvenient. He does truly try to resist, although perhaps less so than normal, considering how he'd painted images of both Lucanis and Jim earlier, and now he just can't help himself. He can go a long time without relief if it were a Contract, if the mark was someone who repulsed him. But this is Lucanis and he has almost no self-control when it comes to him.

Almost none. Because that exasperated sigh makes Illario pout up at him, and then the declaration that Illario was about to DEMAND something, like a child having a tantrum.

He doubles down on himself, biting the inside of his cheek and turning his head away, still resting against his cousin's leg, but no longer looking up into his eyes. He doesn't reply in words, not until the flash of copper in his mouth has quelled some of the fire that sits low in his belly. He might not normally have control, but like all Dellamorte, he can be stubborn.

"Only to read them when you have finished. Are you done?"

[smartass_captain]

For Lucanis' efforts, he is mostly Trying to play the part. To do his role in this game he and Illario have played since they came into their own as men. Sometimes he does not realize how much of a resting stern tone he carries though. This is one of those times where if he knew how he came across he would be quite apologetic.

He doesn't. Only knows that Illario pouts up at him in such a familiar way before getting haughty. Stubborn. Trying, Lucanis thinks, to be good and play the game in return.

"Ah. I see." He replies softly. This time he does let a little bit of his impressed tone show. He hadn't expected Illario to be able to hold out this long after all. "I am nearly done and then you may read them to ensure I missed nothing while I...see what you've kept for me."

He's still awkward even after all this time at the talking even if he feels comfortable enough Doing when it is with Illario. He wonders what Illario will ask of him. To be tended to in turn? To have his way with Lucanis in some fashion? Thoughts that excite him as they only ever do when it comes to the man curled up with him.

"I trust your assessment of the character of those we surveyed better than my own after all." He is there to kill a man, but observation of political intelligence gathering? That is more Illario's speciality.

[the_other_dellamorte]

The softer tone does it. Like oil on troubled water, it eases the sulk Illario had slipped into and he turns back to Lucanis and nuzzles into him again, sighing happily to breathe in the warm scent of him, the soap and coffee that lingers on his cousin's skin, and the musk of his orgasm still lingering in the air.

"I will wait." He murmurs, hands stroking down Lucanis' thighs. He can't pretend that he doesn't want to touch him, pet him, feel how warm and alive he is under Illario's fingers. Or lips. "After all, my plan was to drag you to the baths..."

They can clean up from their long journey, they can enjoy each other's skin, he can press himself against Lucanis and grind against his thigh, maybe even take them both in hand and get them off together.

The thought makes him whimper softly, hips rolling forward into nothing and he presses his face into his cousin's leg once again to muffle himself. He doubts he'll be able to read or critique whatever Lucanis writes. And he doesn't care to either.

[smartass_captain]

Lucanis well knows what that will mean. He shivers ever so slightly for the thought but relaxes again soon after to dutifully finish the reports with as much efficiency as he can muster. Illario deserves relief after waiting longer than Lucanis thought he could. Longer than Lucanis himself would enjoy being meant to wait when his cousin is feeling extra teasing in his attentions.

"I am finished cugino. Shall we wash up while the ink dries and read over these after?" Lucanis asks softly. His right hand strokes through Illario's hair while he asks.

"It seems as though we really ought to clean up swiftly."

[the_other_dellamorte]

Swiftly, he says, as if Illario has all the time in the world. He aches to his core, he has been so patient (yes yes, out of stubbornness...) and he hasn't even tried to stand yet before being told they have to finish up quickly. But Lucanis always says they should be quick, shouldn't get caught. He'd much rather be caught by a magister they're meant to assassinate than a servant in their own home.

...Although saying that in his head, perhaps it makes more sense for Lucanis to worry about the servants. If Caterina caught them, the old bitch might have a heart attack, and Illario can't say he'd be overly upset. But Lucanis would probably be traumatised and wouldn't go to bed with him again until at least the funeral.

He groans softly, forcing those thoughts away and trying to ignore the heat that still pools in his belly, the ache in his cock, and try to be elegant as he gets to his feet, although he can't help but whimper.

"Alright. We'll be quick."