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"You're hard, aren't you?" he purrs. "I know you want relief. You can wait."

He has been so very good, and Iago intends on rewarding him for it. But right now, he's focused on how good Ethan's tongue feels, and how perfect he looks. Instead of grabbing his hair, the back of his head, like he wants, he strokes his hair absently as he lets himself go, groaning with erratic little movements into his mouth.

He's more used to being held still at the moment of climax, but this is gentle, a few more dips of his head easing the other man to his end before he swallows again, pulling off to catch his breath.

He's less of a mess than he normally would be, hair messed as he looks up at Iago, chest rising and falling steadily. He'd ask permission to touch himself, but he wants to wait for instruction instead. His patience is certainly crumbling though.

Iago leans back on the counter, legs unsteady as his arms hold himself up. He fights through the haze and the aftermath of pleasure to focus on Ethan at his feet.

"Stand up," he says and, by some miracle, his voice doesn't shake at all. He uses one hand to adjust his pants around his hips again, tying the belt. "And don't touch yourself yet. You were going to show me the shower."

Ethan pushes himself up to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He'd just been about to lean in, give Iago a kiss when his words catch him and some frustration bleeds in.

"But-" and he catches himself, wanting to stay obedient but it's difficult. He adjusts himself in his pants, fitted as they were perhaps a little defiant since technically that's cheating when he grabs his hand and stiffly walks him to the bathroom, "You're very lucky you're hot."

Iago takes his hand and kisses it, grinning all the while. Oh that is very good, and Iago just can't resist.

He follows him, one hand settling on Ethan's ass. "Don't worry. It will be worth it."

It might be difficult to make out, but he's definitely grumbled under his breath 'it better be' for having to wait so long as the door to the bathroom slides open.

It's a modern beauty, the toilet has buttons on it, complete with a adjustable temperature bidet and seat warmer(Totos great great grandtoilet.) But the shower was lovingly designed by Ethan and he has the prints to prove it. The slate follows through, shower open aside from a glass pain that stretches from floor to ceiling, creating not just a barrier to keep the water spray in but a thick wall of glass that is sturdy as the stone.

There is an elongated bench, multiple shower heads and a water proof panel inside, though usually Ethan just talks to it, "preset 2, adjust temperature down three degrees." And like magic, the whole thing comes to life.

Oh Ethan is feisty, and Iago loves that. He might even have commented on it if he wasn't so overwhelmed by the look of the fancy bathroom and the even stranger shower. Like a living thing, Ethan talks to it and it springs into action, following his command, but Iago can't resist sliding an arm around his waist, fingers brushing against his erection.

"Amazing," he murmurs, kissing his neck. "This is nothing like what I have ever seen before."

He's more so when he feels like he gave a very good performance and has barely been touched himself. He isn't one for instant gratification but given his background in quick ones in storage closets or between alerts, he's not very good at waiting for sex.

Even with the barrier of his pants still in place the touch is nice, melting back into Iago and tilting his head to the side to expose more of his neck. "I designed it myself," which isn't so much a brag as it is to say it's unique, "and you can fully admire it later, but I'd prefer if you fucked me in it first."

"Why should I?" he mutters, nibbling at his ear again, slipping his hand under the waistband of his pants.

There is a shiver that runs through him, his hands gripping at Iago's thighs to steady himself.

"Because you like it when I'm not quiet," it's hard to miss the way his cock jumped in his mouth, the way his fingers tightened in his hair when he'd moaned around him, "and I'd scream for you."

He strokes his cock there, fingertips running along the tip as he presses another kiss along his neck. "Do you swear it?"

He rocks forward a little, pressing himself against his ass.

"No," he breathes out, biting his lip against a soft whimper as his dick is finally touched.

The hand at his thighs slips behind, getting a more firm grim so he can more easily roll his hips back into the press of his cock, "make me.

"You are going to be very, very bad for me, Ethan," he grins, giving him a firm shove into the shower. He has a fancy shower, surely he has a fancy dryer.

And if not, then it's a sacrifice he's willing to make.

Later he will tell Iago that he uses the ships facilities for laundry and that making him stumble into the shower and catch himself on the bench in wet socks is a crime.

For now though he's straightening back up and starting to undo his pants. It's only going to get harder to take them off the more they soak through anyways. Still, he smiles as his hair starts to stick to his face, "I'm fun though, so it makes up for it."

He might be a bit of a brat when met with authority, but it's a fun game to play.

He's starting to get a better sense of him, and each little layer that gets peeled away is one that Iago wants to encourage.

"So you say."

He grins as he strips completely before getting into the shower, the water setting his hair along his face. He wraps fingers around Ethan's wrists, intending on pushing him back against the wall.

He'd only managed to get his pants around his thighs, clinging as they were when Iago steps into the shower.

He isn't shy about admiring him, not after he'd spent time on his knees, and forgets to resist, letting himself be pinned easily to the stone.

"How's the temperature?" He'd lowered it because not everyone likes a scalding shower like he does, but it's easily adjustable.

"Well, I am quite used to cold water from ice fed rivers, but I think this will suffice."

He presses himself up against Ethan to kiss him again, holding his wrists firmly.

An ice cold shower is for when you desperately need to get rid of an erection or you've don't heavy exercise and cold water would be beneficial. Anything else is torture, and he is happy to have been born into a world that had hot taps.

Now that he's pinned fully, he does press against his hold if just for the illusion of struggle and defiance, but it's rather clear that he's exactly where he wants to be. If his pants weren't at his thighs he might even attempt to wrap a leg around the other man's waist.

He presses his knee between Ethan's legs, which has the benefit of allowing him to push them down to pool around the other man's ankles. There's something delicious about him being only half undressed, clothes hurriedly pushed down to the side or away.

"You're aching for me, aren't you? I should just fuck you against the wall. Turn around." He lets go of his wrist and backs away enough for him to comply, though Iago is more than happy to force the issue.

"Please," he might like to play a brat, but given the chance, even as he moves to follow the other man's mouth as he pulls away, he complies easily. Kicking his pants and underwear off the rest of the way as he turns.

He holds onto his own wrist, arms raised above him in the chance that Iago enjoys the sort of control he'd been exerting before. His chest rests against the slate wall and he turns his head so his cheek is pressed to it, looking back at him.

"Is this what you wanted?" His feet spread and back arched just enough to put himself on display.

Iago knows when he's being given a show, but he's always enjoyed the chance for someone to give him their best. He takes his wrist tightly and layers kisses along his shoulders. His other hand teases along his ass, pressing his fingers against him.

"You are what I wanted," he murmurs in his ear.

His eyes squeeze shut, biting his lip against a sound that might be a little more desperate than he'd meant. It's difficult sometimes, hearing things like that when it's so close to what Cain used to say to him, but he's gotten better at not taking it too seriously.

It's just something sweet to say in his ear that sounds good. He can handle that, and even believe it for the fact that he knows he looks good and why wouldn't Iago want him?

His feet inch a little further apart, "You're going too slow," he's been patient but losing the ability now that the other man's hands are on him.

Some of Luca comes out, then. Something familiar that taunts him from the breach. Something of the Luca who knew about these spaces and what to say and do. "The more you bitch, the slower I'll go."

And to prove it, he slides his dick up against his ass but doesn't push, doesn't do anything but slide it along the soft skin there.

His hands struggle against his hold, the urge to spread himself a little more to get him to lose that control he has, but they stay pinned above his head.

His chest rises and falls faster with every warm press, the friction everything but what he wants, "but I've been so good for you." And he has, attempting to rock back into him, "please."

The please is what gets him. He blocks some of the water and runs his tongue along his his hand, stroking his spitslick cock against Ethan. Slowly, bit by bit, he rocks into him, moaning gently into his ear, pressing kisses on his cheek and neck.

He murmurs soft expletives.

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