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inthebiblicalsense

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Ethan has never been especially quiet, each bruise and bite filling the open concept room with zero question of what exactly is going on inside. Absently he remembers Malcolm telling him Norton's cabin wasn't especially sound proof and makes a note to ask the Admiral for some changes.

The way he drops to his knees upon request is most definitely practiced, resting his cheek against the other man's thigh and looking up at him while his hands slide up his thighs, "what else do you want?"

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knowmyplace

He shivers, reaching down to slide his fingers through Ethan's hair.

What a lovely sight he makes. "Finish undressing me. And don't touch yourself until I say."

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inthebiblicalsense

He closes his eyes a moment, enjoying the feeling of Iago's hands running through his hair, gently rubbing his face against the front of his pants. He won't say, but this is his favorite, the way that being beneath him makes him feel like he's given up control, the hand in his hair capable of taking what's left of it. It feels like acceptance of self in a very unselfish way and has his dick hard in his pants as he starts to slide Iago's pants down.

He's methodical about it in the way you might expect from him, cheek still pressed to his now bare thigh, pressing opened mouthed kisses at the soft skin between his thigh and groin.

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knowmyplace

"You look beautiful like this," he murmurs, leaning back against the counter. He massages his hair gently. "Do you like it a little rough, or shall I keep it soft?"

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inthebiblicalsense

There's a moment where his mind turns to everything he'd said to the Cat King during that first encounter, the way he'd pulled all these secrets out of him with coaxing words, but looking up at Iago's face, the gentle way he touches his hair, the way he asks instead of just takes?

It's different, and it can't be the same. This is... safe, he's comfortable, he feels in control of the way he's letting go of it. He initiated this and there was nothing wrong with liking sex. It's repeated like a mantra in his head as he closes his eyes again, his response quiet but even.

"I like a little rough, just...not too much."

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knowmyplace

He nods. "Tell me a word and I'll stop," he promises, gripping his hair tighter without trying to force his head. He breathes out, eyes closing, dick hard as he tries not to rock his hips.

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inthebiblicalsense

The tight grip has him sucking in a sharp breath, but he doesn't say anything. He's more interested in the hard dick in front of his face, and because he's not about to tease a man who's been so sweet to him he doesn't dance around it like he normally might.

His one hand is still on his thigh, nails gently scratching little patterns into his skin while the other wraps around the base of his shaft, giving the head some loving attention with his tongue before he slides slowly down.

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knowmyplace

He shudders with the mouth on him, the warmth and the pressure around him. "Perfect," he murmurs softly, gathering his hair in a tight fist and then releasing it, repeating that again and again as he looks down to him. "Christ...you're going to be the death of me, Ethan."

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inthebiblicalsense

He isn't about to stop with a compliment like that, his free hand slipping behind him to get a good grip of the other man's ass. It also helps keep him still as he sucks in a deep breath and slips further down, swallowing around him.

If there was any question whether he was enjoying himself the sounds he's making around his mouthful are rather enthusiastic.

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knowmyplace

"Oh, Christ," he swears softly, tensing a little, his toes actually curling a little in his shoes. He rocks slowly in rhythm with him, not wanting to choke him but also desperate for more. He mutters softly in Italian, his fingers unconsciously tightening his hair as his other hand grips the countertop.

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inthebiblicalsense

It's incredibly gratifying, and his grip loosens enough to allow him to move if he wants to. He has to pull back a moment, breathing through his nose so he doesn't literally choke on Iago's dick, but it isn't a long reprieve.

The second time around his rhythm picks up, lips pressing to his fist on each pass.

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knowmyplace

It takes hours or months or years before he actually can find himself in the haze of pleasure that Ethan's mouth brings him. He's quiet, mostly because he wants to hear the other man's moans, but there comes a point when he can't help himself. The primal part of him takes over, superseding the rational part. He gasps, heat boiling through his veins.

He lets go of his hair completely, cupping his jaw with twitchy, trembling fingers. "Don't stop," he begs and demands at the same time.

He's close.

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inthebiblicalsense

There's a desperate sound that follows his demand, his own cock hard and untouched in his pants. He's been so good, keeping his hands off himself and he intends to earn his reward.

And as he continues it's clear he's not about to slow or pull away.

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knowmyplace

"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.

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inthebiblicalsense

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.

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knowmyplace

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."

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inthebiblicalsense

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."

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knowmyplace

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."

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inthebiblicalsense

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.

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knowmyplace

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."

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inthebiblicalsense

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."

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knowmyplace

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

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inthebiblicalsense

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."

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knowmyplace

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.

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inthebiblicalsense

"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.