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[inthebiblicalsense]

[In a very serious, business tone, Abel's answering machine sounds after any attempted calls that aren't responded to right away.]

You've reached Abel. I am not available at the moment, but I'll get back to you as soon as I can. If this is urgent, leave the line open.

And if this is Fitz I hope you're having a good day.

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Re: NSFW

[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.

Re: NSFW

[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.

Re: NSFW

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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."

[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."

[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."

[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.

[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."

[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."

[knowmyplace]

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

[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."

[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.

[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.

[knowmyplace]

"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.

[inthebiblicalsense]

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.

[knowmyplace]

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.

[inthebiblicalsense]

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.

[knowmyplace]

"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.

[inthebiblicalsense]

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.

[knowmyplace]

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.

[inthebiblicalsense]

"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.