[ Solas would compensate, but he's far more interested in savoring this moment. As Lad leans in closer, Solas' expression softens as his face flushes further, mixed with desire and warmth at the gesture. Somehow, he didn't think this was part of a typical experience with a slave meant for pleasure. Though if Lad was interested...
The thought is pulled from him with the force of the yank, causing Solas to moan louder. Finally, he thrusts upwards harder, seeking what was lost at Lad's change in position though Solas finds what's been gained more worthwhile. ]
You would be the first to think of me as such, [ he teases, breathless as he leans his cheek into Lad's hand. ]
[Solas' thrust managed to hit him just right and he gasped against his cheek as jolt of pleasure ran through him. Oh it was rare when he actually got to have good sex himself. He was quick to pull himself together and once more began rhythmically moving his hips to accommodate Solas. It took him a moment longer to speak, his breaths were becoming hard and heavy, but he stalls with a kiss to his cheek while he caressed the opposite cheek with his thumb.]
Then others must have poor judgement. [He pressed another kiss to his cheek, then to his jaw, then one last kiss to his neck with a breathy laugh.] Tastes sweet to me.
Or are wiser, [ he teases even as he feels the bite of his own nails in his palms. Lad was tight around him, mesmerizing in the way he moved. What reservations he had left were melting away when faced with Lad's affections.
The other elf's obvious pleasure spurred him on. Solas moved his hips to match the pace Lad was setting, breath hitching every time he struck deep. The sensation of Lad pressed against his own erection with every move causes him to falter and he loses himself in the sensation as his moan turns more desperate.
It's been a long while since he's had this sort of release with anyone and he needs it. ]
[He could feel Solas' desperation, and met his fervor with his own, knowing Solas couldn't be far now. He could feel his own build up pushing him on, and he knew he was generally difficult to please given the frequency with which he serviced others. It was generally better that way for his work though given that it was generally assumed that those they pleased did not appreciate slaves making a mess on them or in their rooms.
Words were lost now as he focused entirely on working Solas to his much deserved climax. He kept his thrusts fast and hard, and the vibrator continued to pulse within him. Finally Lad moved his hand from Solas' cheek to tangle back up into his hair, and his mouth gently worked from his jawline to his neck, gradually getting rougher until he made his way to Solas' shoulder where he gave him another hard bite as he pulled roughly on his hair. Though this time he eagerly anticipated the sound Solas would make as he did so.]
[ Solas has never been one to be the subject of this much physical intimacy or attention. It's something he's craved and been loathed to admit and he was practically basking in it as Lad continued to lavish it upon him. His moans grew louder, more wanting as he exposed his neck to Lad's wandering mouth.
The feel of the man's teeth on him only encourage the building of warmth inside him, curling low in his abdomen as his hips meet Lad's. It's that final twist of hair, the sharp bite, the overwhelming sensation of the vibrator inside him that accompanies his partner's movements that send him over the edge. Words tumble from his mouth, babbling though a distinct Ladanelan accompanied the gibberish.
He had been reluctant when they started, worried he was taking advantage of the man, but spirits had he needed this. ]
[Lad felt Solas as he climaxed, and made sure to let him ride it out at his pleasure. He knew he was close himself, but the unspoken assumption prevented him from acting on it. instead he committed to memory Solas' reaction as he came, and the sweet subtle movements as he calmed. He could get himself of later, probably when he was cleaning himself out.
Once Solas had ridden out most of it, Lad quelled the vibrator and simply lay on top of the man, as he caught his breath and pulled himself together. He would move in a moment, but he didn't want to leave Solas prematurely in case the other wished for or needed anything else. In the meantime Lad's motions turned gentle once again, and despite the urges to chase his own orgasm, he gently ran his fingers through the other's hair soothingly.]
[ It's a long moment before Solas feels his breathing is even enough to open his eyes. That had been far better than he expected and if his hands were not bound, he would be wrapping them around Lad in gratitude. ]
Thank you, [ he murmurs though it's only after the words leave his lips that he realizes Lad has yet to satisfy himself. His brows furrow in confusion and he gives Lad a concerned look. ] Did you not--?
[ An act then. Lad had not enjoyed himself as much as he had seemed. He should have realized given what the man's given profession was. ]
[He had to pause to think what Solas' cut off question was actually asking. He was so used to people shooing him off at this point, he'd never really had to talk through... well... his current predicament. It wasn't easy. Once he did understand though he smiled and let out a breathy laugh, oh Solas was sweet. It made him even happier to see him laying there spent and satisfied and knowing he was the one that did it.]
No one wants a slave to make a mess all over them.
[He reached up to untie Solas' wrists, but it took him a moment as he fumbled. It was difficult to focus even on simple things when he was fighting the urge to just grind his hips into Solas.]
Your enjoyment would hardly be a 'mess,' [ he returns in a huff of indignation on Lad's behalf. They were all slaves and servants on some level, there was no reason for the other many to deny himself whatever enjoyment he could have from his work.
Once his hands are free, he cups Lad's cheek and keeps their gazes lock. ] If you would like to take your pleasure from me...
[ He lets his words trail off though his meaning is clear. It is Lad's choice if he does or not, and how he chooses to do so. ]
[Lad looked at Solas in genuine shock. The gesture was gentle and affectionate and completely foreign to him, but is made his heart flutter. Then there was the offer. Not a command, or an order, an offer. He was not supposed to though, he knew he wasn't supposed to. There were rules. Do not kiss their lips, you are not their lover. Do not call out there name, lest you start calling out the wrong name with your clients. And do not satisfy yourself with your client, you are a tool dedicated to their pleasure and only their pleasure.
Such rules could be broken if the client ordered for such things, but this was no order. He kept running it over in his head trying to make sense of it, but he couldn't. Perhaps Solas could offer him some sort of clarity?]
You... would like me to?
[Of course how was another matter, Solas was already spent, and while Lad had been... slow to dismount, there was not much left to ride. Of course his mind starts wandering off with little fantasies of being gently held and touched by the man before him, desires he usually just suppressed.]
[ Fingertips brush along the outer edge of Lad's ear as he nods. This man deserved more than he received, thought more of others beyond his given role. If only Solas could offer something greater after what he had done for him. ]
If you would like, yes. I had hoped to see you overcome with pleasure with me, [ he admits, smiling softly.
He had thought Lad would get off when he did, or close to it, but he was more than willing to return the favor. ]
[Lad bit his lip and closed his eyes, leaning into Solas' touch. He liked it, he was so gentle and warm, it managed to keep him aroused and ready despite the movements having stopped.]
I think I would. [Slowly and reluctantly he raised his hips enough to let Solas' dick slip out of him. Oh, between the cum and lube he went out so easily. It would have been so good to just keep riding him like that if he could. Lad let out a whimper at the missing warmth within him.] I... I'm very close.
[ He sucks in a breath and shivers as he too feels a loss of warmth and the cold hits him. But he had his, his concern was with Lad and that the man had held off his own pleasure for so long. ]
Then let me help you, [ he says, voice low though clear. A hand slides down Lad's back before resting firmly on his ass and tugging his hips forward against him. The hand that had been playing with Lad's ear slides to his hair, gripping just enough to bring Lad in closer for him to kiss, deeply and eagerly.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he wonders how far he's overstepping his boundaries, if after he will have earned himself a slap from Lad for stepping so far forward. The rest of him is focused on grinding against Lad's hips and the soft warmth of his lips. ]
[He gasped into the kiss, eyes going wide. This was... not something he's really done before... also now the second broken rule out of three, but currently that's not where his mind is.
But then he eagerly melted into it, his lips were soft and warm against his own, and he couldn't help but imagine that this was what sex was like between two lovers, sweet and gentle but still passionate in its own way. Spurred on by the kiss and his own desire Lad started grinding his hips in time with Solas, reclaiming the quickly rebuilding building warmth in his loins.]
[ His fingers kneaded Lad's ass, his own hips moving against his partner's. There was no chance he would be able to recover so quickly, but he saw no reason for Lad to deny himself. Perhaps next time, if there was one he reminds himself, he could make sure the man was properly taken care of.
His teeth and lips are on Lad's, teasing and tugging as his tongue does the same. His other hand grasps at Lad's back, nails pressing into Lad's back experimentally. If encouraged, he would gladly run his nails along his skin, leaving red streaks in their wake. ]
[Lad brings his hands to Solas' cheeks to hold his face close as he kissed him with a desperation and hunger for the foreign affection.
Solas' hands on his rear did well to encourage him, and his thrusts grew faster and more forceful as he indulged in pleasing himself. He would react more to Solas's clawing at his back, but he with how often others were rough with him it lost its novelty long ago. and had left him indifferent about it. He was admittedly indifferent about quite a bit, which made his arousal with Solas all the more surprising.]
[ He grasps Lad's back, nails digging in briefly as the man's thrusts grow more forceful and he makes small sounds of encouragement into Lad's mouth. The hand on his ass dips his hand between to tease the rim. Something he would gladly help Lad clean later though he noted with some satisfaction it was a mess he had helped make.
While he may not be clawing Lad's back, he does slide his hand up to trace along the man's ear and tease his hair.
He breaks the kiss just long enough to murmur, ] You are beautiful like this.
[He didn't know how the other managed to undo him so completely, but with the hand in his hair, the attention on his ass, and the sweet words Lad's climax came hard enough it almost hurt. And Solas' name was the first thing that sprang from his lips as he rode out his orgasm.
The next thing he knew he was collapsed on top of Solas, clinging to him as he tried to catch his breath. His entire body felt heavy and he was tired, and yet, for this moment the rest of the world outside of Solas melted away. It was so nice. A little smile spread across his face as he just listened to the sound of Solas' breath and heartbeat as he calmed himself.]
[ A light flush spreads to his cheeks when he hears his name, one he quickly buries in Lad's hair. He kept a hand on his hair as his other hand stroked his back. This was truly what he wanted in a way. A chance to be close to someone else, to have someone in his arms.
Selfish and he knew he couldn't have it for long. He kisses the tip of Lad's ear before he speaks, ]
[Lad said nothing for a time, again trying to make sense of everything in his head. He was so confused as to why Solas, Mythal's favored, was being so... so... he didn't even have a word for it! But it wasn't how he should be treated, he knew that much. If others found out about just this moment alone he knew he would be punished for indulging and sullying one of such a high rank.]
But what about you? I... I must be heavy? And I've made you dirty... you must wish me to go?
[He says this but at the same time he clings tighter to Solas, praying he doesn't have to leave the warmth his arms brought.]
[ Heavy? What was Lad talking about? He pulls back just enough to give the other man an amused look. ]
If you are heavy then I have aged beyond my years, [ a light tease though he understands the implications of Lad's words. Was that how Sylaise allowed her slaves to be treated? He keeps his hand in Lad's hair, idly playing with the strands as he thinks. ]
I would only wish it if you did. I will not keep you here against your will.
[The entire concept of what he wanted was still somewhat beyond his grasp. So long had he learned that personal desire was wrong, and to act on it would mean pain or death. Now, desperately trying to make sense of Solas' offer, his mind fell back on what he was taught.]
I will be punished if I linger solely for my own pleasure... [Though that did imply that he considered this a pleasure at least.] I will already be punished for breaking the rules...
Rules? [ His brows furrow in confusion as he himself tries to make sense of what Lad is telling him. ] My intentions were not to get you into trouble. I would like it if you stayed, but if you must--
[ Then he would not keep him. His hold on Lad loosens somewhat, making it clear the man was free to move if he wished. ]
There are rules... we mustn't kiss our client on the lips, for we are not their lover. We mustn't call out their names, for we may do so with the wrong client, and we mustn't please ourselves lest we risk becoming selfish.
[as Solas' grip loosened, Lad's grip on Solas tightened, and he pressed himself against the other a little more before very reluctantly pulling back. His conflict on the matter was easy to see.]
[ He scowls though it is not directed at Lad, but toward whoever among Sylaise's own was enforcing such rules. Though part of him wonders if he had pressured Lad, pushed him too far.
He rests a hand on Lad's shoulder though it was to rub his thumb along him than to hold the man in place. ]
You did nothing wrong, [ he says firmly. ] You deserve to have a say in the completion of your tasks as any other or do they truly think they can control what you do when the door closes?
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The thought is pulled from him with the force of the yank, causing Solas to moan louder. Finally, he thrusts upwards harder, seeking what was lost at Lad's change in position though Solas finds what's been gained more worthwhile. ]
You would be the first to think of me as such, [ he teases, breathless as he leans his cheek into Lad's hand. ]
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Then others must have poor judgement. [He pressed another kiss to his cheek, then to his jaw, then one last kiss to his neck with a breathy laugh.] Tastes sweet to me.
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The other elf's obvious pleasure spurred him on. Solas moved his hips to match the pace Lad was setting, breath hitching every time he struck deep. The sensation of Lad pressed against his own erection with every move causes him to falter and he loses himself in the sensation as his moan turns more desperate.
It's been a long while since he's had this sort of release with anyone and he needs it. ]
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Words were lost now as he focused entirely on working Solas to his much deserved climax. He kept his thrusts fast and hard, and the vibrator continued to pulse within him. Finally Lad moved his hand from Solas' cheek to tangle back up into his hair, and his mouth gently worked from his jawline to his neck, gradually getting rougher until he made his way to Solas' shoulder where he gave him another hard bite as he pulled roughly on his hair. Though this time he eagerly anticipated the sound Solas would make as he did so.]
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The feel of the man's teeth on him only encourage the building of warmth inside him, curling low in his abdomen as his hips meet Lad's. It's that final twist of hair, the sharp bite, the overwhelming sensation of the vibrator inside him that accompanies his partner's movements that send him over the edge. Words tumble from his mouth, babbling though a distinct Ladanelan accompanied the gibberish.
He had been reluctant when they started, worried he was taking advantage of the man, but spirits had he needed this. ]
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Once Solas had ridden out most of it, Lad quelled the vibrator and simply lay on top of the man, as he caught his breath and pulled himself together. He would move in a moment, but he didn't want to leave Solas prematurely in case the other wished for or needed anything else. In the meantime Lad's motions turned gentle once again, and despite the urges to chase his own orgasm, he gently ran his fingers through the other's hair soothingly.]
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Thank you, [ he murmurs though it's only after the words leave his lips that he realizes Lad has yet to satisfy himself. His brows furrow in confusion and he gives Lad a concerned look. ] Did you not--?
[ An act then. Lad had not enjoyed himself as much as he had seemed. He should have realized given what the man's given profession was. ]
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well... his current predicament. It wasn't easy. Once he did understand though he smiled and let out a breathy laugh, oh Solas was sweet. It made him even happier to see him laying there spent and satisfied and knowing he was the one that did it.]
No one wants a slave to make a mess all over them.
[He reached up to untie Solas' wrists, but it took him a moment as he fumbled. It was difficult to focus even on simple things when he was fighting the urge to just grind his hips into Solas.]
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Once his hands are free, he cups Lad's cheek and keeps their gazes lock. ] If you would like to take your pleasure from me...
[ He lets his words trail off though his meaning is clear. It is Lad's choice if he does or not, and how he chooses to do so. ]
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Such rules could be broken if the client ordered for such things, but this was no order. He kept running it over in his head trying to make sense of it, but he couldn't. Perhaps Solas could offer him some sort of clarity?]
You... would like me to?
[Of course how was another matter, Solas was already spent, and while Lad had been... slow to dismount, there was not much left to ride. Of course his mind starts wandering off with little fantasies of being gently held and touched by the man before him, desires he usually just suppressed.]
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If you would like, yes. I had hoped to see you overcome with pleasure with me, [ he admits, smiling softly.
He had thought Lad would get off when he did, or close to it, but he was more than willing to return the favor. ]
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I think I would. [Slowly and reluctantly he raised his hips enough to let Solas' dick slip out of him. Oh, between the cum and lube he went out so easily. It would have been so good to just keep riding him like that if he could. Lad let out a whimper at the missing warmth within him.] I... I'm very close.
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Then let me help you, [ he says, voice low though clear. A hand slides down Lad's back before resting firmly on his ass and tugging his hips forward against him. The hand that had been playing with Lad's ear slides to his hair, gripping just enough to bring Lad in closer for him to kiss, deeply and eagerly.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he wonders how far he's overstepping his boundaries, if after he will have earned himself a slap from Lad for stepping so far forward. The rest of him is focused on grinding against Lad's hips and the soft warmth of his lips. ]
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But then he eagerly melted into it, his lips were soft and warm against his own, and he couldn't help but imagine that this was what sex was like between two lovers, sweet and gentle but still passionate in its own way. Spurred on by the kiss and his own desire Lad started grinding his hips in time with Solas, reclaiming the quickly rebuilding building warmth in his loins.]
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His teeth and lips are on Lad's, teasing and tugging as his tongue does the same. His other hand grasps at Lad's back, nails pressing into Lad's back experimentally. If encouraged, he would gladly run his nails along his skin, leaving red streaks in their wake. ]
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Solas' hands on his rear did well to encourage him, and his thrusts grew faster and more forceful as he indulged in pleasing himself. He would react more to Solas's clawing at his back, but he with how often others were rough with him it lost its novelty long ago. and had left him indifferent about it. He was admittedly indifferent about quite a bit, which made his arousal with Solas all the more surprising.]
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While he may not be clawing Lad's back, he does slide his hand up to trace along the man's ear and tease his hair.
He breaks the kiss just long enough to murmur, ] You are beautiful like this.
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The next thing he knew he was collapsed on top of Solas, clinging to him as he tried to catch his breath. His entire body felt heavy and he was tired, and yet, for this moment the rest of the world outside of Solas melted away. It was so nice. A little smile spread across his face as he just listened to the sound of Solas' breath and heartbeat as he calmed himself.]
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Selfish and he knew he couldn't have it for long. He kisses the tip of Lad's ear before he speaks, ]
You can stay here for as long as you like.
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But what about you? I... I must be heavy? And I've made you dirty... you must wish me to go?
[He says this but at the same time he clings tighter to Solas, praying he doesn't have to leave the warmth his arms brought.]
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If you are heavy then I have aged beyond my years, [ a light tease though he understands the implications of Lad's words. Was that how Sylaise allowed her slaves to be treated? He keeps his hand in Lad's hair, idly playing with the strands as he thinks. ]
I would only wish it if you did. I will not keep you here against your will.
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I will be punished if I linger solely for my own pleasure... [Though that did imply that he considered this a pleasure at least.] I will already be punished for breaking the rules...
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[ Then he would not keep him. His hold on Lad loosens somewhat, making it clear the man was free to move if he wished. ]
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[as Solas' grip loosened, Lad's grip on Solas tightened, and he pressed himself against the other a little more before very reluctantly pulling back. His conflict on the matter was easy to see.]
I am sorry for my misbehavior...
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He rests a hand on Lad's shoulder though it was to rub his thumb along him than to hold the man in place. ]
You did nothing wrong, [ he says firmly. ] You deserve to have a say in the completion of your tasks as any other or do they truly think they can control what you do when the door closes?
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