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[defaulthawke]

From here.

Hawke wails and pants through the rest of his climax, trembling all over when it’s finally done. Things seem to be happening to his body all around him: a plug sliding out, Corbin dismounting, hands falling free. He doesn’t know what to do with them, so he lets them rest at his sides while he opens up for that hungry kiss. It’s an age before the young man stops (making him whine faintly) and asks if he’s alright.

“Yeah,” he says, voice hoarse from rough use of his throat. “What’s she doing?”

With the aphro in his system the usual post orgasm sensitivity won’t last nearly as long, but it will happen. The woman holds up a pouch, and— oh shit. He knows what that is. Hawke immediately sits up straighter, gripping the side of the table (with the hand not holding the safe-signal ball) as he tries to squirm.

“I can’t- not right after coming.”

[raeganraven]

"Yes, you can," It's meant to sound reassuring, but it probably comes out a little more cheeky than intended. After all, her system was still riding nice and high on alcohol and whatever it was they used to spike the drinks.

Looking up, Raegan focuses on Corbin and smiles, "Get him hard again. It'll make this easier..." Unzipping the pouch, she shifted a little on the table between Hawkes legs to look over to different sized Sounds. They were a cool, smooth metal in varying thicknesses; all with a slight curve at the end. Before Corbin could begin, she wrapped her fingers around Hawkes cock and gave it a slow stroke, looking him over a little before scanning the different sizes again and going about lubing it up.

"Have you ever done this before? Or is it new?" She...had seen it done before, but she didn't have hands on experience. At least she did have a fantastic memory.

[crowboy]

"I ain't sure he can right now, Rae." That had been pretty intense, Corbin knew he'd be needing a bit of a break, and Hawke was definitely older than he was. When the older man started to groan and flail he gave him another deep, claiming kiss hand carding through sweat soaked hair, close enough that he could be held on to, though the wisdom of that move was suspect.

He finally pulled away after an even longer moment, pulling back with red lips to take a breath. "You need some help stayin' still?" There were anchor points all over the table and nearby, they could put Hawke in damned near any position they wanted and still be able to do what they pleased, which was pretty amazing when you thought about it. He might just cuff his hands to the table itself and trust that they would hold.

[defaulthawke]

At the first touch to his cock Hawke is yelping and trying to flail, hips jerking violently as he tosses his head and moans in pain. Still, although he has his hands free, he neither drops the ball nor makes any move to stop her. In fact, he grips the side of the table, obviously trying to force himself to take it.

The kiss is almost a relief. It lets Hawke pour all his whines and whimpers somewhere safe, shuddering from the effort of not pushing Rae away, shuddering from the heat and possession in that kiss. The question Corbin asks after isn't any better- his blood heats and a shiver runs down his spine at the words.

He nods frantically, hips still squirming under Rae's touch. "Yeah. Yeah, I can't- I'm trying."

Helpfully, the fairy overseer steps forward and deposits something on the floor next to them. It's a complicated-looking set of straps that go around the thighs, attaching to the table themselves. There's also another strap, separate, that can go over his hips.

barry tanglethorn

[defaulthawke]

from here.

"I want to watch you suffer," he corrects, caressing Barry's sack in a way that clarifies exactly what kind of suffering he means. "You're so pretty when you're desperate."

Garrett reaches down and kisses him deeply, taking Barry's mouth as thoroughly as he intends to take his body, and gently drags a thumbnail over that delicate, soft skin. Squeezes a little harder, rolling them in his hand, presses his fingers to the sensitive skin behind. Kisses down Barry's neck and bites hard at his throat, sucking at him until Garrett knows he's left a bruise, then sinks his teeth in even harder, fisting his free hand in Barry's hair.

[thescarletspeedster]

On tenterhooks from the pressure of Garrett's fingers around his sac, Barry shivers with anticipation of both pleasure and pain, his breaths coming quick in his chest until they stop outright. Garrett bites him, hard, and Barry chokes, gasping when those teeth leave his flesh.

"Hurts," he moans, yet it isn't a complaint. "God, make it last."

[defaulthawke]

Garrett growls low in his throat, arousal shooting hot through his veins at the sweet way Barry is falling apart for him. Again he bites, harder, yanking Barry’s hair more cruelly and reveling in Barry’s pulse against his teeth. There’s something savage and bestiary about it that he just can’t get enough of.

His hand lets go of Barry’s sack and seizes his nipple instead, pinching and twisting brutally. He won’t let up until he’s satisfied with whatever cry tears from this long, graceful throat.

[thescarletspeedster]

Lost as he is in the pain radiating from his throat, the sudden cruel twist to his nipple takes Barry entirely by surprise. He yelps, legs coming up on instinct to protect his soft middle, but just as the cuffs prevent his hands from flying downward, so too does the hulk of Garrett's body.

Completely unable to make the pain stop, Barry whimpers, panting, "Please, please, please."

Corbin and Barry

[defaulthawke]

From here.

The sight of Barry lunging forward to nuzzle hungrily at Corbin’s erection goes right to his dick, making Hawke lick his lips and murmur out a Good boy. He never imagined he’d enjoy seeing Barry with someone else, but this has been... incredible. Hypnotic. He never wants to stop watching.

“There are lots of ways to use his mouth,” Hawke explains warmly, backing up to the nearby chair and sitting down. He keeps the leash tight in his hand, but there’s ample room for Barry and Corbin to do what they do. “ with the vibrating, he can get you off in just a few minutes. But if you decide to really take your time, you’d be amazed at how much he gets off on it. It’s too bad you can’t enjoy both.”

He looks the boy up and down. Hawke isn’t sure how old he is, but he himself remembers being that young, and how little recovery time he needed. It’s a greedy thought, but he really can’t get enough of watching people fuck Barry’s mouth.

[thescarletspeedster]

Corbin pulls his fingers away, and Barry hears the telltale rustle of fabric shifting and puddling on the floor. He leans further forward, straining the length of his leash, but it's worth it when he feels the warm velvet head of a cock against his lips.

Barry moans, pulling it into his mouth immediately to lave at with long drags of his tongue. Held tight by the leash, he can't get far, but he dearly hopes that Corbin will have mercy on him and shift closer. Barry taps the vibrating tip of his tongue against the sensitive underside of his head to persuade him.

[crowboy]

Okay wow, he really did like sucking dick, didn't he? Corbin hadn't expected Barry to be this into it, but that was really damn hot. He slides his hands back through Barry's hair, moving forward enough that he can slide the whole length in. His dick wasn't anything to write home about, but it got the job done, and if Barry liked it then that was just fine. He gasped when the vibrating tongue settled under his head, his hips shoving forward. "Damn... Oh fuck sweetheart, that was good of you." His hips moved as he gently thrust into Barry's face, not forceful just... just there. "Not too much or you're gonna have me finish up too quick. Wanna take my time a bit." He could recover, yes, could always go another round, but he didn't want to have to just yet. He wanted to watch Barry fuck his mouth on his cock, to feel that wet heat and the way he sucked on him, the way his tongue could vibrate.

[thescarletspeedster]

In no hurry for this to end, Barry stops vibrating at once, lashes fluttering beneath his blindfold for the weight of Corbin on his tongue. They've barely begun, but Corbin sounds young and as eager as Barry feels, quick with his praise and even quicker to slide deep into Barry's mouth. He bobs his head, fucking his mouth on his cock with generous suction, though what Barry dearly wants is for Corbin to take him by the neck or fistfuls of hair and make him take it, fill his mouth and even his throat again and again, until Barry's breaths are short and stolen and his blindfold wet with tears.

rae and barry

[defaulthawke]

from here.

Hawke joins her on the bed, shedding his shirt in record time and reclining on the bed with his pants undone. His hand wraps around his cock and he strokes himself a few times while looking at her with a smile and lidded eyes.

"Come here," he invites, pulling her close for a kiss. He guides her hand to his enormous, pierced, uncut cock and wraps it around his length carefully, guiding her to start a slow rhythm of strokes. Apparently he's feeling domineering with everyone today, not just Barry- though the conversation curves back to him. "I can't wait to see him between your legs," he confesses, biting and kissing her neck. "He once came just from having a cock in his mouth. I can't imagine what this will do to him."

[raeganraven]

In life, Rae didn't like to be bossed around. It was a trigger for her brain to fight back but like this, it was so different.

There was an odd sort of hunger that she felt when the bed shifted under the much heavier weight of Hawkes body, and she watched him; taking in every shift of muscle, every sound of fabric brushing against another. It was when his hand wrapped around his own cock, that she almost shuddered, eyes lidding half mast as he stroked himself. There was absolutely no way she would be able to do what Barry could but she also couldn't find it in her to care.

The invitation was responded to immediately. Crawling forward the rest of the way like a surprisingly obedient cat, she slid into that kiss with little to no apprehension until her hand is taken and wrapped around him again the way it had been the first night. Except this time he wasn't sticky and pliable. He was the one more in control of things than she was. A fact that made heat pool between her legs, and made her heart race faster than she would have liked. She stroked him, turning her eyes away to watch her fingers moving over his shaft, the velvety flesh shifting under her grip and exposing the piercing again, a teasing bit of metal.

However, when Barry was talked about again, she looked back over to where he was tied to the bedpost and whimpered softly. Part of her wanted to untie him and pull him over into the pile on the bed, another part was curious to see what Hawke would do.

"I think, I want you to tell us both what to do instead." Rae tangled her free hand in Hawkes hair and tugged it hard enough to be able to see his face again, "That's what I want. I had control last time, I want you to have it this time."

[defaulthawke]

"Good," he murmurs with a hungry sort of smirk. Rae is incredibly pretty, and Barry is so soft and needy, and nothing sounds better in the world than having these two gorgeous toys to play with. "Take that off. I want to see all of you."

While she undresses the rest of the way, he tugs at her hair lightly (with a proprietary entitlement like he owns it, like he gets to touch anything he wants) and brushes a thumb over her lip, eyes raking over her hungrily.

leonard

[defaulthawke]

from here.

Garrett laughed and pulled out the plug so Leonard was stretched around the widest part, then left it there for a second. He had to grab for that ever-present little bottle of lube, allowing only the barest drip to slick the way before he held Leonard's hips still and pulled the plug out. It was too rough, too quick for any more banter- he tossed the plug aside, lined up his cock, and slammed inside in one brutal stroke.

"Fuck," he swore, bracing a hand heavily between Leonard's shoulders. "That's good, Len, perfect." Garrett immediately started in on a hard, unrelenting pace, giving the other man absolutely no time to adjust or catch his breath. "That's why we have rules- so I can fuck you any time I want."

peter

[defaulthawke]

from here.

"Well, more or less," he shrugs. It's more complicated than that, but this is sex, not the deep mysteries of the universe. "I've been with lots of those. I like to think I'm pretty good at it."

A little reminder for him. Being ordinary and human might be alien to Peter, but for Garrett it's every day of his life. It doesn't have to be such a scary thing.

[thwip_and_release]

Peter stares at him. He's never desired weakness. He lived with it the first fifteen years of his life, say what you will, there's nothing desirable about being helpless, but to be ordinary...to not have to worry about crushing Hawke beneath his hands, between his thighs...it's tempting.

"How does it work?" Peter asks, realizing belatedly that he's hard.

[defaulthawke]

"It's like... cutting a string, but temporary. Maybe more like stepping on the string. It takes all the extraordinary and shoves it back where it came from."

He scratches his head. Thinking about how templar powers work always gives him a bit of a headache.

"At least, that's how it works with magic. I'm not sure how that manages to translate to powers- I guess it's a weird inter-universe thing." He sighs and stands up, reaching out to bring Peter closer. "Showing is easier than telling."

It takes a moment to concentrate on calling up the power in his blood. Deeper than that- his bones, his essence, something small and weak but profoundly true at the heart of him. It always feels just a little bit cold, and a little too bright, and comes through his fingers like cool water over a burn, like fingers snuffing a candle and leaving only smoke. A moment to breathe (and again) before, with enormous concentration, he channels the power through his outstretched hand so that when it touches Peter's cheek, it takes all that power with it.

Doing this gently is hard. Normally he'd do this in combat, wielding what power he has at the end of a sword, with the adrenaline of a fight to add fuel to the tiny lyrium-starved flame inside him. It's harder still given that it's been almost a year since he's done it.

But he manages. His hand touches Peter's cheek, and suddenly the man is simply a man- with his voice snuffed almost to nothing. Like a bell jar placed around the power in him.

"How's that?" he asks softly, searching Peter's eyes for signs of fear or panic. His hand curls around the back of Peter's neck so he can pull the man in easily. "Remember, it's only a few minutes."

Public Use

[infernalwiccan]

His thumb moves to brush over the other's lower lip, tracing it.

"Good, because I haven't even gotten started yet." Eventually, his hand slides up to tangle through his hair and hold him steady.

"Open your mouth." His free hand moves down to unzip his jeans slowly. "Show me how much you want it."

[defaulthawke]

from here.

Fuck, the rasp in that voice makes him shudder, blood burning at the rough depth of it, the strength in those fingers, the intoxicating touch to his lip. Hawke squirms under the touch, wanting so badly to suck on whatever the mystery man has to offer, but wanting even more to be passive- to be good. The order, when it comes, is perfect: just when the man grips his hair and holds Hawke still (like scruffing a kitten, the way it makes him go weak, the tension in him slack from an aroused, relaxed sort of bliss-), set to the sound of a zipper that makes his mouth water.

"Fuck," he breathes, licking his lips before obeying. His mouth opens wide, jaw utterly slack, heart pounding with anticipation. Maker, this always feels so fucking good- better than it should, probably, and he suspects he's a bit fucked in the head about it. Getting off on being so roughly used in a way that shouldn't do anything for him. But it is good, it's so good, and oh god he wants it.

[infernalwiccan]

The way that Garrett seems to go lax in his grip when he grabs at his hair sends a sharp thrill through Billy. It sends a jolt right to his cock as he shifts his stance a bit.

Holding him steady, he guides himself to the other's waiting mouth, pushing inside. He licks his lips, already anticipating slick warmth coming around him.

"The fucking will happen after, I'm sure," he teases.

Barry voodoo

[defaulthawke]

from here.

Barry snorts. "I can think of many times that I have been plenty patient," he says, recalling all the times he's been tied up or held down or Silenced. He slides his hands up Garrett's chest, winding his arms around his neck to tug him closer.

"Are you seriously wanting me to go slow right now when you know how fun it is when I'm fast?"


*************


That earns him a nice hard pinch before Garrett drops his hands to Barry's waist with a laugh.

"Can you blame me?" Strong arms pull Barry's hips flush with his, bringing with him a shock of heat as Garrett gets completely under the shower's spray for the first time. "I can't exactly keep up without cheating."

[thescarletspeedster]

Barry's hands drag over his water slick skin, coming to frame his bearded cheeks to bring him in for a kiss. It's warm and wet and lazy beneath the water, and Barry ends it with a gentle suck to Garrett's full bottom lip.

"We'll do what you want, then," he says, dragging his fingertip over Garrett's scar, tracing the familiar silvery skin. "I don't want you to have any complaints."

[defaulthawke]

"I never have complaints," Garrett lies outrageously. "Anyway, you're the one forced to come in his pants in public."

So it's Barry's game, really. One hand slides up Barry's back, easily finding little freckles and moles under his fingers, tracing familiar patterns. He doesn't even need to search, he knows this body so well, and those lips that draw him in for another long kiss. The heat has him feeling lazy and happy, like this is almost too indulgent.

"Seems fair, love." Murmured against his lips, whiskers tickling ever so faintly at the suggestion of lips touching. "After doing all that to you- what do you want?"