...And six months later, there was a Second Fill! Definitely no match the the tasty original fill, but this PWP has been in my head for months because of this prompt and I finally put it to paper. If anyone sees it, posted way back here, here's hoping it amuses. :)
The inn they had chosen for the night was unremarkable, for the most part, but the single chair in their room - a plain wooden affair with sturdy armrests - gave Zevran an opportunity he'd been looking for in the past few days. He'd commissioned something a little unusual from a silversmith recently, and he'd been quite impatient to try it out. Or, more properly, to try it out on Darrian
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Something Unfamiliar [2/5]
anonymous
November 24 2010, 03:17:52 UTC
But then Zevran had returned to Antiva, and although he had done so in large part for the Warden's safety, he couldn't blame Darrian for the bitterness that seemed to linger in the other elf's heart, small and silent and sharp as a hidden blade. The Warden's time in Amaranthine had been harrowing, and unlike during the Blight, Zevran hadn't been there to help him. Worse, the assassination attempt Zevran had tried to stop from Antiva had occurred anyway. It had failed, of course, but the time he had spent re-immersing himself in the world of the Crows surely seemed wasted to Darrian
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Something Unfamiliar [3/5]
anonymous
November 24 2010, 03:19:26 UTC
Darrian flinched as Zevran slid the tip of the rod across his thigh and up along his sex, his sudden intake of breath clearly audible. The Antivan elf, on the other hand, kept silent as he stepped back for a moment and withdrew a small vial from his pocket. Quietly, he worked out the stopper and poured out some of the slippery liquid contents, thoroughly coating the carved steel before setting the vial aside. Holding the rod carefully so that it would not drip onto Darrian and perhaps provide a hint of his intent, he moved closer and gently encircled the other elf's cock with his free hand. As the assassin expected, Darrian tensed at his touch, but after a long moment where nothing happened, he relaxed slightly. Taking that as his cue, Zevran pressed the end of the rod lightly against the slit at the Warden's tip.
"You must tell me if this hurts, and we will stop," he said softly. Before the other elf could do much more than draw an audible breath of startled realization, Zevran began to slowly and carefully slide the rod into
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Something Unfamiliar [4/5]
anonymous
November 24 2010, 03:20:45 UTC
"'Please' what?" the assassin asked silkily before biting gently along Darrian's neck, not quite hard enough to leave lingering marks. Not yet, anyway. "Please... stop?"
"Nnno..." The word started as a moan and ended with a soft hitch in the Warden's breathing.
Zevran knew what the other man wanted, but he was toying with him now. "Please... do this a bit more?" Again, he slipped his finger through the ring at the end of the rod and drew it in and out with agonizing slowness. The Warden pushed back against the chair, an almost pained cry escaping his lips. The sensation of the rod stroking him from the inside probably wasn't enough to make him come, but it was clearly pushing him unbearably close.
"Please," the dark-haired elf tried again, the unfeigned entreaty in his voice sending a thrill down the assassin's spine, "touch me
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Something Unfamiliar [5/5]
anonymous
November 24 2010, 03:25:52 UTC
Saying that Darrian came hard was something of an understatement; the thick, white fluid shot out with almost alarming force as he cried out wordlessly, then continued to flow in little spurts for far longer than usual. It was another effect of the rod, and Zevran said as much before leaning in to greedily lap up the seed that dripped down the Warden's still-twitching cock, taking the other elf into his mouth briefly to suck away the sticky fluid. This drew an almost pained sound from Darrian, and realizing that his lover was far too sensitized at the moment, Zevran pulled away and laid a kiss on the inside of the Warden's thigh in apology.
While the younger man panted for breath, Zevran untied the soft ropes that bound him to the chair, wondering if he really had wrung the Warden out. It would put a damper on his plans for the rest of the evening, but it had been worth it, he thought, to see Darrian struggling against the ropes, to hear him begging for release
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anonymous
November 24 2010, 23:22:40 UTC
Thanks kindly! :) There definitely needs to be some more sounding!kink on the meme, even if it's incidental. XD As far as terminology goes, I think they get used pretty interchangeably, but I tend to think of sounding as using a longer implement. :3
Pairing: Zevran/m!Tabris
Kinks: bondage, sounding, toys, orgasm denial?
...And six months later, there was a Second Fill!
Definitely no match the the tasty original fill, but this PWP has been in my head for months because of this prompt and I finally put it to paper. If anyone sees it, posted way back here, here's hoping it amuses. :)
The inn they had chosen for the night was unremarkable, for the most part, but the single chair in their room - a plain wooden affair with sturdy armrests - gave Zevran an opportunity he'd been looking for in the past few days. He'd commissioned something a little unusual from a silversmith recently, and he'd been quite impatient to try it out. Or, more properly, to try it out on Darrian ( ... )
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"You must tell me if this hurts, and we will stop," he said softly. Before the other elf could do much more than draw an audible breath of startled realization, Zevran began to slowly and carefully slide the rod into ( ... )
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"Nnno..." The word started as a moan and ended with a soft hitch in the Warden's breathing.
Zevran knew what the other man wanted, but he was toying with him now. "Please... do this a bit more?" Again, he slipped his finger through the ring at the end of the rod and drew it in and out with agonizing slowness. The Warden pushed back against the chair, an almost pained cry escaping his lips. The sensation of the rod stroking him from the inside probably wasn't enough to make him come, but it was clearly pushing him unbearably close.
"Please," the dark-haired elf tried again, the unfeigned entreaty in his voice sending a thrill down the assassin's spine, "touch me ( ... )
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While the younger man panted for breath, Zevran untied the soft ropes that bound him to the chair, wondering if he really had wrung the Warden out. It would put a damper on his plans for the rest of the evening, but it had been worth it, he thought, to see Darrian struggling against the ropes, to hear him begging for release ( ... )
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BTW, what's the difference between sounding and plugging? They seem pretty similar to my inexperienced mind...
I suppose I could look it up but maybe I should do a prompt that requests both? :3
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These two aren't my usual kmeme pairing, and there's only one other fill with the two of them from much earlier in the storyline:
http://dragonage-kink.livejournal.com/328.html?thread=1066824#t1066824
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