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@faolch--dubh
“Hurry up.” He demanded, impatiently working to rid Declan of his shirt. They had time, of course, before dawn and Subhoiem’s return, but Ala wanted to use the wolf before his mind changed. “Gods you are big, arent you? I should have had you long before now.”
“He will skin me if he finds out.” Declan hissed, stepping from his trousers to reveal quite an impressive member and balls.
After narrowly avoiding being shot by Chesterfield’s men, “damn they’ve gotten better aim lately ... “ ((beag-gadi))
“Or you’ve gotten slower.” He smirked, ruffling his hair. “You have got to stay away from the town unless you’re with me!”
beag-gadi:
faolch--dubh:
beag-gadi:
“I have not!!” Michael huffed looking a little offended he had worked so hard to thrive in this new world so different then the city back home. The little werefox poured a bit, “.. I know but I didn’t want to bother you and I was just stopping by to look around …”
“And that is where you get in trouble.” The wolf chided. “You poke around, you got caught last time.”
“Only by the butcher and I got free last time too..” he followed him deeper into the woods heading back to camp.
Declan rumbled deep in his throat and said nothing else, as was his way, and shuffled through the snow.
King’s Dog
alaricseer:
faolch--dubh:
@alaricseer
Declan patrolled the borderlands, hunting criminals for his King. He did not find any that night, and returned to the palace. His King’s scent was in the bath, so he went there. The Dog laid down beside the sunken bath, panting lightly and waiting for Subhoiem.
Subhoiem stepped into the bath a moment later, settling within arms reach of Declan with a satisfied groan. Time to himself was a luxury, even when it came in the form of bathing.
“You are back sooner than I expected. I assume that means you had a quiet evening. So much the better, we could do with less excitement these days.”
The dog stretched, and took human shape to speak. “Yes my King,the borders are quiet. I will go out once more before sunrise, but it maintains its strength and quiet.” The big man was kneeling, his forehead close to the tile.
“Is there another way I might serve you tonight?”
Declan closed his eyes momentarily, feeling the shift of scent, and growled softly. “Little fae, you are dangerous.” The wolf surged, pinning Alaric to the bed underneath him, staring down at him with gold eyes.
“Isnt that what makes this fun? The thrill of it all…” He snaked his arms around Declan’s neck, his grin radiating victory, now that what he wanted was within reach. “Now, be an obedient pup and do what you’re told~”
He growled low in his throat and leaned down to run his tongue along Alaric’s neck. Declan didn’t dare bite, Subhoiem would notice that. His other hand worked to pull his belt off, then unbutton his trousers.
King’s Dog
@alaricseer
Declan patrolled the borderlands, hunting criminals for his King. He did not find any that night, and returned to the palace. His King’s scent was in the bath, so he went there. The Dog laid down beside the sunken bath, panting lightly and waiting for Subhoiem.
After narrowly avoiding being shot by Chesterfield’s men, “damn they’ve gotten better aim lately ... “ ((beag-gadi))
“Or you’ve gotten slower.” He smirked, ruffling his hair. “You have got to stay away from the town unless you’re with me!”
beag-gadi:
“I have not!!” Michael huffed looking a little offended he had worked so hard to thrive in this new world so different then the city back home. The little werefox poured a bit, “.. I know but I didn’t want to bother you and I was just stopping by to look around …”
“And that is where you get in trouble.” The wolf chided. “You poke around, you got caught last time.”
“I’m not breaking that bond, only bending it, and temporarily at that. By keeping me happy, you serve my King as well, so set your conscience at ease.”
Alaric’s words were honeyed, and his tocin slipped from the tips of his fingers into Declan’s scalp. The hound wasnt mortal, so it wouldnt be addictive or fatal, but it was still a heady aphrodisiac.
“Its only cheating if we get caught, but we can be careful, right?”
Declan closed his eyes momentarily, feeling the shift of scent, and growled softly. “Little fae, you are dangerous.” The wolf surged, pinning Alaric to the bed underneath him, staring down at him with gold eyes.
After narrowly avoiding being shot by Chesterfield’s men, “damn they’ve gotten better aim lately ... “ ((beag-gadi))
“Or you’ve gotten slower.” He smirked, ruffling his hair. “You have got to stay away from the town unless you’re with me!”
YOU LOVE FRONTIER AS WELL?! AHHHHH
I DO!!!! FRONTIER IS SUCH A GOOD SHOW!!
YESSSSS AHH DECLAN X MICHAEL IS MY SHIP THAT SIZE DIFF~~
-slides in- you rang?
Declan gave him a dark look, then knelt, taking one foot and beginning to unlace the sandal, caressing his lower leg. “You are impertinent and improper.” He rumbled, his pants tight.
“Such a sweet tongue on you, and such honeyed words.” Alaric’s grin was wide and unabashed; he’d more than found his entertainment for the evening. His fingers drifted through Declan’s hair, nails dragging lightly against the hounds scalp, not at all deterred by the looks.
“Do you want to know what I think?” The foot free of sandal pressed boldly against Declan’s groin. “I think you like it, and me.”
The pressure of the foot against his cock made Declan growl softly, or perhaps it was a moan. And the light scratches along his head made his hackles raise up, but in a good way. “You are bound to My King. And I am his faithful hound...you would have me marked for death.”
faolch–dubh:
He stared overlong at Alaric’s pale, blemish-free skin. “I am getting better. I am not used to having hands.” Declan said slowly, looking away. He felt a stirring in his groin.
“I imagine there are a few things you’re not used to, in that form.” Alaric turned to face Declan, perching on the edge of the bed once more. “Can you help me with my sandals? The laces can be tricky, and you’re so tall, you’ll have to kneel.”
Declan gave him a dark look, then knelt, taking one foot and beginning to unlace the sandal, caressing his lower leg. “You are impertinent and improper.” He rumbled, his pants tight.
alaricseer:
faolch–dubh:
Declan was suspicious but his sudden willingness to back down, but reached for the thin silk ties, unlacing them.
He gave a delicate shiver, letting the fabric pool down around his hips. Without a bit of shame, the Consort bent forward as he finished stripping, putting on more of a show than required. “You’re very good with your fingers, for having such big hands.”
He stared overlong at Alaric’s pale, blemish-free skin. “I am getting better. I am not used to having hands.” Declan said slowly, looking away. He felt a stirring in his groin.
The hound flushed and stomped over, dropping him onto the bed with a bounce. “Stop that, I am loyal!” He insisted, crossing his arms over his chest, glaring at Alaric, a hint of red in his cheeks.
“Oh of course, my mistake.” Alaric sat up, his expression carefully smoothed to hide the satisfaction Declan’s blush inspired. “Well, I suppose you’ve thwarted me.” He sighed, and began to unravel the silks that made up his outfit. “If I cant go out and have fun, and you wont have fun with me, I’ll simply have to retire for the evening. Be a dear and undo the ties at my back?”
Declan was suspicious but his sudden willingness to back down, but reached for the thin silk ties, unlacing them.
alaricseer:
faolch–dubh:
Declan sighed. “I will find a way to keep you suitably occupied.” He said, trying not to growled at the mention that he’d been staring. It was impossible not to stare at the Consort. “You are a peacock, even in Unseelie. It is impossible not to look at you.
“Mm sure, that’s why you were staring. I’m sure your mind was full of pure thoughts too, right? What would Subhoiem think.” At the very least, Alaric planned on goading the hound.
The hound flushed and stomped over, dropping him onto the bed with a bounce. “Stop that, I am loyal!” He insisted, crossing his arms over his chest, glaring at Alaric, a hint of red in his cheeks.
“Oh I will ensure you are well taken care of.” Declan said, carrying him back through the hallways towards Alaric’s chambers. “If i have to lock you in myself.”
Why did he have to be so damnably strong? It was both a turn on, and a nusance, making escape improbable. “But if you keep me occupied this evening, I won’t be tempted to slip out and cause trouble with someone else- it’s really an ideal situation. Besides, I’ve caught you looking at me before, did you think I hadn’t noticed?”
Declan sighed. “I will find a way to keep you suitably occupied.” He said, trying not to growled at the mention that he’d been staring. It was impossible not to stare at the Consort. “You are a peacock, even in Unseelie. It is impossible not to look at you.
Declan looked down at him, tilting his head. “Little Consort, I am loyal to my King.” He pointed out, picking Alaric up and carrying him back inside.
“Did you really just call me ‘little’- hey!” Alaric hadn’t expected that reaction, he was used to getting his way with little effort, and the added indignity of being carried didn’t help. “Think of it as doing him a service. You’d be making sure I was well taken care of in his absence.”
“Oh I will ensure you are well taken care of.” Declan said, carrying him back through the hallways towards Alaric’s chambers. “If i have to lock you in myself.”
He shook his head. “It’s not ass kissing if it is true. I was raised as his Hound.” Declan said, blowing out the fire on his pipe and setting it in a case for safekeeping later. “You are flirting with me, do you not understand what the King would do if he found out?” He had to keep the Consort out of trouble somehow.
“I guess we’d better be careful then, hm? I mean, he would be awfully upset.” Alaric’s grin was playful, as he sidled up to Declan and pressed against him. “I won’t tell if you don’t. It will be our little secret, as they say.”
Declan looked down at him, tilting his head. “Little Consort, I am loyal to my King.” He pointed out, picking Alaric up and carrying him back inside.
