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[hellspains]

"Yes, fuck, just shut up and fuck me." Iago got impatient easily, especially when sex was involved. Jacob liked to tease more than he wanted, which was at all. Not that he would appreciate delaying a reward to savor it. Iago wasn't the type.

The noise of a lube bottle made him snort, and he almost made a smart remark about it but he decided to bite his tongue, a rare occurrence. Once again he was easily motivated by the lure of a good fuck. Iago didn't like to think too hard. He preferred animal comforts. Some people would call it an addictive personality. He didn't like to think about it.

"Beg?" He arched an eyebrow. "You want me to-" Jacob finished and he laughed, relaxing a bit at the roleplay. Iago wouldn't beg, but he'd pretend to. The line was thin but it maintained his dignity. Or whatever he thought he had.

"Yeah bossman, fuck me, please." He licked his lips and batted his eyelashes, slowly stroking his cock as he tried to push back against Jacob's teasing. "Fuck me with your big boss dick." Poet he was not. But he wasn't interested in one liners at this point, he was interested in being filled.

[hellspains]

"Thought this was a real job." Iago goaded with what breath he had left in his lungs. "Didn't take you long to- god- use me like you wanted to, huh?" He shot Jacob what might've been a glare if he'd been less fucked out when his performance was mentioned. Jacob wanted him to be sincere? Please. Iago didn't do sincere. At least not willingly. Consciously. He needed to be a good level of fucked up, either with substances or arousal, for any amount of sincerity to seep through.

But Jacob didn't slow down, didn't speak, didn't acknowledge him. That was fine. Better, even. Iago pushed his palms against the desk, digging his nails in. The friction against his skin felt good, almost grounding, as Jacob hammered into him, every thrust jarring his shoulders. He could feel Jacob’s cock dragging inside him, too thick, too deep. He couldn’t catch his breath, couldn’t think past the sharp agony-pleasure-pain-pleasure rhythm Jacob set.

He should've been used to this. Used to Jacob fucking him senseless. But Christ, Jacob was always so fucking intense when he was like this.

Iago's mouth went slack. Wet, embarrassing sounds slipped out. He hated how Jacob could pull them out of him. Hated that Jacob knew how to pull them out of him. Because Jacob knew him. Knew him too well. Knew exactly how to make him unravel. And Jacob used that against him.

He threw his head back. He didn’t want Jacob to see his face. Didn’t want him to see how much he needed this. How much he hated needing it. How much he hated himself.

"Fuck," he choked out. The word cracked. Vulnerable. Raw. Exactly what he didn't want to give Jacob. Exactly what Jacob seemed determined to rip out of him.

[faulknersbloodhound]

“Use you like I want to?” For a moment, Jacob slowed down, a boisterous laugh escaping his ribcage that was as bitter as it was sad. His cock twitched in the boy’s heat, smearing clear slick all over his inner walls, marking, claiming, painting his body inside out when he couldn’t claim his fucking heart. The laugh hurt. Tore at something deep inside his chest. Reached a spot that was embarrassingly soft and dangerous.

“Oh, kiddo, you have no fucking idea.”

A growl chased the laugh away, and Jacob tried to pretend it never happened, one massive hand sliding over the concave hollow of the boy’s stomach as if he could feel his cock bulge out the thin layer of flesh. Iago was always too fucking skinny.

“You have no idea how I wanna use you, kitten.”

Jacob’s cock slid in and out easily, every breath a huff, every thrust straining the muscles in his stomach and ass. Just a rutting dog. Just a goddamn stud. Just a tool for Iago’s insatiable hunger. Sex always had to do, when words or touches were too intimate. But Jacob was done being pushed around by a little drug dealer wannabe who tap-danced on his heart like it was fucking doormat. He pulled out with a groan loud enough to be heard outside his office, drawing delicious strings of clear slick with the tip of his cock from Iago’s quivering hole. They tore and clung to his swollen cock as he sat back on the chair. Fucking delicious. Fucking beautiful.

“This is a real job, fuckhead. And since you can’t seem to operate a fucking xerox machine, I’ll tell you what you’ll do, kiddo. You’ll sit on my dick and ride me and put in some fucking work, cause yeah, this is a real job. You’ll fucking drain my balls like there’s no fucking tomorrow. ‘n when you’re done, you’ll go home, change into the white lace stuff I bought you and come back, and you’ll spend the rest of the day warming my cock under the desk. Maybe I’ll even give you a raise if you’ll do well. ‘n like that, I can at least keep an eye on you. So c’mon. Sit on my dick, kitten. Ride me like a champ."

[blignick]

[homunculus-argument]

yeah golden retreiver boyfriends are great and I've met several personally, but personally I have a house cat boyfriend

extremely affectionate despite of seeming aloof and politely distant to unfamiliar people

my friends have seen him irl less than 5 times in the five years I've had him - if I invited people over he would hide under furniture until they're gone

haha you got up from your work desk, time for unskippable 35 minutes of kisses and cuddles

can and will throw up out of sheer anxiety because Things And Events Are Happening that do not even involve him in any way

can instinctively sense exactly when I am going to decide I'm done bedrotting and will climb on top of me to cuddle exactly 3 minutes before I was just about to get up

can be placed sideways on any soft surface at any time of the day and immediately takes a five hour nap

cannot eat or drink in unfamilair places. can and will go 16 hours without food or water if the situation is uncomfy.

unhelpful but valiant efforts to try to protect and rescue you from things and situations that he would personally hate being in, out of not understanding of Why Are You In There Voluntarily

will come show me incomprehensible memes the same way a cat will bring you a random bug. thank you. I do not understand it but I know you brought it to me because you love me.

[faulknersbloodhound]

@hellspains

[syzygy-yzygy]

So sick of dog motif what about cat motif.

I love you but we don't love the same. I can't be near you when you want me to be. Your love is smothering and your need to keep me safe is trapping me. I'm my own person but I don't know how to show you that. I lash out and hurt you even though I don't mean to. I need you to move slowly around me or I'll bolt. I love you, even though I don't say it. If you stay still I'll sit next to you, and even though we don't understand each other we can be together like that.

[syzygy-yzygy]

@aspengrown this is the rawest possible addition to this post thank you

[mylordshesacactus]

and also:

cat love as in I am small and scared and all of my instincts and my experience and your vast power say you're a threat but I am choosing to trust in your kindness despite my fear. you could kill me with one hand but I know you won't.

cat love as in I can tell you are upset and I don't understand why so I will sit stiffly beside you and awkwardly provide the only reassurance I know how to give. I am uncomfortable with every single moment of this but it is what you would do for me.

cat love as in I am small and powerless but I will curl up back to back with you and stand guard while you sleep and I will mean it with every fiber of my being.

my cat Nepenthe was a former stray behavior case at risk of euthanasia because she kept mauling potential adopters. on her second week in my apartment--having already attacked me multiple times without provocation, I will add, I wasn't special, she needed genuine help--she slinked out of the bedroom yowling at me. when I went to check on her she kept walking back and forth until I followed her, where she insistently paced between my feet and her hidey-hole in the back of my dresser, increasingly distressed. about three seconds after she gave up and hid, an absolutely torrential rain front hit. she didn't understand yet that we couldn't get wet inside. she'd been trying to warn me.

she didn't know me yet, but she knew I hadn't yelled at her when she hurt me. she knew I hadn't tried to hurt her back. she didn't understand why she was attacking me; those episodes probably scared her more than me. she knew I "shared" food with her, and that I asked before touching her. and she went out of her way to bring me into her safe space, to protect her friend.

cat love as stiff hesitant uncertain acts of service that are devastating in their sincerity, as well.

[naamahdarling]

I'm sorry, I had a response to add on, but now I'm crying over your cat. Oh my god.

[glorioustidalwavedefendor]

cat love as stiff hesitant uncertain acts of service that are devastating in their sincerity, as well.

He had the awkward tenderness of someone who has never been loved and is forced to improvise.

Isabel Allende, from The House of The Spirits

[rottenwhimsy]

x

[faulknersbloodhound]

@hellspains

[kill-the-head-2023]

[unstablecryptid]

[le-immorte]

Credit ▪ Diggie Vitt

[hellspains]

"Yes, fuck, just shut up and fuck me." Iago got impatient easily, especially when sex was involved. Jacob liked to tease more than he wanted, which was at all. Not that he would appreciate delaying a reward to savor it. Iago wasn't the type.

The noise of a lube bottle made him snort, and he almost made a smart remark about it but he decided to bite his tongue, a rare occurrence. Once again he was easily motivated by the lure of a good fuck. Iago didn't like to think too hard. He preferred animal comforts. Some people would call it an addictive personality. He didn't like to think about it.

"Beg?" He arched an eyebrow. "You want me to-" Jacob finished and he laughed, relaxing a bit at the roleplay. Iago wouldn't beg, but he'd pretend to. The line was thin but it maintained his dignity. Or whatever he thought he had.

"Yeah bossman, fuck me, please." He licked his lips and batted his eyelashes, slowly stroking his cock as he tried to push back against Jacob's teasing. "Fuck me with your big boss dick." Poet he was not. But he wasn't interested in one liners at this point, he was interested in being filled.

[faulknersbloodhound]

“Hm. Next time you should wear some of your lacy things under the suit, dickhead. The white ones. But we gotta work on your performance.”

Jacob had seen Iago beg.

High or drunk off his ass, with a whiskey bottle and Santa hat on that stubborn fucking skull of his and a lopsided grin on his stupid face. He’d seen Iago beg for something else, too, had seen him beg Jacob to stop, almost like a dream, like a nightmare, unwanted and horrible. It was a thought Jacob liked to push aside, before it could take roots. Before it could fester and swell in unwelcome places and he could ask himself what that meant. And worse, what he’d done.

Jacob had seen Iago beg.

And it wasn’t… whatever this was.

Something about the laugh and the snort hit hard. Harder than it should have.

Something about it was almost demeaning, almost insulting.

And not even the miserable little lie, this poorly crafted illusion, not enough to be believable and too much to laugh it off, could save Jacob from his own mind. Something about it stirred up that old, ugly realisation again.

A big dick and a wallet. That was all he was worth.

Feral like a dog. And just as loyal. Just as stupid.

And he’d known it from the start, hadn’t he?

But if Iago only wanted a big dick, he could have that.

With a growl, and despite his souring mood, Jacob finally pushed forward, into the place that promised sweet relief and oblivion. Where he could forget about love and rejection, about humiliation and loyalty. And maybe, just maybe, for a moment or two, Jacob could even pretend.

Yeah, if Iago only wanted a big dick, he could have that.

So Jacob didn’t hesitate, didn’t give the boy any time to adjust. And once he was balls deep, stretching that tempting little hole wide, once the first shiver down his spine had subsided, Jacob started fucking into the kid’s heat without restraint or mercy, almost pushing him off the fucking desk.

If Iago wanted him to shut up and fuck him, he could have that, too.

[knock-thedoorandrun-blog]

- Ash Stymest

[jihelle-deactivated20190205]

Ash Stymest photo Lowe Seger

[ashstymestchildoflondon-deactiv]

[cute-catts]

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[mrgolightly]

[dear-ao3]

if you can't fix him, put him in lingerie.

[faulknersbloodhound]

You don't have to care about me.

Funny.

Since that was all Jacob had started to care about. Caring about Iago. Making sure he was safe and happy and comfortable. To the point he had cats pissing in his shoes now.

Funny that this had become the centre of his life.

Funny that Iago so flippantly dismissed it, too. That to the boy, it didn’t seem to matter, at all. A sacrifice so vast and painful, thrown into the trash can within the blink of an eye.

And above all, funny how his cock already stood attention at the frantic fingers working his belt, hard and ready and insatiable as ever. Leaking into his briefs so eagerly, as it had done ever since that first time. He’d never gotten enough of Iago. He never would.

An obedient dog, conditioned to respond to a signal, from head to cock. It was ridiculous to think about it.

Fuck, had he even locked the fucking door?

The fear remained an afterthought in the back of his mind, even as he reached down to open his zipper, the metal too slippery and too small in his giant hand, the area around his bulge rather crowded with too many fingers trying too frantically to get his dick out.

“Fuck… I should…” It wasn’t like him to stammer and stumble over his own words, but urgency drained thought and blood from his brain quickly. He let go of Iago’s tie to finally get that goddamn zipper and button open. “I should… I should *really* work…” The protest was weak and unconvincing, especially with his dark, dripping cock springing free like an eager puppy. *Especially* as he pushed Iago down to the ground with one strong and heavy hand on the boy’s shoulder as he let himself fall back into the chair, Jacob’s dick bouncing right in front of his nose.

“God, I’ll fuck those thoughts about threesomes and sharing right out of your skull. You hear me?”

[hellspains]

"Save it for the jury." Iago quipped, more focused on getting Jacob's pants open than coming up with a good one liner. Finally the man's cock bobbed free and Iago dove in, swallowing it down as much as he could in one go.

He was already envisioning being bent over Jacob's desk and fucked, his own cock hardening in his already tight suit pants as a result. He dove in, licking a stripe up the base of Jacob's shaft before starting to fit as much of it down his throat as he could. It was hard, no pun intended, given Jacob's size- Iago could put in the effort when he wanted though, and he soon had swallowed a good amount, one hand wrapped around the base to help.

His free hand reached down and pulled his own hard cock out, stroking it and moaning into Jacob's. He wondered how much of a mess they were making. Whatever, he'd clean it up after. Or make some poor janitor do it. Everyone in this building was overpaid anyways.

Iago banished further distracted thoughts and redoubled his oral efforts, hoping to skip to the point where Jacob would get impatient and bend him over properly.

[hellspains]

Iago said something very snarky in reply but it was entirely lost due to the cock in his mouth. He considered his point made.

Jacob's thrusting was exactly what Iago needed to lose himself in the act. The overwhelming of his senses, the world narrowing to the ache of his cock and the dizzying lack of air, it was the best rush outside of heroin Iago had found.

As soon as he heard the word fuck he whined yes and redoubled his efforts, like sucking Jacob's cock good enough would make the man fuck him faster, as if he wasn't giving him initiative to keep getting his dick sucked in the process.

That didn't seem to matter in the end though. He was moaning and drooling and rutting into his own hand one second, and the next he was choking in a different way, Jacob's hand at his throat was making the blood rush to his head. He registered the kiss and the desk being cleared before he got a breath of air and a minute to tug his pants down. The next he was on the desk and Jacob's massive cock was at his hole, their lips meeting again as he tried to actually kiss back this time.

"Jacob" He slurred, not quite recovered from the blowjob or the breathplay. "Quit... teasing."

[faulknersbloodhound]

“I’ll take that as a yes, kiddo.”

Things hadn’t been always like this. So simple and so complicated at the same time. Every conflict either solved by booze or slammed doors or a good, hard fuck.

Things hadn’t always been this easy.

When restlessness had driven Jacob out into dirty bars and infamous clubs, whoring around to fill the void in his chest that only ever kept growing. And strangely enough, Iago had made himself at home in that  void in his heart. Skinny little twink, filling a hole the size of the universe.

The loneliness was still creeping into the cracks of Jacob’s soul sometimes, whenever his brain had enough blood to actually think and ponder about the nature of their relationship. When he wasn’t yelling his lungs out about shoes in bed and yet another pair of expensive shoes ruined by cat piss. When he wasn’t balls deep inside that hungry little ass.

He hadn’t even thought about the old man in a while, had he?

So this must be what happiness felt, or, at the very least, whatever equivalent of happiness Jacob deserved.

No, he hadn’t thought about Faulkner, or the clubs and dirty bars in a while. Who would have thought that his cock would be perfectly happy with one set of holes, at least for the time being. That his poor, hopeless heart had somehow outwitted his dick with the idea of love.

“Oh, you’ll know when I’m teasing, shitbird,” he growled, wondering briefly when exactly Iago had dropped those pants, and decided it didn’t matter either way. Had he even locked the goddamn door? And hadn’t he wondered about the exact same thing only moments ago?

If he thought about it, this had been bound to happen.

He must have known that the only thing Iago would be good for as an intern… was to look pretty in a suit and to suck his dick.

In the end, that was fine, wasn’t it? If it meant spending the day together.

He must have known. This little wannabe drug dealer with a hungry mouth and even hungrier dick wouldn’t just sit down and do as he was told; this boy with his dirty, insufferable mouth with endless backtalk and insults, not even entirely unlike his own, and maybe that was the strangest revelation of all, because maybe they weren’t quite that different. A mouth that could be so easily, so quickly stuffed full of dick, until Iago was humming around his cock, like he had been, before Jacob had replaced cock with tongue and hot breath.

But Iago was right, too, so Jacob growled, reaching for the drawer with the lube. Jesus, it had come to that point, after all. He actually kept lube in his fucking desk drawer.

No, he’d known.

He flicked the bottle open and squirted some on the monstrosity that was his cock. Not that he needed to. His cock was wet and ready and Iago probably still fucked open and dripping with Jacob’s come from whenever they’d last fucked – and that couldn’t have been too long ago - thoroughly marked inside out. Just like Jacob liked him.

And still, he was being nice, so he slicked himself up before positioning the head of his cock against the boy’s hole again, ready to push in, ready to be swallowed by a body even greedier than his own.

“How about you beg for it, dickface? Huh? Be a nice little intern and say please. You wanted to call me boss-man, didn’t you? Now’s your chance, Iago.”

[andorology]

brooding men who cannot communicate their feelings if their life depended on it are only hot when they're fictional. if i have to deal with one in real life i will curse him and pray for his downfall every night before i go to bed

[kestrel-tree]

It's because the writer communicates their feelings for them. If people wanna pull that off in real life they need to hire a guy to walk around behind them narrating.

[bananonbinary]

#can i be the guy#ill narrate SO incorrectly#theyll all learn how to talk for themselves just to shut me up (via @cirrus-grey)

i'm loving the implication that this isn't something they hired you for, but something you'd do as some sort of public service.

[ahedderick]

[ramblingandpie]

[Image description: Screencap from The Witcher. Geralt is walking. Jaskier is behind him, arms spread wide, clearly talking and/or singing. End description.]

[faulknersbloodhound]

@hellspains