Fistful of Muses

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*brushes off the dust*

damn ive not been on here in an age. I’m gonna try to clean up the muse list at some point this week and try being a bit more active here again. not sure 100% whos staying and leaving but i think the htgawm muses are gonna be gone at the very least. i still like the show but im like 2 season behind and cant say i really wanna write connor or oliver anymore

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sixheartsaflame‌:

   Illya’s words were a positively filthy promise and Napoleon could only nod his head in agreement. His hands fisted in the fabric along the other man’s waist so he could keep an obvious bulge of arousal pressed firmly to his thigh. However, staying pressed impossibly close against the tree wouldn’t get them to their desired outcome any faster and he eventually pushed away when a taxi came rolling down the empty street. Napoleon yanked Illya into the taxi with him and then pressed himself to the taller man’s side as soon as he finished giving the driver directions. His blue eyes were cast to the scenery that passed by through the window, a perfect expression of boredom on his face even as he laid his hand on the other man’s thigh. His open palm idly pressed and rubbed over the confined length of Illya’s erection on the drive to their hotel.

     The grip keeping his erection pressed to Solo’s thigh was enough to make Illya groan, head dropping to the other man’s shoulder as he tried to keep himself put together. Thankfully, a taxi came quickly enough and the taller agent was quick to follow his lover into the back seat. Arm wrapped around Napoleon’s waist when the man pressed against him, pulling him as close as possible as he tried to count the minutes it took to get back to their hotel. The sudden weight of a hand on his thigh has Illya tensing in his seat, eyes shooting down to Napoleon’s hand as it shifts to rubbing over the bulge in his trousers. Fingers reach until he can pinch Solo’s wrist. “Остановка. Я сказал тебе, что не хочу кончать, пока не окажусь внутри тебя. Ты сделаешь это невозможным.”

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   Illya could feel Solo tensing up before he actually came, swallowing down the moans that passed through open lips as he felt warm spurts hitting his hand. “красивый…” He drops kisses all along Napoleon’s jaw as he works him through his orgasm, not stopping his hand until he’s sure he’s gotten every last drop from his lover and hears a whine at the stimulation. The hand that had been on his hip slides until his arm is wrapped around the other’s waist, helping to keep him upright as he catches his breath. “What can I say. You bring out the worst in me.” Illya hadn’t been like this with anyone in a very long time before Napoleon came along, and even then he certainly had never been this fiendish with anyone before. “As soon as you collect yourself, I will get us a taxi. It’ll be faster back to the hotel.” Illya pulled his hand from Napoleon’s pants at last, examining the mess on his fingers before holding his hand out to the other. “Clean your mess, Cowboy.”

   Napoleon let slip a warm huff of laughter at Illya’s reply but didn’t bother to respond in kind. His limbs were lax yet feeling as heavy as they always did after his partner wrung an orgasm from him, and he chose to focus on the arm keeping him steady rather than the irksome mess in his pants. If they weren’t in the middle of an empty street with his back to a tree, he’d say that he could stay like this for as long as he pleased. His eyes fixed on Illya’s as he wrapped his fingers around the wrist of the offered hand and brought it to his lips. Sex before Illya hadn’t exactly ever been boring but the afterglow and promise for more certainly had never been this intense. His tongue flicked between long fingers as he sucked them into his mouth to clean up the bittersweet taste of his own release. “ You think I’ll have enough time to suck you off in this taxi, Peril. Or will that have to wait… ” he grinned when fingers were drawn out from his lips with a wet pop. His words were mostly teasing, intended to poke and provoke because his body was definitely still too loose and thrumming with pleasure to be efficient at such a risky endeavor.

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The Russian watched with hungry eyes as Napoleon gripped his wrist and brought his fingers to plump lips. Eye lids fluttered as heat coursed through Illya at the feeling of a warm tongue lavishing over and between his fingers, licking up every last drop of the butter liquid covering his skin. Illya doesn’t even bother responding to the question once his fingers are released, instead pulling his lover into a hungry kiss, rocking his hips down against the leg still between his own so Solo can feel how much harder he got from the display a moment ago. “нет. Wait for the hotel. I don’t want to come until I’m inside you.” Though, at this rate, that won’t take very long.

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sixheartsaflame‌:

   There was no sound more appealing to Napoleon’s ears in these stolen moments of passion than Illya’s Russian accent growing heavy and thick with desire. Police sirens could be blaring towards them and the noise would pale in comparison to the growl of his lover’s voice when his native language was spilling off his tongue. Napoleon was caught in Illya’s grip like a fly wrapped in the spider’s web and he eagerly basked in the weight of the other’s body grinding against his own. However, he felt frozen on the proverbial edge as Illya worked him with skillful strokes of his fist, unsure what he was waiting for or what would finally push him over the edge until he got it. The taller man’s hush command, an order Napoleon would never dream of saying no to was exactly what he needed to hear. His lips parted against Illya’s mouth in a muffled and wanton moan as his body gave in and the tension that stretched tight from his lower gut to his balls finally snapped, which caused him to spill a sticky mess into the confines of his slacks and over his lover’s hand. “ Illya… Illya, ” he sighed his partner’s name like a dying man speaking his last prayer and rode out his orgasm. Napoleon’s hands clutching to the bigger man in a manner that would almost be bruising if it wasn’t for the pesky layers that remained between them. “ — Can’t remember the last time I got off in my pants like some lovesick teen. You’re a terrible influence… ” Napoleon teasingly remarked between harsh breaths, if only to fight back the emotions that swelled in his chest.

    Illya could feel Solo tensing up before he actually came, swallowing down the moans that passed through open lips as he felt warm spurts hitting his hand. “красивый...” He drops kisses all along Napoleon’s jaw as he works him through his orgasm, not stopping his hand until he’s sure he’s gotten every last drop from his lover and hears a whine at the stimulation. The hand that had been on his hip slides until his arm is wrapped around the other’s waist, helping to keep him upright as he catches his breath. “What can I say. You bring out the worst in me.” Illya hadn’t been like this with anyone in a very long time before Napoleon came along, and even then he certainly had never been this fiendish with anyone before. “As soon as you collect yourself, I will get us a taxi. It’ll be faster back to the hotel.” Illya pulled his hand from Napoleon’s pants at last, examining the mess on his fingers before holding his hand out to the other. “Clean your mess, Cowboy.”

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sixheartsaflame‌:

   Napoleon had seen Illya’s hands do a lot of things, from failing to pick locks to leaving men standing upright and unconscious but none of those things compared to moments like this. His breath catching in his throat when long fingers went from working his confined erection through thin fabric to making quick work of his zipper and clutching him in a bare fist. It was as much a challenge to keep his thoughts straight as it ever was, hips bucking into Illya’s grip as he half-choked on a conflicted whine. The feeling of Illya’s fingers, strong and deft, around his thick girth only made him yearn to feel them inside him even more. “ This isn’t fair… Too many damn layers, ” he groaned out, no concern for volume or their surroundings. It wasn’t just anyone that could make Napoleon momentarily curse fashion and he held tightly to the only man that could do just that. His teeth scraped against the strong line of his lover’s jaw as he rolled his hips and shifted around until it was his thigh pressed between Illya’s legs. The position was awkward and clumsy but so good in all the right ways. The fabric of his suit feeling far too constricting around his chest as he shoved his thigh up against the promising weight of Illya’s own confined arousal. “ Fuck — me… You’re gonna make me… ”

     Napoleon has always had ways had ways of knocking the breath out of Illya, and one of the fastest ways to do it is when he sees the other man so aroused as he is now. The feeling of a heavy erection in his hand is enough to have his mouth going dry, wishing he could do more, but this would have to suffice for now. Illya would make sure to nail down a taxi to get them back sooner once they’re done here. “That is rare statement from you.” Illya couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath as he said it, turning into the teeth against his jaw, the scrap sending a shiver up his spine. Napoleon shifted against the tree, and for a second Illya thought he’d changed his mind about doing this outside, then a knee was sliding between his legs and all such thought flew straight out of his mind. “черт...” He ground down once against his lover’s knee before resuming his work on the thick cock in his hand. “That is idea, genius.” Illya captured already slightly puffy lips with his own, nipping the lower one before devouring in a heated kiss, his hand working faster over the other, pausing only to pay special attention to the tip. His thumb teased over Napoleon’s slit, smearing the precum that was there as he rubbed the opening over and over. “Come for me, Napoleon.”

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sixheartsaflame‌:

   For just a moment, there’s a part of Napoleon that was at war with itself about this. A part of him that hated being made the desperate one, the one without control but when it came down to it — he trusted Illya enough to give in to what the rest of himself was craving. And wasn’t that a funny thought, unequivocally trusting the man you once tried to put two bullets in. His life never did go the way he planned it, though. “ I distinctly remember being thrown out of a place in Beijing because of a similar situation to this… But I’d rather not wait, ” he answered because he wasn’t fooling himself or Illya. Nor was he in any real hurry to move. The bark of the tree scraping against expensive fabric as he pushed into the taller man’s knee and used his grip on Illya’s hair to drag him down into a demanding kiss. His future complaints didn’t matter with the taste of his lover currently on his tongue.

   He can see the internal struggle through Solo’s eyes, but Illya knows what will win in the end. He can feel his lover’s erection against his leg, even before the man actively grinds it against him, knows he won’t want to wait until they can get all the way back to their hotel. Given the amount of mud and muck, though, Illya can’t say it’d be comfortable or sanitary to actually fuck Napoleon here. Maybe if the weather had been nicer. “You’ll have to tell me about it. Later, though.” He lets himself be pulled into another heated kiss, one hand sliding from his lover’s hip, down until he can cup and stroke him through the tightening material of his trousers. Illya can practically feel the heat radiating off the other through the fabric as he strokes, deft fingers following the outline of the other’s arousal from base to tip and back a few times before finally opening the button and zip to slide his hand inside and really get a hand on him.

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sixheartsaflame‌:

   Napoleon had made a career of being hypervigilant. He’d gone from watching his own back to avoid fights with his peers that he couldn’t win to watching his surroundings to find the perfect mark, and now it made him an exceptional agent. But the world was almost too easy to forget in comparison to Illya, as if the other man was larger than life itself. His hands splayed across his partner’s chest as his back hit the tree and he expelled a soft grunt. He wanted to part his lips and be a smartass, turn things around and off of him but he couldn’t under the Russian’s intense gaze. “ You, Peril, ” he answered as he reached up to run fingers through the hair at the base of Illya’s neck. “ I want you out of these damn clothes. On top of me. Inside me… ” The last words were whispered against the brush of lips as he tugged on the other’s short blond hair.

     Napoleon grunted and it just succeeded in further setting Illya on edge. He wanted more, wanted to hear the other man groaning in pleasure that only he could give him now. The grip he had on the American’s hips tightened when he felt fingers in his hair and those words were uttered against his lips, causing him to push in until their bodies were pressed flush together and Illya could get his knee between two thick legs. “Our hotel is not close. I’ll happily defile you against this tree, but something tells me you will just be mad about the damage to your suit after. Can you wait or should I find us some place nearby?” He knew there was a decrepit looking little hotel up the road, he’d seen it when they first got into town. It was the closest place if Napoleon couldn’t wait. 

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sixheartsaflame‌:

   Napoleon couldn’t exactly deny Illya’s words and not just because he was kissing the man like he could steal the very oxygen from his lungs. He had simply never felt this way for someone before and didn’t know how to put words to it, and flustered was one thing Napoleon Solo didn’t do. “ I let you cover me in dirt and constantly ruin my clothes in haste to get them off. I think that speaks for itself… ” he huffed out, words punctuated by a bite to Illy’s lip that’s quickly soothed by the shorter man’s tongue.

    This is easy. Despite how they’d started, it was easier than Illya would’ve thought to fall into a relationship with Napoleon after they’d completed their mission in Istanbul. Neither man was one to talk about their feelings, but even so, he loved teasing the other man into admitting his own feelings even if in only small amounts like this. “да. But why settle for that when I can make you say it.” The bite to his lip has Illya reacting, pushing until he has the other man pinned against the nearest surface, which given that they’re still outside from his own muddy slide down a hill, ends up being a tree. “Go on, Cowboy. Tell me. What you want right now?”

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sixheartsaflame‌:

   “ Like I’m going to give you any more ammunition to inflate your ego. You’re already insufferable enough as is… ” Solo sighed and then reached out to tug Illya in close by his collar. His partner’s lips were captured in a demanding kiss so he can finally cut the conversation short, no longer concerned with the mud that had started this whole thing.

     “You can’t blame me being curious. You never talk about these things. If either of us is insufferable, is not me.” He doesn’t fight being tugged in by his collar, though, satisfied smirk firmly planted on his face that he got the other so flustered he couldn’t answer anymore questions. Illya happy to return the kiss with a firm grip on Solo’s hip to press as close to the other as possible, effectively covering the whole front of the man’s suit in mud.

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sixheartsaflame‌:

   “ Please, feel free to stop gloating. It’s not a good look on you… Both. Because it’s not just about what you’re like in bed. After all, you were stuck in my head long before we actually took this thing between us to the sheets. ”

    “I will. At some point. So tell me, what else were you thinking about me besides how I am in bed? And how does reality compare, I wonder?”

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sixheartsaflame‌:

   “ Well, isn’t that just a pleasant mental image… Those women were practically a part of the mission and an ego boost, as always. They weren’t a distraction from the mission, they were a reminder of why I do it instead of taking the time I’d serve in jail for my crimes. The men, though… Simply put — It’s you, okay. You’re the common denominator when it came to them. You’re what I couldn’t get out of my head and they were all just pale imitations. ”

    “Is it? You’re saying you want me to pin you down? There, that wasn’t so hard, was it? I had not... bedded you yet. So, you saying they paled... was based on your imagination of how I would be in bed or you saying that now after I have bedded you?”

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sixheartsaflame‌:

   “ When did this become an interrogation ? Need I remind you that we were on a joint mission. What good would it do me to bed someone for the entire night ? I needed to stay focused on the mission so I simply did what I could to make sure that was the case… The fourth only happened after we got the news that Rome wouldn’t be our only mission together. When I had the time for an actual bed but that was just — a disappointment. ”

    “ Please. If you were being interrogated I’d have you pinned down so you couldn’t escape my questions. Currently, you are free to walk away at any time. You bedded two women for full nights, what about those men made them any different that they would’ve been a distraction? Perhaps, more importantly, what made the fact that we were going to have another mission mean you had to go find another man and have him bed you for a full night? I can’t see why us working together again would’ve caused such actions.”

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sixheartsaflame‌:

   “ You know, I’m a little insulted. Here I am trying to share my expertise and you say it’s born out of desperation. When the simple truth is that we all can’t be as robotic as you. A bed isn’t everything, after all, and it’s not really needed for fellatio. Which is what three of those instances were, quick and mutual interest indulged in bathroom stalls. Kind of like how we met. The fourth, well… That’s a whole other story. ”

     “ Was it not? If it wasn’t that you were desperate for some reason, you would’ve properly found a man or woman to share the night with, as you did with the hotel receptionist our first night. So, what exactly would’ve made you that in need? Though it does sound like the fourth may have been more of what you really were looking for. “

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sixheartsaflame‌:

   “ Well, you see, little Illya — The thing about men is most of them tend to have far lower standards than women when it comes to intercourse and are willing to go without a bed. Or an exchange of names. ”

    “ Do not call me little ever again. I’m mostly curious of the timeline. We were in Rome... two days before Victoria drugged and captured you. And the day before that you spent all day charming her whilst Gaby and I dealt with her uncle. I can only assume you found your four men sometime after blowing up Victoria. I’ll admit, I am also somewhat curious as to what manner of man would have had you desperate enough to forgo a bed. “

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sixheartsaflame‌:

   “ I wasn’t aware you had such an invested interest in the people I take to bed, Peril. But to answer your question: there were two. And that’s two less than the number of men I slept with while in Rome. ”

      “ Yo- Ho - When did you find time to do four men? No. Forget question. I don’t need to know. ”

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sixheartsaflame‌:

   “ You may embarrass me when it comes to close quarters combat in latrines but you only embarrass yourself with all your little assumptions… I don’t recall saying anything about dressing like this to attract women. ”

   “ Ah, forgive me, I had no idea your suit choices were intended for anything with legs. Remind me, how many women did you sleep with when we were on our mission in Rome together? “

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sixheartsaflame‌:

   “ It’s plenty practical to blend in with your surroundings and look good while doing it. You on the other hand, stick out like a big Red Peril thumb. ”

   “ And this is why I was so easily able to beat you in that toilet. And in front of your handler. How very embarrassing. Maybe if you’d been wearing something better for movement and less for attracting women, you would’ve had more of a chance. “