I'M COMBINING TWO PROMPTS “Has anyone ever gone down on you?” + “Y’know, I’m really good with my tongue…”
TALEN’S BEING SINFUL | accepting
for all the orlesians that talen had the pleasure of meeting, he’d never found one so blatant as their dear inquisitor. and without the aid of wine even, he asked of filth with a coy weight in his eyes and a smirk that foretold the warden that he was in store for a long and incredibly FUN night. most creatures hungered for sex, not all, but most. and of all those that ari might have had the chance to bed the night he had chosen talen with those goading words and truly the warden felt blessed. the coy smirk of the blond is met on his own features, a straying hand curling into the inquisitor’s hip and caressing the seam of his fine tunic he’d rather see littered upon his floor. “and if i said i have not— would you be so keen on gifting me the pleasure?”
the next words simply sealed it. that wandering hand latched instead upon ari’s wrist and with as gently as he could he gave him a playful tug. surely they wouldn’t be missed from this social dinner, it was late enough. an excuse of going to bed early was easily fabricated and replicated. though perhaps the limp that came with tomorrow would give them away.
talen can’t even find himself enough time to get all the way to his chambers, they’re tucked away far enough above the gardens and out of the way of others no one would run into them if they simply happen to get started along the walkway. talen laughed quietly as he was braced against the wall by ari’s possessive hands, already tugging at his trousers and waiting for the mighty inquisitor to fall to his knees before him and claim what he had been hinting upon. and creators was ari’s mouth utter sin. both of talen’s hands sank into those blond locks and he bucked deeper, feeling the slick of a greedy tongue curled around his cock and sucking the life right out of him.
“ari—!” the keen was barely muffled between a bitten lip, eyes headed and twisted down to the younger man between his thighs, “don’t stop.”
