Thank you so much @illarioappreciation and @lustaniasaxon for organising this week for Illarook fans out there <3
This week's work will be based within my modern AU "Dr, Who?" (which I am of course still writing, don't worry!), but seeing as last year's Illario appreciation week was all about "Of Houses, Hearts and hidden things", I thought it was only right to even it out. I also set out to challenge myself to ensure each day was 1000 words and under, which was bloody hard to do. I only have @kabsey to thank for helping me whittle my prattling down. I love you <3
NSFW Prompt: Flexible/Agile
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1000
Divider thanks to @firefly-graphics
Lilya stealing his favourite shirt normally would not be an issue for Illario, except he needed to be at a board meeting in two hours… and he had yet to prepare because he'd spent the better part of the evening before between her thighs. As she bounded through his penthouse in nothing but her underwear and his unbuttoned dress shirt, Illario, who was known to be quite speedy himself, could not keep up. She ducked through his arms and wove around the furniture, keeping his dining table or couch between them at all times.
He finally understood that this was not a sprint but a hurdles event, and she shrieked as he jumped on his pristine couch and leapt over the back of it to finally catch her. He pinned her against the closest wall, and she cackled so hard she struggled to breathe. He pulled her arms up to rest on either side of her head, and both of them grinned as they panted, sporadic laughter eking out of them as they calmed down.
"I need this shirt, Doc," he warned, his hands tightening around her wrists. "Why don't you play nice and hand it over, hmm?"
Craning her neck forward so her face came close to his, she nipped at his bottom lip, straining against his hold. "Never. You'll have to take this shirt off my dead body."
With a deep sigh, belied by the giant smile on his face, Illario shook his head. "Doc, give me some credit. I can get that shirt off your body without having to kill you."
"Prove it, Dellamorte."
Gladly.
Illario surged forward to claim her lips, causing Lilya to laugh – though her merriment was cut short by the way he laved and bit down her neck, her breaths turning into gasps as his knee slid between her legs. She found her favoured perch at the top of his thigh, already rubbing herself against him. Releasing her hands, Illario felt her fingers curl into his still-damp hair, drawing him even closer, her little whimpers more arousing than even his loudest previous partners.
Pulling up her right leg to his hip, his free hand cradled the base of her skull as he explored her mouth, and Lilya clawed at his back to encourage him to do more. Illario lifted her leg with every intention of putting it back down on the ground, only for his girlfriend to stretch it up and prop it against his chest, her foot bopping by his ear.
Illario was completely stunned. He had known she was bendy, but he had no idea she was… bendy.
His hand trailed up the back of her thigh and calf, pressing a kiss to her ankle as he pushed her back until she was flush with the white wall, stretching her leg slowly until it was parallel with her head, watching and listening to her for any signs of discomfort or pain… but there was none. Just the same cocky expression she'd held when she nabbed his shirt off the hanger in the first place.
"Maker, Doc. Aren't you just full of surprises?"
"Imagine how much more fun we could have if you did the same with my other leg," she taunted, voice shaking as his fingers pushed aside her underwear and stroked her languidly. "I can assure you, Illario, that I am—I am… o-oh… oh shit," she cursed as he slid them inside, shallowly thrusting them in and out of her.
"Tell me what you want," he said, blue eyes fixed on her face. He kept his pace maddeningly slow, and her position did not grant her the leverage she needed to roll against his fingers as she so clearly craved.
"I… "
"Use your words now, Doc. Isn't that what you always say to your patients? Use your words for me, and I'll do whatever you want."
"Fuck you."
"Is that what you want, or are you trying to use your words to hurt me?"
"Both."
Illario laughed and pulled back his hand and sucked his fingers clean. Lilya stared at him with a glazed look in her eyes. "Bend over on the back of the couch, arms crossed behind you."
Without any complaint, she padded over to the couch and pressed her hips into the back of it to anchor herself. Not a moment passed before his sure hands roamed over her shoulders and the backs of her arms, pulling down the fabric for him to kiss her bared skin. As he gently pulled her up to curve her spine towards him, Lilya rubbed against the noticeable bulge in his trousers and moaned at the feeling. She shivered when his hot breath fanned against her skin, his tongue licking along the shell of her sensitive ear. She started to shake as he told her she was beautiful like this, that she was so willing, so perfect and oh so… gullible.
A quick tug of the shirt from the sleeves, and she was left in only her underwear.
"All's fair, right, Doc?" he asked as she whirled to face him. "I have to go prepare for my meeting, and you have to go to work."
He smirked, slipping on the shirt, thrilled to see that the fabric remained pristine. The only discernible difference was the soft scent of her perfume on his collar and cuffs. He'd be able to smell her all day, though he did not know if that was a blessing or a punishment for tricking her and not following through.
Lilya's eyes narrowed at him momentarily before a serene smile appeared shortly thereafter. They hadn't been dating that long, but he already fucking loved that look.
"Let me guess," he began, pulling her hips against his and hooking his hands together to rest on her lower back. "I'm going to pay for it tonight, right?"
She nodded, pecking him on the lips.
"Then I will look forward to it. I'll even let you wear my favourite shirt."
To celebrate the upcoming Illarook week, I'll be dedicating this whole month to Illarook by reblogging existing art, fics, vp, and more. If there's a particular post you want me to share of yours, drop a link in the comments!
Thank you so much @illarioappreciation and @lustaniasaxon for organising this week for Illarook fans out there <3
This week's work will be based within my modern AU "Dr, Who?" (which I am of course still writing, don't worry!), but seeing as last year's Illario appreciation week was all about "Of Houses, Hearts and hidden things", I thought it was only right to even it out. I also set out to challenge myself to ensure each day was 1000 words and under, which was bloody hard to do. I only have @kabsey to thank for helping me whittle my prattling down. I love you <3
NSFW Prompt: Favourite Position
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Word Count: 835
Divider thanks to @firefly-graphics
He was at a bar, schmoozing the Nevarrans over cold beers in the private lounge. The polite men turned bawdy when enough liquor was poured down their gullets.
They asked him if he was in a relationship, and he confirmed that he was, relatively new but very good. The men, some older than him or around the same age, all laughed, clapping each other on the back as though he had just told them the best joke. And then they all leaned in closer to him with the most lecherous looks he had seen in a minute and asked him, So what's your favourite position to bang her?
Hmm. He had never taken the time to think about it.
Illario learned early in their courtship that Lilya rarely asked for the same thing twice. She was vivacious and worldly and desired variety.
Nights after a hard day she needed him to ground her; he positioned himself as an anchor, solid and unmoving, drawing her to sit in his lap, joining their bodies as he held her to him, his ear to her chest, listening to her heart. He'd let her take her pleasure as she needed, meeting her rocking hips with a deep thrust into her, his hands rooted on her shoulders to pull her down to him. With no space for even air to get between them, Lilya's head would loll back at being filled so well, her nails digging into him. When she was spent and collapsed over him, breathing in time with him, the tension would leave her body, as she understood that she didn't have to hold herself up alone.
Other times she demanded power, and he gave it to her freely – Lilya climbing on top of him, his hips, his face, his body a throne she was born to and had every right to claim. He'd hold her firmly to him, accepting the unspoken challenge to keep up with her, and each time he yielded gladly, letting her dictate the pace she wanted and take whatever he was able to offer as greedily as she pleased.
During days when she was extra needy, where a silent plea for his reassurance was required, his proximity was needed more than angle or act. Illario stayed beside her, pressed close and unguarded, letting the smaller woman be engulfed by him. Large hands explored her body, caressing the places that made her sigh or shake or scream. He let her see there was no distance between them, no invisible barriers she had to break through. Just him and her, their bodies speaking truth their mouths were not ready to say. He would never rush those moments or her, treasuring the way she looked at him as though he were saving her, and not the other way around.
But there were times when she needed to feel wanted, truly and unequivocally, wanting to forget everything else entirely when they came together. In those instances, he led, feasting on the way she let him take control, trusting in him to follow his instincts and take her where she needed to go. It was all about pleasure for pleasure, the wondrous give and take they had so naturally learned even on that first night together. Illario paid attention to every gasp, every whimpered plea, and found himself all the more aroused by being able to fulfil every need she had.
And above all – he never looked away. No matter how close he got, how intense or vulnerable he felt, or how many times her body begged for him to join her, his eyes stayed on her. He held her gaze even as her eyes fluttered closed as she succumbed to her peak, and when she opened them again, he would be right there, blue eyes claiming green.
I see you, all of you, and I am still here.
The businessman closest to him filled his glass again and told him to stop stalling, knocking Illario out of his reverie.
"Come on, man. Tell us! Or is it still yet so new you've not bedded the woman?" He snorted, ruddy face far too close, the smell of beer on his breath making Illario queasy.
These men didn't want anything more than a careless answer, something easy that sounded conventional and that they could all bark at and pat him on the back for.
"Doggy, in front of a mirror, of course."
Oh, how they cheered.
But the truth was much simpler and far less lewd than that, though oftentimes he and Lilya were not. Illario's favourite position was wherever Lilya needed him to be. Above. Behind. Beneath. Inside. It was wherever and however she felt best with him, felt safe with him. The position that granted him the view of realisation dawning in her eyes that she didn't have to ask because he already knew.
It was beside her.
As long as he was beside her – that was exactly where he wanted to be.
"Yeah. That's my favourite."
Tagging as requested: @jenn2d2 @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @davrinsleftpectoral
Thank you so much @illarioappreciation and @lustaniasaxon for organising this week for Illarook fans out there <3
This week's work will be based within my modern AU "Dr, Who?" (which I am of course still writing, don't worry!), but seeing as last year's Illario appreciation week was all about "Of Houses, Hearts and hidden things", I thought it was only right to even it out. I also set out to challenge myself to ensure each day was 1000 words and under, which was bloody hard to do. I only have @kabsey to thank for helping me whittle my prattling down. I love you <3
NSFW Prompt: Voyeurism
Rating: Explicit
WARNING: Mentions of stalking, surveillance, bribery, unconsensual voyeurism (including photography)
Word Count: 981
This scene takes place right after Chapter 21
Divider thanks to @firefly-graphics
"Do you trust me?"
"What kind of question is that, Illario?"
"An important one. Do you trust me?"
Lilya crossed her arms and nodded, but it was not enough for Illario. He wanted to hear the words. So he waited.
"Yes," Lilya finally replied. "Of course, yes. You wouldn't be here if I didn't."
He smiled at her, relieved, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you… Then you need to trust that you don't need to do this. We can –"
"This isn't about my trust in you, Illario. This is for me," she emphasised, patting her chest and pressing her lips together firmly. "I'm not ashamed. I'm not the one who did anything wrong. They want to release those pictures to the world? Then let them. But before they do, I'm going to make sure they know that I don't give a damn."
Illario looked around at her apartment. Every light was turned on. Each window was open, and it left them vulnerable for anyone to look in and see them as they were, standing in their underwear in the middle of her living room. To the neighbours, if they just so happened to look into Lilya's apartment, they'd think it was just a case of two exhibitionists getting their rocks off. But they were so wrong. This show was not for them; it was for those who had stolen her privacy, her safety, her peace of mind.
Lilya was doing this to show them it was not something they could decide to keep. It was hers, and she would get what she was owed.
Reaching behind her, she unfastened her bra, then moved to remove her underwear, discarding them both on the floor beside her. Even then, with times as dire as they were, she did not fail to stir his hunger for her. Stepping towards him, she tugged at the material hanging limp in his hands. The scarf.
"Where?"
"What?"
"Where do you want me to wear this? How?" she asked plainly, as if she was just asking if he wanted something to drink.
"Lilya–"
"Illario. Tell me. Would you like to bind my hands? Wear it as a gag?"
"Doc–"
"Tell me," she insisted, tying it around her neck like she was a present.
Gently, Illario pulled at the tails of the bow and reclaimed the scarf, its silk smooth to the touch. "Trust me," he said quietly, sincerity rich in his voice.
Lilya nodded, her large green eyes watching him take the fabric from her with a soft tug. He stepped toward her and smiled, kissing her slowly, not rushing or putting any pressure behind it. Carefully, he brought the silk to her cheek, rubbing her jaw with his material-covered knuckles. A shudder ran through her, and her hands reached out to him, fingertips finding his waist and drawing him closer until their torsos touched.
"I've got you," he reassured her as both of his hands moved to tie the scarf around her eyes. She stiffened against him slightly, but he could see the cogs turning in her mind reflected on her face. "I want you to wear this scarf like a blindfold. I have you. You are safe. Don't look or think about what's happening outside. Focus on what you feel, in here, with me."
Lilya let out a strained exhale and nodded. She had asked for this. Demanded it. And he was giving it to her.
Her heart was beating against her ribcage, blood pulsing through her ears as she stood to attention for him to make his next move. Slightly calloused palms traced down her arms, goosebumps rising in his wake. Slowly, he enveloped her in an embrace, his hands cradling her head and resting against her lower back, fingers splayed wide. Lilya could feel his warm breath tickle at her shoulder just before his lips met her skin there, kissing along the top of it before gently scraping his teeth against her. She found herself sinking into his hold, putting her faith in him once again.
Illario shifted his grip and picked her up easily, her legs wrapping around him to secure herself. A sharp gasp filled the otherwise silent room when his mouth latched around her nipple.
Were they watching again? Was there more of them? Were they getting off on the thrill of scaring her or from what they were witnessing? Or a sick combination of both?
A quick bite on her breast tore her from her thoughts, Illario's tongue circling the abused flesh in apology. "Only on us, Doc."
"H-How did you–" She swallowed the last of her sentence when he tweaked her nipple.
"I know you. How you sound. How you move. You're not a hundred per cent with me."
"I'm sorry–"
"Don't be. It just means I need to try harder."
Illario turned and slowly put her down on the single seater sofa, which had a perfect view of them from any point outside. Lilya willed herself to relax, to ignore the imagined flashes that may have been happening outside, and focused on the tantalising tip of her boyfriend's tongue running up one fold and then down the other, a deep, appreciative noise rumbling in his throat at the taste of her. Her hands found his hair easily, fingers lost in his dark strands, pulling at the roots when the flat of his tongue swiped at her clit, her hips bucking against his mouth of their own accord.
She no longer cared if there was one, two, or twenty lenses on her. All that mattered was being with Illario, the relentless pull at the pit of her stomach and the need to have him closer. Inside. To be stretched and filled again and again until both their bodies gave out.
Lilya hoped they enjoyed the show.
It would be the last one they ever had.
Tagging as requested: @jenn2d2 @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @davrinsleftpectoral
Thank you so much @illarioappreciation and @lustaniasaxon for organising this week for Illarook fans out there <3
This week's work will be based within my modern AU "Dr, Who?" (which I am of course still writing, don't worry!), but seeing as last year's Illario appreciation week was all about "Of Houses, Hearts and hidden things", I thought it was only right to even it out. I also set out to challenge myself to ensure each day was 1000 words and under, which was bloody hard to do. I only have @kabsey to thank for helping me whittle my prattling down. I love you <3
NSFW Prompt: Toys
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 834
Divider thanks to @firefly-graphics
Lilya's fingers squeezed the rim of her desk, knuckles almost bone white from the pressure.
Curse him. Curse her. They would ruin each other at this rate, and she didn't have the heart to care, only to ask him for more.
Illario had looked practically gleeful that morning when he got to choose the wearable vibrator she had to wear for the day, syncing his phone to it through the app. Not satisfied with the test he did at her apartment, he had to try it one last time as she exited his car. She had dropped her bag and her cioccolata calda in surprise, and he had merely grinned and saluted her as Marcel drove his employer away before she could murder him.
Illario had been kind enough to let her have a couple of hours to work; he knew Mondays were her non-clinical days when she caught up with all her admin and report writing. After lunch passed, the first buzz made itself known. It was so soft and short she almost convinced herself it was an accident. Until the next one. And the next one. The man actively teased her for an hour, estimating how long it might take her to come… and always stopping when she was close. He was eerily accurate. Lilya growled in frustration so loudly that Bellara rushed into the room, asking what was wrong. Lilya just said her damn Dictaphone was acting up again and that she had to re-do an entire report as Bellara looked at her apologetically before leaving her in peace.
Her phone buzzed almost in time with the toy, and she saw his name flash on her screen. Popping in her headphones, she answered her phone as steadily as she could, but she could hear Illario laugh.
"I can hear your breathing, Doc. Have you been running? Doing something strenuous?"
"Not at all."
"Oh? So you can keep going as normal?" he teased, lowering the speed of the toy.
Lilya made some pitiful, whiny sound she had never made before and wanted to die. After she came.
"What was that, Doc?" Illario urged, turning it down until it was almost off.
Promising retribution, Lilya heard herself saying that she'd do what he wanted; just let her come, for the love of the Maker.
"Don't say that I'm not a merciful man, Doc. Now, tell me how you're feeling. Describe it to me."
"Bellara is just outside!" she hissed, the sensation between her legs steadily growing as Illario increased the intensity. "O-oh… yes… fuck, Illario."
"That's not quite what I asked for, is it?"
So she told him, in graphic detail, whispering it into his ear like some dirty ASMR – the thrumming deep inside of her, the warm tingling that tickled at her folds and her clit…
Forming the words was all it took. She pictured him between her legs, sucking and flicking her most sensitive parts with that wicked tongue of his, and her toes curled in her heels. Her knees buckled together and her back arched clear off her chair, nails digging into her leather armrests.
She came quietly, out of necessity, only her breathing and airy gasps audible on the line. Illario said he could almost see her there, flushed and beautiful, boneless and glorious. He told her that when he got to her apartment that night, he was going to fuck her to within an inch of her life, and then start all over again. Then he admitted he'd never been as hard as he was then, so turned on just hearing the catching of her breath in her throat, and that he had almost come in his pants listening to her…
"Hey… didn't you have a meeting with the exec team around now?" Lilya asked, still catching her breath.
The silence on the other end of the line was all the answer she needed.
"I've chosen my punishment for you, Mr Dellamorte. You are to wear those headphones and keep the toy going until I say stop."
"Doc…"
"I hope you have a productive meeting, Illario. I wonder if you'll be able to focus on two things at a time. Let's hope they don't ask you to get up and present anything. The execs might think you're really into pie and bar graphs."
She could hear the faint background noise of the Dellamorte Holdings executive team mumbling in the background as the toy turned back on. She let herself picture him there: immaculate suit, perfectly schooled expression, sharp jaw set just a fraction too tightly to be relaxed. The image sparked something in her – more than it should have – and she chuckled at herself. Falling back into her chair, she focused on the feeling spreading through her once again, her mouth parting as she allowed a soft breath to fall from her lips…
She heard Illario clear his throat.
Lilya laughed out loud as if she hadn't just thoroughly ruined her man's afternoon, in the best possible way.
Tagging as requested: @jenn2d2 @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @davrinsleftpectoral
Thank you so much @illarioappreciation and @lustaniasaxon for organising this week for Illarook fans out there <3
This week's work will be based within my modern AU "Dr, Who?" (which I am of course still writing, don't worry!), but seeing as last year's Illario appreciation week was all about "Of Houses, Hearts and hidden things", I thought it was only right to even it out. I also set out to challenge myself to ensure each day was 1000 words and under, which was bloody hard to do. I only have @kabsey to thank for helping me whittle my prattling down. I love you <3
NSFW Prompt: Bound
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 983
Divider thanks to @firefly-graphics
"I don't know if I told you this before… but your job is really – like really – boring," Lilya said, sitting upon the stacked-up boxes of printing paper beside him.
Illario sent her a flat stare, and she grinned as he pressed the start button. Maker, he could scarcely remember the last time he had to use a photocopier himself. Probably when he was fresh out of university and his grandmother had made him and Lucanis intern in every department for a month to learn the business from the ground up.
"I don't know if I told you this before… but you're right. It can be. This part especially. Which is why I have an assistant, but someone convinced me it might be nice for her to finish early for once, so it's left to me to finish the work she would normally do." Illario gave her a pointed glare but could not stop a smile from peeking through.
"Don't blame me," she pouted, kicking the boxes beneath her with her bare heels. She had kicked off her shoes somewhere in his office after everyone had left for the night. "She was telling me that her husband is going to go overseas for two weeks. It's not my fault I told you that and you decided to be the kind, generous, magnanimous man you are and gave her the night off."
Illario huffed at her batting eyelashes and collected the pile of papers that had come out. Whilst he was tapping them against the top of the copier to get them in line, Lilya picked up a previously completed copy and flicked through it. Illario didn't care if she read the contents; it was nothing confidential anyway. Just one more booklet and then he could collate and bind them. The sooner these old bastards who wanted printed hard copies retired, the better.
"Oh," she said, her voice slightly clipped, as if she was surprised.
"What is it?"
"I… oh… oh, my," she giggled, clutching the pages to her chest.
"Doc, what's up? Is there something wrong with the pages?" he asked seriously, not wanting to stay even later to fix a mistake.
"I don't know," she said, looking back at the printout. "But you tell me if you're meant to have this in your report: 'Lavinia's breath hitched in her throat as her lover's hand skimmed up her thigh, his thumb toying at the edge of her underwear, his mouth at the pulse in her neck.'"
Illario's eyes bugged out. He had checked the damn pages himself. Twice. How the hell had that even gotten in there?
Lilya got comfy on top of the box and brought the page back up to nose to read. "'We shouldn't do this here, Ivan," she said, no weight to her words as he stripped her down to her lingerie in the middle of the boardroom. He lifted her as though she weighed nothing and lay her down on the oak table, spreading her legs–'"
Sighing deeply at the thought of redoing fifteen booklets, Illario picked up another set of pages and flicked through them and found nothing amiss. Three more sets found not a word wrong or a page out of place… which could only mean…
"'His tongue teased at her folds, her fingers carding through his hair as she moaned his name loudly over and over again as he–'"
"Doc."
"'Lavinia clutched at her breasts as she came, legs shaking around his head…'"
"'Doc."
"'Ivan licked up every last drop of her, unwilling to let any go to–'"
"Lilya." The way he said her name made her pause and drop the pages down, her eyes just visible over the tops of them.
"Hmm?" she asked, as sweet as sugar.
The absolute demon. He was so very tempted to tell her he loved her.
"Pray tell, dearest Doc. Are you reading… or are you projecting what you want to happen to you?"
"I have no clue what you're talking about. I am merely reading this wonderful report on… on–"
"The company presentation for the online gambling company, the Lords of Fortune."
"Exactly!" she said, smiling up at him.
Illario took the pieces of paper from her gently without bothering to look at the pages – he knew they would be perfect – and put them back on the pile beside him, ready for someone else to bind tomorrow. Picking up Lilya from her perch, he hoisted her over his shoulder and smacked her ass to quiet her weak protestations.
"Illario! What are you doing? Where are we going?"
"Down the hall to the boardroom."
"Why?!"
"Because I am honour bound to ensure that Lavinia and Ian–"
"Ivan."
"Thank you. Lavinia and Ivan are not the only ones getting off tonight."
"Honour bound?" she asked, grabbing his ass as he walked.
"Just as the booklets must be bound, so must you be, to this table." Illario gently sat her onto the table before he stripped off his shirt and pants, Lilya following suit until she remained only in her lingerie.
"Now what was it again? 'Lavinia spread her legs, and he explored her folds with his tongue…' Is that right?"
Lilya shrugged and smiled coyly at him as she slid back further to allow him to get onto the table with her. "It could have been. It's all such a blur."
"Tell me the story again, Doc. Let's see if I can make the words come to life."
An hour and a half later, the two lay on the middle of the boardroom table, short of breath and drenched with sweat, when Lilya began to giggle, really, really hard.
Unable to fight off his smile, Illario asked her what was so funny.
"I sure hope you don't plan to tempt the board with the same strategy as I did. Don't think it'll be as effective."
"I fucking hope not, Doc."
Tagging as requested: @jenn2d2 @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @davrinsleftpectoral
Thank you so much @illarioappreciation and @lustaniasaxon for organising this week for Illarook fans out there <3
This week's work will be based within my modern AU "Dr, Who?" (which I am of course still writing, don't worry!), but seeing as last year's Illario appreciation week was all about "Of Houses, Hearts and hidden things", I thought it was only right to even it out. I also set out to challenge myself to ensure each day was 1000 words and under, which was bloody hard to do. I only have @kabsey to thank for helping me whittle my prattling down. I love you <3
NSFW Prompt: Knives
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 887
Divider thanks to @firefly-graphics
"Shh, be quiet!" Lilya giggled, before Illario's lips slanting over hers swallowed the following words.
Scoping out the shopping centre newly acquired by Dellamorte Holdings had quickly degraded into "How many places could Illario sweep Lilya into to covertly make out with her?" with each time growing more heated than the last. As they walked through the bedding and haberdashery sections, their little rendezvous heated up so much that she was tempted to go back to the women's clothing section and pick herself up some new underwear; she was practically soaked through. Not that she was going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
Yet it was amongst the kitchen goods that Illario decided enough was enough. They rounded a corner where a couple of the lights had blown out – one flickering on and off menacingly – and he propped her up against the wall, her legs locking around his waist eagerly. Lilya did not stop him from pushing up her skirt around her hips, helping him to pull out his tucked-in sweater from his waistband and pulling her underwear to the side, both of them groaning as he filled and stretched her just right.
Lilya threw back her head and realised that they may have chosen the worst place to screw around – all around her were packaged knives hanging on the wall.
"Y-you're trying to kill me, Illario," she huffed, clinging to his shoulders.
Illario did not answer immediately, too invested in pulling back her bra so he could run his tongue teasingly over her nipple. A muted mewl escaped her, and she clutched at his perfectly coiffed bun to hold his mouth to her.
Illario released her breast and stole her lips, forcing her to moan into his mouth instead. None of the general public wandered the store, but an employee was liable to walk past them at any time. Her body was starting to tremble and stiffen in his hold, and he drove harder into her, shaking the display with more force than before. Lilya could see the knives start to jump along their prongs in time with Illario's thrusts and tried to will her mouth to form words, but all she could do was pant, whine, and moan.
"Shh, you be quiet." He grinned, the flickering light picking up the slightest sheen of sweat on his hairline from his exertions. She could tell he couldn't care less if she started screaming loud enough for all ten levels of the complex to hear her; he was too focused on watching her come undone.
The familiar pull in the pit of her stomach and the fluttering of her walls barely gave her notice of her impending orgasm. She hardly held a keen in the base of her throat as her cunt squeezed around his cock, pulling him over with her with a guttural groan into her neck. Illario almost lost balance as he came inside of her, stumbling forward to press her into the wall, both of them laughing, short of breath and still choosing to devour each other's mouths as they came down from their high.
When he was sure both of their legs were steady enough to move, Illario quickly pulled out and replaced her underwear to catch the proof of their risky quickie. The mere thought of his cum still between her thighs had him questioning whether they had enough time for a second round.
That was until he followed Lilya's line of sight on the floor around them. Dozens of knives lay at their feet, displaced by their… activities. Illario pulled a face and picked up a couple, hoping to find where each one belonged. He knew that Lilya would feel guilty if they had made a mess and someone else had to clean it up. Though after the first six or seven matches, Illario rolled his eyes and stepped out of their little den of iniquity and picked up a shopping basket, scooping all the knives in.
"I-Illario! What are you–"
"I'm buying them, Doc. I needed new knives anyways." He shrugged, holding out his hand for her to take. Lilya took it without any hesitation and smoothed down her clothes a final time before leaving the questionable safety of their slightly darker, flickering nookie nook.
"You do not need… twenty-three knives, Illario!" she hissed, her fingers squeezing his hand.
He snorted and let go of her hand to draw her closer to him, his arm lying across the tops of her shoulders. "Yes, I do. Like every good rich bastard, I use a knife and then throw it away after one use. What else am I to do with my fortune?"
She scoffed but smiled at him nonetheless. "Let me guess: everyone on your Satinalia gift list is going to get a bunch of knives this year, huh?"
"What… you don't think Lucanis will appreciate, uh… four paring knives?"
"Probably not, no."
"How about if I throw in this cleaver?"
"Well, if you add the cleaver–"
"Really?"
"N-No, not really!"
"I'll give them to Lucanis, Caterina, Fletcher, and Vera. I'll say they're all from you. They'll love it if it's from you."
"Illario Dellamorte. You are not going to tell your grandmother I got her knives for Satinalia!"
"It's okay. You can give her the cleaver too. Screw Lucanis."
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Thank you so much @illarioappreciation and @lustaniasaxon for organising this week for Illarook fans out there <3
This week's work will be based within my modern AU "Dr, Who?" (which I am of course still writing, don't worry!), but seeing as last year's Illario appreciation week was all about "Of Houses, Hearts and hidden things", I thought it was only right to even it out. I also set out to challenge myself to ensure each day was 1000 words or under, which was bloody hard to do. I only have @kabsey to thank for helping me whittle my prattling down. I love you <3
NSFW Prompt: Kneeling
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 980
Divider thanks to @firefly-graphics
This wasn't what he had expected when she said she had been inspired after visiting the Chantry.
He had received a text from her asking if he could pick her up after the evening service; they could have dinner and maybe watch a movie before turning in for the night. Illario had not counted on her falling asleep on him fifteen minutes out from his penthouse. If Marcel dropped them off in front of the building and he carried her in, any loitering paparazzi would get a picture of him hauling an unconscious woman to his home. Better to go to the parking garage – she'd either wake up by then or he could carry her into the elevator and ensure the attendant made no other stops along the way.
The only issue that remained was that the woman refused to be moved once they'd arrived. Each time Illario tried to lift her, she would grumble and turn away – adorable, yes, but equally annoying. Marcel cleared his throat to cover his laughter, and Illario stared up at him, deadpan, causing the older man to laugh out loud.
"Go on. Finish up for the night. I'll wait until this one is awake, and we'll head on up."
"Are you certain, Mr Dellamorte? I am more than happy to assist in any way I can…"
"I know. But I also know that it's your anniversary tonight, and you cannot be late, or your wife will kill you. And then me. So go on."
A minute after Marcel's departure, Illario started reading his emails. After two minutes, Lilya shuffled out of her coat and fell to her knees, shocking him as he was about to send a scathing email to his marketing team.
"Doc, are you okay?"
Lilya looked up at him as if everything was perfectly normal.
"Never better."
Illario felt her hands brush up his shins and rest at his knees, forcibly pushing them apart so she could fit in between them. He had been in this position more times than he could remember, but not once since the first time had his heart leapt into his throat with excitement. "Doc… this is wholly unnecessary. Very, very appreciated, mind you, but you do not need to do this."
Her hands skimmed up his inner thighs, and as her fingertips were about to reach the apex, her palms roamed over the tops of his legs. She squeezed him and smiled at the firm muscle beneath her touch.
"Doc?"
"The sermon today…" she said, a faraway look in her eyes as she continued to massage his legs, clearly pleased to see the rising tent in his trousers. "The Revered Mother spoke about giving thanks."
"Did she now?"
"Mm-hmm. Told us that we should take the time to give thanks to those who make our lives full."
"And I do this for you?" he asked, breathing a little heavier than before as her hands pulled at his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Lilya gave him a playful little pout and nodded her head to emphasise how much she agreed. Clever fingers skimmed over his hardening length through his underwear, and he sat further into the seat, all too easily acquiescing.
"You've made my life abundantly full."
"I don't think you're talking about your life at all, Doc," he chuckled as her fingers wrapped around his newly freed length as her other hand pulled down his underwear and pants. "I think you're talking about me filling your—"
His words were stolen from him at the feeling of her hot, wet tongue tracing random patterns on the tip of his cock, sweeping up the beads of pre-cum and humming happily at his taste.
"Filling my… ?"
"Your – fuck!"
He hissed at the sensation of her mouth closing around the head, her eyes closed, her hand ghosting over his shaft in twisting motions while sucking on him like he was her favourite treat. Lilya hummed a noise that sounded like she was asking him a question; the faint vibrations tickled at him, and he twitched in the seat. Illario swore he saw the corner of her mouth pull into a smirk. "You… you…"
After a few hard sucks with her tongue stroking him at the same time, Lilya pulled back and let her hand work at his length, her other hand gently massaging his balls in her palm — the power she literally held over him made him feel almost giddy. Illario gathered her dark hair in his right hand, curling it around his fist twice over, thumb caressing her smooth strands. He wanted to see her face, and he needed something to hold on to to keep him grounded. Something of hers within reach to touch and hold.
"Me? No, dearest, this is all about you," she said, with a saccharine tone he could almost taste. "I will kneel and give thanks for as long as it takes."
Illario's hips bucked when she ran her tongue firmly along the underside of his dick, a mirth in her eyes as she watched him buckle under her ministrations. "As what takes? Until I come in your mouth?"
A throaty chuckle floated past his ears as he shut his eyes and resigned himself to whatever fate she willed for him.
"Oh, if it were only that simple, Illario," she said, her grip around him tightening enough to make him groan. He could almost imagine being buried inside of her. "The sermon said to thank and to share parts of our souls."
"A-and that means…"
"That, my darling Mr. Dellamorte, means I will be here until I suck your very soul out of your cock."
It was then and there that Illario promised the Maker he would attend mass more often than just once a year. If not for his belief in the Andrastian faith, then for the inspiration at the very least.
