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grinded) wrote in bakerstreet2024-08-17 09:44 am
And the women... All shades of skin-white, black, cinnamon.
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Daario's loyalty may be to his coin, but it is a loyalty assured. Hal has paid for it upfront with the promise of greater riches and glory should their company safely make it across the borderlands they currently seek to overtake. Essos is a vast frontier and though they have carved out a small sliver of it for themselves, expansion is his father's dream. Though Hal may not agree with its urgency, he has committed himself to the front lines to better ensure that this war is not fought with a flagrant disregard for the lives of his men.
That understanding is the thread that ties him to Daario. It is the reason why he seeks his counsel when others begin to turn to reckless strategy. Glory on the battlefield is one thing, but senseless slaughter is another. On this, they are both unequivocally aligned and it is the basis upon which all their other understandings have been forged. A private language they have learned to speak with their eyes so that when Hal gives the signal, Daario knows to step forward. He is more than just the blade that cuts down whomever Hal wishes, he is the mouthpiece of his conscience which might have otherwise been muzzled by the political machinations of his father's men.
They are the reason Hal has to bite back his groans and stifle his cries. This weakness of his would be all too easy to exploit or, worse, outbid should they discover it. Hal cannot afford to let himself be leveraged so easily, but he also cannot stop himself from indulging in the heat of Daario's passion whenever they're alone. The ferocity is bruising in all the ways that Hal has grown to love. The aches that haunt him when they're done are enough to bridge the gap until they can next be together.
He lets Daario make a map of him, skin marked with the conquest of his mouth and fingers. Lands that belong entirely to him like the mountains of Hal's knuckles or the hills of his cheeks, even the expanse of his cock which throbs with ready enthusiasm as Daario's fist takes it in hand. This too is his and the voice that beckons him closer to the edge upon which he is already standing is enough to make Hal's body tremble. ]
No, [ Hal's laughter is strained, a guttural sound that is twisted by the way he moans. Stroked and stuffed and urged into giving himself over, he knows what this really is. What Daario seeks with every pump of his fist. ] You want to feel me come. [ The words are a filthy challenge, panted out with a smile that he bites into Daario's jaw, scraping his teeth over it and then down the length of his throat with a feral hunger he cannot stifle while his fingers tangle in Daario's hair to better speak against his neck. ]
You know how to get me there. [ His desperate urging is paired with the deliberate weight of his body rocking itself back onto Daario's cock and the twin sensations of being touched both inside and out overwhelms Hal into a stuttered, needy breath. He is already leaking, every inch of him rock hard and straining with the ache of too much pleasure. The kind that keeps his balls tight and his body strung taut as he tightens around Daario in tell-tale pleasure. ] So get me there. [ From anyone else, it might have been begging, but even in this, there is enough of Hal still present to make it sound just short of a playful command. ]
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So Daario takes particular enjoyment in dragging out any number of responses from him. So get me there. It echoes in his head, an otherwise simple phrase uttered in such a way that Daario knows he'll be thinking of it long after the night has passed.
That biting kiss against the line of Daario's jaw and down his throat has him stifling another sound, certain that were it not for his facial hair; there'd be clear evidence left behind of Hal's fervor.
He's bold, Daario thinks; bold and filled with conviction that's almost magnetic. He could so easily see him in the position which his father currently holds; and Daario hasn't held back with his thoughts on the matter. Hal would make a better King. Of that he has no doubt. He's told him directly. But he's not so foolish as to speak it aloud near the other men, or to even attempt to subtly influence them. It's too risky. All he can be to Hal while other eyes are on them is his hired sellsword. He can't afford for anyone to suspect there's anything more to their... arrangement, than that.
They absolutely cannot afford for anyone else to know of these nights they've shared. And while he longs for somewhere more private - somewhere neither of them has to worry about being overheard, where they could be free to indulge in each other without any type of restraint; if this is all they're afforded, he intends on making the most of it. ]
Gladly. [ The one word response is a rough, gravelly sound pressed against Hal's mouth as he tastes him for a moment; hand firm around his cock as he strokes him a few more times before spontaneously deciding to shift their positions entirely. While he could have happily stayed as he was - Hal riding him until they both toppled over the edge; he gives in to a more possessive urge. Barely managing to stifle the sound of protest when his cock leaves Hal for that brief moment, he's quick to urge him forward onto his hands while Daario positions himself behind him; delving back inside him in one deep, fervent thrust.
He leans forward, resting his forehead between Hal's shoulder blades for a moment, hair falling across his face as he struggles to get his breathing somewhat in order - his entire body shuddering. It's one thing to feel the tight fit of him while he's riding him; it's another to feel him at this angle. It's heady, dizzying, and he has to remind himself yet again that he must stifle the sounds of desperate, aching want. So he does, teeth grazing along Hal's skin as he starts to move his hips - slow at first, but quickly building in momentum. ] Come for me. [ He urges, reaching to wrap his hand once more around Hal's cock, a relentless pace as he drives his cock into him; over and over, again and again, the sound of their bodies meeting only barely muffled. The muscles in his thighs tremble, his body taut; not from fatigue but from holding back the release that's so close. The control he holds to is tenuous at best, and the sight of Hal's body before him only makes that control unravel all the more. ]
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The struggle to accommodate Daario is its own thrill most nights. That edge of pain and pleasure reminds Hal of the training grounds, where mettle is forged and later tested in tournaments or on the battlefield. Their new position is its own kind of duel; a clashing of interests where Hal knows he has to be quiet but the drive of Daario's cock at this new angle makes it impossible for him to suffocate that first, sudden cry that comes from being impaled. It is too much, the feeling of Daario overwhelms his senses, and Hal's body grows hot with shame as the awareness of how compromising such a position is makes itself known with each new noise he tries to bite back.
Taking a mercenary's cock while panting on his hands and knees is no position for someone of his station, but gods above, Hal can't bring himself to protest when every relentless thrust brings him closer to the edge. The forbidden quality of the act urges him into a kind of mindlessness that lets Hal truly come undone; all regality and poise abandoned as he bows with the pleasure of being fucked into from behind. The pale length of his back is exposed briefly, comet trails of the marks Daario has left behind with his teeth join a constellation of freckles, and in that moment as Hal stifles his moans into the crook of his elbow, he feels the entirety of his being held up by Daario's strength alone.
It is a brief moment of vulnerability that Hal gives into before pressing himself back up onto his hands to better meet the the roaming mouth at his back. He wants to feel the sounds Daario smothers against his skin. He wants the heat of his breath on the back of his neck. He wants to feel Daario everywhere. Anchored by a body that has him entirely wrapped up while Hal sheaths the length of Daario in turn.
It's a snug, trembling heat that squeezes tighter around Daario as that hand returns to Hal's cock. Already leaking and teetering on the brink, it doesn't take much to push Hal over the edge. The graveled demand is heeded without cheek, inspiring Hal's body to tense and then shudder with the release that pulses through him, unloading into Daario's fist with a strangled whimper. He shoots a hand of his own between his body and bedroll, grasping Daario's to try and still it from torturing his twitching cock. But even as he does, his words, rough and needy, bely the gesture. ] Don't stop. Fill me up.
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Because this is almost too good, it goes beyond pleasure into some new category without a name. He's stoking an already blazing fire, and somehow it's still not enough - chasing a desire that only becomes more intense with each passing moment. The way Hal can't contain that first cry, the way he struggles to stifle his moans into his own elbow; it's fuel to that blazing fire and his only response is to fuck him harder. To bury himself so deep that his own sounds of pleasure are only barely muffled against Hal's mouth as he eagerly kisses him. The wet heat of Hal's tongue, the scrape of teeth, it's too much. All of this is almost too much, but that will hardly stop him.
He drags his mouth along the nape of Hal's neck, pressing biting, sucking kisses against his pale skin and marveling at the redness that rises quickly to the surface. He feels it when Hal's about to come, that fluttering, that added tightness - it drags a groan from Daario that he presses against Hal's neck. When he shudders and finally lets go, Daario mutters encouragement near his ear, filthy praise as he feels his hand coated - slick and hot with Hal's release. He relaxes his grip when he feels Hal's hand, but those words only further incite him.
He raises up slightly, enough to grip both sides of Hal's hips, fingers digging in as he drives his cock into him with renewed fervor. Again there is the sound of their bodies meeting, skin against skin; and it's too intoxicating for Daario to slow down. He can only hope no one is walking directly outside the tent to hear it. Although, he'll admit to an undeniable thrill at the thought of someone hearing them - for all that he knows they're trying to avoid that, it's something of the forbidden that makes every nerve ending in his body light up.
Panting, hips jutting forward at a relentless pace, he fucks him until he starts to feel his abdomen tighten; then without much warning his release is upon him - a sudden, almost jarring pleasure that courses through his body as he spills himself inside Hal's body with a barely concealed groan. He pitches forward, one arm bracing his weight while the other wraps tightly around Hal's chest; his own chest pressed against Hal's back. ] Fuck. [ A string of expletives follows, along with Hal's name, murmured into his skin as his thrusts stutter and gradually slow to a stop.
His breathing is ragged as he presses lazy kisses between Hal's shoulder blades, enjoying the feeling of being sheathed in him too much to move right away. When he does eventually pull away, evidence of their shared satisfaction is sticky between their bodies, he hardly minds as he shifts over to lay on his back with a long, highly contented sigh. ] You're trying to ruin me. [ He accuses, teasingly fond as he gazes at him. ]
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It's almost impossible to hold back however after Daario drives him over the edge. The brutal thrusts that follow drive him forward onto his elbows, then his forearms, his body collapsing with the relentless drive of Daario's cock that he struggles to take in silence. His hitched noises are the bastard sounds of a whimper and a gasp, mindless prayers to the gods and to Daario that come out breathy and strained. Being taken like this is enough to keep his body wound taut, tight enough that he feels every twitch of Daario's cock when he finally follows him over the edge.
The sensation of being filled drives heat into his cheeks. It never feels any less filthy no matter how many times they do this and his body is still vibrating with the aftermath even after Daario pulls out to collapse beside him. Hal stays where he is for a moment, huffing laughter into his elbow at the remark before turning to rest his cheek on his forearm to look at Daario from beneath a curtain of dark curls. ] I'm dripping with you and you have the audacity to blame me?
[ His words are breathy and a little slurred. Clearly well fucked and momentarily sated, Hal shifts to lie back beside Daario, their shoulders the only thing touching in the aftermath as he tries to settle himself when everything still feels heady and sensitive. After a moment of just breathing deeply, Hal erupts into quiet laughter. ] Gods above that was loud. [ To their own ears, at least, but Hal is still very much aware that at least some of it could probably be overheard if someone had walked by. ]