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Jim really has to stop worrying about what he has to do to serve Illario, how he needs to entertain him, and keep his interest. This is a partnership. They look after each other. Not that they take it in turns- but they both have an equal responsibility to each other, and as Jim is yet to learn, themselves.

But Illario thinks it's going to be a long road, if Jim ever gets to that point. He's not built to be selfish. Perhaps that is why that balance so well - Illario only knows how to put himself first. Taking care of Jim, taking some of the weight from his shoulders? It's helping him unlearn that.

"You'll be good. You don't know how to be anything else for me, bello." Illario murmurs, and once the gag is tied, spends a few seconds admiring how gorgeous Jim is like this, naked and unashamed, those blue eyes looking up at him, wanting to please. He has no idea how deep Illario's feelings go. He leans in, kissing Jim's cheek and strokes through his hair. "You're perfect."

He can't resist a moment more, idly petting, admiring, before he pulls away to get the other silk. Not, this time, a thin length of fabric, jet in colour, but a bundle of actual rope. It is silk, unbelievably strong, and incredibly soft, gentle, on the skin.

"Just listen to my voice, and relax. What we're going to do is something a little like dar-saam, Qunari knot-work. It helps ease tension, it gives support, and it feels good. We're going to start simple, to see if you like it. If you don't like it, or it's too tight, or you need a moment, immediately let me know."

He gives Jim a moment, and because at the moment he's unbound, he can touch the rope if he wants, feel it, get used to it.

"I'm going to start with a chest piece, around your torso, around your shoulders, around your arms. It's like an embrace. Are you happy with that?"

Jim's eyes slip half shut, a little shiver coursing up his spine for the praise and fingers through his hair both. Yes, he quite likes This bit. And when the rope comes out, Jim's first thought does drift to Taash and the corded knots she wears each and every day.

He nods to the instruction. Even lifts up his wrists toward Illario in a show of permission given. It's just rope, and to be honest it looks pretty soft. How bad could it be?? The struggle, Jim thinks, is going to be when Illario decides it's time to work him up and take him apart and THEN not being able to move.

"Mmh~"

"Good boy." Illario murmurs, the words soft, gentle, and he leans in again, brushing his lips over Jim's cheekbone and then as Jim holds out his wrists. "Such a good boy."

He trusts so openly and easily, so beautifully, and Illario knows that he doesn't deserve someone to trust him so much. Someone to allow him this much faith. He won't waste it, he won't ever betray Jim in such a way. He wants to prove himself, on top of making this good for Jim. So carefully, he begins to tie the knots, ensuring they aren't too tight, won't pinch or rub. He's skilled in this, but this is more special than when he's done it before, with someone he genuinely cares for.

The knots are intricate and beautiful, closely wrapping from the wrist and almost to his elbow, pressing Jim's forearms together, spending the time it takes to make a mental note of every little scar, every mark, brushing his thumb or fingers over them as he works.

"What people don't realise," He says, voice soft, "Is that this is a way to connect with your lover. Intimate and tender, to learn every inch of their skin. To love every inch of them."

Perhaps he's a fool to trust Illario or Any Crow so fully. Make himself so vulnerable to a people who could take such advantage of him. But he has slept here, before. Has been bare and vulnerable with no way to defend himself. This is not so different from those times. It would just make it more difficult for Jim to get away should something happen.

It's just. He doesn't think anything will. Doesn't believe Illario wants anything bad to happen to him anymore. If Illario won't trust himself, Jim will trust enough for the two of them. But it Is a choice. Not an oversight.

Jim tips his head so he can watch Illario's fingers work the knots. His gaze follows Illario's hands, head tipping this way and that to get a good view over what the man is doing. He's never seen anything like this so close up before, and certainly not in the process of being knotted. Though, as Jim imagines, Qunari aren't doing this for sex reasons day in and day out. Still. It's pretty.

He didn't think he could be pretty anymore, with his scars and after how much he's changed since his days as a pretty lordling sequestered safely away in an estate. At first his brows clearly furrow when Illario brushes over an old sword scar at his upper arm. He doesn't lean away from the touch, but his gaze flits up...Only to see Illario still looking at him as though he were the most beautiful thing. They widen then. Just a little.

"...Mm?" Interest. And a little bit of awe.

"When we have sex, I like to look at you. Touch you. Kiss you. But I'm so eager to have you that I don't make time to let you know how much I admire everything you are. The man that is Jim Kirk."

Jim doesn't understand how Illario sees him. There are scars, yes, but they tell a story. A man who was pampered but caged, who broke free and then has dedicated himself to others every day, every week, every year. First to the Inquisition and the people of southern Thedas. Then, when he was Blighted, he took himself to the Wardens and kept fighting. He took control of his destiny, and every mark earned on that journey is part of him. Part of his loyalty and bravery and his kindness. Part of the man Illario has fallen for.

The design is coming together: fairly simple rows of rope linked by square knots. It has a little give but feels strangely supportive and cradling. Illario pauses when it's done, sliding his hands down the design to the back of Jim's hands and cupping them with his own.

"It means a lot to me, that you trust me. I want to prove you can. I want to be by your side."

"Hm..?" He'd been halfway to giving a muffled chuckle, eyes half lidded while he basked in the praise. But the genuine compliments to things other than his looks have him tipping his head again. He truly doesn't understand how Illario sees him. He's not really ever considered himself much more than a spare son or a scout his entire life.

Even now...

It's Varric's team. Varric's job. JIm's just keeping things together in his stead while the dwarf convalesces. And doing not a great job of it by his own estimation given how things just keep seeming to get worse.

But the job is later. It's outside these walls where Jim finds his arms bound together peering up into Illario's eyes when the man's hand covers his own bound together as they are. He nods when Illario speaks about trust. Even though it's not a question.

Because he does.

"You're being so good again, bello moi," Illario says, knowing full well he's just talking again, talking and talking because Jim will listen to him, unlike the guards or the servants who have been warned about lingering too long in case he tries to charm them. His little visits to the cafe or the night markets of Treviso really don't scratch the itch either. Still, he can at least laugh at himself: "While you're the very definition of captive audience, you're not here for my company-deprived conversation, si?"

Better instead to get on with making Jim feel good, to move on to the slightly more complex knotwork. He picks up another length of rope, still the same soft, flexible silk, just thinner, and shifts to set it down on the edge of the bed.

"This is where I need you on your knees for me. Like that very first time hm? After we sparred. I think about that far too much." He says, helping Jim into that position- it's harder, with your hands tied. But for as bad at jumping as he can be, balance doesn't seem to be his problem. And once he's there? Illario makes a low noise of pleasure, leans in, and kisses Jim despite the gag- stroking his hands up the man's naked inner thigh, and towards his cock.

"These knots are going to be a little more intimate, amore. Like a hand around you, keeping you hard, making you feel so good. I think you'll like it."

Better for Illario to talk and fill the air. Jim also loves to run his mouth but he can't right now and that's already starting to get to him a little. He's blushing for all the praise, watching the Antivan work and only once gesturing for Illario to stop.

Not because of any problems, but--with a bit of muffled noises and turning Illario will eventually figure out--so he can itch Jim's back for him where a bit of the rope tickled him too much.

"Mn?" A tilt of his head. Up. Up and on his knees. Jim can do that. He's moving before Illario gets up to help him with determination. Planting his bound fists into the bedding to anchor him as he leverages himself up. Then Illario is there, helping to steady and brace Jim so he can shuffle upright. He makes a soft huffing noise. A triumphant little 'ha!' that comes out just as "hhh!" for the gag once he's gotten himself there.

All the better to enjoy how Illario seems to react to seeing him like this. His brows lift eagerly, so pleased to be wrapped up in tanned arms and showered with kisses. And then he makes a startled noise of pleasure himself to feel Illario's other hand stroke up his inner thigh.

"Nn~ mnh~!!" His cock gives a lazy twitch but ultimately gets passed up for the time being. He groans when Illario pulls his hand away in clear complaint. But then hushes. The other is still explaining the next bit. He glances down toward his own cock, then back to Illario. "..mm?"

You're gonna tie him up there???

Illario doesn't need to be a mind reader; he just needs to look at those lovely eyes, and he knows what Jim means.

"Yes, bello, I mean your cock. I want you to be hard and aching and enjoying this. That is the point, after all." He murmurs and then presses another kiss to Jim's mouth beneath the silk and then to his throat, finding the pulse point and nuzzling in.

"You know what I love? When you're so turned on, so hard and aching, and that beautiful cock weeps for me." He murmurs into Jim's skin, then lets his hand curl around the length to stroke, slow and satisfying.

"Once your cock is bound, I'll do your legs. And then your chest, where it feels like an embrace. Are you ready for that?"

Well, Jim Is trying to make it clearly obvious what he means, too. So there is that. Illario understanding means he's doing a half decent job of communicating, even like this. He shudders a little as Illario zones in on his throat. At the first graze of teeth so gentle against his pulse point.

He groans long and low and deep. For both the touch and the image Illario paints. Especially because hot on its heels Illario begins to stroke him hard. The Crow's fingers are wicked and Jim cannot ever get enough of them. He lifts up on his thighs into the strokes before long, rocking into Illario's hand as much as he's allowed.

But soon even this will be taken from him. And that brings another flush of color to his face. He shudders once more and then like before he nods. He's not backing down now.

"Good boy." Illario purrs again, letting Jim rock into his touch, letting him enjoy that bliss. "You have no idea how much I want to give myself to you when you're like this."

His fingers uncurl, murmuring a soft apology that he's stopped, and gently begins with the neck series of knots. A loop around the root of his cock, another around his balls, and then a series of carefully spaced knots that apply just the perfect amount of pressure to still feel like a hand, encircling, holding firm but not tight.

"See what I mean, bello? Doesn't it feel nice, to be held, hm?" He asks, finishing the knot and looking back over his handiwork, and unable to stop from stroking his thumb over the crown of Jim's cock.

This is the part Jim's been less than eager to get to. Because it's once he's proudly erect, flushed and pert in Illario's grip, that everything stops. Jim can't help the low whine that escapes him when Illario pulls away. He twitches now and then as the silk brushes against his hypersensitive skin. Every part of him is tingling with his arousal. He'd wondered how the more intimate knots would feel. As Illario finishes Jim squirms a little for the other to watch.

He shudders bodily. Arches his hips up to try and get the rope to rub against him. Then Illario strokes the head of his cock and leaves Jim helplessly twitching against the touch. A bead of fluid oozes from the tip and coats his thumb.

He's gorgeous. Utterly and incredibly hard, dripping into Illario's fingers and he can't help but bring that pearl to his lips and lick it up. There was, after all, very good reason he didn't blindfold Jim- he wants him to see just how much Illario is affected by this too. How much seeing Jim like this makes his own cock harden and throb.

But he can also see there's a thread of worry in Jim's eye, a fear. He doesn't want to be left like this. And this whole experience is about communication and trust- he has to know that Illario is there for him, won't let him suffer, even if Jim can't physically tell him what he needs.

"I was going to do some more across your chest bello moi, but I think you're wound up enough aren't you? Or do you think you can manage for another ten minutes for me? Hold out that long and then we'll come together?"

Maker but Illario looks like sin itself dragging his hand up to his lips to lick Jim's pre from his fingertips. His pupils blow wide watching Illario in the act. Chasing the blue from them until they're so very dark. His hips twitch against nothing.

And there is a worry of just how long he's expected to stay like this. Of what Illario's going to Do with him once he's all bound up. Pitch him forward so Jim has to brace himself on bound hands while Illario fucks him? Eats him out? His hole clenches with every thought.

He shakes his head quickly at the offer of an Out. He wants to see where this is going, doesn't want to miss out (wants to be good for his love--). He can wait he won't lose it, enduring is what he's made for or something to that effect.

He smirks, knowing he's being watched, and he makes a noise of pleasure, shifting his own legs to part his thighs - he's not as stiff and aching as Jim, but he's beginning to feel that desire grow hard and distracting.

Which means he needs to really focus now, moving to take up another length of rope and starting what is actually the trickier set of knots—needing to be carefully placed and tightened just enough around Jim's chest, over and below pectoral muscles, and then winding carefully around his ribs. It shouldn't restrict but feel like a lover's embrace, holding him close and careful.

It had been one of Illario's favourites, the embrace he didn't always necessarily receive. It can be grounding when nothing else is.

"It should feel good, amore. Safe. Like the arms of someone who loves you." He explains as he continues with the careful series of knots and bindings, before he shifts back and puts his hands on Jim's thighs.

"You are utterly perfect, my love. You're being so good. Would you like me to take the gag off? Then you can tell me what reward you want."

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Jim's gaze is locked on between Illario's thighs. He squirms with his desire, his eyes dark and hungry. When he's not looking down at himself it is almsot like someone is still gripping his cock. Jim makes a helpless noise and bucks again against the knots. His hands flex where they're bound but he really can't move.

But Illario is There at every turn. Gentle and present. Chasing away even the hint of a panic in Jim with the purr of his voice and his soothing touch. One by one the knots get tied and Jim does his absolute best to keep still for it.

He wants to hold out, but he's really starting to feel needy the longer they drag this out. At the last his gaze flits up, watching Illario's expression. He nods.

Panting a little when the gag comes free.

"I...hhhh. I w-want you to get to enjoy the effort this took t-to do. But Maker I need...You tied me up in front, so. Please. Please take me."

"I am enjoying it," Illario assures- because Jim seems once more to be far too concerned with Illario's own desires, rather than how they both feel. But Jim is that way, selfless to a fault, so asking for some relief must mean he is in a maddening state of arousal.

"Of course," Illario says, lea ing in to catch Jim's lips in a sweet kiss, appreciative and slow, one hand stroking through Jim's hair to calm him, ease some of that tension.

"You have to choose for me. I can help ease you forward, onto your arms. Face down, ass up. Or you can be on your back so I can see every pretty look on your face." He says words soft, gentle, the petting continuing. "You tell me what you want."

Jim makes a little frustrated noise. He's unable to not be a little impatient like this after working himself up for so long. But for a man who takes so much of his own sexual pleasure in giving it to others being tied up has been a kind of difficult Jim hadn't expected. He hasn't done anything and yet Illario does look very satisfied.

It's taking some getting used to.

He shudders a little for the choice. His gaze flits down to Illario's own cock again and he swallows roughly. Jim's face flushes bright red for what he's asking for but he doesn't drop his gaze in shame. He's looking up into Illario's eyes instead.

"I want your cock. B...but I also..uhm. Want you to tip me forward a...and taste me like this. When I can't move..."

Oh, how Illario's eyes go dark and greedy when Jim finds the words to ask for what he wants. Jim says it with such a lovely flush of colour in his face, as if it's embarrassing to ask your lover for pleasure. Poor sweet boy. He really is far more than a man like Illario deserves, but oh, he will take him and hold onto him with both hands because no one else has had the sense to do so before.

Illario doesn't even bother to hide the fact that Jim's request has him straining, head of his cock wet with desire.

"Alright then, bello amore. You can have your reward, like a good boy deserves."

He moves, guiding Jim down. Arms braced below him, bound together, they still support his weight. His lips and thighs aren't tied, so he can spread as wide as he needs. And he'll want to spread himself for Illario, the Crow is sure of that.

Once he's behind Jim, he allows himself a moment to admire him from this angle too. The bindings over his chest tie at his back, a series of square knots that ease a bit of pressure off the shoulders. Then the beautiful sweep of his spine, the dimples at his hips, the round perfectly full backside. Illario's hands settle on the cheeks squeezing and then parting them, kneading at flesh and muscle, watchin Jim's hole twitch for him and leaning up just to tease his own cock through the cleft and leave a smeer of pre-come there.

"I wish I could show you how good you look." Illario murmurs and then moves, tongue lapping at the trail of his own slick and then sweeping over Jim's entrance.

Give him time and exposure and he'll get braver with his words. He's at least found his tongue enough to ask, rather than sputtering or clamming up on the spot. He pants out the words and then murmurs a thanks as Illario helps rearrange him. The ropes keep him restricted in his movements though his bound arms still comfortably steady him.

Even before Illario touches him Jim moans a little for the picture he must paint. His cock throbs against the ropes and drips another pearl of pre-come down in a thread before it falls from his tip.

"Mmhhh-- b-bello please..." Jim shifts his stance even wider in eager invitation. The first swipe of that hot tongue over him has Jim crying out Illario's name. Struggling but he's held fast everywhere. He can't tangle his fingers into the sheets, can't touch himself.

And he wants more.

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He doesn't pull away when Jim starts moaning and trembling, when he calls out Illario's name. He keeps his hands kneading at Jim's ass, supplying all those glorious sensations his love deserves, before sliding the tip of his tongue into him.

He knows Jim is tense and trying to hold on, but he'd find this so much better if he could let go. If he could let those ropes hold him rather than fight them. But he'll get there, maybe not until he comes and in the aftermath discovers that bliss. Maybe it just won't ever be something he relaxes into. But he's tried, that's the important thing.

He wants him to relax, to enjoy, so he slowly begins to fuck his tongue into Jim, opening him up bit by bit, letting him enjoy the sensation of it taking his tine to feel the way his lover relaxes for him and takes him deeper.

He's still getting used to the sensation and in the moment Jim's too turned on to relax in any capacity. Well. Any capacity but one. The Marcher groans for the intrusion. An act he's never experienced before Illario and one he's found he enjoys more than he'd ever have thought possible.

"M-maker yes...!" His hips twitch as much as he's able to move. His voice bounces off the walls of the aquarium. The flush on his cheeks has spread all the way up to the tips of his ears.

"I-i think about you d-doing this ssssso much more th-than I should.."

That beautiful confession has Illario grinning as he presses his tongue deeper and opens Jim further, unfurling like a rose for him.

Maybe asking him to relax is too much for the moment, but Illario will get him there, possibly just like this, without anything more than a tongue-fucking and the rope around his lovely flush cock. He presses deeper, exploring, tasting and teasing. Illario's own cock is heavy where is hangs between his thighs, but he can wait as long as he needs to for satisfaction- especially when Jim is so vocal.

He's never known someone who sings out their pleasure like that, and he can't say he isn't addicted to it, and that's why he flicks his tongue further in, groaning into Jim's skin.

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Jim rocks back into Illario's willing tongue and those intricate knots cradle him where he's dripping steadily onto the couch. Without the gag, the Marcher's voice fills the room with his eager cries. Illario's name falls from his lips with the fervency of a prayer, though Jim was never so pious reading of the Chant.

It's a combination of the rub of the rope, Illario's deep and pleasure filled groan reverberating against him, and that maddening play of the Antivan's wicked tongue that leaves Jim hyperventilating as orgasm sweeps through him. A molten hot fire below his gut that spreads wildfire quick. Dancing along his nerves. He comes hard with Illario's name on his lips. Trembles and rocks and arches into the pleasure crashing over him.

It's only after that he sags. Rests his forehead against the armrest of the furniture. And relaxes into the hold of the ropes knotted up his body too.

"....Fffuck...ngh..."

Illario lets that orgasm roll over Jim, not stopping or pulling back until every last twitch has calmed, ever last drop is spilled out onto the coach. Only then does he pull back and press kisses over Jim's backside, and move gently back over him, hips pressed together, Illario's own cock still hard and aching as he grinds lightly against Jim.

"You're so beautiful, my love. Did that feel good? You sounded like it felt good." There's a little teasing to the words but none of it is meant, kissing Jim's shoulders and nuzzling into his skin.

"Do you want me to untie you?" Just in case Jim doesn't find the ropes binding him pleasant any.ore, not something he can endure any longer. If he wants his arms free or his cock is too sensitive, Illario can easily free him before the wind down.

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yeap! otherwise Illario is never going back to the villa AGAIN

Gotta take advantage of the amenities while they're there~

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They're fucking on your couch Solas--

Not for the last time either :P