The Gagged Meme

[wine_sock]

One or both of you is gagged. That's it. That's the meme. It can be silly, serious, or smutty, just as long as one of you can't talk. Bondage, while obviously associated with gags, is completely optional.

• Comment with your character, preferences, and whether they are gagged or the ones doing the gagging. Feel free to specify what kind of gags you do or do not want (duct tape, ballgags, handgags, etc.)
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[smartass_captain]

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???

[the_other_dellamorte]

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?"

[smartass_captain]

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.

[the_other_dellamorte]

"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.

[smartass_captain]

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.

[the_other_dellamorte]

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?"

[smartass_captain]

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.

[the_other_dellamorte]

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."

[smartass_captain]

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."

[the_other_dellamorte]

"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."