bakerstreet | The Gagged Meme

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."

Edited 2025-06-04 15:42 (UTC)

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.

Edited 2025-06-06 03:26 (UTC)

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.

Edited 2025-06-07 11:13 (UTC)

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.

After the initial crash of his release over him, Jim cries out a bit more haggard and broken while Illario milks him dry. His sensitivity ratchets up to borderline sensory overload but it's only when he seems to have slumped against the couch that the Antivan's wicked tongue finally withdraws.

Jim groans helplessly to feel Illario grind against him.

His head's still swimming but the delicious twitching heat feels so good...

"Ah..." Jim swallows and blinks a few times. Trying to get his world to refocus. "I want I want to finish you somehow. D...do you want to fuck me like this? Fuck my mouth? And before you fuss over me being selfless--don't. I get off on watching you come a-apart Illario Dellamorte..."

Illario gives Jim those few moments he needs, letting him find that focus and recover a little more fully from his orgasm, without pushing for his own. And of course, Jim has him pegged- while he wouldn't use the word selfless, they both have a similar experience in putting the pleasure of others before their own.

He moves, pulling back, kissing down the length of Jim's spine before getting to his feet, cock still arched and aching as he moves around to stand in front of where Jim leans, his hand moving to pet through his short blond hair.

"If you like watching then I really think I should be somewhere you can see, don't you?" He teases, moving just a little closer, knees against the arm of the couch.

"Catch your breath first. Go slow. If you want your arms free, tell me now."

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They're fucking on your couch Solas--

Not for the last time either :P

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