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]

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..."

[the_other_dellamorte]

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.

[smartass_captain]

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.

[the_other_dellamorte]

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.

[smartass_captain]

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.."

[the_other_dellamorte]

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.

They're fucking on your couch Solas--

[smartass_captain]

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..."

Not for the last time either :P

[the_other_dellamorte]

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.