exitiabile | wearing a warning sign;

{ the sore sight of the reddish tinge to pietro’s full lips makes eliot groan and get some looks before he waves them off. seriously, does he knows how to pick his favorites. }

i can’t tell if you’re doing it on purpose now.
you’re terrible for me.
i want to do terrible things to you when you’re around.
all the time.

and give them a show?
well, your teeth do leave nice marks.
do you think you’ll manage leaving me one?
i’d take you home then,
or to the back rooms where i know it’ll just be you and i.

too bad you are not around then
i will have to find some other boy
maybe he will do terrible things too

did i not leave a mark last time
your shoulder was so purple
just like my thigh
if you take me home i will put my teeth everywhere
you will have a mark for weeks nie?
but taking me to the back
will you fuck me into the booth seat
or will it be the table
we could even use the wall
leave a hole in it

does the wild kitten want to play? little catnip and you’re already slutty for someone else?
perhaps you’ll need to be punished?

it wasn’t purple enough. do you forget i can magic it away? had to for this.
there’s heat here when it’s cold over there, so my dress shirt is sheer, silky and soft.
you could easily rip it.
can’t let them see, or should i?

with your god given muscles, i’ll make you see stars and you’ll have no choice but to break the wall, or the table, or the booth… when you cum.

why would you magic it away?
or is it that it means a slutty boy surprised you
you will have to punish me when you visit
for leaving a mark
and i will rip open your shirt to be punished some more
how will you punish me pěkná květina?

will you come play with me
or is this bambi too demanding
she could come too
i don’t mind sharing

oh, the slutty boy knew what he was doing.
it’s politics, darling.
maybe i’ll withhold your orgasm for a while, not let you come until i say so? or will a spank do? a hand around your beautiful throat? you tell me.

tempting.
i don’t mind sharing if i know it’s premium. most are not.
my bambi is,
but you see,
that would be a reward.
she’s more ruthless than me.

surprise me daddy

it’s not punishment if i know what is coming yes?
or is it you are afraid i will like your bambi more?
it is very tempting since you will not pay attention to me

you can’t just

{ consider five whole minutes have passed, probably an eternity for the little minx. }

i’m not afraid when i know you might. she’s the only woman to hold my attention and i like dick.
but then i’ll see your gorgeous peach less,
how sad.
how much attention does the greedy boy deserve?
does he deserve tonight?

did you feel that i will call you daddy all night
that way if you find another pretty boy
i know it is me who made your cock want it yes?

i am a not so good little boy
i don’t know what i deserve
but i still want it
you called this bratty? greedy, no?
will you show me what i deserve daddy?
i will be ready for you i promise

is that what gets you going?
for daddy to fuck someone else, but only be able to think of you?
temping, but i prefer a solid first edition.

you know what, i don’t think i want a good boy. naughty ones are more fun to play with.
to tame the brat or let the brat do as he pleases?
you deserve the holy trinity: my mouth, cock, hands.
what will you do while you wait?

no of course not
but it would be very amusing no?
that you would think of me and fuck a different boy
he would not be nearly as good

but i will always do as i please
it is luck that it pleases you too
but i will go somewhere comfortable
read a book
eat a snack - a peach yes?
or take a hot shower
use my own hand to make me ready
you are what - four fingers pretty king?

hm. is that what you were planning tonight?
i wonder if anyone else can fill you up the way i do?
probably not, but they could try.
do you miss being truly full, ketzel?

it does please me.
i like my boys to have a bite even when i eventually submit their will.
sometimes i forget you’re a cute speedster.
your recovery is unfair, but i also get to see your o face more than once.
funny. it seems i am made to chase you.
maybe you’ll be four fingers in and on your second o when i get to you.

yes
i miss it
are you happy now little king?

but you were always made to chase me
it is the fun part
because i like letting you catch me
letting you think you’ve won
it is very cute on your pretty face

the shower is very hot btw
the hot water might run out before my second o
i’m already close

almost.
i don’t think i will be until you choke on my dick.

{ oh, what a love language. }

then i will have to see how effective my catching skills are.
you’re going to turn me into a perv,
figuring out ways to lure you into my web.

i would ask for a picture,
but you’re a terrible tease.
so…
whose shower are you in?

i do not choke on your dick
i will even swallow it deeper to prove it yes?

and you will have to guess
am i in your shower with that funny tub
the little feet
am i in mine
or maybe it is the pretty bartender
the one who saved your drink

[ sure enough, however, there's another message - a picture taken in a sleek, modern shower with fogged glass. there's nothing but wet, silver hair and the long slope of his back to show. eliot might even be able to see the curve of his ass and the reach of his arm behind himself. ]

yes. it is much hotter to see you have no gag reflex.
such a pornographic dream.

too bad you can't come out here,
the bathtub is too large for one.
i’d have you sitting on the edge with your dick in my mouth while i open you up.

{ it's not as if he didn't already have the button granting him passage from and to fillory right away. would it be irresponsible to use it? probably... he's already tempted to press the button and just go.

he saves the photo, instantly adding it to his favorites album. the visual alone causes his pants to tighten. so much so that he has to palm his crotch to calm it. therefore — }

very rude ketzel

i do not know the way to your bath tub
but i like my shower more
i would like it better if you were here

you asked for proof
i give you proof
i am obedient yes? ;)
you can still open me up
you can still swallow my dick
but you are not here :(((
so tell me
what should i do?

[ another picture - this one just pietro pouting, but his hair sticks to his forehead, his skin flushes pink, and the angle is steep enough to see his hands have left the curve of his own ass, instead coming to his front. ]

look at you, getting all nice and clean.
makes the peach more tempting.
perhaps i want to taste after your lovely fingers finish?
or lick the pink flush from the hot water?
too many choices, darling.

{ it’s not a difficult decision to inform tick he’ll be back later, that he won’t be meeting the neighboring arrivals until tomorrow. it’s the goddamn pictures.

when he presses the button, it sends him directly to pietro’s room. it’s a quiet drop, to his advantage. eliot ends up sitting on the bed, the shower heard from a distance through the wall. instead of walking over, he keeps to his teasing. he wants to see how frustrated pietro can get, for now. }

what to do with you?
you did listen. makes me horny ;)
what naughty influence you’re being today,
making me come find you.
seduce me.

Edited 2022-03-06 14:54 (UTC)

[ there's a nice view of the lake on the compound from his room - one wall all tall windows overlooking the grounds. the room itself isn't exactly personalized - there are running shoes left splayed by the door, a shirt or sweatshirt cast aside. the covers on the bed are rumpled, the bed unmade. there is a small picture on the dressed, tattered and torn, of a bright eyed boy and a widely-grinning girl with two adults in a rundown apartment. otherwise, it could be anyone's room.

the door to the bathroom is open, steam and the smell of his bodywash pouring out. ]

who says you have to make one choice
we have options and time ano?

[ there's a hum, something low and pleased from the bathroom - fingers stroking and finding the right pace. ]

if you were here i would seduce you
it is very easy to ;)
i would kiss you because you like my mouth
maybe i would sit in your lap like this
get your jeans wet?
show you with my own fingers how ready i am
but then maybe i will not touch your dick at all
only let you look until you come

{ the space is minimalist, but what he’s gathered from pietro over these sporadic beginning months they’ve been in and out of each other’s lives, is that it strangely suits him. eliot is more organized, likes to be too over the top with his silk sheets and colorful wardrobe when he can. he likes the contrast, more than most would think. to see a once happy family on the dresser. something in him tugs, but he shakes it away when he hears the sound of a pleased pietro.

it doesn’t take him long to recenter back to hornyville. }

well, aren’t you greedy with my time?
i’m not that easy, love.

{ lies. he’s easy for pietro, has become lately. the testament is unbuttoning his sheer shirt, the silky scarf slipping from its knot and hanging off his chest. his bulge has grown, and he has to bite down on his bottom lip to not make a noise as his hand rubs along the seam of his pants where he’s obviously hard. }

you do have an unfair mouth.
you’ll have to blindfold me if you intend on me not touching you.
you’re too tempting from sight alone.
but if you asked nicely,
i might.
what body wash do you use? you always smell as nice as my armani.

i do want to see if your fingers will do, if they can fill you the way mine do?

greedy and a brat.
i still do not know what these mean :)

but a blindfold will not stop your hands
maybe i must tie your hands together too
then i may have you however i want you

[ there's another low hum from the shower, a soft gasp as he begins to stroke himself slowly. fingering himself won't be enough, particularly if this pretty man does not show up. ]

old spice
i am not so expensive
my fingers are never as good as yours
are you happy to hear this? if so i will make another confession

i miss your fingers
your tongue
but i miss the way your cock fills me
how is that?
my hand is not so good at it
see?

[ another picture, this time showing pietro's chest, the dip of his collar bones to defined muscle, and his fist, circled round his own dick. ]

one day you’ll know.
then you’ll understand why i bother to chase such a wild kitten.
well, well… i have wondered what you’d do if i handed you all the control?
maybe you’ll be a lion.
will you bite harder?

{ the sounds alone make the heat rise throughout his whole body, and he suddenly feels like his clothes are weighing him down. to wait or right out join pietro? pure temptations, all rising his heartbeat with anticipation. }

i disagree.
once you’ve been touched by me, you’re now worth a gem. one i want to keep.
should i join you in that large shower of yours?
or should i wait on your bed?
here’s a once every blue moon opportunity.
tell me what to do.

{ he’s ready to discard his clothing, but also there’s a thrill in luring pietro to the edge, to see what he demands. if eliot is willing as he starts playing with a sensitive nipple, brushing his thumb over it while he stares at the picture. the confession sends blood straight down south. }

you only chase me because you know i bite harder
but if i give everything you want
it is no fun anymore

[ another hum, and if eliot listens closely he can hear the occasional sound of slick skin on skin, slow and deliberate.

eliot’s message draws out a huff of a laugh, then a musical little whimper. ]

you want to keep me?
will you put me in a pretty cage
or collar and leash?
a kitten on a string
it might be nice being kept by you
but

sit on my bed and wait
sit very pretty yes?
maybe i will invite you into my
shower
but do not touch yourself
i will know ;)

are you sure it is you who is doing the keeping pretty flower
i think i’ve tricked you

have you caught on already?
might have to up the challenge.
we can’t let the fun run out, right?

{ there’s a part of him that nags, tells him that he couldn’t possibly find pietro boring. but he wonders how long he can keep his attention? pietro is free in ways eliot is not. this one (1) reckless flame has managed to bewitch a magician.

he halts his motions, holding back a chuckle he would release otherwise. although he badly wants to touch himself, he’s far too enthralled. }

here’s the thing.
maybe i’ve already bought a day collar and it’s up for grabs?
maybe you’ll let me try it on you?
maybe an azure lined one could pair well with your silver mane?

look at the lion roar.
fine.
i’ll play.
i’ll wait and hear your delicious sounds.
siiing for me.

we’ll have to see then, just how much of a trickster you are.
don’t let your pretty flower wither.

[ pietro finds eliot is like the sun and he a moth, fluttering toward the flame time and time again, uncaring whether his wings are scorched or not. he finds he must respond to every message, every gesture, every word. ]

if you have bought it then maybe i will try it
wear it at one of your magic parties
no one will know i bit you when you put it on me yes?

i bite but i do not sing
how long have you been here sweet little flower?
i could feel the air move funny
it is like running through honey when you are near
but imagine it is your hand
and imagine my hand is around your dick
or my mouth
hmmm or better yet perhaps i take a bite of that peach

[ there's a gasp, a throaty moan he's almost certainly letting out just to make the man on his bed squirm. the sound of his hand sliding against the glass door, the sound of his other slicking his cock.

then, through the trickle of water, pietro's voice, filthy and utterly wanton: ]

I will let the juices run down my chin and lick my fingers clean after.

only you and i.
leave me a tribute and i’ll take care of you so good.

you may not sing, but you’re a little hummingbird after my nectar.
it was too easy to get in. it’s not magician proofed.
lucky me.
you should come give me those bites. perhaps…
on my hip? the inside of my thighs? collarbones?
my peach is so very lonely, pietro.

{ the fact that the speedster can sense him, that he has a distinct speed is too fucking sexy. }

pietro. pietro. pietro.
what will you do if i touch myself? what if i just rub myself on your sheets?
you’re making it difficult with such tempting sounds all for me.
i’ll be the one with a siren’s song.

{ he ends up taking off his long boots, then settling to lay sideways on pietro’s bed. he’s leaning on his elbow, his hand running along the fabric. it moves against his skin, only causing ripples to what could be a rolling wave. his free hand runs along a bunched up section of pietro’s sheets.

eliot keeps his gaze on the steam from the shower, his breath audibly hitching over the moans. he’s memorized pietro’s cock so well he can visualize every detail by now. he lets out a laugh that is singsong, teasing in its own. }

Piiiiietro.

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