U'rajul Tia (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
looktothesun) wrote2018-05-31 02:05 pm
looktothesun) wrote2018-05-31 02:05 pm
for catwithhammer;
[U'rajul is maddeningly close to being ready to go back to work. Most of the bruises have faded. The ankle is coming along. He can walk now. He just can't do anything complicated...like dancing.
Worse. Sneaking out is not an option. Not only does he see Allont's disapproving face every time he considers it, but in the absence of his mother, there are at least a dozen Keeper women who scold him every time he tries to leave the building. The same women who eye Rejeh'li with great suspicion when he comes asking after U'rajul, and only after giving him the third degree, reluctantly, point him in the right direction.
It's half past noon when the knock at the door startles the dancer awake. With nothing better to do, he had been napping. He sits, confused for moment, but after the second series of knocks, he finally mumbles some acknowledgment, picks himself up, and limps his way to the door to open it.
It's pretty obvious what he's been up to. He's got bedhead, he hasn't bothered to put a shirt on, and the bed where he'd been curled up just moments before is clearly visible behind him. His sleepy expression gives way to surprise when he sees who it is.]
Rejeh'li? What are you doing here...?
[He's going to let him in regardless. It's not an admonishment. He's just honestly at a loss as he steps aside to let the other man in. Clients don't usually come to him.
It's a nice room. Not lavish, but it's clean, comfortable, and there's a cute little balcony that's more of a ledge with lattice doors that he can open to the cool night air and watch the city lights. He's decorated with various colorful fabrics, pillows, and cushions. The building itself may not be in the best part of town, but U'rajul clearly does well enough for himself.]
Worse. Sneaking out is not an option. Not only does he see Allont's disapproving face every time he considers it, but in the absence of his mother, there are at least a dozen Keeper women who scold him every time he tries to leave the building. The same women who eye Rejeh'li with great suspicion when he comes asking after U'rajul, and only after giving him the third degree, reluctantly, point him in the right direction.
It's half past noon when the knock at the door startles the dancer awake. With nothing better to do, he had been napping. He sits, confused for moment, but after the second series of knocks, he finally mumbles some acknowledgment, picks himself up, and limps his way to the door to open it.
It's pretty obvious what he's been up to. He's got bedhead, he hasn't bothered to put a shirt on, and the bed where he'd been curled up just moments before is clearly visible behind him. His sleepy expression gives way to surprise when he sees who it is.]
Rejeh'li? What are you doing here...?
[He's going to let him in regardless. It's not an admonishment. He's just honestly at a loss as he steps aside to let the other man in. Clients don't usually come to him.
It's a nice room. Not lavish, but it's clean, comfortable, and there's a cute little balcony that's more of a ledge with lattice doors that he can open to the cool night air and watch the city lights. He's decorated with various colorful fabrics, pillows, and cushions. The building itself may not be in the best part of town, but U'rajul clearly does well enough for himself.]
YOU'RE MAKING HIM FEEL FEELS AND IT'S CONFUSING.
But he doesn't run, instead lowering himself over the man, and nipping lightly at his bottom lip, affectionate, a lovebite more than any attempt to entice. It's also a gentle rebuff. ]
It's over. I'm fine. Don't trouble yourself with things that are in the past.
[ He's trying not to. It's easier to forget than to face what might have happened had he been less guarded or not nimble enough to escape his attackers. ]
Beside that, it would be an ugly mantelpiece.
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[ His voice is low, calmer than his words. He can read between the lines, regardless, and it reads like U'rajul would really like to change the subject. Rejeh'li looks up at him, his thumb sliding down to the inside of his thigh, and affects a wicked grin. ]
I'll forget about it if you tell me what you want me to do.
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He pretends to give Rejeh'li's offer serious thought, then smiles, and in an incongruously sweet voice, answers: ]
Show me what you made for me, and I’ll wear it while you fuck me
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The collar is thin and delicate, flattened on the inside curve to sit against the neck without pressing into it. The colors have been chosen with U'rajul's coloring in mind: gold for most of it, then moving seamlessly into dark forest malachite, and then squared-off ends carved out of milky jade, spaced apart, to sit above the hollows of his collarbone.
Rejeh'li sits up wordlessly, brushing U'rajul's hair away from his neck to put it on. ]
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The significance of the act isn't lost on him. The metal is cool around his neck, and his lips curl into an amused smile. His ears twitch. ]
Did you just collar me?
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He didn't mean it that way, but now that he's looking at it — a slow grin spreads over his face. He reaches for the space between the ends of the collar, fingertip brushing over U'rajul's throat. ]
Wouldn't a collar normally have something here? Something to grab?
[ ...And yet it'd be easy to tie something, a cord or a ribbon, between the two hooked ends, and those hooked ends are just about the right size for his fingers. He slips two of them in the gaps now, experimenting, and purrs: ]
Oh. It looks like I did.
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Was that not what you originally intended? I might be insulted if you didn't look so very pleased with yourself right now.
[ He strokes the back of Rejeh'li's wrist with his fingers thoughtfully, then smirks. ]
You can't keep me. [ A deliberate tease and a challenge all in one. His eyes are bright with mischief. Catch me if you can. ]
But I think it's obvious by now that I can be bribed. [ He lets his hand drop and leans in to whisper hotly against his lips. ] I want you to take me.
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[ He throws his weight into flipping them over, and suddenly he's between U'rajul's legs, looking down at him, moving over, rolling him bodily onto his stomach, pulling him up just a little by the hips.
His breath is warm against U'rajul's ear as he leans down to whisper— ]
I wonder if you're going to feel different, now that you've been cooped up here for so long. What do you think?
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The gold around his neck is beautiful against his sun kissed skin, and only a ghost of the bruises on his lower back remain. ]
After my unplanned period of involuntary celibacy? Maybe I will. Or maybe you've just missed me that much. You'll have to tell me, won't you?
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How do you want it?
[ He's sure to make noise with the oil, slicking his fingers more than strictly necessary. ]
Should I be gentle?
[ There's a mockery in his tone: he would very much prefer not to be. ]
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[ A slight scowl on his face. U’rajul is serious. Nothing would irritate him more at this point. Rejeh’li would know by now that he liked it rough. At first U’rajul was subtle about it. Now, he actually complains if Rejeh’li is too gentle. ]
Fuck me hard or not at all.
[ He flicks his tail at Rejeh’li, obviously impatient. ]
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[ He asked out of rare caution, but that was where it ended. It feels like he hasn't seen U'rajul in half a year, and he's especially impatient.
Two slicked fingers press inside U'rajul without warning, pushing down where he knows he'll get a reaction. At the same time he lets the tip of his cock rub at the edge of that ring of muscle, glistening, even as his fingers are working, so U'rajul can feel how hard and ready for this he is. ]
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That’s not very nice. [ Chiding. Playful. He doesn’t really want nice. He’s just as hard as Rejeh’li is, and he wants this, desperately wants to feel Rejeh’li inside him. The metal of the collar isn’t cool anymore, but he’s still keenly aware of it. He uncrosses his arms and fists a hand in the bedsheets in anticipation. ]
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Tight—
[ He plants on hand by U'rajul's shoulder and presses deeper, an appreciative rumble low in his throat. ]
Tell me— have you ever seen me, even once, after fucking someone else?
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He glances back over his shoulder at the man, an amused smile touching his lips. ]
Do you want me to lie and say never? Or a list of my customers? Not often. You’ve been buying most of my nights as you may recall.
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I want to know— mm— if anyone's fucked you— before me. By a day, mayhap.
[ He only has to dip his head a little to get it close to U'rajul's ear, and he lowers his voice to a husky near-whisper, hips moving a little more easily, thrusting harder into him. ]
If another man's fucked you once, I want to fuck you twice. If another man came in you, I'll do the same— twice. I want to erase what other men do to you— and leave you smelling like my sweat, my bed, my— bath, whatever it is. Mine.
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Sounds like... you want to mark me. [ He gasps out in between thrusts of Rejeh’li’s hips. ] By a day? Or cumulatively? If it’s the latter- ah- you’ve got a lot of work to do.
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[ He picks up one hand and lets it travel down between the plane of U'rajul's stomach and the sheets, slowly. ]
But I've not seen you in some time, see, so now I've got to mark you for that.
[ His hand wraps around U'rajul's cock and strokes, a little too firmly, at first too slow, but then picking up the rhythm of his thrusts. ]
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[ U’rajul’s breathless laughter cuts off abruptly, and he cries out as Rejeh’li takes him in hand, cock twitching in his grip. His hips move involuntarily and the direction doesn’t matter. Rejeh’li has him either way. ]
You’re greedy... but I like that about you...
[ Full sentences are getting harder to form, words turning to wanton cries of pleasure. It’s been too long, and he could come easily like this, but he holds back, letting Rejeh’li set the pace. ]
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I want t' see you—
[ —Marked in a way he can see, to start with. He leans low over U'rajul and takes both of them in hand, finishing them as best he can in quick strokes. ]
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Allont had done much for him during his recovery (in more ways than one) but it wasn’t the same. And on some level, he needs this reassurance that nothing has changed and he’s still desirable. His attackers had left their mark, and he’s all too happy to let Rejeh’li erase what they’d done to him.
He comes, eyes wide open and trained on Rejeh’li as his hips buck and his mouth falls open, crying out his name as he spends. ]
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You know where I live, you bastard.
[ He flops down next to U'rajul, tangles their legs together and mouths at the tip of his ear. ]
Could've sent a damned message.
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I didn't think of it. [ He says honestly.
I didn't know you'd care, is on the tip of his tongue, but that seems like dangerous territory. More serious than he's willing to consider. He feels oddly pleased though, and he curls against Rejeh'li's body, pressing his lips to his throat, murmuring reassurances. ]
It's alright now anyway.
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I'd pay you, if you wanted to stay with me. As your ankle's... [ He makes a vague gesture. Getting better, whatever. ]
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You'd pay me for you doing me a favor?
[ The words are out of his mouth before he can think better of it. He doesn't sound displeased, just confused. ]
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