[Whatever retort Niles might have had died on his lips as Connor acts. It may be only a slight increase to Connor, but Niles wasn't aware these things had higher settings, and was certainly not prepared to adjust. He lets out a wordless yelp, quickly twisting his spine to bury his face into the pillows. He bites down, muffling his now truly uncontrollable moans.
He's on the edge, the very edge, and there's almost nothing left he can do to fight back anymore.]
[Connor lets out a soft "tch", grabbing the crop from beside him and striking Niles across the thigh again. That's not fair, he can't just muffle the moans Connor worked so hard for.]
I want to hear you, Niles.
[He scolds him as he trails the crop over the raw skin of his thigh, eyes on Niles' face. He can see him losing control, and that is satisfying.]
[The smack of the crop easily sends him over the edge. All his focus was on weathering the pleasure Connor was putting him through and the sudden, unexpected, exquisite pain pulls the rug out from under him. His guttural bellow is only minorly impeded by his mouthful of bedding. In fact his jaw clenches so hard and his body jerks and arches so powerfully that there's a distinct tearing noise as his fangs shred the pillow he's clamped his jaw on.
His cock throbs, long spurts of come decorating his stomach and chest. Some even makes it all the way onto his chin. It's a long, powerful orgasm, and as the roaring burning wave passes over him he sees black and white specks dancing in his vision. His chest is heaving, trying to breath through a mouth of shredded cotton. He's lightheaded and barely has the strength to raise his head to look at Connor properly. His head is swimming in the afterglow, occasional irregular spikes of pleasure scattering his feeble attempts to pull his thoughts together into something more coherent than pleasure addled awe.
But the vibrator is still thrumming deep inside him. He whimpers as a particularly strong aftershock milks another few drops out of his cock, and then his head falls back onto the pillow and his whole body goes slack.
[Connor turns off the vibrator after Niles passes out, slowly pulling it from him and setting it aside. He's a little ticked off about his pillow, but that can wait. He doesn't dare try to pull the pieces of cotton from his mouth even while he's out cold, so he elects to just stare intently at Niles until he wakes up.
His own cock is still pressing insistently against the inside of his jeans, and he finds himself wishing he had fucked Niles after all... but if he had, it probably wouldn't have ended as beautifully as this. Maybe next time. If there is a next time. For now, he just watches with his head tilted slightly to the side.]
[He's only out for a few minutes, and when he wakes up it's with a start, then an abrupt bout of sputtering as he spits out his mouthful of cotton and stuffing. When his airway is free, he lets out a long contented sigh. He arches his back and lazily squirms a little on the bed, doing his best to stretch even while still confined.]
That....was impressive.
[He sinks back into the plush bed, blinking his eye slowly, and taking in long, deep, content breaths.]
[Niles takes that answer as a little dismissive and gives a displeased huff.]
I don't just think so. My opinion on these things carries weight. [Connor is decent folk, Connor has already not judged him for things well worth judging him for, so Connor gets to know a little more than your average person, especially after that performance.] I'm a professional at these kinds of things. Or, was anyway.
[On the other hand he doesn't want Connor getting a big head about it. He twists in his bindings, now lying on his side in what probably looks like an uncomfortable position, but Niles finds it to be a nice stretch.]
I mean, you had a massive unexpected advantage, but you show a lot of good instincts in a dominant role for someone who's never explored sadism before.
[Niles might just pick up on the way Connor seems to gravitate towards the praise. Not in a way that suggests he'll get an inflated ego from it, though. It's just that even despite the subject, he wants to be good at it. To not fail. He traces fingers lightly over Niles' furry calf, a far cry from the rough treatment he'd dished out before, more of an idle gesture than anything meaningful. He's still turned on, and he gets touchy when he's turned on.]
Nothing so high class. [Prostitution was legal in Nohr, and there were clean, safe, respectable brothels owned by madams who took care of their own. Niles was more of a street corner whore, pimped out by gangs in exchange for minimal protection.] I was a filthy hooker.
[Niles knows Connor is still aroused, he can see the tent in his pants, can feel the lingering hunger in his eyes, can tell by the faux casual nature of that light touch that it's a clear request. He'd done more than enough to earn a reward.]
But nevermind that. It's rude of me to keep you wanting. Strip. I need to see what I've got to work with.
[Niles' tone is far more authoritative than someone still firmly tied down had any right to be.]
[Connor notes that Niles is being pretty demanding of someone still tied down, but he gets up anyway and undresses. He eyes Niles as he walks around the side of the bed, fingers toying with the restraints around his wrists.]
I should probably untie you now.
[Too bad, Niles looks good tied to his bed. Meaning he lingers, instead of actually releasing him.]
[His confidence comes from the clarity and control that comes in the wake of climax for him. He's got a long refractory period, a hindrance in some ways, but a useful opportunity to turn the tables. And Niles sees his opening right here.
His tongue flicks out and traces his lips with a quick swipe. Lazily, he rolls his head in a vague direction. It's probably not even the right way, but just meant to generally indicate 'elsewhere'.]
The keys are in my bag. There's water too.
[The clear implicit order is go fetch some for me.]
[There's a bit of a huff as Connor calls him on his semi-frivolous request, but mostly it's to cover the quiet noise of the chains moving as Niles dislocates his thumbs and slips out of them.
Even if the noise caught Connor's attention, the move is so practiced to Niles that it's done by the time he turns back around.]
[Connor blinks as he sees that Niles is free, then looks down at the keys in his hand and frowns.]
And as it turns out, I was up for no reason anyway.
[He drops the keys back in the bag, eyeing the cuffs. He even goes as far as to scan them, but there's no obvious flaws in them. They're just regular handcuffs.]
If I asked how you did that, you wouldn't tell me, would you?
[There's obviously a reason he did it while Connor's back was turned.]
[His smile makes it clear that the answer is no. Niles reaches down to untie his legs. Once he's free he swings them over the side of the bed and demonstrates that he can in fact walk just fine. Honestly there would be a little wobble in his step if it weren't for his tail's natural function as a balancing counterweight. The way it sways side to side is equal parts functional and deliberately teasing. He grabs his water and takes a few large gulps.]
And I'll show you another one if you give me a second to recover.
[Another, smaller sip, then he oddly splashes some on the back of one hand. The just damp fur is used to wipe off that now drying spurt that reached his face. He may not have licked his paw, but it was still a very catlike way to groom.]
[Connor can’t help but watch Niles closely as he approaches, for the simple reason that he’s horny and Niles looks good. While he’s drinking Connor doesn’t even bother hiding the way he’s looking at him, and he leans himself against the wall idly as Niles cleans himself.]
That does sound promising.
[His body language is much less rigid now that he’s not playing the role of being in control. The aggressive behaviour is no longer needed. Instead he’s relaxed— he’ll play any part that Niles wants him to now.]
[Niles loves playing with fellow switches. Subbing for him was playing a character, and when he's done he's done. That's not to say his earlier deference wasn't genuine, just that it didn't extend to non sexual matters.
He shakes his head, to get sweat slick bangs out of his eyes, stretches out his legs and feet, and finishes cleaning himself up with increasingly overtly showy ways. But he doesn't lounge or posture for too long, keeping a close eye out for any signs of impatience. Connor had already undeniably won this round, and this was his well deserved award, not an attempt at retaliation or role reversal. So soon enough, Niles is settling to his knees, but oddly beside Connor rather than in front of him. He settles so that the back of his head is resting against the wall.]
Here, face me this way.
[He's giving Connor the opportunity to bring back as much of that aggressive behavior as he wants, and Niles will follow his lead. This is for him now. If he wants doting, attentive service, that's what he'll get. If he wants fast and sloppy sucking, Niles can do that. And if he wants to fuck Niles' face hard and slide deep down his throat, he's more than welcome.]
[He does as Niles says, getting the idea pretty quickly. He threads his fingers through Niles' damp hair, observing the way he looks on his knees in front of him for a moment before nudging the tip of his cock against his lips.
He trusts that Niles will impress. It makes him eager, but he holds back from being too demanding- at least for now. He can ease into it. There's no need to rush.]
I like the way you look down there.
[A casual observation, said with a very slight smirk. Sometimes he's glad for his perfect memory. He gets to recall every small detail about this scene whenever he likes.]
[There's a hint of an accent there. A throwback to before his time in the castle and his elocution lessons with Leo. It's the low class drawl of the slums of Nohr. He flashes a Connor a smile before wrapping his lips around the head and sucking.
He keeps his eye trained up, keeping that oh so alluring view as he lavishes attention on Connor's cock. For now it's all sucking and licks, tracing the edge of his head with his tongue, open mouthed kisses along the shaft, teasing, tantalizing hints of the heat and wetness of his mouth without taking in any more than the tip of his cock into his mouth properly. One hand strokes his whole length, coating the whole thing in saliva. His other reaches up to Connor's unoccupied hand, bringing it to wrap around the base of one of his horns. Just like earlier, if he wants more he'll have to take it.]
[He doesn't get a chance to reply before Niles is sucking at the tip of his cock, and he sucks in a breath and grips his hair tightly. When his hand is guided to that horn he gets the idea pretty quickly, and he presses himself further past his lips, using the horn to keep Niles from backing up any.
His own eyes are lidded, a faint blue flush creeping over his cheeks as his cock slides further into his mouth. It doesn't surprise him that Niles is good at this, given his earlier admission. Doesn't surprise him that Niles know exactly how to look up at him, either- as if he wants nothing more than to be here sucking him off.]
[Niles relaxes his jaw and continues to work his tongue back and forth as much as he can while Connor presses deeper. He's getting his breathing into a rhythm matched to his thrusts, getting ready for when Connor slips down his throat properly.
He's always been fond of hair pulling, but right now the feeling is just a little soured by what happened in the illusion. The strange pressure that Connor's grip on his horn is putting on his skull however, that is new. It's not painful by any stretch of the imagination, but there's a strain there, a tension. He likes it. The feeling sends a shower of sparks down his spine, but they fizzle out when they make it to his groin. He really was spent.]
[He isn't too rough with Niles after what they've already done. That doesn't mean he won't use this position to clearly demonstrate that he's in charge here, using his grip on Niles' hair and horn to keep him bobbing at the pace Connor feels like going at. He only needs to rock his hips ever so slightly, not intending to rush it, enjoying the way Niles moves his tongue against him and letting him focus on the head for a few moments before pressing back into him.
It's only when he decides he wants to finish that he holds Niles still by both horns, starting to buck his hips more earnestly into his mouth. That's when his cock hits the back of his throat, and it causes him to let out a soft, pleased sound. He watches Niles the whole time, but although his mind has long since become clouded with lust he never completely loses control.
Close to finishing, he pulls out of Niles' mouth and yanks his head back by the hair, stroking himself with his other hand. He remembers that he liked how Niles looked with his own come on his face. He avoids his eye and his eyepatch, the rest of his face is fair game.]
[Yanking him back is necessary, as he instinctively tries to follow after his cock. As he feels the tug he knows exactly what that means. He snaps his eye and mouth shut. Straining against the hand in his hair, he tilts his face back, helping Connor get an even and properly alluring distribution.
Once he's spent, Niles blinks his eye open and has to fight down a giggle. His blue blush earlier had been surreal, a little ethereal, but a blueberry pecker was downright comical. He brings up a hand to wipe at his lips and deliberately waits until he's got eye contact before swiping his tongue over the mess left on them lazily.]
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He's on the edge, the very edge, and there's almost nothing left he can do to fight back anymore.]
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I want to hear you, Niles.
[He scolds him as he trails the crop over the raw skin of his thigh, eyes on Niles' face. He can see him losing control, and that is satisfying.]
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His cock throbs, long spurts of come decorating his stomach and chest. Some even makes it all the way onto his chin. It's a long, powerful orgasm, and as the roaring burning wave passes over him he sees black and white specks dancing in his vision. His chest is heaving, trying to breath through a mouth of shredded cotton. He's lightheaded and barely has the strength to raise his head to look at Connor properly. His head is swimming in the afterglow, occasional irregular spikes of pleasure scattering his feeble attempts to pull his thoughts together into something more coherent than pleasure addled awe.
But the vibrator is still thrumming deep inside him. He whimpers as a particularly strong aftershock milks another few drops out of his cock, and then his head falls back onto the pillow and his whole body goes slack.
He's out cold.]
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His own cock is still pressing insistently against the inside of his jeans, and he finds himself wishing he had fucked Niles after all... but if he had, it probably wouldn't have ended as beautifully as this. Maybe next time. If there is a next time. For now, he just watches with his head tilted slightly to the side.]
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That....was impressive.
[He sinks back into the plush bed, blinking his eye slowly, and taking in long, deep, content breaths.]
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I'm glad you think so.
[He just assumes Niles is referring to the vibrator, having never used one before.]
Do you want me to free you now?
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I don't just think so. My opinion on these things carries weight. [Connor is decent folk, Connor has already not judged him for things well worth judging him for, so Connor gets to know a little more than your average person, especially after that performance.] I'm a professional at these kinds of things. Or, was anyway.
[On the other hand he doesn't want Connor getting a big head about it. He twists in his bindings, now lying on his side in what probably looks like an uncomfortable position, but Niles finds it to be a nice stretch.]
I mean, you had a massive unexpected advantage, but you show a lot of good instincts in a dominant role for someone who's never explored sadism before.
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I do?
[Niles might just pick up on the way Connor seems to gravitate towards the praise. Not in a way that suggests he'll get an inflated ego from it, though. It's just that even despite the subject, he wants to be good at it. To not fail. He traces fingers lightly over Niles' furry calf, a far cry from the rough treatment he'd dished out before, more of an idle gesture than anything meaningful. He's still turned on, and he gets touchy when he's turned on.]
You were a professional? A companion, of sorts?
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Nothing so high class. [Prostitution was legal in Nohr, and there were clean, safe, respectable brothels owned by madams who took care of their own. Niles was more of a street corner whore, pimped out by gangs in exchange for minimal protection.] I was a filthy hooker.
[Niles knows Connor is still aroused, he can see the tent in his pants, can feel the lingering hunger in his eyes, can tell by the faux casual nature of that light touch that it's a clear request. He'd done more than enough to earn a reward.]
But nevermind that. It's rude of me to keep you wanting. Strip. I need to see what I've got to work with.
[Niles' tone is far more authoritative than someone still firmly tied down had any right to be.]
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I should probably untie you now.
[Too bad, Niles looks good tied to his bed. Meaning he lingers, instead of actually releasing him.]
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His tongue flicks out and traces his lips with a quick swipe. Lazily, he rolls his head in a vague direction. It's probably not even the right way, but just meant to generally indicate 'elsewhere'.]
The keys are in my bag. There's water too.
[The clear implicit order is go fetch some for me.]
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You can't get your own water?
[It's a genuine question. Is Niles too weak to stand? He did pass out, after all.]
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Even if the noise caught Connor's attention, the move is so practiced to Niles that it's done by the time he turns back around.]
You've never heard the phrase 'while you're up?'
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And as it turns out, I was up for no reason anyway.
[He drops the keys back in the bag, eyeing the cuffs. He even goes as far as to scan them, but there's no obvious flaws in them. They're just regular handcuffs.]
If I asked how you did that, you wouldn't tell me, would you?
[There's obviously a reason he did it while Connor's back was turned.]
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[His smile makes it clear that the answer is no. Niles reaches down to untie his legs. Once he's free he swings them over the side of the bed and demonstrates that he can in fact walk just fine. Honestly there would be a little wobble in his step if it weren't for his tail's natural function as a balancing counterweight. The way it sways side to side is equal parts functional and deliberately teasing. He grabs his water and takes a few large gulps.]
And I'll show you another one if you give me a second to recover.
[Another, smaller sip, then he oddly splashes some on the back of one hand. The just damp fur is used to wipe off that now drying spurt that reached his face. He may not have licked his paw, but it was still a very catlike way to groom.]
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That does sound promising.
[His body language is much less rigid now that he’s not playing the role of being in control. The aggressive behaviour is no longer needed. Instead he’s relaxed— he’ll play any part that Niles wants him to now.]
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He shakes his head, to get sweat slick bangs out of his eyes, stretches out his legs and feet, and finishes cleaning himself up with increasingly overtly showy ways. But he doesn't lounge or posture for too long, keeping a close eye out for any signs of impatience. Connor had already undeniably won this round, and this was his well deserved award, not an attempt at retaliation or role reversal. So soon enough, Niles is settling to his knees, but oddly beside Connor rather than in front of him. He settles so that the back of his head is resting against the wall.]
Here, face me this way.
[He's giving Connor the opportunity to bring back as much of that aggressive behavior as he wants, and Niles will follow his lead. This is for him now. If he wants doting, attentive service, that's what he'll get. If he wants fast and sloppy sucking, Niles can do that. And if he wants to fuck Niles' face hard and slide deep down his throat, he's more than welcome.]
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He trusts that Niles will impress. It makes him eager, but he holds back from being too demanding- at least for now. He can ease into it. There's no need to rush.]
I like the way you look down there.
[A casual observation, said with a very slight smirk. Sometimes he's glad for his perfect memory. He gets to recall every small detail about this scene whenever he likes.]
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[There's a hint of an accent there. A throwback to before his time in the castle and his elocution lessons with Leo. It's the low class drawl of the slums of Nohr. He flashes a Connor a smile before wrapping his lips around the head and sucking.
He keeps his eye trained up, keeping that oh so alluring view as he lavishes attention on Connor's cock. For now it's all sucking and licks, tracing the edge of his head with his tongue, open mouthed kisses along the shaft, teasing, tantalizing hints of the heat and wetness of his mouth without taking in any more than the tip of his cock into his mouth properly. One hand strokes his whole length, coating the whole thing in saliva. His other reaches up to Connor's unoccupied hand, bringing it to wrap around the base of one of his horns. Just like earlier, if he wants more he'll have to take it.]
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His own eyes are lidded, a faint blue flush creeping over his cheeks as his cock slides further into his mouth. It doesn't surprise him that Niles is good at this, given his earlier admission. Doesn't surprise him that Niles know exactly how to look up at him, either- as if he wants nothing more than to be here sucking him off.]
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He's always been fond of hair pulling, but right now the feeling is just a little soured by what happened in the illusion. The strange pressure that Connor's grip on his horn is putting on his skull however, that is new. It's not painful by any stretch of the imagination, but there's a strain there, a tension. He likes it. The feeling sends a shower of sparks down his spine, but they fizzle out when they make it to his groin. He really was spent.]
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It's only when he decides he wants to finish that he holds Niles still by both horns, starting to buck his hips more earnestly into his mouth. That's when his cock hits the back of his throat, and it causes him to let out a soft, pleased sound. He watches Niles the whole time, but although his mind has long since become clouded with lust he never completely loses control.
Close to finishing, he pulls out of Niles' mouth and yanks his head back by the hair, stroking himself with his other hand. He remembers that he liked how Niles looked with his own come on his face. He avoids his eye and his eyepatch, the rest of his face is fair game.]
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Once he's spent, Niles blinks his eye open and has to fight down a giggle. His blue blush earlier had been surreal, a little ethereal, but a blueberry pecker was downright comical. He brings up a hand to wipe at his lips and deliberately waits until he's got eye contact before swiping his tongue over the mess left on them lazily.]