[CLOSED] It's all fun and games until somebody gets laid.

[airshipswank]

Who: Lord Buckingham (airshipswank), Athos (thestormcomes) & Ellen Harvelle (justrunsasaloon
Where: Buckingham's room & tba
When: April 12th & 13th
Rating: R+ for sexual content
Summary: Saturday is game day for Athos and Buckingham. This weekend the latter has a particularly brilliant idea to raise the stakes. One day later Ellen makes an equally brilliant choice about the flavour of social interaction currently missing in her life.

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[airshipswank]

His practiced approach only allows for so much distraction, but Buckingham treats himself to a smirk when his lost wager is accepted with moans instead of taunts, when indeed the Athos is at a loss for words.

Almost at a loss for words.

The duke withdraws slightly from his work, and for a moment only his hand resumes its slow and dutiful motion lazily, while he takes the opportunity to wipe a thin trail of saliva from his lips, as he looks up at the Musketeer.

"I'd not have you claim I did not... pay in full."

He gives Athos a firm squeeze that only just misses the border of too much force, and leans forward again. His fingers have served their purpose then, and in their place his tongue slides easily along the whole of Athos' cock, as if he truly relished the taste.

Heavily Buckingham exhales, and finally draws in a deep breath as he braces himself, remembering that he is rather out of practice for the next feat. All the same he parts his lips and takes Athos' in, this time cautiously and slowly and as far as he will go down his throat.

im crying at that icon

[thestormcomes]

It is with the utmost strength he can possibly muster that Athos has determined not to fall victim to Buckingham's egregiously wicked ways. By this he intends to keep any and all opinions flowing, heedless and unbidden, from his mouth - it would be too much satisfaction to offer the duke should Buckingham think he silenced the musketeer. The scandal.

"I would hate to have you - ngh - come back for a second installment," he mumbles, eyeing Buckingham with no small amount of suspicion as his grip suddenly becomes a little too tight for his liking.

It is while Athos is looking down that he sees (and feels) the duke attempting to swallow him whole. He finds it both mesmerizing and disturbing.

"Christ, man, are you trying to choke yourself?"

So maybe he hasn't seen this particular technique executed before.

g o o d

[airshipswank]

Ah yes, of course, Buckingham can feel the hatred on his tongue, the Musketeer truly must resent it with every hard and shivering moment of his being.

And Buckingham would happily voice as much, would voice still more about how it is not his but Athos' prerogative to demand the performance repeated, but the duke's attempt is going rather well and deep, denying him the ability to respond quite so vocally.

Instead he finds contentment in rolling his eyes, and letting his nails dig deep into Athos' exposed thigh.

meanieface :(

[thestormcomes]

Yes, it is true, Athos is most certainly despising every second of this excruciatingly erotic encounter with the last person he ever thought he would see on his knees (and willingly, bless him). There is nothing satisfying in the way that Buckingham's mouth feels around his cock, and there is certainly no reason for the musketeer to enjoy the sensations and the circumstances to their fullest potential.

Slander and calumny, of course, the only thing that Athos is not currently taking pleasure in are the fingernails clenching uncomfortably in his thighs. He hisses and his attention is jerked back downward, where someone is prolonging the experience by making it a lot more difficult to reach completion.

"Rappelez-vous," Athos grumbles, brow furrowing.

[airshipswank]

No taste for a little pain with the pleasure, eh? Too bad, but if that is how monsieur wishes to celebrate his victory, then Buckingham supposes he can oblige and pull back his claws, so to speak. And smoothly he runs his palms across the crescent marks in Athos' flesh, taking away the edge of their sting; a ritual that is more habit than apology.

Afterwards he withdraws with a soft popping sound, and indulges in a few deep breaths while letting his tongue swirl lazily around the Musketeer's cock. He glances up and considers taking the opportunity to voice a comment, but alas, in his present position nothing of sufficient poignancy springs to mind, and so he resigns himself to using his mouth as before, silently letting Athos slide back into it.

[thestormcomes]

Athos often finds that his own pain will distract from his pleasure, and as such it is not enhanced by Buckingham's unnecessary talons digging into his skin. With the duke silenced and doing his damnedest to firmly unhinge the musketeer, Athos is finally permitted to let his head touch the wall in peace with a low and satisfied groan.

It is this singular noise that draws attention to the fact that he is getting close, and while not entirely in his right mind therefore forgets the duke's dislike of a rumpled coif. One rough hand, scarred from duels and twitching for the right manner of hold, slips its way back into Buckingham's hair as Athos thrusts forward.

[airshipswank]

The duke is about to indulge in all the gloating that Athos' contentment warrants, but a rough grab pulls him from the moment, and a sudden thrust drags a muffled groan of surprise from him instead. Glancing up sharply and finding himself unseen by eyes that seem closed in bliss Buckingham silently agrees to postpone his objections to a time when he can actually give them voice.

In the meanwhile his own hand wanders upwards, palm pressed down firmly, and comes to stroke the Musketeer's stomach, and warm skin that holds many more scars still. It lets him feel the muscle tensing underneath, helps to anticipate the next thrust better. To anticipate the end which must be near now, quite frankly he is surprised Athos lasted as long as he did, perhaps the Musketeer took better care of himself than Buckingham thought...

His other hand presses down near the base of Athos' cock, one finger after another in a coaxing little massage, while his tongue swirls wet and eager as ever, and the rhythm of his his lips' back and forth seeks to drag the satisfaction from the Musketeer.

[thestormcomes]

Had Athos any whit of concern for His Lordship's comfort and accommodation, he would certainly not jerk so forcefully, would not revel so completely in the submission of an old-foe-turned...something inexplicable. Athos hasn't the head for word games, he finds his actions tend to speak louder and more eloquently.

He flinches ever so slightly at the soft touch - perhaps an afterthought on Buckingham's part, stroking his stomach, perusing the scant territory he is permitted to explore. It would be a comforting gesture were he not otherwise preoccupied massaging the duke's scalp while rocking into his mouth. Athos is surprised he's lasted as long as he has as well, although it will not be for much longer-

-not with the duke sucking so gently, so carefully, and Athos can feel himself tense, clinging to the last bastion before allowing himself the fall and with a heavy groan, he climaxes.