harrowgate | for Alcuin

Felix arrived perhaps slightly less-than-promptly at Alcuin's flat for their scheduled date to have dinner and peruse Alcuin's library. He had told Shannon simply that he was going out that evening, and had suggested one of Shannon's other friends -- with whom Felix did not get along well -- phone him for amusement that same night. That left Felix quite free to enjoy this time alone with his sweet friend.

He dressed very casually, but even his denim jeans were washed in a dark sand color and imprinted with faint swirling designs, and his shirt with the sleeves rolled up was beautifully patterned in emerald and rust. Felix simply did not do casual very well.

Ready with a smile when Alcuin answered his knock, Felix proffered a bottle of wine he'd procured on the recommendation of a sommelier who supplied Cabal soirees. "Good evening, darling. I know I'm late; you'll forgive me, won't you?"

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Watching, avaricious, Felix felt slightly jealous of that droplet. He released Alcuin's wrist only long enough to take the glass from him and set it aside. Then he caught one, then the other, of Alcuin's wrists in one large hand with slow deliberate grace. His other hand slid up Alcuin's back, and drew the smaller man close to him.

When he bent near to claim the taste of his lips, Felix did not quite close his eyes.

Alcuin kissed him back with enthusiasm, even as he melted into the hold Felix had on him. Surrendering.

Felix's tongue demanded more of him, indulging in the sweet taste of the wine lingering in Alcuin's mouth. His hand tightened around Alcuin's wrist with almost bruising force, keeping his hands captive and held away. With his other arm around Alcuin's back, he left the smaller man little choice about his surrender, for now.

Biting lightly at Alcuin's lower lip, Felix murmured, "I know you won't make me bind you this time, will you?"

Alcuin whimpered.

"I'll be good," he murmured. "And if I'm not... you'd make me, wouldn't you?"

"You will behave for me," Felix promised in a whisper edged like a growl, "even if I have to force you to."

He kissed Alcuin fiercely then, hard and insistent while holding him nearly immobile. Those soft sounds, that sweet-voiced admission, ignited a passion within him, made of nothing that was gentle and kind.

Alcuin gasped against Felix's mouth as soon as he was released long enough from the kiss to breathe. He wondered if they should move to the bedroom or if Felix wanted him right here. He wasn't going to ask; Felix had things well in control. He had Alcuin well in control.

A good dominant had a sense of when his submissive had surrendered to him, and Felix felt that in Alcuin now, in how the young man in his arms slipped into the boundaries that Felix had set for him. Willing, but not without agency. It was Felix's duty to ensure that Alcuin wanted to be controlled.

He could draw this out and toy with Alcuin before claiming him, but Felix had promised to be rough, and the way Alcuin had drawn in a breath when he said it made Felix quite certain he did not want to be teased.

Quickened by desire, Felix shifted his hold on Alcuin, broke their kiss abruptly, and lifted him in both arms. What he lacked in physical strength he made up for in fire. He strode to Alcuin's bedroom, pushing doors open with his shoulder, and half-tossed, half-dropped Alcuin on his bed. "Trousers off."

Alcuin was genuinely surprised by the way that Felix carried him to the bedroom. Good surprise, yes, but it was a reminder that Felix was stronger than he looked.

It wasn't as if Alcuin could really get more turned on at this point, but.

He bounced a bit on the mattress when Felix dropped him, and then allowed himself a moment of wide eyes at Felix before he scrambled to take off his trousers, underwear coming along with them.

Felix did not merely stand back and watch. He strode over to the drawer where he recalled Alcuin kept such things, and fetched some lubrication and a rubber. Those he dropped carelessly on the bed. Then he reached for Alcuin, grasped his hips in both hands, and flipped the smaller man over on his stomach.

He wasn't interested in giving orders, only in obedience. Felix's warm, slender hands thrust Alcuin's thighs apart. "Is this still what you want?" he demanded, softly, dangerously, as he did.

"Yes..." Alcuin gasped, without hesitation. He turned his head so that he could look at Felix, his eyes heavy lidded with desire, lips parted with quick breaths.

Felix caught Alcuin's heated gaze and held it, his strange eyes bright and sharp with hunger, his smile faintly cruel. "I don't require silence of you" he explained briefly, opening the bottle of lubrication without making any move to remove his own clothes. "If I hurt you, speak. Otherwise..."

He poured a generous amount of oil over his fingers, and slid his fingertips down the tender crevice of Alcuin's ass, exploring him briefly. Then, without any further teasing, he thrust one slender finger into the tight heat of his entrance. "Inspire me."

The words had barely left Felix's mouth when Alcuin drowned them out with a sharp cry - surprise and pleasure and just a note of pain at the sudden intrusion.

Inspire me.

"Do you want to hear me beg?" Alcuin breathed, even as his body adjusted to Felix's finger, and indeed, pushed back just slightly against him.

He throttled the hunger that swelled up in him in response to that brief hint of pain in Alcuin's voice. Felix did not seek to hurt him... for if he did, he feared he might not be able to stop.

"I want to hear you," Felix corrected, pressing one slim, well-slicked finger deeper into Alcuin's body. "Beg, scream, or moan if you feel moved. The only thing you may not do is remain silent."

Alcuin answered that with a moan, and curled his fingers into the sheets in front of him.

"I fear I could not if I tried," he gasped.

"Then you may wish to speak now," Felix suggested, low and silky. His fingers worked deep, a second and a third in quick, demanding succession, eased by enough generous oil that a few droplets slithered down Alcuin's inner thighs. "I don't intend to leave you the breath to form words once I'm having you."

Alcuin shuddered, and curved his back, angling his body just so.

"Will you make me scream, Felix?"

He was hard now, and the arch of his back was in part to provide some friction agains the mattress.

Felix could barely steady his breath, watching Alcuin's body beg him like that. His fingers thrust deep, twisted, and withdrew. He paused just long enough to clean his hands with his handkerchief before he began divesting himself of his own clothes.

Once his upper body was bare and he had slid the belt from his trousers, Felix answered Alcuin's question with a low, throaty command. "Get on your knees."

Alcuin slid up onto his knees without hesitation.

"Now?" he asked breathlessly, voice thick with need.

Felix rested one knee on the bed behind Alcuin, bare entirely now as he pressed up behind Alcuin's back. A soft tear and faint crinkle, as he opened the rubber and fitted it over his achingly hard cock with a breathless hiss of near agony. In a moment, the hot head of his cock pressed against Alcuin's slick, stretched entrance. Felix slid starving hands over Alcuin's body, wrapping the smaller man in his arms before yanking the shirt he still wore open without regard for fabric or buttons.

"Now," he growled against Alcuin's ear, and pulled Alcuin back hard, entering him in one long smooth stroke.

Alcuin gasped, body jerking and back arching as Felix pushed inside him.

"Yes..." he hissed, and he hoped that his surrender was written all over his body.

He thought a couple of buttons had popped off of his shirt but he didn't care.

Gasping for breath, Felix buried himself to the hilt in Alcuin's tight heat, and clutched him back against his chest as if he might somehow escape. He sought the silken skin of Alcuin's shoulder with hungry kisses, hard, biting, sucking, leaving marks. Just then, Alcuin was his, his unearthly beauty, his surrender, his to pleasure and his to take.

His hips were still, but trembling with the effort of remaining so. "Ask me," Felix purred, dangerously. "Beg me now."

Alcuin made shameless sounds of pleasure at the biting and sucking, his body moving in a clear desire for more of all of it. He could feel Felix inside him and he ached for more.

"Please..." he whimpered.

Felix's arm locked around Alcuin's middle, fingers digging in to his hip, holding him against any further writhing. His other hand rested with the gentle weight of subtle threat around the base of Alcuin's throat. "Please, what?" Felix insisted. "Tell me what you want."

Alcuin felt Felix's fingers bruising against his skin, but he didn't mind being held down like that; it grounded him.

Another quiet whimper, almost keening, and then, "I want you to fuck me, Felix. Please." The last word, both plea and gasp.

"Alcuin..." Felix gasped his name desperately, shuddering against his back. Only a short, rough breath served as warning before Felix was moving, drawing back and driving deep, hard, grinding his hipbones into the sweet softness of Alcuin's ass with every punishing thrust.

With one arm he held Alcuin firm, clasped tight against him. The other hand curled between Alcuin's legs, groping him possessively, wanting to know just how hard this made him.