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"I know that look, don't even think about it," Kieran hissed with narrowed eyes as Illario sauntered toward him.
They'd taken over the private room of Cafe Pietra for a meeting and it was late enough that there were only a handful of people left in the regular part of the cafe.
"What am I thinking, cariño?" Illario asked as he placed one hand on the wall just over Kieran's shoulder and leaned closer with a teasing smirk.
"The meeting may be over but we still have to be professional until we get home," Kieran scolded, well used to the weight of family legacy and the scrutiny that came along with it.
"Just one, mi corazón, to tide me over until we get home? I've been craving the taste of you for hours," Illario begged laughingly as he leaned down and in until there was barely enough space to breathe between them.
Kieran gave him an indulgent look before he closed the space between them to give Illario a short, chaste kiss.
Illario caught Kieran's chin before he could go far and pouted harder in the face of Kieran's unimpressed look.
"I want to taste you, my love," Illario reasserted before he caught Kieran's lips in a much more heated kiss. He swept his tongue over the elf's bottom lip and made a delighted sound when Kieran gave way to him.
Kieran still tasted like the tea he'd been drinking and Illario chased the taste of it until Kieran's teeth scraped warningly against his tongue.
Illario broke the kiss obligingly and wrapped his arm around Kieran's waist to pull him in tight so there was no space between them.
Kieran's hands flew up and pressed against Illario's chest while he shot the taller man a warning look.
"I will not do anything more than kiss you, you pervert," Kieran scolded with his face already flushing red. It only served to make the black Mythal vallaslin on his cheekbones that much more noticeable.
Illario pressed a kiss to one and trailed more gentle kisses down the side of Kieran's face and neck until he was blocked by shirt fabric.
Kieran, despite his protests, melted into the kisses and tilted his head to give Illario better access to his neck. He couldn't help the short, breathy moan that escaped him and the way he relaxed into Illario's embrace.
Illario smiled into the skin of Kieran's neck and gently pressed his thigh between Kieran's legs.
Kieran froze and shoved against Illario's chest with a yelp. He couldn't lean back because of the wall and Illario didn't move the shove was so light.
"Illario! If you get us banned from this cafe you have to explain to your brother why," Kieran hissed, overly aware of the door two feet to his right.
It wasn't even locked.
"They wouldn't dare. House Dellamorte owns it," Illario dismissed absently as he pressed kisses to Kieran's clothed shoulder.
The half elf was wearing one of the soft, expensive shirts that Illario had gifted him since they'd gotten involved and it always gave Illario a thrill to see Kieran using one of his gifts. This one was black with vivid purple embroidery along the collar and down the buttons and paired perfectly with Kieran's tan pants and dark brown boots.
Illario was decked out in his usual black and silver, with a deep purple sash around his waist. He had on more of his jewelry than he wore on a normal day because the merchant he'd met with was rich enough to need impressing. Silverite hung from his ears, draped around his neck and sat pretty on every other finger. All of it inlaid with gems.
"Besides, it wouldn't be the first time I had fun with someone here," Illario said with a sly smile that only grew when Kieran went stiff in his arms.
It was a dangerous game to play, tugging a tiger's tail, but Illario just couldn't help himself.
Stoking the flames of Kieran's jealousy was usually very rewarding, even if said flames did threaten to devour him.
Sure enough Kieran's hands dragged him down into a much rougher kiss, sharp Elvhen teeth sinking into his lip and long fingernails digging into his jaw.
Illario grinned into the kiss and reached over to flip the lock on the door. No one would dare interrupt them, they knew Illario too well, but it would sooth some of Kieran's nerves to have it locked.
Illario reached down with his free hand to tug Kieran's shirt out of his pants and stroked his hand up along the soft skin of the mage's belly. His fingertips found something smooth and embroidered under the linen of Kieran's shirt and he broke the kiss with a confused noise.
Kieran's face was flushing the reddest Illario had ever seen him and he finally ducked his head and buried his face in the taller Crow's shoulder. His hands slid down from Illario's neck to wrap tight around the taller man's biceps.
"What is this, cariño, hm?" Illario asked as he ran his fingers questioningly along the silk and lace.
Kieran growled something into his shoulder before he could bring himself to look Illario in the eye again.
"It was supposed to be a surprise for when we got home," Kieran hissed, face beet red. His grip was steady on Illario's arms, no resistance in his body or face except for his natural shyness.
Illario followed a ribbon down from the belt and got his fingertips into Kieran's pants enough to feel more silk and lace rather than the usual soft cotton that Kieran wore under his clothes.
"You've been wearing these all day?" Illario growled as he stroked his fingers roughly along the crease of his beloved's hip.
"I know you, I wouldn't have time to change," Kieran griped even as he worked the buttons of his shirt open.
The soft fabric made hardly a sound as it hit the floor but Illario was too distracted by what it had been hiding to care.
He'd half expected Kieran's favoured colours, blue and grey, and he couldn't think past the arousal and surprise that Kieran had chosen black silk and purple lace instead.
The black looked divine wrapped around Kieran's slender waist, matched perfectly to his thigh high stockings and the small bows tied at each hip.
The purple lace emphasized the curves of his body, stretched appealingly around the muscle of his thighs and offered teasing glimpses of skin everywhere there wasn't black silk.
"Yes, I knew you'd like it," Kieran laughed breathlessly as he shoved his pants off to join his shirt on the floor. He'd already kicked out of his boots and used one stocking clad foot to push his clothes out from underfoot.
Illario didn't reply as he dropped to his knees and slid a hand down from Kieran's hip to the back of his knee so he could draw it up and over his shoulder. He pressed kisses from Kieran's silk covered knee to the top of his thigh high stockings with deliberate, teasing slowness.
Kieran smothered a laugh behind his hand at the ticklish sensation while his other hand dug into Illario's hair for balance. Even with Illario on his knees their height difference was obvious and Kieran was already unsteady standing on the toes of one foot.
Illario steadied Kieran with a hand on the thigh over his shoulder and brought his other hand down to stroke it lightly over Kieran's cunt.
Kieran dug his teeth into his palm to keep himself from moaning way too loud and Illario groaned softly at how hot and damp Kieran was already.
"So wet for me already. I've been craving the taste of you here all day too," Illario said, soft and hot, while his breath swept teasingly over Kieran's thigh.
He wasted no more time on teasing and leaned in to give a long languid lick along the same path his fingers had taken.
Kieran's squeal wasn't quite smothered by the hand over his mouth and Illario grinned as he licked again, one long, slow swipe of his tongue over damp silk.
Kieran's heel dug into his back and he went tense all over, struggling to stay quiet, as Illario set himself to the task of driving the half elf wild with just his tongue. He barely bothered to nose Kieran's underwear aside, using the drag of soaked fabric to tease Kieran ever higher.
When he knew his lover was close to the edge Illario brought his hand down from it's supportive position at Kieran's hip and slid one of his long fingers deep into Kieran's cunt while he sucked softly on Kieran's clit through the silk.
Kieran's hand slipped from Illario's hair and joined it's twin over the mage's mouth to smother his cries as he came. His heel dug into Illario's back again and his thighs clenched hard around the Crow's ears as Illario gently stroked him through his climax.
Illario dropped Kieran's thigh and stood, hands on Kieran's waist as the elf shuddered through the aftermath of an orgasm. He waited until Kieran was looking at him, flushed and panting still, to run his tongue along his bottom lip to clean more of Kieran's slick from his face.
Kieran groaned softly in embarrassment and shoved Illario back a half step, proving again he could push Illario around if he wanted to, and to Illario's surprise ignored his clothes on the floor in favour of approaching the table.
Illario's meeting partner hadn't been interested in food and so Kieran just had to push Illario's wine glass aside as he leaned down to brace his elbows on the dark wood. He looked over one of his shoulders and arched his back with an inviting wiggle of his hips.
"May as well fuck me here because when we get home I'm going to tie you to the bed," Kieran said as Illario jumped to close the distance between them.
Kieran twisted and stuck his leg out to halt Illario in his tracks with one delicate foot against his stomach.
"Clothes off! I'm not walking across half the city with you in dirty clothing," he commanded, because he knew Illario would without shame if he let the Crow get impatient here.
"That's where the line is? Not fucking in the backroom of a busy cafe?" Illario laughed as he stripped out of his clothes with swift, practised ease. They joined Kieran's discarded clothing on the floor in a messy pile.
"It is if you want to fuck me tonight," Kieran drawled back as Illario draped himself overtop Kieran's bent form. The mage hummed happily as Illario's heat enveloped him, chasing away the chill that had been crawling across his already sweaty skin.
Illario indulged himself in a few kisses along Kieran's shoulder, sucking marks in easy to cover spots, as he stroked a soothing hand along Kieran's smooth stomach.
Kieran melted into the gentle touches and rewarded Illario's tenderness by rocking his hips back to grind Illario's cock up against the soft swell of his ass. He enjoyed feeling the rumble of Illario's groan where his back was pressed against Illario's chest.
Kieran smiled as he caught Illario's hand where it was drifting down his stomach and laid it on the silk bow on his hip.
"Untie those, dearest, I want you in me," Kieran coaxed and laughed when Illario's fingers fumbled at the slippery silk in his eagerness. He untied the other bow himself and let the already ruined scrap of silk drop to the floor, leaving him bare and open.
Kieran shivered when Illario straightened up to admire the way he looked as he fisted his aching cock and ran the head of it along the wet lips of Kieran's cunt.
Kieran slapped a hand back over his own mouth as Illario pushed his cock in, afraid of moaning loud enough for someone in the main cafe to hear. Illario's cock was thick enough to make it a tight fit, but not so big as to make it painful, and Kieran loved it.
"So hot, so wet, so perfect, the way your body feels is addicting," Illario whispered as he dragged Kieran back with the hand on his hip until his hips met Kieran's ass with a wet smacking sound. His damned cocky attitude was well earned and he was the most skilled lover Kieran had ever had.
"Yes, fuck yes, just like that, all the way," Kieran gasped, breathless. He let his hand fall away from his mouth and his head drop forward until his forehead nearly hit the table because the stretch of Illario's cock felt perfect.
"You've ruined me for anyone else, but that's what you wanted isn't it," Illario panted as he started to thrust, slower than either of them were craving. He leaned forward again to lay a hand on the table and kept his tortuously slow pace even as he put more power into the snap of his hips.
"Yes, you're mine now, aren't you, all mine," Kieran purred and arched his back while he tightened around Illario's cock as he drew it out. Exactly how they both liked it. His hands slipped on the table as he pushed himself back and he hardly noticed.
"All yours," Illario agreed breathlessly as he wound a hand in Kieran's garter belt and used it to pull the elf back onto his cock.
His thrusts sped up as he felt the end approaching and he pushed himself back up to standing straight so he could use his hand to press up on Kieran's lower belly.
Kieran slapped a hand over his mouth again and was glad he could slump down against the table as he shook through another toe curling orgasm.
Illario groaned and let the flutter of Kieran's muscles draw him into his own climax, pressing harder with his hand to coax Kieran's body into a longer orgasm. He stroked his hand slowly up Kieran's stomach as the elf continued to tremble, soothing again.
He ever so briefly imagined Kieran's belly swollen with a child made of the best of both of them and felt his cock twitch and give one last spurt of cum, which made Kieran groan.
After taking a moment to catch his breath Kieran pushed himself off the table to lean back against Illario's heaving chest, desperate for the warmth he put off in spades.
Illario wrapped his arms around Kieran's waist and happily cuddled the petite elf close, the two of them trading soft kisses over Kieran's shoulder.
They parted with an indecent sound after another few minutes of basking in each other's closeness.
Kieran made a disgusted noise and shoved playfully at Illario for laughing. He dug his clothes out of the pile they'd ended up in and slid them on loosely. He picked up his ruined underwear from where they'd fallen on the floor and shoved them in one of his pockets.
Illario stole another kiss after he'd gotten his pants on, overcome with affection even as Kieran's treat for him disappeared under his clothing again.
He'd never be tired of the way Kieran leaned into him, easy and affectionate.
Kieran's eyes were full of soft, sweet tenderness as they separated again and Illario felt warmed all the way through by the gentleness of it.
He'd never thought he could have a love like this, an overwhelming ocean of adoration. He'd expected a cold, businesslike marriage arranged by Caterina's hand when he'd bothered to think about it.
"Marry me," he blurted out before he could think about it too hard.
Kieran fumbled the buttons of his shirt and turned an incredulous look on Illario.
The silence dragged out for a moment as they both absorbed what Illario had just said.
Ice was starting to run down Illario's spine the longer it took for Kieran to respond when the elf let out a delighted laugh.
"Really? Now?" Kieran asked with a sweep of his hand at their surroundings and then a gesture at their rumpled state.
Illario smiled and shrugged, unrepentant.
Kieran abandoned his shirt buttons and crowded up close to Illario to pull him down into another kiss.
"Yes, you silly man, I'll marry you. We were already till death do us part anyway," Kieran said softly when they broke the kiss. He was shaking his head, still shocked by the question, but he was smiling and that's what mattered.
Illario was so overjoyed that he scooped Kieran up into his arms and spun them both around and basked in Kieran's laughter.