fluffiest_archadian | [OOM] Sherral and Jay, during the party. (NSFW)

[OOM] Sherral and Jay, during the party. (NSFW)

The place Sherral is leading Jay, apparently, is a library that looks like it's probably barely used.

On this night, at least, it's completely empty.

[NSFW, has mature content.]

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Sherral unbuckles Jay's trousers quickly, pushing both them and his underwear down and gripping Jay's hips tight.

Swift and hard, he buries himself in Jay, thrusting hard and fast enough that every movement drives the other man's hips up against the table.

It's a good thing Sherral tied that gag tight because Jay screams - muffled and deep and completely perfect. He braces himself on his elbows, pushing back into each thrust so their bodies slap together.

Sherral groans, gripping Jay's hips tight enough to leave marks, setting a punishing pace.

He's remembering now why he picked a room fairly far from the ballroom with thick walls.

Jay takes it and takes it, wailing into each and every thrust till there's barely enough air in his lungs to breath.

He drops to his chest and pushes his arms behind himself, hoping Sherral will get the idea.

He very quickly gets Sherral's belt tied tight around his wrists, and Sherral's hand tangled in his hair roughly.

"Fuck, Jay," Sherral groans, the table creaking and shaking beneath them. "Faram, you're gorgeous."

Oh fuck yes! That drive Jay right to the edge and suddenly every breath is a fight not to fall apart then and there.

But it's a losing battle as Sherral ploughs him. Not that he wants Sherral to stop. His orgasm is just another muffled scream as his back jack-knifes.

Sherral has enough stamina to keep going for a while, before with a loud cry and a sharp jerk of his hips he comes, hand fisting in Jay's hair.

Slowly, breathing hard, he pulls out, untying Jay's wrists and then tugging the gag out and pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades.

It's a while before Jay can find the coordination to move, panting hard and wonderfully, wickedly sore. He eventually manages to get his arms under himself and pushes up to his elbows, groaning hotly. "You-" He swallows hard, his voice hoarse, "are a dangerous man to know."

As well as the bite marks on his neck, his wrists are unmistakably bruised.

{ooc: 1am, really must crash. Can't wait to tag back tomorrow! Love these two.}

"Hope I didn't push you too far," Sherral says gently, giving Jay a quick kiss.

[Sleep well! These two are great.]

Jay returns the kiss with a rumbling little laugh, groaning softy as he tries to stand. "You pushed me just perfect, beautiful. Oh fuck, that was good."

Sherral chuckles. "I'm glad. Do you want to sit down?"

Jay gives him a sardonically quizzical look. "Not sure about walking funny but I'm gunna be having trouble sitting for a few days. Not that I'm complaining."

But yes, he does need to sit down, leaning into Sherral a little to do it before pulling him into another quick kiss.

Sherral settles with him, kissing back. "I should hope not. I'd feel terribly guilty if you'd cause to complain."

Jay grins and pulls Sherral to sit with him. "And I won't feel guilty if I have an excuse to make you act all possessive again." He gestures to the very impressive mark on his neck. "Or were you just really, really bored?"

"Can't it be both?"

Jay laughs and kisses Sherral sweet and slow. "I hope I've brightened your evening."

He looks down at his trashed shirt. "And going back in there looking like this is going to brighten a few more."

"You have."

Sherral glances at the shirt, smiling wryly. "Ah, the damage isn't too bad, at least."

"I can make it work." Jay starts to pull himself together, trying to make himself presentable. "You can bet Alfred will get a good giggle out of this."

"Entertaining Mister Spangler is just what I've always wanted," Sherral says dryly, although not without some amusement, as he dresses.

Jay manages to make himself look, well... well fucked but now too disheveled. "I think I much prefer entertaining each other." He kisses Sherral long and deep.

"So have you had enough or do you want to mingle some more? I know I could do with a drink."

"I think I'm duty bound to stay the course, but I'll happily find you a way back to the bar and meet you there later, should you wish," Sherral says.

"I think I can stand a little more. If my shabby state isn't likely to disgrace you." He teases a little. "Besides, what's the point of a wedding if you miss out on the free booze?"

Sherral laughs, giving Jay a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Well, if you want to return to the party, who am I to stop you?"

"My captain, my lover, my friend." Jay replies softly, returning the soft kiss. "That's who you are."

He grins and straightens up. "Shall we?"

Sherral laughs softly. "Talk like that some more and I may have cause to keep you here."

He straightens up as well, though. "Aye. Head back the way we came, I'll circle about through the servants' passages to an entrance on the other side. May as well confuse the other partygoers a little."

" And part of me would be tempted to stay." Jay admits, half to himself as he follows Sherral's lead.

As they reach the door, he gives Sherral one last sweet kiss before stepping out into the party and heading straight to the bar.

{ooc: did you want to pick back up on the party thread?}

[Yeah, sounds good to me.]

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