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hi friends, welcome to the r/ncd au, which I'll be posting some of the installments of here. why here? because I know some folks may be interested in it, but honestly, I don't really prefer the idea of posting to ao3 with the rest of my work, and I don't want to muddle it into my dreamwidth posts. for ao3, it feels like a level of abstraction from canon that is more than I'd like to go tossing up on there for casual browsing, you dig? if you're here, it's likely because you have some passing familiarity with me, my work... not just that you were browsing the fe tag, you dig?
premise- based very loosely on modern us military structure, not set in the real world at all, liberties taken, this is uniform porn
mark- enlisted, but a special classification of strategist
karel- contractor, special operations, married to mark, deployed A Lot
volke- contractor, private security, mark's hired bodyguard (:
and from there? we pick up. #au_ncd #karel #volke #mark
r-18, 2752 words, part 1/?
(the one in which mark's bodyguard kisses them, and their husband isn't mad at all)
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"Karel, my 'companion' just kissed me?!" they whispered into the phone. "What the fuck?! And, no, I did not kiss back!"
Mostly not a lie. He'd kissed with such a heady decadence that for a brief few seconds, as starved for physical intimacy as they were, they'd kissed as though to devour him, but they had cut that off, excused themself. There had been no grace to it as they'd hurried off to the bathroom. To clean up, clean the blood off, supposedly. It was still spattered on them as they stood over the sink.
"…Lovely…" he started, a puzzlement in his voice. "…Was that one of the terms?"
"Terms? What? Why would I have said anything about that?"
"Hm. Unexpected…"
"I'll say?! He's such a professional!"
They realized they were starting to go above a whisper, quieted themself.
"… Mark. What did you hire that man for?"
"For what you said, as a companion to be sure I'm taken care of, while you're on assignment."
"Taken care of… in what way?" he asked.
"A bodyguard, of course. Especially since we're rather limited already…"
Karel was quiet. They heard a low, rough laugh, then. "Mark… He understood the assignment… pah. You did not."
"…what?"
"I intended you to find someone to meet your needs for intimacy while I'm away…"
"I- you?! You what?!"
"Companion, to ensure you were taken care of. How much more clear might I have been?"
"…Karel, did you mean…escort?" Mark asked.
"Is that not…"
He was quiet. They could practically feel how he squinted, and that shifted into a scowl.
"They are not the same," Mark said. "And it's still…"
"I… hmph. Mark, he clearly understood my intent that you take a lover… if he is someone you find attractive…"
God, but they did. The sly tilt of his mouth, his bottomless eyes that they couldn't get out of their head, could lose time staring into, those hands – strong, capable, and so nimble, his thighs that they wanted to straddle – even the smoke from his cigarettes had saturated their thoughts.
"I…" and they swallowed. "Yes."
"Then take advantage of the situation, lovely," he said.
"I… assuming he didn't decide I'm crazy and leave…"
"Go," he said, succinctly, and the line hung silent, dead.
love you « mark1
saint » love, go
fyi all safe but was almost assassinated tell u abt it later « mark1
saint » call later
saint » go
They raked their hair back into place in the mirror, made some attempts at straightening the torn suit, courtesy of said assassination attempt, before giving up and squaring their shoulders.
Volke was standing in the same place, looked them over as they came out.
"Warrant officer," he said, simply. "Misunderstanding, I guess."
"… You could say that," they said, stepping back into his radius, at each point far too aware of how quickly he could close the distance. "On my side, though, it seems."
"Eh?" he asked. "Do tell."
"Well. It seems I didn't understand what my husband was telling me to… do."
That same sly smile took its place on his lips. He shifted his weight.
"Mhmm… I realized as much when you seemed so scandalized. You're rather loyal, aren't you?"
"Yes. To him… but, if even he thinks this is a good idea…"
Volke raised a brow. "Go on."
"I… well. You're a handsome man. And I do have you already under contract… and it is what you thought I had you for…"
"Go on," he said, grin growing wider.
"If you're still open to it… I am… still thinking about earlier…"
"Foreplay?" he asked.
His earlier words, before he'd kissed them, before they'd hidden in the bathroom to call their husband, came rocketing back to them, his question, "...that enough foreplay that now we can get to the reason you hired me?"
They'd underestimated his quickness in closing that distance, in his hand being just short of touching their face. His skin smelled of smoke.
"I…yes. I'd be an idiot to disobey my dear husband's direct wishes," they chuckled.
"He is a fearsome man," Volke agreed.
"So if you're still open to it…"
"To what?" he cackled.
"To… fucking," they said, feeling so dirty at saying it in such a way, and then so immature for feeling that filth in it.
"Oh, yes," he said. "Normally I'm not paid… heh, I'll have to really give it my all."
"He wasn't wrong… it's been a while. I do need… something…"
"Mm, I'm aware …his name sounds so filthy in your voice…"
They started, eyes wide.
"Sweetheart…" he said, a smug note to his voice. He let that touch alight onto their face. "I actually was doing the job you thought you hired me for, too… I've been rather close to do that."
"You thought I was hiring you as an escort and you-?!"
"Eh, you have threats, I'm a professional. Can't help notice them… and I figured might be a kink thing for you. Why else do you hire a contractor as a fucktoy?"
"That wasn't what I-"
"Well, yes," he laughed, a low cough in it. "Makes a lot more sense now, you know."
"I'd imagine… We're still talking, though, and…"
Volke's fingers tightened on their cheek. He leaned in, kissed them, lips guiding theirs open immediately. They let him, let his tongue slip into their mouth, licked back at him. They hadn't expected him to moan, low, soft into their mouth as his lips caressed theirs.
The kiss alone was making them aware of the aching need between their thighs.
"Volke…" they breathed.
He pulled them back with him towards the couch. When he bumped into the edge, he pulled them down astride himself.
Their dress pants pulled tight against their thighs, spread apart so across his lap. They kicked their heels off to two small thuds against the floor.
He broke from the kiss – the series of them, really – finally.
"Hm, your preference? It's your contract."
"…How do you mean?"
"Am I in charge of this? You're usually, eh?"
"Oh. Oh… you're… mm. You seem like you know how to run things… Let me be a little lazy?"
"You're cute," he said, chuckled. "Lazy? You're staying up there…but a lot is coming off. I want to see those tits without having to peek through the blinds for them."
"You… hah. Pervert."
"I was guarding you," he said, slipping buttons on their shirt, baring more and more of their undershirt. He shucked the shirt from their shoulders, yanked the undershirt from its tuck, baring their breasts.
"No bra… They're even better than I'd thought… heh, what I wouldn't give to see these in a push-up. You'd be choking on them."
He said it, cupped his hands against them both, feeling the heft of them. His hands were so warm, gentle despite the brush of callouses from every weapon he was practiced in holding.
"And he leaves these? For months at a time? Your man…" he chuckled. "I'm not giving them back."
"You're really into tits, huh?"
He gave them an appreciative squeeze, then dropped his head to press his mouth against them. That touch was velvet-soft, and then he suckled.
They couldn't help it. They grabbed onto his shoulders to steady themself.
"Oh, god, Volke…"
He didn't let up, and when he switched to the other, the anticipation had made them that much more sensitive, receptive, vocal as his mouth tended to that tender, pebbled flesh.
When he released, the sound of it was lewd, wet, a pop that seemed to echo in their ear. They made a shocked sound as he was back to it for more kisses laid against, around their swollen nipples.
"Hm, since I thought I was whoring," he said, "I have options… you don't have any allergies on record… latex? Vinyl?"
"No, none. Whatever feels best for you." They snickered. "…You looked into my allergies…"
"In case of poisoning, of course."
"Oh, sure," they said. "Of course."
He had their pants undone. They stood just enough to slip out of them, and he fingered at the hip of the underwear they were left in.
"Oh, these… but you didn't expect to get laid?"
"Can't a bitch just want cute underwear?" they asked.
His fingers slipped under the band, snapped it against their skin.
"A bitch didn't also think about the bodyguard seeing them?" he asked, eyes steady on theirs.
"Huh… mm."
"Heh, what would your husband have thought?"
"That I'm a damn moron, apparently."
He toyed more with the black lace, ran his finger along the clothed seam of their lips.
"Oh… Volke…"
Heat crept through them. They hadn't had any touch from another save for Karel's in nearly a decade, nor any touch but their own in months. He pressed in more firmly, rocked his hand against them. Their breath caught.
Their hands finally stirred into action, tugging his tie loose, then undone. It had blocked a stripe out of the blood sprayed across his shirt.
He pushed close to them, nocked his mouth against their neck, kissed there.
It forced their hands to an odd angle to keep undoing his shirt. His own shoved under theirs, unfastening his own buttons, and they took to pushing the dress jacket from his shoulders.
His fingers slipped in from the side of their underwear, touched far more directly between their sodden lips.
"God, you're wet," he said, clear amusement in his voice.
"I- you expected me not to be, after- oh- ha- Volke, fuck-"
His fingers were inside of them, curling, stroking, clear strength in his grip. His thumb found a place circling against their clit.
"Nn- oh, god, that's too fast-" they sighed.
It'd been far too long.
"Fuck-"
"It's as fast as I want it to be. Your husband wouldn't want me slacking, eh?"
They trembled, their pleasure poised on the edge.
"Let's call him, ask."
They hadn't felt, seen him grab their phone. He shouldn't have known their unlock code. He shouldn't have known Karel's alias he was saved as in their phone. It was ringing, though, despite all of those facts, on speaker.
"Volke?!" they gasped.
"… Lovely," Karel answered.
Volke chuckled. "Good to finally speak to the man behind my employer… So I said I doubted you wanted me to make the poor thing wait to come…"
Mark could practically see the color in Karel's cheeks through the pointed silence from the other end of the line.
"That is correct," he finally said.
This whole time, Volke had them held on that edge, just enough to keep them there, not enough to let them tip over. They wanted to scream.
"Lovely, do you want to?" he asked.
Finding their voice took a longer moment than they wanted as pleasure roiled in them, threatening to overflow.
"Yes, Karel, naturally…?!"
"Mm… Yes, please do as is needed," Karel said, something dark in his voice.
"I'd like to hear it," he then added.
"Of course," Volke said.
What he did had them crying out, gasping, had his hand, his pants soaked in squirt.
"Oh, you are so cute when you call his name. But," Volke chuckled, the words only making sense on a delay, their realizing they'd had no idea what they'd said at all. He gripped them from the inside tighter. "I'm the one making you come. Call mine, this time."
"Lovely, do be respectful of the man's work…"
A hot flush went through them.
"I- shit. Yeah. Sorry."
Volke kissed them, hot, wet.
"Hmph, I'd be offended, but, look at you. You're smitten with the man. Heh. In love with your damn husband."
They looked away, laughed softly, nervously.
"Stop that, come here," he chuckled, kissed them again, more heat behind it, as his hand resumed its efforts, seeming to hold the very points of their pleasure between his fingers.
It was too fast, too easy, too much.
"Volke!" they sobbed, realizing themself to indeed be sobbing as he drove them to another shaking, trembling orgasm.
"Volke…oh, god, Volke," they breathed.
"I'll take my leave," Karel chuckled, that odd accent suddenly so apparent in his voice to them with someone else listening. "Volke? …Let me know how it goes."
Mark felt the heat surge into their face.
The line went dead.
"Eheh… status report at the end? You are a damn job."
"I mean, you are getting paid," Mark countered, a weak grin on their lips as they tried to regain themself.
His fingers hooked in the waist of the underwear, pulled them down. Mark rose once more from where they'd involuntarily sunk in his lap to let them slip down their legs.
Volke meanwhile shrugged out of his shirt until stopped by his slacks, which he had undone, shoved down with military efficiency.
Slacks, and, they noticed in the same motion, the underwear…
"You were planning to get laid," they said, noting the shiny fabric.
His legs shifted as he toed off the dress shoes.
"I thought it was our whole arrangement," he said.
But their eyes were drawn to his fully hard cock, fingers reaching for it, for that gentle curve in it, the thickness of it, the blunt head bared by erection, and below all of that, his rather heavy-looking balls that sat snugged up close to his body.
"I…oh," they said, gaze sweeping up to meet his. "Volke…"
"Hmm?" he asked, grin crooked and smug.
"You're… that's perfect."
He made a hitched sound. There was color in his cheeks.
"Thanks. Had nothing to do with it."
"Mm… want you inside me," they all but purred, settling back into his lap.
He chuckled, cleared his throat as he pulled a wrapper from the discarded pants' pocket.
"Put it on for me," he said, handing it to them.
"Oh… mm," they hummed, tearing it open and peeking at it to see which side. They traced their fingertips down his cock, getting the size of him. Oh, he'd be good to take.
They rolled the thin – very thin, they noted, barely a whisper between them – condom down his cock.
"This… it's very nice," they said, meeting his eyes as their fingers curled around his sheathed length, stroked.
"I don't come cheap," he said. "Get on me, sweetheart."
They shifted in his lap, threaded their hand between their bodies to line his cock with their sopping entrance. As they slid down, they groaned softly at the stretch of him.
"Nn- I feel like a fucking…virgin again, it's been so long."
His breath hissed and his arms wound around them, dragging them in flush with himself. He gritted his teeth.
"You're tight like one…"
"Ha… ha, oh, you- you feel good," they breathed, staring to rise and fall in his lap. "Fuck-"
Their waterline burned.
He kissed them, deep, mouth so sensual on theirs, so unexpectedly sweet.
"Mm… here, let me get deeper," he said, had them tight in his arms, held flush against himself as he turned, lay them down onto the couch.
That first thrust seemed to reach to their very core, had them gasping as though the breath had been punched out of them.
"Damn- tight as fuck!"
The slap of skin echoed through the room as he shifted his angle until their eyes pinched shut and they grabbed onto his arm, grip so tight they were certain they'd leave a bruise in the shape of their hand on him.
"Yes- there! There, please!" they yelped.
He thrust into them as though it was his sole calling in life.
"Oh, god-"
"Him? Heh, no, I'm-"
He was cut off with a low groan.
"Fuck! You'll get me this fast-"
"Please!"
"Ah- so polite, damn- Suppose I- ngk-"
They felt the throb of him, a heady pulsing. He stayed still a long moment, face slack with ecstasy.
He winced, though, as he pulled out and stripped off the condom, tying it off with an efficiency that seemed far too practiced.
He dropped it onto their chest, sticky with their own fluids, and full – very full.
Their gaze went from that, up to him, brows raised.
They mimed an o shape with their mouth.
"Hm? Been a while for me, too."
They just panted, staring up at the man who was not their husband. The fine as hell man who had given them their first dick in months.
"Heh…" he huffed, "let's pick a different surface for round two. I brought plenty."
He dropped the whole strip of them onto their chest atop the spent one.
-----rehide
bonus~ some art I doodled~
rehide
premise- based very loosely on modern us military structure, not set in the real world at all, liberties taken, this is uniform porn
mark- enlisted, but a special classification of strategist
karel- contractor, special operations, married to mark, deployed A Lot
volke- contractor, private security, mark's hired bodyguard (:
and from there? we pick up. #au_ncd #karel #volke #mark
r-18, 2752 words, part 1/?
(the one in which mark's bodyguard kisses them, and their husband isn't mad at all)
-----
"Karel, my 'companion' just kissed me?!" they whispered into the phone. "What the fuck?! And, no, I did not kiss back!"
Mostly not a lie. He'd kissed with such a heady decadence that for a brief few seconds, as starved for physical intimacy as they were, they'd kissed as though to devour him, but they had cut that off, excused themself. There had been no grace to it as they'd hurried off to the bathroom. To clean up, clean the blood off, supposedly. It was still spattered on them as they stood over the sink.
"…Lovely…" he started, a puzzlement in his voice. "…Was that one of the terms?"
"Terms? What? Why would I have said anything about that?"
"Hm. Unexpected…"
"I'll say?! He's such a professional!"
They realized they were starting to go above a whisper, quieted themself.
"… Mark. What did you hire that man for?"
"For what you said, as a companion to be sure I'm taken care of, while you're on assignment."
"Taken care of… in what way?" he asked.
"A bodyguard, of course. Especially since we're rather limited already…"
Karel was quiet. They heard a low, rough laugh, then. "Mark… He understood the assignment… pah. You did not."
"…what?"
"I intended you to find someone to meet your needs for intimacy while I'm away…"
"I- you?! You what?!"
"Companion, to ensure you were taken care of. How much more clear might I have been?"
"…Karel, did you mean…escort?" Mark asked.
"Is that not…"
He was quiet. They could practically feel how he squinted, and that shifted into a scowl.
"They are not the same," Mark said. "And it's still…"
"I… hmph. Mark, he clearly understood my intent that you take a lover… if he is someone you find attractive…"
God, but they did. The sly tilt of his mouth, his bottomless eyes that they couldn't get out of their head, could lose time staring into, those hands – strong, capable, and so nimble, his thighs that they wanted to straddle – even the smoke from his cigarettes had saturated their thoughts.
"I…" and they swallowed. "Yes."
"Then take advantage of the situation, lovely," he said.
"I… assuming he didn't decide I'm crazy and leave…"
"Go," he said, succinctly, and the line hung silent, dead.
love you « mark1
saint » love, go
fyi all safe but was almost assassinated tell u abt it later « mark1
saint » call later
saint » go
They raked their hair back into place in the mirror, made some attempts at straightening the torn suit, courtesy of said assassination attempt, before giving up and squaring their shoulders.
Volke was standing in the same place, looked them over as they came out.
"Warrant officer," he said, simply. "Misunderstanding, I guess."
"… You could say that," they said, stepping back into his radius, at each point far too aware of how quickly he could close the distance. "On my side, though, it seems."
"Eh?" he asked. "Do tell."
"Well. It seems I didn't understand what my husband was telling me to… do."
That same sly smile took its place on his lips. He shifted his weight.
"Mhmm… I realized as much when you seemed so scandalized. You're rather loyal, aren't you?"
"Yes. To him… but, if even he thinks this is a good idea…"
Volke raised a brow. "Go on."
"I… well. You're a handsome man. And I do have you already under contract… and it is what you thought I had you for…"
"Go on," he said, grin growing wider.
"If you're still open to it… I am… still thinking about earlier…"
"Foreplay?" he asked.
His earlier words, before he'd kissed them, before they'd hidden in the bathroom to call their husband, came rocketing back to them, his question, "...that enough foreplay that now we can get to the reason you hired me?"
They'd underestimated his quickness in closing that distance, in his hand being just short of touching their face. His skin smelled of smoke.
"I…yes. I'd be an idiot to disobey my dear husband's direct wishes," they chuckled.
"He is a fearsome man," Volke agreed.
"So if you're still open to it…"
"To what?" he cackled.
"To… fucking," they said, feeling so dirty at saying it in such a way, and then so immature for feeling that filth in it.
"Oh, yes," he said. "Normally I'm not paid… heh, I'll have to really give it my all."
"He wasn't wrong… it's been a while. I do need… something…"
"Mm, I'm aware …his name sounds so filthy in your voice…"
They started, eyes wide.
"Sweetheart…" he said, a smug note to his voice. He let that touch alight onto their face. "I actually was doing the job you thought you hired me for, too… I've been rather close to do that."
"You thought I was hiring you as an escort and you-?!"
"Eh, you have threats, I'm a professional. Can't help notice them… and I figured might be a kink thing for you. Why else do you hire a contractor as a fucktoy?"
"That wasn't what I-"
"Well, yes," he laughed, a low cough in it. "Makes a lot more sense now, you know."
"I'd imagine… We're still talking, though, and…"
Volke's fingers tightened on their cheek. He leaned in, kissed them, lips guiding theirs open immediately. They let him, let his tongue slip into their mouth, licked back at him. They hadn't expected him to moan, low, soft into their mouth as his lips caressed theirs.
The kiss alone was making them aware of the aching need between their thighs.
"Volke…" they breathed.
He pulled them back with him towards the couch. When he bumped into the edge, he pulled them down astride himself.
Their dress pants pulled tight against their thighs, spread apart so across his lap. They kicked their heels off to two small thuds against the floor.
He broke from the kiss – the series of them, really – finally.
"Hm, your preference? It's your contract."
"…How do you mean?"
"Am I in charge of this? You're usually, eh?"
"Oh. Oh… you're… mm. You seem like you know how to run things… Let me be a little lazy?"
"You're cute," he said, chuckled. "Lazy? You're staying up there…but a lot is coming off. I want to see those tits without having to peek through the blinds for them."
"You… hah. Pervert."
"I was guarding you," he said, slipping buttons on their shirt, baring more and more of their undershirt. He shucked the shirt from their shoulders, yanked the undershirt from its tuck, baring their breasts.
"No bra… They're even better than I'd thought… heh, what I wouldn't give to see these in a push-up. You'd be choking on them."
He said it, cupped his hands against them both, feeling the heft of them. His hands were so warm, gentle despite the brush of callouses from every weapon he was practiced in holding.
"And he leaves these? For months at a time? Your man…" he chuckled. "I'm not giving them back."
"You're really into tits, huh?"
He gave them an appreciative squeeze, then dropped his head to press his mouth against them. That touch was velvet-soft, and then he suckled.
They couldn't help it. They grabbed onto his shoulders to steady themself.
"Oh, god, Volke…"
He didn't let up, and when he switched to the other, the anticipation had made them that much more sensitive, receptive, vocal as his mouth tended to that tender, pebbled flesh.
When he released, the sound of it was lewd, wet, a pop that seemed to echo in their ear. They made a shocked sound as he was back to it for more kisses laid against, around their swollen nipples.
"Hm, since I thought I was whoring," he said, "I have options… you don't have any allergies on record… latex? Vinyl?"
"No, none. Whatever feels best for you." They snickered. "…You looked into my allergies…"
"In case of poisoning, of course."
"Oh, sure," they said. "Of course."
He had their pants undone. They stood just enough to slip out of them, and he fingered at the hip of the underwear they were left in.
"Oh, these… but you didn't expect to get laid?"
"Can't a bitch just want cute underwear?" they asked.
His fingers slipped under the band, snapped it against their skin.
"A bitch didn't also think about the bodyguard seeing them?" he asked, eyes steady on theirs.
"Huh… mm."
"Heh, what would your husband have thought?"
"That I'm a damn moron, apparently."
He toyed more with the black lace, ran his finger along the clothed seam of their lips.
"Oh… Volke…"
Heat crept through them. They hadn't had any touch from another save for Karel's in nearly a decade, nor any touch but their own in months. He pressed in more firmly, rocked his hand against them. Their breath caught.
Their hands finally stirred into action, tugging his tie loose, then undone. It had blocked a stripe out of the blood sprayed across his shirt.
He pushed close to them, nocked his mouth against their neck, kissed there.
It forced their hands to an odd angle to keep undoing his shirt. His own shoved under theirs, unfastening his own buttons, and they took to pushing the dress jacket from his shoulders.
His fingers slipped in from the side of their underwear, touched far more directly between their sodden lips.
"God, you're wet," he said, clear amusement in his voice.
"I- you expected me not to be, after- oh- ha- Volke, fuck-"
His fingers were inside of them, curling, stroking, clear strength in his grip. His thumb found a place circling against their clit.
"Nn- oh, god, that's too fast-" they sighed.
It'd been far too long.
"Fuck-"
"It's as fast as I want it to be. Your husband wouldn't want me slacking, eh?"
They trembled, their pleasure poised on the edge.
"Let's call him, ask."
They hadn't felt, seen him grab their phone. He shouldn't have known their unlock code. He shouldn't have known Karel's alias he was saved as in their phone. It was ringing, though, despite all of those facts, on speaker.
"Volke?!" they gasped.
"… Lovely," Karel answered.
Volke chuckled. "Good to finally speak to the man behind my employer… So I said I doubted you wanted me to make the poor thing wait to come…"
Mark could practically see the color in Karel's cheeks through the pointed silence from the other end of the line.
"That is correct," he finally said.
This whole time, Volke had them held on that edge, just enough to keep them there, not enough to let them tip over. They wanted to scream.
"Lovely, do you want to?" he asked.
Finding their voice took a longer moment than they wanted as pleasure roiled in them, threatening to overflow.
"Yes, Karel, naturally…?!"
"Mm… Yes, please do as is needed," Karel said, something dark in his voice.
"I'd like to hear it," he then added.
"Of course," Volke said.
What he did had them crying out, gasping, had his hand, his pants soaked in squirt.
"Oh, you are so cute when you call his name. But," Volke chuckled, the words only making sense on a delay, their realizing they'd had no idea what they'd said at all. He gripped them from the inside tighter. "I'm the one making you come. Call mine, this time."
"Lovely, do be respectful of the man's work…"
A hot flush went through them.
"I- shit. Yeah. Sorry."
Volke kissed them, hot, wet.
"Hmph, I'd be offended, but, look at you. You're smitten with the man. Heh. In love with your damn husband."
They looked away, laughed softly, nervously.
"Stop that, come here," he chuckled, kissed them again, more heat behind it, as his hand resumed its efforts, seeming to hold the very points of their pleasure between his fingers.
It was too fast, too easy, too much.
"Volke!" they sobbed, realizing themself to indeed be sobbing as he drove them to another shaking, trembling orgasm.
"Volke…oh, god, Volke," they breathed.
"I'll take my leave," Karel chuckled, that odd accent suddenly so apparent in his voice to them with someone else listening. "Volke? …Let me know how it goes."
Mark felt the heat surge into their face.
The line went dead.
"Eheh… status report at the end? You are a damn job."
"I mean, you are getting paid," Mark countered, a weak grin on their lips as they tried to regain themself.
His fingers hooked in the waist of the underwear, pulled them down. Mark rose once more from where they'd involuntarily sunk in his lap to let them slip down their legs.
Volke meanwhile shrugged out of his shirt until stopped by his slacks, which he had undone, shoved down with military efficiency.
Slacks, and, they noticed in the same motion, the underwear…
"You were planning to get laid," they said, noting the shiny fabric.
His legs shifted as he toed off the dress shoes.
"I thought it was our whole arrangement," he said.
But their eyes were drawn to his fully hard cock, fingers reaching for it, for that gentle curve in it, the thickness of it, the blunt head bared by erection, and below all of that, his rather heavy-looking balls that sat snugged up close to his body.
"I…oh," they said, gaze sweeping up to meet his. "Volke…"
"Hmm?" he asked, grin crooked and smug.
"You're… that's perfect."
He made a hitched sound. There was color in his cheeks.
"Thanks. Had nothing to do with it."
"Mm… want you inside me," they all but purred, settling back into his lap.
He chuckled, cleared his throat as he pulled a wrapper from the discarded pants' pocket.
"Put it on for me," he said, handing it to them.
"Oh… mm," they hummed, tearing it open and peeking at it to see which side. They traced their fingertips down his cock, getting the size of him. Oh, he'd be good to take.
They rolled the thin – very thin, they noted, barely a whisper between them – condom down his cock.
"This… it's very nice," they said, meeting his eyes as their fingers curled around his sheathed length, stroked.
"I don't come cheap," he said. "Get on me, sweetheart."
They shifted in his lap, threaded their hand between their bodies to line his cock with their sopping entrance. As they slid down, they groaned softly at the stretch of him.
"Nn- I feel like a fucking…virgin again, it's been so long."
His breath hissed and his arms wound around them, dragging them in flush with himself. He gritted his teeth.
"You're tight like one…"
"Ha… ha, oh, you- you feel good," they breathed, staring to rise and fall in his lap. "Fuck-"
Their waterline burned.
He kissed them, deep, mouth so sensual on theirs, so unexpectedly sweet.
"Mm… here, let me get deeper," he said, had them tight in his arms, held flush against himself as he turned, lay them down onto the couch.
That first thrust seemed to reach to their very core, had them gasping as though the breath had been punched out of them.
"Damn- tight as fuck!"
The slap of skin echoed through the room as he shifted his angle until their eyes pinched shut and they grabbed onto his arm, grip so tight they were certain they'd leave a bruise in the shape of their hand on him.
"Yes- there! There, please!" they yelped.
He thrust into them as though it was his sole calling in life.
"Oh, god-"
"Him? Heh, no, I'm-"
He was cut off with a low groan.
"Fuck! You'll get me this fast-"
"Please!"
"Ah- so polite, damn- Suppose I- ngk-"
They felt the throb of him, a heady pulsing. He stayed still a long moment, face slack with ecstasy.
He winced, though, as he pulled out and stripped off the condom, tying it off with an efficiency that seemed far too practiced.
He dropped it onto their chest, sticky with their own fluids, and full – very full.
Their gaze went from that, up to him, brows raised.
They mimed an o shape with their mouth.
"Hm? Been a while for me, too."
They just panted, staring up at the man who was not their husband. The fine as hell man who had given them their first dick in months.
"Heh…" he huffed, "let's pick a different surface for round two. I brought plenty."
He dropped the whole strip of them onto their chest atop the spent one.
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bonus~ some art I doodled~
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going to be posting some various art dumps from 2020 and earlier, broken up by subject matter/fandom
here's part 1, a nice chunk of my kyros work... various other folks' OCs in these, this is the non-r18, those will be a separate post
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#arcana #apprenticeky
here's part 1, a nice chunk of my kyros work... various other folks' OCs in these, this is the non-r18, those will be a separate post
rehide#arcana #apprenticeky
(first post, test post~)
Mark: Off-the-Clock Duo
Description
The pair made up of a mysterious seer and the man who was determined to uncover their past. Along the way, Volke found some more complicated feelings as well.
Weapon Type: Blue Tome
Move Type: Infantry
Voice Actor:
Weapons
Elthunder MT 6, Range 2
Thoron MT 9, Range 2
Bolting MT 12, Range 2
Seaside Blitz MT 14, Range 2
Effective against armor, can counterattack regardless of range.
Seaside Blitz +
If attacking, nullifies foe's counterattack.
Quotes
Summoning
Huh? Oh, hi, I'm Mark, and- oh, there he goes. Well, Volke is here too, if I can find him again- This sort of party isn't normally his thing. But if you need- well, I guess it's not quite mine, either, but I'm useful in a pinch...?
Castle:
- Volke: Eh? You looking for them...? Who's asking? Mark's not reviewing plans right now, come back later.
- Mark: I don't think this is all organized as optimally as it could be- hah, is that what you expected me to say? No, no, I'd just like something else to drink.
- Volke: Break time... I'm not getting paid to show off, unless... Well, whatever Mark wants.
- Mark: Hmm... if I can just get him into the water... Huh? What? Oh, nothing, I'd never try to get anything off the books, hehe
- Volke: If Mark asks, of course I'm not working on anything... Eh? It's vacation.
Friend greeting:
- Volke: This isn't official business... But here's this, anyhow.
Leveling Up
- (0,1) Mark: Well, I wasn't trying to do too much, but I was hoping... Well, that's fine, we need the time off!
- (2,3) Volke: Eh, working? Now? I suppose, but don't tell Mark.
- (4,5) Mark: Oh... refreshing! I actually want to plan something!
Ally Growth
- Mark: Is this how one's supposed to feel at the seaside? I feel like I've learned something...!
LV 40 conversation
Volke: Feeling more rested now?
Mark: (yawn) Ohh... I could do with a few more days. You wouldn't mind, [summoner]?
Volke: I'm missing out on work... but I can live with it.
Mark: As though you haven't been enjoying it too!
Volke: I've been enjoying some things quite a lot...
Mark: I... (blush)
Volke: Anyhow... back to the shade. There's some things to catch up on, eh?
Special Trigger
- Volke: Mark... your turn.
- Mark: I'm! On! Vacation!!
- Mark: Nn- In the middle of-?!
- Volke: Hands off them!
Defeat
- Volke: Ngk- Mark?!
Status Page
- Volke: Thanks for putting us up... Mark could use the time off. Eh? Me? I'm fine.
- Mark: I just wish that he was here too... Well, duty and all... Who? Um...
- Volke: Can't get too comfortable here... Not without investigating the area.
- Mark: Oh? This notebook? Nothing, nothing, I'm not working-
- Volke: It may be vacation, but I'm still taking things in. It's unavoidable. Eh? To know what I'm hearing? One thousand gold...
- Mark: ... all of this money? Oh, I've been told it's a hundred thousand to tell you where it came from. ... huh. Maybe that's where-
- Volke: Eh. Don't bother Mark with that. Don't you have your own tactician?
- Volke: Mark... is someone I have a particular arrangement with, so I'm not available for other kinds of work right now..
Turn Action
- Mark: ...splash.
- Volke: Eh-?
- Mark: Right now?
#mark #volke