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emirandivanTheir first shag from Ivan's perspective! Here's the original scene: https://fail-fandomanon.dreamwidth.org/342228.html?thread=1979026388#cmt197
Ivan paced his dressing room, his robe loose and billowing behind him. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked pale and nervous. What would Emir think of his pallor? He pinched his cheeks viciously, wishing he had some rouge.
Emir was so…he hadn’t expected to feel such a strong attraction. The way he looked at Ivan with that steady, dark gaze. The way he laughed easily at Ivan’s jokes, and spoke to him sometimes as if he’d known him forever, and then other times was so distant. Just enough, Ivan thought wryly, to keep him on his toes. As someone who was used to almost instant capitulation in most dalliances, this had been a thrilling - if new - experience.
And let’s face it, the eye-patch didn’t bloody hurt either.
There was a gentle knock at the door of his dressing room, and he wrapped his robe tightly around himself. Curse the gods that his mother would be there. He felt exhausted suddenly. Where was that powder, the one Adric had suggested? He hadn’t thought he’d need it, having spent most of the day half-aroused at the idea of being with Emir at last, but now that fantasy had faded and the reality of this public display was seeping in. And Ivan had to fuck him. In all Ivan’s imaginings it was most certainly the other way around.
“One moment!” he called out, opening a jewel box and pressing a button that revealed a secret drawer. The small wrap of paper lay snugly in there, and he drew it out and unfolded it. Licking his finger, he dabbed at the powder inside and put his finger back into his mouth. It tasted unexpectedly sweet, and…
It hit him in an overwhelming rush. The blood sang in his ears and his legs felt simultaneously weak as water, and as if he could run forever. He licked his lips, feeling the first surge of arousal hit his cock. Folding the paper back up and hiding it in the palm of his hand, he went to the door.
He followed the servant into his bedchamber. Some of the furniture had been moved so that his mother and members of the Council could be seated. His mother was already asleep, thank all the gods above. He felt like laughing aloud, but instead went over and sat on the edge of the bed, slipping the small wrap of powder beneath the pillow.
He looked defiantly at the Councillors who were daring to look back at him. Oh, he had known who would turn up. Chernov of course, and General Karakorum. Well, let them look their fill, it would be their only opportunity. He knew he was half-hard and that they could see it. If they had any manners they’d look away, like most of the Council had.
The connecting door opened and Emir came through it, and Ivan’s heart sped up. Without all his finery, he looked even more of a delight than usual. His shirt and loose trousers were of such fine linen that they were almost transparent, and the outline of…of what he hoped was his…dear gods.
Ivan jumped to his feet with his hands outstretched before realising what he had done. Could he have been more embarrassingly eager? He could barely think what he said. All he knew was that somehow they got to the bed, and Emir was lying beneath him with only a shirt to cover him, and he was not showing the slightest sign of wanting to be fucked at all. He was shy of his scars, Ivan realised. He’d rather they be covered, despite Ivan wanting to run his fingers along the paths of them, and to follow with his tongue. But Emir seemed on the verge of misery rather than arousal.
“Emir, look at me.” Ivan whispered to him. Emir opened his eye and looked up at him, so intensely that Ivan began to ramble. “Look at me, ignore them. Pretend they’re in the next room, and we’ve snuck away to do this. We can hear them but they can’t see us…Pretend I’m anyone you like, that I’m someone else or...”
“What have you taken?” Emir whispered.
“Just something to help things along,” Ivan said. “Have some? It’ll help. I promise.”
He found the paper he had hidden, managing to dip his finger in it without spilling it, and then taking the opportunity to trace his fingers down Emir’s cheek, he put his finger in Emir’s mouth.
Emir’s lips might as well have been around his cock for the reaction his body had to their soft press against his finger. His cock filled instantly, pushing lewdly out of his dressing robe, not that he could care. Emir barely seemed to notice, but he could see his breathing speed up and his eye glaze, and knew that the drug was doing its work.
Throwing aside his robe, he looked down upon his new husband.
Emir was looking back at him, his face a picture of arousal. Had Ivan given him too much of the powder, he wondered fleetingly. But he could not hold the thought, as Emir had tilted back his head, looking at Ivan with a half-lidded gaze so hot that Ivan felt his cock jerk. He touched Emir properly at last, running his hands up his husband’s naked thighs and pushing them gently apart.
The action caused the fine linen shirt to ride up, showing Ivan Emir’s arousal at last.
Ivan found himself staring. Emir was…bigger than he’d expected, big enough that Ivan could quite possibly struggle to take him. Oh gods how he wanted that struggle. And he was so hard. Ivan fought a deep instinctual urge to dip his head forward and take Emir’s solid length into his mouth, to suck that first orgasm from him, feel Emir’s hands tugging in Ivan’s hair while he spilled into his mouth. He breathed in and out twice, fighting himself.
Of course he could not give in to his pleasure that way. He was playing the part of a Prince of Eresenia, conquering his new spouse. With the biggest effort of his life, he drew his eyes away from Emir’s cock and up to his face. Emir was saying something, offering to turn over, to be fucked that way.
Gods, as though Ivan would give up having Emir’s gaze on his skin as he fucked him. Or seeing the stretch of his throat as he threw his head back in pleasure, or how his cock was somehow harder still as Ivan’s finger pressed inside him. He had readied himself, Ivan realised. How many other lovers had he readied himself for, before? Gods, Ivan prayed, let him match up to them at least.
He pushed the head of his cock against Emir, hoping not to finish before he had fully penetrated him.
It was a close thing and he had to stop twice to grasp back some control. But somehow he managed to fully seat himself without everything coming to an abrupt climax, and then Emir moaned and swore and moved his hips, and looked up at Ivan with a dazed hesitancy which was so vulnerable and intimate that Ivan felt as though they had been together always and not just a few hours. The feeling grew with every stroke of Ivan’s cock within Emir, and every answering moan his husband gave him back.
He wanted to kiss him deeply, for Emir to bite marks around his throat. He wanted to run his hands up under Emir’s shirt and see his whole body all at once. What he wanted more than anything was to have Emir inside him, every inch of him. If they’d got married in Samatra perhaps it could have been that way. Emir could have flipped him onto his front and fucked him until Ivan screamed into the pillows. He’d happily be claimed by Emir that way before the entire Samatran court, before all his ex-lovers, to show that he was Emir’s and…
The whine of his mother’s dog brought him back into the room. Chernov was muttering something about not being able to see, and the whole revolting intrusiveness of the thing made Ivan lose momentum and stop, his fantasy ebbing away. Of course in Samatra, Emir would have done no such thing. They did not have this archaic custom there. And Emir would not have that look of shame he wore now at the comments of the audience. Ivan would have made it better than this. So much better.
If he could not make it better here, at least he could make it quick.
Taking hold of Emir’s leg and shifting slightly, he took up a rhythm that he hoped would drive them both to orgasm before the fading effect of the powder stole Emir’s arousal entirely.
Ivan paced his dressing room, his robe loose and billowing behind him. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked pale and nervous. What would Emir think of his pallor? He pinched his cheeks viciously, wishing he had some rouge.
Emir was so…he hadn’t expected to feel such a strong attraction. The way he looked at Ivan with that steady, dark gaze. The way he laughed easily at Ivan’s jokes, and spoke to him sometimes as if he’d known him forever, and then other times was so distant. Just enough, Ivan thought wryly, to keep him on his toes. As someone who was used to almost instant capitulation in most dalliances, this had been a thrilling - if new - experience.
And let’s face it, the eye-patch didn’t bloody hurt either.
There was a gentle knock at the door of his dressing room, and he wrapped his robe tightly around himself. Curse the gods that his mother would be there. He felt exhausted suddenly. Where was that powder, the one Adric had suggested? He hadn’t thought he’d need it, having spent most of the day half-aroused at the idea of being with Emir at last, but now that fantasy had faded and the reality of this public display was seeping in. And Ivan had to fuck him. In all Ivan’s imaginings it was most certainly the other way around.
“One moment!” he called out, opening a jewel box and pressing a button that revealed a secret drawer. The small wrap of paper lay snugly in there, and he drew it out and unfolded it. Licking his finger, he dabbed at the powder inside and put his finger back into his mouth. It tasted unexpectedly sweet, and…
It hit him in an overwhelming rush. The blood sang in his ears and his legs felt simultaneously weak as water, and as if he could run forever. He licked his lips, feeling the first surge of arousal hit his cock. Folding the paper back up and hiding it in the palm of his hand, he went to the door.
He followed the servant into his bedchamber. Some of the furniture had been moved so that his mother and members of the Council could be seated. His mother was already asleep, thank all the gods above. He felt like laughing aloud, but instead went over and sat on the edge of the bed, slipping the small wrap of powder beneath the pillow.
He looked defiantly at the Councillors who were daring to look back at him. Oh, he had known who would turn up. Chernov of course, and General Karakorum. Well, let them look their fill, it would be their only opportunity. He knew he was half-hard and that they could see it. If they had any manners they’d look away, like most of the Council had.
The connecting door opened and Emir came through it, and Ivan’s heart sped up. Without all his finery, he looked even more of a delight than usual. His shirt and loose trousers were of such fine linen that they were almost transparent, and the outline of…of what he hoped was his…dear gods.
Ivan jumped to his feet with his hands outstretched before realising what he had done. Could he have been more embarrassingly eager? He could barely think what he said. All he knew was that somehow they got to the bed, and Emir was lying beneath him with only a shirt to cover him, and he was not showing the slightest sign of wanting to be fucked at all. He was shy of his scars, Ivan realised. He’d rather they be covered, despite Ivan wanting to run his fingers along the paths of them, and to follow with his tongue. But Emir seemed on the verge of misery rather than arousal.
“Emir, look at me.” Ivan whispered to him. Emir opened his eye and looked up at him, so intensely that Ivan began to ramble. “Look at me, ignore them. Pretend they’re in the next room, and we’ve snuck away to do this. We can hear them but they can’t see us…Pretend I’m anyone you like, that I’m someone else or...”
“What have you taken?” Emir whispered.
“Just something to help things along,” Ivan said. “Have some? It’ll help. I promise.”
He found the paper he had hidden, managing to dip his finger in it without spilling it, and then taking the opportunity to trace his fingers down Emir’s cheek, he put his finger in Emir’s mouth.
Emir’s lips might as well have been around his cock for the reaction his body had to their soft press against his finger. His cock filled instantly, pushing lewdly out of his dressing robe, not that he could care. Emir barely seemed to notice, but he could see his breathing speed up and his eye glaze, and knew that the drug was doing its work.
Throwing aside his robe, he looked down upon his new husband.
Emir was looking back at him, his face a picture of arousal. Had Ivan given him too much of the powder, he wondered fleetingly. But he could not hold the thought, as Emir had tilted back his head, looking at Ivan with a half-lidded gaze so hot that Ivan felt his cock jerk. He touched Emir properly at last, running his hands up his husband’s naked thighs and pushing them gently apart.
The action caused the fine linen shirt to ride up, showing Ivan Emir’s arousal at last.
Ivan found himself staring. Emir was…bigger than he’d expected, big enough that Ivan could quite possibly struggle to take him. Oh gods how he wanted that struggle. And he was so hard. Ivan fought a deep instinctual urge to dip his head forward and take Emir’s solid length into his mouth, to suck that first orgasm from him, feel Emir’s hands tugging in Ivan’s hair while he spilled into his mouth. He breathed in and out twice, fighting himself.
Of course he could not give in to his pleasure that way. He was playing the part of a Prince of Eresenia, conquering his new spouse. With the biggest effort of his life, he drew his eyes away from Emir’s cock and up to his face. Emir was saying something, offering to turn over, to be fucked that way.
Gods, as though Ivan would give up having Emir’s gaze on his skin as he fucked him. Or seeing the stretch of his throat as he threw his head back in pleasure, or how his cock was somehow harder still as Ivan’s finger pressed inside him. He had readied himself, Ivan realised. How many other lovers had he readied himself for, before? Gods, Ivan prayed, let him match up to them at least.
He pushed the head of his cock against Emir, hoping not to finish before he had fully penetrated him.
It was a close thing and he had to stop twice to grasp back some control. But somehow he managed to fully seat himself without everything coming to an abrupt climax, and then Emir moaned and swore and moved his hips, and looked up at Ivan with a dazed hesitancy which was so vulnerable and intimate that Ivan felt as though they had been together always and not just a few hours. The feeling grew with every stroke of Ivan’s cock within Emir, and every answering moan his husband gave him back.
He wanted to kiss him deeply, for Emir to bite marks around his throat. He wanted to run his hands up under Emir’s shirt and see his whole body all at once. What he wanted more than anything was to have Emir inside him, every inch of him. If they’d got married in Samatra perhaps it could have been that way. Emir could have flipped him onto his front and fucked him until Ivan screamed into the pillows. He’d happily be claimed by Emir that way before the entire Samatran court, before all his ex-lovers, to show that he was Emir’s and…
The whine of his mother’s dog brought him back into the room. Chernov was muttering something about not being able to see, and the whole revolting intrusiveness of the thing made Ivan lose momentum and stop, his fantasy ebbing away. Of course in Samatra, Emir would have done no such thing. They did not have this archaic custom there. And Emir would not have that look of shame he wore now at the comments of the audience. Ivan would have made it better than this. So much better.
If he could not make it better here, at least he could make it quick.
Taking hold of Emir’s leg and shifting slightly, he took up a rhythm that he hoped would drive them both to orgasm before the fading effect of the powder stole Emir’s arousal entirely.
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Date: 2023-03-14 05:14 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2023-03-15 04:51 am (UTC)Now I think I need to go reread the "they're both finally on the same page" chapters to avoid thinking about how everything has gone back to being miserable for them both.
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Date: 2023-03-15 02:40 pm (UTC)Ahhhh, I'm sorry! They'll be happier again soon I promise :)