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As an ascended Rhaast was never one to overindulge. The luxuries born from his position were adequate, he took them as they were offered - he was merciful . That life ended long ago, with the fall of Shurima. In contrast, what is an embodiment of pillagery to do with a willing party if not indulge entirely? Maybe Kayn would have some snide remark to make about that, if his mouth wasn’t full.
Rhaast has gotten bitterly used to pale imitations of his past life. Ionian treasures could never hold a candle to Shuriman riches, it was simply a fact. He picks at them idley, scuffed coins and dull gems he pinches between his claws and rotates them like an antiquarian looking for worth. When he rolls his shoulders and leans back into the pile of bandit treasure, it shifts. A satchel of silver spills beside him, spilling across the worn rug everything lays upon. Similarly between his legs, his acolyte shifts and groans.
It’s the first sound inside the tent walls for a while, aside from the flex of rope and the slow, wet smack of lips over and over. The night outside is as silent as the dead stacked up in the center of the camp, courtesy of Rhaast. The bandit leader is dead and Rhaast has taken his throne - only for tonight, to feed his fantasy.
Kayn seemed unsure at first to give way to Rhaast, looking out into the night that beckoned to him. Rhaast stepped between them and secured the opening closed. Without distraction he left Kayn alone in the warmth of torchlight and the roaring fire in Rhaast’s monstrous chest. Kayn followed it like a moth to a flame, dropping to his knees and prowling towards where Rhaast took his rightful place. Rhaast luxuriated in the piled loot, basking in the fact he didn’t need to beckon Kayn anymore.
Despite all Kayn’s talk, Rhaast can’t help but feel this is where he truly belongs.
Kayn belongs here - bound on his front, rope curled around his biceps and forearms behind his back. Thick ropes sever the streams of blue inked into his skin, more wrapped around the inky black of his hair. After graciously asking Kayn to tie his hair up, Rhaast bound his ponytail to his tied arms and forced his head up. The swell of Kayn’s chest heaves against the floor, a nasty red bite mark dug into one of his pecs staining the course rug with drops of blood. Ankles bound to Kayn’s thighs, they make the gorgeous muscles bulge around the course bindings. Rhaast can only imagine the fiery look in Kayn’s eyes, wet with humiliation no doubt behind the thick, black blindfold. His face is already red with exertion, mouth wide open and wet to accommodate for the huge girth of Rhaast’s cock down his throat. He’s been like this since sunset, occasionally sucking softly or rubbing his tongue clumsily against the shaft.
Time is never something Rhaast has been good at keeping so when he pulls Kayn off, gripping a handful of his hair, he’s pleasantly surprised by how thoroughly wrecked Kayn’s voice sounds. “Rhaast,” Kayn rasps, pausing to cough and pant into the open air. His lips are swollen and drool drips down his chin, splattering onto the ground and making steam seep out of the cracks in Rhaast’s grinning mouth.
Kayn tries again, voice cracking, until Rhaast takes his throbbing cock into his hand and rubs the shaft against Kayn’s lips. “How sweet,” He croons, panting out smoke. “You think this mouth is good for anything other than this. ” Kayn moans and mouths at Rhaast, straining forward to try and get him back into his mouth despite his insistence to speak. Rhaast turns Kayn’s head carefully, hand still in his hair, rubbing it against Kayn’s wet cheek instead. He presses the thick, wet head into the hollow Kayn’s gasping mouth creates there. Kayn can’t help the sound of pure frustration he unleashes, again tries to flex out of his bindings. They both know it’s useless, Kayn soon wearing himself out. He rests his cheek against Rhaast’s shaft, panting pitifully with his tongue lolling.
Rhaast runs his fingers through Kayn’s bangs, unsticking them from his face and Kayn responds to the minimal affection eagerly. He leans down, pulling the rope around his hair, and Rhaast lifts his hips mercifully. He gifts Kayn the ability to lap into the sheath Rhaast’s cock pushed out of and the hot, bitter slick makes Kayn shudder. Knowing he’s doing something right to make Rhaast this wet is almost worth the torturous teasing. He tries to press forward, deeper, and feels Rhaast’s cock twitch hard as his slit opens to Kayn’s stroking tongue. Kayn’s joyous until he’s pulled back sharply, crying out at the sudden loss. Rhaast pulls Kayn’s face against his crotch instead, holding him there firmly. The moan Kayn lets out vibrates through Rhaast’s core, making him drip between his thighs, until Kayn tries to squirm.
Rhaast watches Kayn futile struggle for a moment before he goes limp, huffing. Well-trained indeed. He keeps Kayn pinned there as he resettles himself to the sound of shaken coins and the rich shifting fabric. Kayn’s moves with him, managing to press his lips back to Rhaast’s cock and lap at it softly. When Rhaast’s grip loosens Kayn alternates with long strokes of his eager tongue. Each ridge of Rhaast’s dick brings more shudders from Kayn, buried so far in his lust he can almost feel what it’s like to sink down onto it.
When Rhaast is in a mood like tonight he likes to tease, pushing in agonizingly slow to let Kayn feel every single one individually as they open him up. On those nights, by the time Rhaast is fully inside Kayn he’s barely holding on. He digs his nails into his own spread, shaking thighs, mouth open and panting. He gazes up at Rhaast, eyes hooded and wet as he resists the urge to plead. Imagining himself from Rhaast’s point and view, then and now, makes shame curl in Kayn’s chest. He falters, pressing a quick kiss to the shaft and pulling back to open his mouth. He doesn’t want to think about it now, just wants to feel, if Rhaast is so merciful to let him.
Rhaast knows Kayn too well though, watching him flex against his binds and feeling the stutter of breath on his wet flesh. When Kayn waits with his mouth open Rhaast let’s him, taking himself back into his hand and stroking himself with the meat of his palm. He watches drool once more start to drip from Kayn’s lips, knowing retracting his offering will not be taken lightly. When Kayn hears the clack of metal followed by the wet squelch of Rhaast sinking his fingers into himself, sighing in relief, he dares to whine.
Rhaast laughs at Kayn’s desperation, a different shade of cruel than what he used to subject Kayn to. He spits out the claws he pulled from his two fingers, pumping them in and out of himself. He strokes the head of his cock teasingly, crooks his fingers to stoke the fire that roars inside his gut and makes his thighs fall open wider. “Desperate brat.” Rhaast chides, breathless, fixated on the twitching of Kayn’s tongue and how it felt inside him. He’ll have that tongue again tonight, fucking him like it’s what it was made for. Now though he satiates his lust by drawing his dripping fingers out, rubbing them around Kayn’s lips before forcing them to the back of his throat.
Kayn’s body lurches as he gags, eyes no doubt wide behind the blindfold. Rhaast almost regrets putting it on him until he sees a single tear forced from beneath the fabric. A moment later Kayn is sucking his fingers eagerly, moaning muffled as he bobs his head as much as he can. Rhaast grasps the base of his cock quickly, back lifting from his trove as he stalls his orgasm with a bitten off gasp. How mortifying if he finished before he got what he wanted. Heat radiates off him all the same, suddenly, like too much kindling added to a furnace. Kayn stills, feeling it wash over him. He continues to suckle on Rhaast’s fingers, humming in satisfaction as he rolls his hips. Infuriatingly proud.
Rhaast sneers, choking Kayn again. “Cut it out.” He warns, letting his darling assassin gurgle and writhe until he slowly brings his hips to a stop. No doubt he’s as hard as Rhaast is, leaking pathetically under his own stomach because it’s the only thing he can do to find relief. The glass stopper Rhaast shoved in his ass will hardly do anything for him anyway, no matter how much he tries to clench around it.
Just for fun Rhaast leans forward, pushing the makeshift plug and feeling as much as hearing Kayn gasp and gape around his fingers. He whines again when Rhaast keeps his fingers there, hooked around his bottom set of teeth to keep his mouth open. His tongue lolls out, drooling down Rhaast’s hand as he again offers himself to his darkin. Rhaast doesn’t take the bait and, even with his eyes covered, Kayn knows Rhaast’s gaze is boring into him.
“Beg for it.” Rhaast commands, barely a hiss. There’s no sound other than Kayn’s panting, torchlight caressing his body when it shifts. The rope pulls his hair when he tries to lower his head, grazing his teeth against Rhaast’s fingers momentarily as he goes to grit them. They’re pushed apart again and Rhaast pinches Kayn’s tongue between his fingers, pulling it back between his lips like it proves he can speak. Kayn’s shuddering breath almost sounds like a whimper. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Shieda.”
Rhaast use of Kayn’s name is too casual. Like he’s trying to placate him, easing him into something as difficult as submission and Kayn hates that it almost works. Rhaast lets go of Kayn’s tongue to let him try again. It takes a long moment of stubborn silence until Kayn swallows, speech slightly garbled with his mouth held open.
“Rhaast-”
“-Try again.” Rhaast interrupts, whimsically patient. When Kayn understands he looks angry, and oh how Rhaast adores him like this. He can tie Kayn down, shove a bottle stopper in his ass and his fingers in Kayn’s mouth and the most Kayn can do is try and scowl. He slides his fingers from Kayn’s mouth and Kayn closes it, swallowing thickly and keeping it closed. Despite the change Rhaast knows they’re far from done. He holds Kayn’s chin up with one of the claws left on his hand, pressing into his skin until Kayn’s at risk of getting cut. He tilts his chin up, just enough to ease the pressure. This is another disregard for Rhaast’s authority as far as he cares, not allowing him to spill another drop of his precious blood Rhaast loves so much.
“I’ll end this here.” Rhaast traces the sharp line of Kayn’s jaw. With nowhere to go he carves a long, shallow cut into Kayn’s skin. Kayn inhales but doesn’t make any more sounds. He stays still. “What use do I have for an acolyte who refuses my orders?” It could be rhetorical but Rhaast tangles his hands in Kayn’s hair again, pulling until the rope is taut. “Come on.” He coaxes and Kayn clenches his teeth. “Tell me.”
Kayn opens his mouth and closes it uselessly, resolves to squirming as he’s held firm. Rhaast slowly lifts him by his hair, putting more strain in his position until Kayn’s gasping from pain with his chest lifted from the ground. “I- God, fuck .” Kayn stops himself, taking a breath and stilling himself. He still makes Rhaast wait.
“Don’t.” Rhaast tilts his head, studying Kayn. “Don’t leave me, not like this.” Kayn’s voice shakes with the effort it takes when he finally speaks. This isn’t his usual demand, it’s an appeal, and it brings back that embarrassment Kayn so wants to ignore. He’s rewarded for it though and it’s a huge relief when Rhaast lowers Kayn as slowly as he was lifted. His head would sag if not for the hair tie, rope creaking. The strain is eased when Rhaat cups Kayn’s chin, shifting his hips forwards to save Kayn the trouble of leaning in to get his mouth back on Rhaast’s dick.
Held firm, Kayn can barely touch. He presses light kisses and licks to the shaft before Rhaast angles it back to his own body. He shudders when Kayn pants against his sex, just far away enough he can’t use his tongue. “I’m- of use.” It’s strained, struggling to find his words when he’s so close he can practically taste it already. “You can use me.” He tries again, bolder this time.
Rhaast rocks against Kayn’s face once, head falling back as his cock pulses and drips from the immediate way Kayn fights to stay. Rhaast runs his thumb over the first ridge beneath the head of his dick, teases the head. He wipes the wetness off on Kayn’s plump bottom lip. “ Mmm . And that’s what you want, yes?”
Kayn tongue swipes his bottom lip and he grinds his hips down once, sighing shakily. His voice is uncharacteristically timid when he says - “I do.”
Rhaast cups the back of Kayn’s head first, careful fingers sliding down to hold the back of his neck. “Then beg me.”
Rhaast knows by the way Kayn’s body sags, no doubt prepared to be so sore in the morning, smoldering hot to the touch, his entire body flushed and high-wired with arousal, he has him.
“Please, master,” Kayn finally asks, a quiver in his tone Rhaast will savour for days to come. “Let me serve you. Please. ” This time when Kayn opens his mouth, tongue out, trembling with need, Rhaast is merciful. He pulls Kayn in as he rocks forwards, sinking the long, thick length of his cock back into Kayn’s mouth inch by inch.
Rhaast is relieved Kayn can’t see when he goes boneless, head falling back on his shoulders and blowing smoke out in a satiated rush. His arrogance doesn’t need anymore encouragement, lest Rhaast wants to live without the perfect view of Kayn’s devotion.
Kayn’s tongue drags over every ridge as he pulls up, throat squeezing around Rhaast deliciously as he swallows around him at the base, lips spread wide and wet. He shivers and moans so perfectly, drool dripping down his chin and tears wetting his flushed cheeks. He clenches around the plug, wants to cum so bad he can barely think but he doesn’t have to, he only has to do as Rhaast pleases.
Rhaast finishes like that, holding Kayn’s head firmly in his clawed hands, making him swallow every thick pump of cum as he pistons his hips against Kayn’s pretty face.
Where he truly belongs.