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for the devil to dance again
Title: for the devil to dance again
Fandom: Mogebox
Character(s): Yonaka, Ivlis
Pairing(s): Ivlis/Yonaka
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 735
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: After a bad day, Yonaka lets Ivlis have a power trip to cheer him up.
Notes: In the 'Yonaka goes back with Ivlis' timeline.
“Ivlis,” says Yonaka, pushing herself off a wall of Ivlis’s throne room.
“Yeah?” Ivlis watches her approach, not getting up from his throne or even straightening up. After dealing with Satanick for most of the day, it seems like too much effort.
“What’s the point of having a throne?” she asks, coming to a stop in front of him. “I mean, it’s not just a cool chair you keep around.”
“Of course it’s not, it’s…” Ivlis hesitates. How exactly do you define a throne’s purpose, other than ‘looking cool and important’? “It shows that I’m in charge here. And it makes people suitably awed when they’re in my presence.”
She nods along. “So people kneel to you a lot when you’re on the throne.”
Not nearly as much as he would like them to. “Naturally.”
“And it gives you a power trip. Like this?” Yonaka kneels in front of him and sets her hands on his knees, gently pushing them apart. “Am I doing it right?”
He goes bright red and jerks his face away from her before she notices. Judging by her soft laughter, though, she has an idea. “That’s not… not normally how people do it.”
“I’d be kind of worried if you let everybody do it like that. Especially because you get so embarrassed about it.” Her hands leave his knees. “Do you mind if I…?”
“Do what you want.” The answer comes too quickly and he flushes further.
With a slight wave of his hand, the doors to the throne room lock themselves. He glances down to see Yonaka’s grin and immediately looks at the ceiling again.
She unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants and underwear without fumbling. He’s not yet hard, but her firm strokes coupled with the situation work to change that quickly.
His breath catches as she leans in close enough that he can feel her breath. “Yonaka…”
“Yes, Lord Ivlis?”
Yonaka doesn’t do sultry. Half the time she has trouble with flirty and not snickering in the middle of whatever line she’s trying to deliver. But those three words make him clench onto the arms of his throne so tightly that he chips the paint.
She kisses the tip of his cock lightly before licking long stripes up and down the whole length of it. She drags her tongue, slowly at first but speeding up every time a gasp loud enough for her to hear leaves his mouth.
He lets go of one arm of his throne and rests his hand on her head, only managing to look down at her now that she’s no longer laughing at him. Her eyes are lidded as she licks, but at his touch she looks up at him before moving on to fit her mouth around the head.
She sucks on the tip for a few moments before sliding further down, careful not to scratch him. Ivlis’s teeth are too sharp to get near anywhere sensitive without extreme caution, but for Yonaka it’s much easier. Ivlis threads his clawed fingers through her hair and tries to hold back groans with only partial success.
Yonaka draws back, only to take him in further on the next slide. She licks the bottom of his cock with enthusiasm, and by the time she reaches as far as she can go the combination makes white-hot pleasure spread throughout his body. His voice grows louder as she moves faster, her name drawn out on his tongue amidst curses and wordless moans.
Climax comes down on him too quickly for him to warn by more than tugging on her hair, but she stubbornly remains where she is, swallowing around him and only pulling back when he’s finally done. She wipes her mouth on her sleeve, then stands up again.
“Feeling any better?” she asks, smiling.
He nods, still dazed.
“Don’t expect me to do that on days when you haven’t been hassled by those two. Especially not the ‘Lord Ivlis’ part, I don’t know how I managed not to crack up right there.” Yonaka sits down on one arm of his throne, leaning against him. “But you seemed like you needed it.”
He did need it, and for most people he couldn’t admit it so readily. But for Yonaka, it’s easier for him to say, “Thanks. Do you want-?”
She shakes her head. “Don’t worry about it. I just don’t like seeing you down.”
Fandom: Mogebox
Character(s): Yonaka, Ivlis
Pairing(s): Ivlis/Yonaka
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 735
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: After a bad day, Yonaka lets Ivlis have a power trip to cheer him up.
Notes: In the 'Yonaka goes back with Ivlis' timeline.
“Ivlis,” says Yonaka, pushing herself off a wall of Ivlis’s throne room.
“Yeah?” Ivlis watches her approach, not getting up from his throne or even straightening up. After dealing with Satanick for most of the day, it seems like too much effort.
“What’s the point of having a throne?” she asks, coming to a stop in front of him. “I mean, it’s not just a cool chair you keep around.”
“Of course it’s not, it’s…” Ivlis hesitates. How exactly do you define a throne’s purpose, other than ‘looking cool and important’? “It shows that I’m in charge here. And it makes people suitably awed when they’re in my presence.”
She nods along. “So people kneel to you a lot when you’re on the throne.”
Not nearly as much as he would like them to. “Naturally.”
“And it gives you a power trip. Like this?” Yonaka kneels in front of him and sets her hands on his knees, gently pushing them apart. “Am I doing it right?”
He goes bright red and jerks his face away from her before she notices. Judging by her soft laughter, though, she has an idea. “That’s not… not normally how people do it.”
“I’d be kind of worried if you let everybody do it like that. Especially because you get so embarrassed about it.” Her hands leave his knees. “Do you mind if I…?”
“Do what you want.” The answer comes too quickly and he flushes further.
With a slight wave of his hand, the doors to the throne room lock themselves. He glances down to see Yonaka’s grin and immediately looks at the ceiling again.
She unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants and underwear without fumbling. He’s not yet hard, but her firm strokes coupled with the situation work to change that quickly.
His breath catches as she leans in close enough that he can feel her breath. “Yonaka…”
“Yes, Lord Ivlis?”
Yonaka doesn’t do sultry. Half the time she has trouble with flirty and not snickering in the middle of whatever line she’s trying to deliver. But those three words make him clench onto the arms of his throne so tightly that he chips the paint.
She kisses the tip of his cock lightly before licking long stripes up and down the whole length of it. She drags her tongue, slowly at first but speeding up every time a gasp loud enough for her to hear leaves his mouth.
He lets go of one arm of his throne and rests his hand on her head, only managing to look down at her now that she’s no longer laughing at him. Her eyes are lidded as she licks, but at his touch she looks up at him before moving on to fit her mouth around the head.
She sucks on the tip for a few moments before sliding further down, careful not to scratch him. Ivlis’s teeth are too sharp to get near anywhere sensitive without extreme caution, but for Yonaka it’s much easier. Ivlis threads his clawed fingers through her hair and tries to hold back groans with only partial success.
Yonaka draws back, only to take him in further on the next slide. She licks the bottom of his cock with enthusiasm, and by the time she reaches as far as she can go the combination makes white-hot pleasure spread throughout his body. His voice grows louder as she moves faster, her name drawn out on his tongue amidst curses and wordless moans.
Climax comes down on him too quickly for him to warn by more than tugging on her hair, but she stubbornly remains where she is, swallowing around him and only pulling back when he’s finally done. She wipes her mouth on her sleeve, then stands up again.
“Feeling any better?” she asks, smiling.
He nods, still dazed.
“Don’t expect me to do that on days when you haven’t been hassled by those two. Especially not the ‘Lord Ivlis’ part, I don’t know how I managed not to crack up right there.” Yonaka sits down on one arm of his throne, leaning against him. “But you seemed like you needed it.”
He did need it, and for most people he couldn’t admit it so readily. But for Yonaka, it’s easier for him to say, “Thanks. Do you want-?”
She shakes her head. “Don’t worry about it. I just don’t like seeing you down.”