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vampirecatboy · 2 months

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late because i had a thing this afternoon, then my queue ate the first version of this post lol, so here it is, my third and final fic for Wyll week!

today's prompt was "alternate use for the tadpole," it's roughly 2.4k of plotless smut, and you can read it on ao3 right here

There was something about Wyll, something Kilian had noticed during their time spent on the road together.

Every word of praise he got, no matter who it came from, did something to him.

Kilian didn't actually notice until recently, as they started spending more one on one time together. Every time Wyll received praise, he practically radiated pride, Kilian could almost envision a wagging tail.

And when the praise came from Kilian himself, well… Wyll seemed to like it in a different way. The shy smile and glance away, the subtle but not quite subtle enough biting of his lip. It was all very cute, and it made Kilian want to hold him down and see just how far the praise could take him.

On a night like any other, Kilian got the chance to do just that.

He and Wyll would occasionally stay up together, drinking and sharing stories from their pasts, Wyll with tales of fearsome monsters and hard-won battles, Kilian with salacious stories of his early twenties. It was a bit underhanded on Kilian’s part, because on the one hand he wanted to respect Wyll’s desire to wait, but on the other hand, part of him really wanted to rile him up enough to let Kilian between his legs.

With his recent discovery of Wyll’s thing for praise, he wondered if he had at last found the key to Wyll’s proverbial chastity belt. It would just take a little storytelling and embellishment on Kilian’s part, but he knew he had it in him. What was embellishment if not lying with plot?

“Have I ever told you about the cleric?” Kilian said, having waited for a lull in conversation to voice his little fabrication.

Wyll took a swig of the wine they were sharing and looked at him curiously.

“No, I don’t think you have,” he said. “Is this another notch-in-the-bedpost story?”

“Mon ange, those are the only interesting stories I have,” Kilian remarked dryly.

“Not true!” Wyll furrowed his brow and gave a kind smile. “I quite liked the one about your sister and that, uh… he was a noble but I can’t remember what you said… ugh, what was he? Duke?”

“Marquis,” Kilian smirked. “And the fact that you cannot remember tells me it was not an interesting story.”

“Aha, but I remember that he gifted her a room of flowers she was allergic to, then her throat almost closed up and she had to be physically stopped from casting fireball to destroy them,” Wyll said, smiling all the while. “The nobleman’s title was inconsequential to the story.”

Kilian stared at him blankly, and Wyll just kept smiling. It was almost annoying how good he was at this. Almost.

“Tell me again how I don’t remember?” He nudged Kilian with his elbow.

Kilian grumbled and batted him away. “Do you want to hear the cleric story or not?”

“Sure, love, tell me about your priest kink.”

Kilian snatched the wine bottle from him as he laughed, and took several swallows of the tasty red.

“Gods, you are a pain in my ass,” he said. Any guilt he felt for taking advantage of Wyll’s little thing for praise vanished in that moment. Wyll wanted to tease him? Well, he would tease Wyll right back. “So the cleric… he was this cute little half elf. Lovely brown skin, gorgeous, dark red hair, and just the prettiest eyes, the color of sunshine.”

All true. Kilian had met this cleric through a mutual “friend.” The three of them shared many a steamy evening together, enjoying each other’s bodies. He would leave the third out of his story, Wyll didn’t need to know that particular detail.

“He was so sweet but had a voracious sexual appetite,” he continued. “I could barely keep up.”

“Based on your past stories, that’s really saying something,” Wyll chuckled.

“Make a man with no need to rest between orgasms and he will inevitably tire out those that do.”

Wyll’s brow furrowed.

“He had a cunt,” Kilian clarified.

“Huh,” Wyll blinked at him. “That would do it.”

“I took it as a compliment,” he said. “I was clearly satisfying him if he wanted it so much.”

“This is starting to sound like a brag,” Wyll said flatly.

Kilian cringed. “Pardonne-moi, I got carried away.”

Wyll waved his hand dismissively.

“To get back on track…” Kilian started. “He may have been running me into the ground in terms of frequency, but soon after we met, I discovered something about him that often gave me the upper hand during our late-night liaisons.”

Wyll put the wine bottle on the ground beside him and leaned closer. “Yeah?”

Kilian looked him square in the eye and said, “‘Good boy.’”

Wyll froze, his eyes widening almost imperceptibly.

“I- I’m sorry?” he stammered.

“I would call him a good boy,” Kilian smiled.

“Oh…”

“He loved when I praised him,” Kilian said. “It would always make him melt. Good boy , you’re doing so well , be good and come for me .”

With each word, Wyll looked more shy, and Kilian only grew more bold.

He pressed his hand flat to Wyll’s chest. “Can you be good for me? Hm ?”

He could feel Wyll’s racing heart.

“Kilian…”

“Yes, mon ange?”

“Are you… are you doing something to me?” Wyll asked.

“Is something I am saying affecting you?” Kilian asked in return. “Would you like to be praised?”

Wyll stammered, “I- well- I don’t- I don’t know, I-”

Kilian took his face in his hands and leaned in close.

“Because I could,” he murmured. “You are so good, Wyll. So, so good.”

Wyll closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.

“You like that?”

Wyll nodded, biting his lip

“Oh…” Kilian cooed. “My sweet boy.”

He pressed his lips to Wyll’s in a soft kiss, then another, and another. They could never do just one kiss, not when they were alone. There was typically a stopping point, but that night was different. Wyll was softer, more pliable, giving Kilian the perfect opportunity to swing a leg over his thighs and settle in his lap.

Wyll didn’t protest. In fact, he seemed to be very into it, wrapping his arms around Kilian’s waist and gripping his shirt as he continued to ravish him with his mouth. Their kisses grew more heated, and before long, Kilian was rocking his hips against Wyll’s, while Wyll slid his hands up the back of his shirt.

Feeling his warm, rough hands on his back had all sorts of filthy ideas running through Kilian’s head. Wyll underneath him, stripped naked, writhing and squirming and clawing at his skin as Kilian plowed into him relentlessly.

Or should his hands be tied? Kilian always did love a spot of rope in the bedroom. Maybe a blindfold too.

He wished he could show Wyll all of it, see what he liked, because as of right then, the only thing that he knew Wyll liked was praise. And Kilian himself of course.

No. There was a way to show him. They wouldn’t even have to take their clothes off.

“There is so much I want to do to you, Wyll,” Kilian whispered into his mouth.

“I- I… I want to know, but…” Wyll bit his lip and looked away.

“I can show you…” He pressed their foreheads together. “If you let me in.”

“Let you-”

Kilian tapped into the little wriggling guest in his head, reaching out to Wyll in an attempt to enter his mind.

“I will let you in too,” he said. “We can share.”

Wyll chewed his lip and held his stare, until finally, Kilian felt the barrier come down. He could see Wyll’s thoughts, loose images that, at the moment, were all Kilian.

“Good boy.”

A burst of elation and arousal. That boded well for Kilian’s plan.

“Do you want to see?”

Wyll nodded.

Kilian closed his eyes and concentrated on the scene in his head.

They were on Kilian’s bed, back at his family’s estate, stripped down to their chemises. Kilian teased a kiss, barely brushing Wyll’s lips, squeezing one of his pecs as he slid his lips along Wyll’s jaw, until he found the smooth skin of his throat.

Wyll sighed and carded his fingers through Kilian’s hair, but his soft, relaxed noises of contentment shifted as Kilian reached down and cupped him through his pants.

Kilian divested him of his shirt, and skillfully undid the fastenings of his pants before pushing him onto his back and removing his own shirt. Wyll lied before him, panting and disheveled, staring up at Kilian with a look of pure lust, pure hunger.

“Let me see you,” he said, running his hand down his chest and stomach, sliding it down, down into his underwear. “Show me what you’ll give me.”

“Mm, say please,” Kilian smiled sweetly, tilting his head.

“Please,” Wyll obeyed. “I want to see you.”

“Good boy.”

Kilian could feel Wyll’s growing arousal tickling the back of his mind. Time to turn it up a notch.

Ever the tease, Kilian slowly undid his pants’ fastenings, hooking his thumbs under his waistband, before pushing them down his thighs, along with his underwear. Wyll’s hand moved in a slow, steady motion between his legs, pumping his cock as Kilian revealed himself.

“Your turn.” With just those words as warning, Kilian reached forward, and tugged Wyll’s remaining clothes from his body.

At last, Wyll was laid out before him, naked, skin glistening with sweat, body ready to be taken.

And Kilian would take him, but only when he begged for it.

He pressed kisses to the insides of Wyll’s thighs, nipping and sucking, getting closer and closer to where he knew Wyll wanted it, skirting around his swollen cock, teasing and teasing until Wyll was shaking, his chest heaving.

Only when his fingers dug into the sheets did Kilian dive in and drag his tongue up his length.

Wyll cried out as Kilian took him in his mouth, fingers weaving into Kilian’s hair as he bobbed his head, groaning and gasping as Kilian expertly worked him over.

“Kilian…” he sighed.

He was leaking profusely, panting and squirming, moments from coming, so of course he let out a needy whine when Kilian abruptly pulled off.

Kilian hushed him, pressing kisses to his hip, stomach, ribs, making his way to Wyll’s chest and wrapping his lips around a nipple. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud, steadily stroking Wyll’s cock all the while.

Then his fingers trailed down, further between his legs. Wyll gasped when he pressed them to his hole, groaned as Kilian slowly pushed inside him. They went in easy, already slick, and Wyll spread his legs just a little wider.

Kilian thrusted into him, searching for that place inside him that would make him so, so wet. Wyll panted in time with his thrusting, until at last-

“Fuck-!” His back arched, his fingers dug into Kilian’s arm, he writhed and cried out as Kilian relentlessly fucked into him, zeroing in on his prostate. “Kilian! Kilian! Stop, I can’t-!”

Kilian pulled his fingers from Wyll’s body, leaving him gasping as he was robbed of his climax yet again.

Wyll looked up at him with hazy eyes, watched as he rose onto his knees, rid himself of his last piece of clothing and slicked his cock.

“Tell me you want it,” Kilian purred, rubbing his cock against Wyll’s hole.

Wyll groaned.

“Fuck me,” he said between breaths. “Please, fuck me.”

Kilian grinned, biting his lip-

“Good boy.”

-and slid his cock inside Wyll in one smooth motion.

He fell forward onto his hands, caging Wyll in as he rolled his hips. Wyll was silent, save for his heavy breathing, as he acclimated himself to Kilian.

“You feel amazing, mon ange,” Kilian said softly into Wyll’s ear. “It is like you were made for me.”

Wyll turned his head, their noses bumping as he tilted his chin up.

Kilian chuckled warmly, and pressed his lips to Wyll’s again and again as he thrusted into him. Wyll’s lips parted for Kilian’s tongue, eagerly meeting him with enthusiasm.

He cried out suddenly, throwing his head back. Kilian sunk his teeth into Wyll’s exposed throat as he thrusted harder, and Wyll clawed at his back.

“Gods…” Wyll groaned. “There… right there…”

Kilian fucked into him relentlessly, his pleasure only growing as Wyll fell apart beneath him.

Wyll’s moans grew in desperation, Kilian could tell he was close. He railed into him without quarter, chasing his high, seeming to hit Wyll’s prostate with almost every thrust.

“Be a good boy and- fuck- come for me.”

He clawed at Kilian’s back, gasped and panted as his pleasure grew and grew until at last, cum shot out of him, spattering up to his neck, the white contrasting beautifully with his dark skin.

Kilian was moments behind him, pressing as deep inside Wyll as he could as he came, filling him with his seed.

He opened his eyes as he severed his connection to Wyll, just as Wyll, too, opened his eyes. He looked at Kilian with a hint of something he’d seen maybe once before. Lust, hunger, need. And sure enough, when Kilian shifted in Wyll’s lap, he could tell they were in similar states of arousal. Wyll inhaled sharply.

“That was… quite the show,” he said, sounding out of breath.

KIlian smiled and pressed closer, wrapping his arms around Wyll’s shoulders.

“I wanted to give you a clear picture.”

“And… that’s what’s awaiting me, is it?” Wyll asked.

“I am open to edits,” Kilian said. “But yes, whenever you want it, mon ange.”

Wyll glanced away and bit his lip.

“And if I said I wanted it now?”

Kilian blinked. “I thought you wanted to wait.”

“I don’t want to wait anymore.” He took Kilian’s face in his hands. “I want you, Kilian. I really, really want you. We might die tomorrow, and I don’t want to die without actually… feeling you.”

“Well, when you put it like that…” Kilian put his hands flat on Wyll’s chest, pushed him onto his back, “I cannot help but agree,” and captured his lips in a deep, passionate kiss, filled with promise.

#stuff and things #my writing #wyll week #wyllweek2024 #i really hate tumblr sometimes lol #and i know it'll spit out the original post eventually but i want to get this out sooner rather than later #anyway i do want to do the other 4 prompts at some point #don't know when that'll be though #depends when inspiration takes me

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