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Napoleon Solo ([personal profile] ill_take_bottom) wrote2016-03-22 04:39 pm

PSL

It was way too hot to just hang around the hotel room. He needed to really cool off so he'd decided to put on his bathing suit and then he'd headed down to the pool. He took a few hours just swimming and enjoying himself before coming back up, entering their room dripping wet. He eyed Illya for a moment, smiling. "You really should have joined me. That pool was amazing."

He grabbed a towel he'd tossed over a chair before heading out, drying his hair and rubbing the towel over his skin. "You really need to cut loose sometimes. You would enjoy yourself a lot more and maybe you wouldn't look so constipated all the time."
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[personal profile] lovingyourwork 2016-04-03 01:16 am (UTC)(link)


The blond did know better and while he admired Napoleon's abilities those also made his stomach churn. His free arm reached out to wrap itself around Napoleon as the mark answered and they engaged in conversation.

He participated in the conversation a few times but mostly let Napoleon work his magic and tried to keep his rising annoyance at bay, even smile from time to time. The way the mark was looking at them, and especially Napoleon...well, it was expected, it was their original intent, to get their full attention, but still bothered Illya.
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[personal profile] lovingyourwork 2016-04-03 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Illya startled slightly. He was busy checking discreetly on the mark's bodyguard when Napoloen's voice got his attention. He looked up from his drink with a furrowed brow and put it down a moment later.

"Not sure if I am very interested in public shows." He murmured as he followed Solo into the dance floor, shoulders stiff but trying to relax as quickly as he could. As always, it was not an easy feat.

"We got what we needed." The voice was low, enough that only Napoleon could hear it. "I know we can't just leave or it would look suspicious but do we really have to stay for that?" People dancing he could take. Stripping? Not so much. "It's degrading."
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[personal profile] lovingyourwork 2016-04-03 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)

Still looking somewhat unhappy with the idea, Illya let Napoleon distract him with the kiss. He wished that there weren't so many people around them, looking at them...but if they weren't on a mission then Napoleon wouldn't be kissing him. So what was Illya thinking, wishing for the impossible? The American said he wanted to be friends with him and the rest of his actions were just part of their plan.

Illya's hands wrapped around Napoleon's waist, pulling him closer and almost melting against his mouth. Tension draining away, he pressed his tongue against Napoleon's, almost asking for permission.
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[personal profile] lovingyourwork 2016-04-03 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)

At the suggestion, Illya almost choked on air and hissed a reply.

"Are you mad, Cowboy? Someone could see." Why yes, that was his main objection. At least, the first one that came to his overstimulated brain and he almost wanted to take it back a second later.

"You don't have to do this for the sake of mission."
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[personal profile] lovingyourwork 2016-04-03 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know we are, but...Chyort." Illya's mind was still going a mile a minute before he just decided that what the hell, why not?, and let himself be dragged along.

"Insufferable American. With your witty mouth and your pretty face..." He huffed and his hands reached out to cup Napoleon's face and pull him closer for another scorching kiss. He wasn't sure what he was doing, aside that it was dangerous, but the idea was more exciting than unappealing and Illya forced himself not to think.
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[personal profile] lovingyourwork 2016-04-03 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Before he could complain about the pushing Napoleon was on him again and for that Illya was thankful. He could nip, bit, and kiss him back with just as much enthusiasm and in the meantime not have to think about the outside world.

Oh, but he did say that out loud. Damn.

"You do have a way with words." Illya reached forward to kiss the column of his neck, sucking at it to leave a mark. "Hm...could you?"
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[personal profile] lovingyourwork 2016-04-04 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"H-hey..." It was mostly out of surprise that Illya didn't stop him when he should. He was still glowering in amazement at him as Napoleon made himself comfortable between his thighs and whimpered when the other spy wrapped a hand around his hardening cock.

"Napoleon." Illya bit down on his lower lip, trying to stop himself from making much noise, not sure if he wanted to tell the other man to stop or to keep going.
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[personal profile] lovingyourwork 2016-04-04 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
“Fuck." Illya groaned, unable to bring himself to look away. He whimpered again, his self-control fraying, as Napoleon took him back into your mouth.

Another hard suck made his head spin as Illya focused on the view of his throbbing erection disappearing past reddened lips. He should probably say something but all he could do was moan lowly.
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[personal profile] lovingyourwork 2016-04-18 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
He was already close, nails digging into the seat, legs twitching and the muscles of his stomach tense. 'What did I do to deserve this?' Illya thought, looking down at Napoleon with warm intensity. ' And how can I do it again?'

This wasn't exactly how he envisioned them getting together, not even Illya's fantasies were so bold, and he wasn't sure what Solo was getting out of this but he was far too gone to complain or think. He was panting, soft little gasps of Napoleon’ name tumbling from his lips.

"Ng...Napoleon...I'm..you need to..." Illya ran a hand through Napoleon's hair, shivering, his self-control fraying.
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[personal profile] lovingyourwork 2016-04-28 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)

Illya reached out a tentative with shaking hand and his fingers brush Napoleon's perfectly combed hair, stroking softly in time with his movements. In the end, It was the moaning what made it. Okay, if Illya had to be honest with himself , it was Napoleon's whole everything, but the morning was something else...

Solo seemed to be enjoying himself just as much as him, something the blond wouldn't have thought possible. Illya is breathing hard but he tries to make as little sound as possible, biting his lip, hips twitching helplessly as he comes. He's not entirely successful with eh whole 'not making any sound' but no one else seems to be paying them any attention.
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[personal profile] lovingyourwork 2016-04-28 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Illya tried in vain to hide his embarrassment. He was still panting, there was a blush spreading from his cheek down his neck and collarbone, and he probably looked like the picture of debauchery. Napoleon winking at him did nothing to help his overstimulated brain and neither did the kissing.

Ah, but basics needs he could understand pretty well and the least he could do was to return the favor. One of his arms wrapped around the American's waist possessively, pushing him closer as Illya returned the kiss with a growl and bit his lip.

"You, insufferable man, so full of yourself, always trying to drive me mad..."

Illya said against his mouth, voice low and deep, with the least angriest voice Napoleon might have ever heard. He just had a lot of trouble sorting his emotions, always had, always will, so he let his hands and lips speak for him. Drawing Napoleon even closer, his mouth latched onto his neck, biting and sucking, and no doubt there would be a red mark tomorrow. His free hand squeezes Napoelon's thigh, moving up agonizingly slow until he finally presses his hands to the front of the man's pants.