#❝ twisted intentions and misplaced loyalty — ❞ (k'in/astra)

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@distopea​ said; 

A light chuckle escaped his lips when he saw how they just frowned so hard trying to read the book that was opened onto his desk. “You’re trying to read the latin version. You can translate it with Terminator.” He said before he dragged the book closer to him, and closed it. They weren’t interested in astronomy, and he wasn’t there to give them a lesson either. That was a side of Astra they didn’t know, and perhaps one he would keep for himself. Yet, as he didn’t wish for them to feel pushed away, he decided to give them a proper explanation. “It’s the line on the Moon or a planet that divides the bright, sunlit part from the part in shadow. People who appreciate astronomy tend to like observing that phenomenon through a telescope.”

He observed them and wondered if it was making sense in their head. But then, he decided to shrug it off and extended his fingers. “Do you have the information I need from your father?” He inquired while he skirted the desk and sat down. He had requested K’in to find a few clients' names inside the Astoria’s files. Of course, it was only to gain precious information. “I’m sure you did a good job. I have total faith in your capacity, K’in.” He purred, but only to encourage them to betray their family a bit more.

Their concentration on the foreign words were just to fill their mind as they waited for him. K'in allowing themself opportunity to be left alone with their thoughts always left them with unwanted thoughts. It’s worse when they’re around him, alarms ring when they’re in the same room but it makes no sense. Warnings flash and they ignore them wilfully-they hold no truth anyway. 

Why would he waste time rather than just do it now. Like everyone else. 

So instead they fill their mind with anything in reach. Even a language they have not even an inkling of knowledge of. They blink when the book is taken. Watching quick hands close it before rushing upwards to meet his face. Their left in shock, as they usually are, but try to cover it up by nodding to his words. 

“Ah, stars. You like them?” Should they get him a gift related to it? Would he need one? As a student to teacher gift, obviously.

At his subject change their head tilts. Their hands turn them around to where they left their bag. On one of the chairs in his office, he said to get comfortable earlier. 

With bag in hand and needed list, K’in settles again in front of the desk. They’ve never been more thankful that their father had no qualms with them working so closely within his office. It made compiling the list quite easy. The list wasn’t long but it was vital. Most of the names were recurring clients of their ‘family’. Underneath each name was what they’re order/needs etc were. 

They thought it would be important to add. Helpful. 

They were being helpful.

“Here! The list. I added some notes too.” They grin, proud to be able to give him what he expected and maybe more. Their nails tap against the desk as they slide over the paper.

[sovereignxfae]

@distopea​ said; 

“Mmh, did I tell you to stop? You read the same line twice.”

Astra lifted his chin up, his lips gleaming with their most intimate fluid, their thighs spread for him. They were holding the same book for more than twenty minutes. It was a very complicated reading - an astrophysical book regarding dark theories about nebulas from another galaxy. It was more than normal that K’in couldn’t even understand one sentence, but he was playing with that on purpose. With predator eyes, he observed them. They seemed to be slowly losing control.

“Read it again. Louder. Don’t mumble your words or you’ll start all over again.” He ordered while two of his fingers parted their lips, the flat part of his tongue attacking their swollen clit once more. He was eating them out for a long time now, each time stopping so they wouldn’t come too quickly. K’in’s voice began to echo again and Astra smirked, using his coated finger to brush their ring of muscles, down their wet entrance. “Don’t stop.” He whispered again while two digits entered her split, the other one still circling her bottom part, before he pushed his knuckle in. He loved the way they moaned.

“K’in.” He looked up again, their legs quivering dangerously. His voice was severe. “You fucked it up again.” He licked his lips and nibbed her inner thigh, leaving a mark there, thrusting his fingers with an agonizing pace. “I’m really going to fuck you in the ass tonight if you keep missing your words. I won’t be gentle with you.” He moved his fingers again, kissed their thighs. “Maybe you want that… You never have been fucked back there?” It was arousing. “If you come right now… I’m going to put it in.” He licked her clit again, this time with a more vigorous pace. He wondered if they would lose control for good, or on the contrary, if they would be able to delay the inevitable.

This was the definition of unfair. Every definition of the word was in play here. This..challenge was unfair in its essence. They refuse to call it a lesson. This teaches nothing but torture and less mercy than the word merciless could ever hope to describe.

K'in is sure that the pages of the cursed book were wrinkled from the way their thumb in pressing into it. Their eyes are blurry, unseeing even with the words dancing across their vision. A breath is sucked in when Astra pulls away from them to scold.

The book was one of his, they don't care much for the stars aside from their images. Said book rests on their nose bridge as they take back the breath he stole from them. Their lips tremble when he demands them try again. If they mess up again it'd be the third time they've started over.

They tried. Brows furrowed even more than before in their haste to make the words make sense. It starts off fine. A lot shaky and they know that punctuations are being ignored. Though they try, when Astra plays with them so carelessly, as though for his enjoyment alone, they eat the next sentence in its entirety. Their knees touch when their body tenses at his intrusion.

The warbled noise escapes them before they even know the. book is slipping from their grip. Every thrust of his fingers earned him a quiet noise. Almost excusable as a huff but it turns whiney at the end. "I'm so—ry. It is- is very hard."

An apology for his troubles albeit they aren't sure if it came out the way it's supposed to. Every touch of his lips makes K'in shudder. At his question, they shake their head stiffly. Too focused on trying to focus. They haven't and they haven't really thought of it otherwise.

Maybe..? They trust him, he seems to know what he's doing.

Whatever merciless god they had been pleading with heard them. He states his conditions, his impossible to hold on to terms before he starts on them. Their hands grab at his hair, pushing as they cry.

Tears fall and they try to shift away from him, "No, no no no. Please, Astra I can't— can't hold it! Sir pleasepleasepleaseplease—"

They babble as their thighs squeeze around his head. Fists tightening around blonde strands as they shake, " 'Sorry. Sorry, couldn't hold it anymore. Unfair..so mean." Words trail off as they convulse, eyes cross when they try to open them.

[sovereignxfae]

21)  for sender to leave several bite marks on receiver’s belly. (Astra and K’in!)

[This is so late. Just answerin' from the ask cause shame T^T]

He said be good. They shouldn't be thinking of doing anything but that. They know that, the urge to erase all thoughts of disobeying is bone deep and entrancing. K'in knows how easy it would be to just sit still and listen.

They know it all too well. Being Astra's ‘good kitten’ time and time again; they shouldn't be tempted by the sight of his bare skin. Shouldn't be tempted to taste that poison apple without the permission of the god they worship. They are so aware that they'll be allowed to have it if they are good for as long as he wants.

K'in knows so well that their mouth waters.

This shouldn't be hard but they do say that even the best pets can be spoiled.

So if they lean into him against his demands, it truly isn’t his fault. Right? If they nuzzle into his happy trail that they so love, they can’t be faulted. Who was it that put it in front of them? 

If they pants heavily against his skin and raise to their knees ever so slightly, just enough to reach above the trail and reach his abs..? His fault, of course! He should be paying better attention. 

If teeth drag along his muscled stomach before closing around flesh, just a smidge above softly..once!..twice! three, four and five? 

Could they truly be blamed? 

Yes. They could. If the harsh fist in their curls is anything to go by, that is. Their scalp burns but they have no regrets. It was worth it. Tasting his flesh on their tongue will always be a reward in and of itself. No matter if said reward was earned. 

So if they don’t hear his through teeth scolding and require a slap across the face for it; who is it to say who was truly at fault?

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@distopea​ said: 

i’m so turned on right now.

you can kiss me.

combo for K'in and Astra!

           From the ‘consent is sexy!’ ask game.

He said the words so plainly. K'in wonders how he does it sometimes. Spout filth without losing eye contact when they always have to either work up to it or be worked up.

The easy confidence that he exudes is intoxicated. Makes their eyes go glassy and make their ears warm. The heat spreads to their cheeks, their teeth nips at their own bottom lip.

“You are?” It sounds pleading. They stupidly hope that they had a part to play in him getting like this. If they weren't would he be here? If they weren't would they sitting-directly- on top of the evidence?

Their blush deepens.

Maybe that's how they find the voice to do all of this. How silly? The need for his approval, no matter how small, is what she works towards. Her orgasm not even a thought yet. For her pleasure is tightly woven into the need to be good.

Her eyes flash to his lips. His breath heavy and fanning against their face—their lips. They swallow and return to his eyes. It's similar to putting down a heavy item for relief but still having to return to it. The strain being too much but you must return to it all over again.

His eyes was their item. One which they wish was theirs alone. Take it from him and keep it safe; be the only who can be graced by those calculating melted gold. Put it in a safe, then another and another until only they know which holds the treasure and only they remember the key.

But they can't. They can't and that's their strain. Fighting against all of these questionable wants and urges. The strain to not kiss him every chance he offers. When they're so close— like now. They are in his lap, straddling, with his hands at their waist. Keeping them content even if barely so. They'd move of they could. He'd tell them they can. Something short, maybe just to please him and they'd do the fastest way possible.

To be the one to have his full attention is a whole thing on its on.

When he says it, to kiss him, it takes time for them to process the way he said it. He was giving permission. Not telling them as he usually would. Two words. All he needed was two words to have them at his mercy but he decided to waste breath to tell them; ‘you can’.

At first they nod dumbly. Tongue too heavy and mindful of the amount of drool they are courting. Though his eyes hood even more. Making pretty dark eyes even darker. Still pretty but with edge. K'in has nothing to do but fight the urge to roll their eyes back and bite a moan in half.

“Hah— okay, thank you. T-thank you.” They squirm in his hold as they lean towards him. Hands brought up to his cheeks to hold him to them. It would be so innocent of it wasn't so messy.

Tongues met first. Teeth followed and then they were lost to it all. Noises lost in the exchange of breath and they'd have it no other way.

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@distopea​​ said: 

His eyes focused on the book in front of him, Astra was casually brushing K’in’s hair. They had shared quite an intense moment together once more, the desire they could experience sometimes turning their session into another messy one. Another way for K’in to explore their sexuality, even if sometimes, Astra knew he was pushing them quite hard. It wouldn’t stop him from feeling this strange admiration for the young person. They were eager to understand, eager to explore. He liked to teach them.

“Are you feeling alright?” He tenderly asked, the pad of his thumb describing a small curve upon their jawline. He watched them with a certain softness, their head laid on his thighs, their body curled against his side. “You don’t need to go home tonight, you can sleep here if you wish.” He invited them for the very first time. Somehow, he didn’t wish to sleep alone. He tugged a strand of their hair behind their ear, and eventually put the book down onto the night table.

“Come here.” Astra purred before he slid himself onto the mattress, dragging their body against his chest. He kissed their forehead, like the most caring lover would do.

K’in is slotted into his side. A warm cheek rested on his thigh. Matching their breathing with his. It takes a while, heart still pumping while they relax into themselves again. They shift ever so often, tangling their limbs with his every chance they got. 

The hand in their hair was approved with a hum. They nuzzle into him when he scratches at their scalp. Pressing a chaste kiss to his skin. Silently they blame the haze they are in, their sleep muddled mind finds the excuse adequate. 

“M’ okay. Just sleepy.” Two fingers touch his wrist. Their thumb joins and rubs circles into the joint. A sleepy smile finds its way to their lips as the action is done. 

The next few actions were lost on K’in. Slipping into the state of awake enough to mumble to the air but tired enough to forget everything else. Maybe it’s stupid, falling so quickly at ease cuddles up with their supposed rival. 

He could do whatever he wanted, in this moment. Their life in his hands. Yet all he does is pull them closer to him. They felt that much. Being moved from the firm comfort of his thigh to his chest; they whine about it to the skin of his neck. 

They fit there so easily. A happy murmur leaves them as they settle down again. A kiss placed on his cheek. “G’night.”

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@distopea said:

leaning into your lover's touch, their fingers tracing down your stomach, their body pressed against you (for K'in and Astra!)

         from ‘a hundred different kisses’ prompt list.

So close. He's so close. They can feel his his heart beating. Calmer than theirs, but it's close behind. Their breath mingles, filling the barely there space between their lips.

They'd beg for a kiss but their voice is lost. Only breathy imitations could be given.

Warm palm presses into their spine. Forcing them to arch further into his side. Legs tangled with his, they squirm under his weight. It's comforting as it is teasing.

“Humph-!” K'in huffs, face scrunching, “Astra, I can't arch anymore—mhh”

They can't. They think. Maybe.

Another hand trails down their stomach. K’in shifts under the touch. Unsure if it tickles or they wish for more. Stomach tensing before they push back up into the fleeting touches. 

A finger catches on the piercing right above their naval. Their chest heaves. A shuddering breath leaves them. There is nowhere for them to run from the touches. 

All too much and not enough. The bruises left behind from their collar bone down to the valley of their breast sting slightly with every huff of breath they take. They try to even their breaths. Calm their racing heart but he always stops them. Makes them hiccup between a breath.

Either with his words—promises—or intent touches.

“You will. I'm guiding you—” the words are punctuated by a nip to their bottom lip. “—so you have no excuse not to.”

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@distopea said:

☠️ give me the good, Astra and K'in?

‘It’s supposed to be this way. This is what I want. This is what he taught me to do.’

“You’re an idiot.” It’s to themselves just as much as it is for him.

Did he really think so lowly of them to think that they wouldn’t do it? He’d given them a gun, pressed it against his chest and expected them to falter.

The worst part is, he was right. They were faltering, they were going to laugh through it and ask him if this was a joke. They weren’t going to but they spared him a glance.

Saw the confidence and the smugness there. Were they so wrong to assume that the gun was empty? So wrong to believe that he was more cautious than that?

The trigger was pulled and they smiled. Grinned. They didn’t know until his gaze turned cold and he fell backwards and landed. They didn’t move until the gun had fell out of their lax grip.

“I’m sorry. I can’t very much help you.”

‘You didn’t do that..he did. He should’ve known better. I am still the mafia heir, after all. He is at fault.”

They kneel beside him, rest his head on their lap. They say nothing, just stare and breathe. There is not much else to do as his breath takes longer pauses than recommended.

They play with his hair until a drop of water lands on his cheek. “Wow, it seems that with all your teases and twisted lessons you made a mark. It was nice being with you, Astra.”

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@distopea said:

[ text ] come over. (From Astra)

They sigh when their phone vibrates on there desk. Setting down the screwdriver they push their rolling chair over to the edge of the desk where their phone lies.

They pick it up and stare at the message, the shock is short lived as it turns to light blush.

[ text ] But I just sat down!

[ text ] Also I'll have you know that you're manners need brushing up.

[ text ] Though, sure. I'll be there in uh 20 mins?