Marking/Prison

A whine escaped Solas's lips as Rook pulled out of him and stilled himself just at his entrance. The elf twisted his head, looking with pleading eyes at the man behind him. He was so close, his cock pulsing between him and the desk, but before Solas could roll his hips against its surface to feel some friction, Rook pulled him up, earning another whine. “What is it, Solas? You want something?” Rook's voice is low and breathy behind Solas. “Rook…” Solas rasped out, as the other ran his free hand up and down his side. The corner of Rook's lips rose as he pulled Solas more tightly against his chest. “Use your words, Solas,” his lips pressed to the back of Solas's neck, teeth grazing his skin. “Or does your tongue fail you at last?” Rook purred. “You. I want you. Back inside me,“ he says, hopefully sounding not too desperate. “Do you?” Rook cooed, his breath hot against Solas's neck. “What was that you said last time?” his lips curved into a content smile. “Ah… Yeah… Be patient, Solas,” his voice mockingly soothing. Solas wanted to protest, but all words were cut off by Rook's hand pinching his nipple. The sensation sent sparks down his spine, making him shudder and arch his back. Rook rolled his nipple roughly between his thumb and forefinger, as Solas's hand gripped his arm to ground himself. Another moan escaped him, louder this time, his mind going dizzy as Rook sucked on his neck again. He nibbled on the sensitive skin before moving down to his shoulder. Rook's hand rubbed soothing circles into Solas's hip, keeping him on edge, while savoring every his moan and gasp. Solas wanted nothing more than to reach out and push himself closer to his release, but his hand was stopped halfway to its destination. “Now, did I allow you to touch yourself?” Rook cooed as he rolled his hips against his, earning a choked moan from him. “What happened to all that patience you've bragged about so much? Or is your neediness so much greater?” He teased, releasing his hand to reach for Solas's exposed length. Solas buckled his cock further into Rook's touch, whimpering something in elven and bringing a small crooked smile of amusement on Rook's lips. He wrapped his fingers around Solas's dick and pumped him a few times before retreating with some precum on his fingers. “No, please Rook,” Solas pleaded and buckled his hips forward, chasing Rook's hand. Rook's eyebrows rose at the pleading tone, yet he didn't make any move to grant Solas what he wanted. With a satisfied hum, he licked his fingers free of Solas's cum. But soon Rook crushed his mouth with Solas's. Solas could taste the mix of saliva and his own cum as he eagerly pushed his tongue in the mouth of the other. Solas's exposed length twitched when Rook's hand returned to grasp it. Rook pulled away as another lewd moan left Solas's mouth. “Since you asked nicely…” Rook grinned, before lining his cock with Solas's hole. A small choked noise left Solas's lips as Rook buried himself to the hilt in one movement. Rook released Solas's cock and pushed him against the desk again, before he started to thrusting in and out, holding onto Solas with a bruising grip. Solas threw his head back, closing his eyes and whimpering something between Rook's name and something in elven, that made Rook pick up, his brows pulling together. The sound of skin on skin and Rook's grunts in his ear making Solas's head spin a little bit. Solas gripped the edge of what was once a desk, distorted now as he could barely form any coherent thoughts with Rook pounding into him. “Yes, y-yes… keep going…” Solas begged, his fingers digging in what once was a desk, distorted now as Solas could barely form a coherent thought beyond his need for Rook. Rook leaned forward, his lips meeting Solas's shoulder; his balls tightened as he could feel his orgasm building. Solas let out a strangled noise when he felt Rook's hand around his cock again, pumping him. Rook knew Solas was close as well, his needy moans and groans told him enough. Solas can barely keep his eyes open as the coil in his belly keeps building, a mix of Eleven and Trade falling off his lips. Rook managed to do a few more pumps before Solas succumbed to his orgasm; his cock jerked, spattering the cum across the desk. Soon Rook's pace got erratic, his hand gripping Solas's hip. It takes a few more thrusts before he lets out a grunt, releasing inside of Solas. Rook leaned against Solas, his forehead pressing against Solas's shoulder, his chest heaving. They stayed like that for some time until Solas's voice broke the silence. “And where is your patience, Rook?” his voice still hoarse, but no less teasing, now as he slowly got from his high. “Thought you'd last longer with how mighty you've made yourself sound.” Rook groaned and bit down on his shoulder near the already forming mark, making Solas bite down any sound forming in his throat. Happy with the reaction he placed a kiss there smiling against Solas's skin. “We should do that more often,” the sound came out more roughly than Rook intended. He rested his chin on Sol's shoulder. “Perhaps,” Solas leaned his head against Rook's “At least that will make days here less dull.”