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"Because I understood you." The answer comes quick and without hesitation. "We talked about our plans in great detail and were almost always on the same page."
"Even the most similar of people will have a difference in opinion at some point. It can hardly be avoided."
"And our alliance made it through those differences? You don’t seem like the kind of man who would let himself be swayed easily."
Gortash steps closer to him and chuckles. "You flatter me." He stops for a moment before continuing. "But there are things that can sway me quite easily. You had no qualms about using them against me."
His close proximity sends Tav"s heart racing, but it’s not from fear or discomfort of almost being caged against the desk. The way the man is in his space is casual and familiar, done without forced effort or tentative movements. The hammering in Tav’s chest gets more intense - longing. That’s what it is. Longing for something that is still stuck in the haze of his mind.
"Tell me about them," Tav says.
Gortash shakes his head but keeps his gaze fixed on Tav. It flickers at the papers on the desk behind Tav for a moment before returning. "Where would be the fun in that? You will find out in due time."
Tav groans in frustration. "So I was the one always getting his hands dirty for you, and you won’t even tell me something about yourself now?"
"They are skilled hands. It would have been an utter waste to not keep them busy," Gortash replies. He avoids the question entirely, and it irritates Tav, though it doesn’t surprise him. Not at all. "Mine are made more for planning than painting the streets in blood, I"m afraid."
The man holds his hand up as he speaks, curls and stretches his fingers as the Netherstone sits on the ornate gold platings proudly. The talons and rings around Gortash’s fingers glint in the low light.
"Those have any use?" Tav interrupts and points at the decorations around the digits. "Or are they just part of your whole get-up?"
"I suppose they are just part of my whole get-up," Gortash answers with a snarky tone. Tav grins. "Though you never expressed any complaints."
A weird thing to point out, Tav thinks, before his mind supplies him with a new memory.
Golden talons drift across his skin, his forearms, and across his collarbones One finger traces down his bare chest, leaving behind a thin red line that stings deliciously.
They dig into his waist, his hips, make Tav tilt his head back and sigh at the sharp sensation.
Gortash"s eyes widen, and his hand twitches. "Excuse me?"
Tav needs to know. "Touch me with them." The other man had touched his wrist earlier and it hadn’t done a lot memory-wise but maybe- "Just- here."
The rest of his body is covered in armor so he bares his neck the slightest bit instead. He must be losing his sanity - but if it is the case, it is something he’d gladly give up. Tav suspects he is getting closer to what Gortash wasn’t telling him, suspects that there had been way more between them than what he"d led Tav to believe.
A shiver runs through Tav immediately as the first cold steel tip touches his neck. It traces the skin lightly, scratching at flakes of dried blood and dirt. Tav feels like something precious underneath Gortash’s gentle caress, an object of adoration and protection.
Talons trace across his neck before the other man leans forward. Strands of hair tickle the delicate skin, followed by rough stubble and then soft lips as they press gentle kisses along the column of it. He tilts his head up and bares it freely. Treasured, protected.
"Shit," he breathes.
Gortash freezes, though his finger is still in its place on the side of Tav’s neck. "What’s the matter?"
"I remember it. You touched me, just like this. Just like you did earlier." He takes a deep breath. "Why didn’t you tell me? That there was something between us?"
"Would you have believed me?"
It’s a fair question. He thinks that deep in his mind and his subconscious, he would have believed every word, but in the end, the rational part of his brain would have won. The Chosen of Bane being with the Son of Bhaal himself - simply unthinkable to any person with sanity left.
Tav realizes that Gortash must have been waiting for this, for him to come to the conclusion himself. He could have forced himself onto Tav and convinced him with sweet words and promises, but he didn’t. And that tells Tav a lot about the man he is behind all his grandeur and obvious lust for power.
"I would have brought the world to heel for you, and you would have done just the same," he says. "The whole city in ruins, just for you. Just so your daggers can find more bodies to turn cold, I would have done it all."
The confession sends a surge of warmth through Tav. It’s bursting with honesty, and when those inky eyes look at him again, he knows that he is positively fucked, for lack of better words.
"I know you love it when they fear you, when they respect you. When they’re pleading at your feet, groveling in the dirt." Gortash steps closer to him as he says it, voice dropping to a low tone.
The other man is so close now that Tav can smell him His scent is overwhelming in the best of ways, a hint of perfume that has almost faded mingled with his natural smell - and this, he knows. He does not need a memory to remind him. As he stands there and lets the familiar scent envelop him, he feels safe.
"Can I kiss you?" He asks, because he wants to. He yearns for it, aches for it in every part of his body and mind.
"Are you asking me this because you’re still unsure and feel like you need to, or because you truly want to?" There’s a lack of confidence in Gortash’s tone that doesn’t suit him at all. Tav appreciates the concern, but it also frustrates him to no end.
It frustrates him that he’d forgotten someone who cared for him so deeply, whose darkness worked so well together with his own.
"Forgive me for saying this, but you are a fool, Enver." He doesn’t mean to say Gortash"s first name, but it feels right - and so far, his intuition hasn’t betrayed him today.
Tav watches black eyes widen in surprise at the sound of his name. "You stand before me, returned from the dead, calling me by my name and looking as beautiful as you did when I had you next to me," the man says, gaze softening. "I consider myself a strong man and a skilled leader, but even I have my vice. And you are testing me."
"You flatter me," he replies, too stunned to form more elaborate words.
"You are a vision, my dear." There is no hesitation in Enver’s tone, only truth.
"I have been called many things, but a vision was certainly never among them."
"Fools, every last one of them," he says and wraps one hand around the side of Tav’s waist, over the fabric of his robe. Tav welcomes the touch and slips one of his own hands under the other’s coat, resting it just above the man’s hip. The linen of the shirt is soft beneath his fingers, and he grabs hold of it, steadying himself when Enver places his other hand at the back of Tav’s head and massages his scalp gently.
Cool steel claws feel absolutely delightful as they run through his hair and scratch at the skin, so soft it almost tickles.
Tav wants nothing more than to lean in and close the minimal distance between them, but finds himself hesitant. They are about to cross the point of no return - a Baneite and a Bhaalspawn, a synergy that has all the potential to plunge the city of Baldur"s Gate in a deliciously dark abyss, a combination that makes Tav’s Urge sing but his friends -
"You’ve got a beautiful mind, but for now please stop thinking," Enver interrupts his train of thought and does what Tav had been aching for since he’d first set eyes on him.
The man leans in slowly and cages Tav against the desk. His breath is hot on Tav’s face, and he swears he can taste the notes of wine from his memories on it. He isn’t the one to close the gap between them, though. Instead, he waits patiently and softly rubs his thumb over where he holds Tav’s waist.
Tav knows he’s done this hundreds, maybe thousands of times already. Somewhere deep within his mind, he knows the exact way Enver tastes, the way he likes to be touched and the sounds he makes when Tav does it just right. Still, this feels like the first time he"d ever been this close to someone - and somehow, at least for now, it is.
Finally, he meets Enver"s lips with his own. They are chapped but warm, and an intense feeling of memories rushing back washes over him. He remembers this. He remembers him.
He doesn’t feel the need to hold back after that. The hand he has placed on the other man’s hand holds on even tighter and pulls him forward until Tav can feel the warm weight against him. It crowds him against the desk even more, but it’s among the best things he’s ever felt.
One thing that feels even better are the lips now moving against his own, sucking on Tav’s bottom lip until a whispered moan escapes him at the sheer intensity of it. A tingling feeling runs through his body as Enver"s hand cards through his hair one last time and then comes to rest at his jaw, cupping it gently.
The kiss speaks urgency after that. It’s not about remembering anymore, it’s about basking in the present moment, about claiming what they’d both thought lost. Both of Tav’s hands roam over the man’s chest now, one of them slipping between the laces on Enver’s shirt until he runs his fingers over soft skin and hair.
When Enver sighs quietly at the touches, Tav uses the moment to slip his tongue between the other’s lips. He feels the man smile underneath his lips and they part for the shortest of moments, chuckling softly against each other before meeting again. The moment makes warmth bloom in Tav’s chest, a warmth he can remember well.
He would feel comfortable like this forever, he thinks. Being devoured until the last light fades from the sky and plunges the - their - world in darkness eternal.
Tav is almost dizzy with feelings of passion and the sharp sensation of arousal, breathing heavily as Enver tastes him thoroughly, each movement a declaration of affection and something deeper, something that makes Tav’s chest tighten
They part with heavy breaths and wet, swollen lips. When Enver looks at him with dark, lidded eyes, Tav knows he’s a goner.
"How many lovers have you had? How many have put their hands on what belongs to me alone?" The man’s voice is raspy and hoarse as he speaks and the sound of it almost makes Tav whine.
Somehow, he manages to pull himself together. "No one. Not since you," he pants, his fingertips playing with the hem of Enver’s shirt. And it’s true - though some of his companions had propositioned him, something about it always felt wrong. Now he knows why
"Good. I have no intention of sharing what’s mine. And you have always been my most prized possession."
"Keep kissing me like that, and you won’t have to worry about it."
"One day, you will be my ruin," Enver sighs and tilts his head up, almost as if in prayer.
Tav’s gaze drifts over the man’s neck then, unblemished and so inviting. How he would love a taste. How he would kill for it, for him.
Yes, yes we would. We did. He always licked the blood from our lips after, the Urge adds. Tav swallows.
The next memory sends a harsh stab of heat to Tav’s abdomen. He drags his gaze further across Gortash’s chest, slightly hidden behind the laces of his shirt and Tav"s fingers but otherwise exposed. Giving in to the memory is easy as breathing.
He’s splattered all over with barely dried blood as he sits on Enver’s lap. The adrenaline from an absolutely beautiful kill still has him riding a high as he grinds down and shudders. He smears blood down Enver’s chest with his hand before bringing it to the man’s lips.
"For you. I did this for you, for us."
He laps up every last drop and then begs for more.
"Fuck, I really need you right now," Tav breathes, the hardness in his trousers aching for any kind of friction.
Enver roughly pushes his knee between Tav’s legs, forcing him to spread them apart, which Tav does easily. As the man"s thigh rubs against Tav’s arousal, he keens and starts grinding against it shamelessly. The angle is perfect, and the hard muscle of Enver’s thigh makes Tav choke on his breath.
"Then have me. Take what you need, love."
Tav curses and gives in to the hunger, to the Urge that seems all too happy with how things are unfolding. His forehead is leaned against Enver’s as they move in tandem, and he whimpers quietly against the man’s lips.
Then, he feels the Baneite remove his hands from Tav’s body and he is almost ready to complain before they come to rest at his ears.
"You’re still wearing them."
Tav is confused for a moment before he feels his piercings being turned between Enver"s fingers. "Still?"
The other is playing with the small sword pendants that decorate the lobes. "They were a gift from me to you. I"m glad to see you haven’t lost them."
"Because they were expensive?" Tav asks with a grin and a breathy voice.
Enver pulls at one of the pendants, and Tav’s breath hitches. "No, because I could hardly control myself whenever you wore them. And it seems that hasn’t changed."
The man lets his fingers slowly wander up the shells of Tav’s ears then, massaging them with gentle pressure.
Tav moans at the feeling of them being caressed between soft fingers and steel talons. It catches him off guard entirely - the sensation itself and his reaction to it. "Ah- what?"
"That was a lucky discovery one night," Enver chuckles. "Apparently, yours are particularly sensitive for a half-elf."
Tav leans into the touch like a cat would lean into gentle scratches, and he is sure that if he could purr, he would be doing so right now. "I didn’t even know that about myself."
Enver gently rubs the pointy tips of Tav’s ears between two fingers. "I made you come like this, dearest. Trust me, we were both equally as surprised," he chuckles. "After that, it seemed only right for me to decorate them with the finest silver I could find."
Now that’s a thought to file away for the future.
Tav feels heat rise to his cheeks, though it is not from shame or embarrassment. It’s pure arousal coursing through his veins, setting his body alight.
"No need to be embarrassed now. It doesn’t suit you," Enver says with a wicked smirk.
Tav is so excited at the prospect of wiping it off his face. "I"m not embarrassed, I’m just horny as all hells. You should know."
To his surprise and disappointment, Enver doesn’t even look fazed by Tav"s answer. Instead, his smirk only seems to widen. "Allow me to take care of you then."
Tav nods. "What are you waiting for, Enver?"
"For you to agree."
He doesn’t say anything, instead he grabs Enver’s hand and places it right above the hard length in his trousers.
"Is this a good enough answer?" Tav inhales sharply and lets out a pathetic whimper at the feeling of pressure against his arousal.
Enver laughs quietly and shakes his head fondly. "I suppose so."
"I really feel like you’re holding back," Tav scoffs. "I want to know how you touched me before. Show me." The impatience in his voice is audible, intensified by the way Enver grinds the palm of his hand down onto him.
"Forgive me for not wanting to bed you in the middle of an Illithid Colony," Enver snaps back.
Tav laughs at that. "So conjuring up a huge brain is alright, but fucking me on a bloody desk is where you draw the line?"
"I do have some decorum," Enver grins. "In a perfect world, I would lay you down onto your bed in your very own temple and take you there. Until you beg for me more than any of your victims ever begged for their last breath."
"That never happened before?"
"Of course it did, dearest," he says with a downright sinful smile before cupping Tav’s cock through his pants and squeezing.
Tav hisses at the contact, surprised at the harsh jolt of electricity it sends through his body until he feels it settle in the pit of his stomach. He melts into the other’s touch, pressing into him, only to be crowded back against the desk.
He wants those hands to leave dark purple bruises on his hips. Wants to feel them press into them tomorrow until they ache deliciously and bring Tav back to this very moment.
Then Enver runs the tips of his talons under Tav’s waistband until they brush against the flushed head of his cock, and Tav keens.
"Gods below, you’re still so loud," the man groans. "I could never teach you how to keep that filthy mouth of yours shut."
"Perhaps you didn’t try hard enough," Tav pants, bucking his hips forward.
Enver hums. "Or perhaps I didn’t really want to try." He leans until Tav can feel hot breath against his ear. "You cannot imagine how delicious your voice sounded when you were begging underneath me. But it looks like we won’t have to rely on imagination alone for much longer."

"Because I understood you." The answer comes quick and without hesitation. "We talked about our plans in great detail and were almost always on the same page."

"Even the most similar of people will have a difference in opinion at some point. It can hardly be avoided."

"And our alliance made it through those differences? You don’t seem like the kind of man who would let himself be swayed easily."

Gortash steps closer to him and chuckles. "You flatter me." He stops for a moment before continuing. "But there are things that can sway me quite easily. You had no qualms about using them against me."

His close proximity sends Tav"s heart racing, but it’s not from fear or discomfort of almost being caged against the desk. The way the man is in his space is casual and familiar, done without forced effort or tentative movements. The hammering in Tav’s chest gets more intense - longing. That’s what it is. Longing for something that is still stuck in the haze of his mind.

"Tell me about them," Tav says.

Gortash shakes his head but keeps his gaze fixed on Tav. It flickers at the papers on the desk behind Tav for a moment before returning. "Where would be the fun in that? You will find out in due time."

Tav groans in frustration. "So I was the one always getting his hands dirty for you, and you won’t even tell me something about yourself now?"

"They are skilled hands. It would have been an utter waste to not keep them busy," Gortash replies. He avoids the question entirely, and it irritates Tav, though it doesn’t surprise him. Not at all. "Mine are made more for planning than painting the streets in blood, I"m afraid."

The man holds his hand up as he speaks, curls and stretches his fingers as the Netherstone sits on the ornate gold platings proudly. The talons and rings around Gortash’s fingers glint in the low light.

"Those have any use?" Tav interrupts and points at the decorations around the digits. "Or are they just part of your whole get-up?"

"I suppose they are just part of my whole get-up," Gortash answers with a snarky tone. Tav grins. "Though you never expressed any complaints."

A weird thing to point out, Tav thinks, before his mind supplies him with a new memory.

Golden talons drift across his skin, his forearms, and across his collarbones One finger traces down his bare chest, leaving behind a thin red line that stings deliciously.

They dig into his waist, his hips, make Tav tilt his head back and sigh at the sharp sensation.

Gortash"s eyes widen, and his hand twitches. "Excuse me?"

Tav needs to know. "Touch me with them." The other man had touched his wrist earlier and it hadn’t done a lot memory-wise but maybe- "Just- here."

The rest of his body is covered in armor so he bares his neck the slightest bit instead. He must be losing his sanity - but if it is the case, it is something he’d gladly give up. Tav suspects he is getting closer to what Gortash wasn’t telling him, suspects that there had been way more between them than what he"d led Tav to believe.

A shiver runs through Tav immediately as the first cold steel tip touches his neck. It traces the skin lightly, scratching at flakes of dried blood and dirt. Tav feels like something precious underneath Gortash’s gentle caress, an object of adoration and protection.

Talons trace across his neck before the other man leans forward. Strands of hair tickle the delicate skin, followed by rough stubble and then soft lips as they press gentle kisses along the column of it. He tilts his head up and bares it freely. Treasured, protected.

"Shit," he breathes.

Gortash freezes, though his finger is still in its place on the side of Tav’s neck. "What’s the matter?"

"I remember it. You touched me, just like this. Just like you did earlier." He takes a deep breath. "Why didn’t you tell me? That there was something between us?"

"Would you have believed me?"

It’s a fair question. He thinks that deep in his mind and his subconscious, he would have believed every word, but in the end, the rational part of his brain would have won. The Chosen of Bane being with the Son of Bhaal himself - simply unthinkable to any person with sanity left.

Tav realizes that Gortash must have been waiting for this, for him to come to the conclusion himself. He could have forced himself onto Tav and convinced him with sweet words and promises, but he didn’t. And that tells Tav a lot about the man he is behind all his grandeur and obvious lust for power.

"I would have brought the world to heel for you, and you would have done just the same," he says. "The whole city in ruins, just for you. Just so your daggers can find more bodies to turn cold, I would have done it all."

The confession sends a surge of warmth through Tav. It’s bursting with honesty, and when those inky eyes look at him again, he knows that he is positively fucked, for lack of better words.

"I know you love it when they fear you, when they respect you. When they’re pleading at your feet, groveling in the dirt." Gortash steps closer to him as he says it, voice dropping to a low tone.

The other man is so close now that Tav can smell him His scent is overwhelming in the best of ways, a hint of perfume that has almost faded mingled with his natural smell - and this, he knows. He does not need a memory to remind him. As he stands there and lets the familiar scent envelop him, he feels safe.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, because he wants to. He yearns for it, aches for it in every part of his body and mind.

"Are you asking me this because you’re still unsure and feel like you need to, or because you truly want to?" There’s a lack of confidence in Gortash’s tone that doesn’t suit him at all. Tav appreciates the concern, but it also frustrates him to no end.

It frustrates him that he’d forgotten someone who cared for him so deeply, whose darkness worked so well together with his own.

"Forgive me for saying this, but you are a fool, Enver." He doesn’t mean to say Gortash"s first name, but it feels right - and so far, his intuition hasn’t betrayed him today.

Tav watches black eyes widen in surprise at the sound of his name. "You stand before me, returned from the dead, calling me by my name and looking as beautiful as you did when I had you next to me," the man says, gaze softening. "I consider myself a strong man and a skilled leader, but even I have my vice. And you are testing me."

"You flatter me," he replies, too stunned to form more elaborate words.

"You are a vision, my dear." There is no hesitation in Enver’s tone, only truth.

"I have been called many things, but a vision was certainly never among them."

"Fools, every last one of them," he says and wraps one hand around the side of Tav’s waist, over the fabric of his robe. Tav welcomes the touch and slips one of his own hands under the other’s coat, resting it just above the man’s hip. The linen of the shirt is soft beneath his fingers, and he grabs hold of it, steadying himself when Enver places his other hand at the back of Tav’s head and massages his scalp gently.

Cool steel claws feel absolutely delightful as they run through his hair and scratch at the skin, so soft it almost tickles.

Tav wants nothing more than to lean in and close the minimal distance between them, but finds himself hesitant. They are about to cross the point of no return - a Baneite and a Bhaalspawn, a synergy that has all the potential to plunge the city of Baldur"s Gate in a deliciously dark abyss, a combination that makes Tav’s Urge sing but his friends -

"You’ve got a beautiful mind, but for now please stop thinking," Enver interrupts his train of thought and does what Tav had been aching for since he’d first set eyes on him.

The man leans in slowly and cages Tav against the desk. His breath is hot on Tav’s face, and he swears he can taste the notes of wine from his memories on it. He isn’t the one to close the gap between them, though. Instead, he waits patiently and softly rubs his thumb over where he holds Tav’s waist.

Tav knows he’s done this hundreds, maybe thousands of times already. Somewhere deep within his mind, he knows the exact way Enver tastes, the way he likes to be touched and the sounds he makes when Tav does it just right. Still, this feels like the first time he"d ever been this close to someone - and somehow, at least for now, it is.

Finally, he meets Enver"s lips with his own. They are chapped but warm, and an intense feeling of memories rushing back washes over him. He remembers this. He remembers him.

He doesn’t feel the need to hold back after that. The hand he has placed on the other man’s hand holds on even tighter and pulls him forward until Tav can feel the warm weight against him. It crowds him against the desk even more, but it’s among the best things he’s ever felt.

One thing that feels even better are the lips now moving against his own, sucking on Tav’s bottom lip until a whispered moan escapes him at the sheer intensity of it. A tingling feeling runs through his body as Enver"s hand cards through his hair one last time and then comes to rest at his jaw, cupping it gently.

The kiss speaks urgency after that. It’s not about remembering anymore, it’s about basking in the present moment, about claiming what they’d both thought lost. Both of Tav’s hands roam over the man’s chest now, one of them slipping between the laces on Enver’s shirt until he runs his fingers over soft skin and hair.

When Enver sighs quietly at the touches, Tav uses the moment to slip his tongue between the other’s lips. He feels the man smile underneath his lips and they part for the shortest of moments, chuckling softly against each other before meeting again. The moment makes warmth bloom in Tav’s chest, a warmth he can remember well.

He would feel comfortable like this forever, he thinks. Being devoured until the last light fades from the sky and plunges the - their - world in darkness eternal.

Tav is almost dizzy with feelings of passion and the sharp sensation of arousal, breathing heavily as Enver tastes him thoroughly, each movement a declaration of affection and something deeper, something that makes Tav’s chest tighten

They part with heavy breaths and wet, swollen lips. When Enver looks at him with dark, lidded eyes, Tav knows he’s a goner.

"How many lovers have you had? How many have put their hands on what belongs to me alone?" The man’s voice is raspy and hoarse as he speaks and the sound of it almost makes Tav whine.

Somehow, he manages to pull himself together. "No one. Not since you," he pants, his fingertips playing with the hem of Enver’s shirt. And it’s true - though some of his companions had propositioned him, something about it always felt wrong. Now he knows why

"Good. I have no intention of sharing what’s mine. And you have always been my most prized possession."

"Keep kissing me like that, and you won’t have to worry about it."

"One day, you will be my ruin," Enver sighs and tilts his head up, almost as if in prayer.

Tav’s gaze drifts over the man’s neck then, unblemished and so inviting. How he would love a taste. How he would kill for it, for him.

Yes, yes we would. We did. He always licked the blood from our lips after, the Urge adds. Tav swallows.

The next memory sends a harsh stab of heat to Tav’s abdomen. He drags his gaze further across Gortash’s chest, slightly hidden behind the laces of his shirt and Tav"s fingers but otherwise exposed. Giving in to the memory is easy as breathing.

He’s splattered all over with barely dried blood as he sits on Enver’s lap. The adrenaline from an absolutely beautiful kill still has him riding a high as he grinds down and shudders. He smears blood down Enver’s chest with his hand before bringing it to the man’s lips.

"For you. I did this for you, for us."

He laps up every last drop and then begs for more.

"Fuck, I really need you right now," Tav breathes, the hardness in his trousers aching for any kind of friction.

Enver roughly pushes his knee between Tav’s legs, forcing him to spread them apart, which Tav does easily. As the man"s thigh rubs against Tav’s arousal, he keens and starts grinding against it shamelessly. The angle is perfect, and the hard muscle of Enver’s thigh makes Tav choke on his breath.

"Then have me. Take what you need, love."

Tav curses and gives in to the hunger, to the Urge that seems all too happy with how things are unfolding. His forehead is leaned against Enver’s as they move in tandem, and he whimpers quietly against the man’s lips.

Then, he feels the Baneite remove his hands from Tav’s body and he is almost ready to complain before they come to rest at his ears.

"You’re still wearing them."

Tav is confused for a moment before he feels his piercings being turned between Enver"s fingers. "Still?"

The other is playing with the small sword pendants that decorate the lobes. "They were a gift from me to you. I"m glad to see you haven’t lost them."

"Because they were expensive?" Tav asks with a grin and a breathy voice.

Enver pulls at one of the pendants, and Tav’s breath hitches. "No, because I could hardly control myself whenever you wore them. And it seems that hasn’t changed."

The man lets his fingers slowly wander up the shells of Tav’s ears then, massaging them with gentle pressure.

Tav moans at the feeling of them being caressed between soft fingers and steel talons. It catches him off guard entirely - the sensation itself and his reaction to it. "Ah- what?"

"That was a lucky discovery one night," Enver chuckles. "Apparently, yours are particularly sensitive for a half-elf."

Tav leans into the touch like a cat would lean into gentle scratches, and he is sure that if he could purr, he would be doing so right now. "I didn’t even know that about myself."

Enver gently rubs the pointy tips of Tav’s ears between two fingers. "I made you come like this, dearest. Trust me, we were both equally as surprised," he chuckles. "After that, it seemed only right for me to decorate them with the finest silver I could find."

Now that’s a thought to file away for the future.

Tav feels heat rise to his cheeks, though it is not from shame or embarrassment. It’s pure arousal coursing through his veins, setting his body alight.

"No need to be embarrassed now. It doesn’t suit you," Enver says with a wicked smirk.

Tav is so excited at the prospect of wiping it off his face. "I"m not embarrassed, I’m just horny as all hells. You should know."

To his surprise and disappointment, Enver doesn’t even look fazed by Tav"s answer. Instead, his smirk only seems to widen. "Allow me to take care of you then."

Tav nods. "What are you waiting for, Enver?"

"For you to agree."

He doesn’t say anything, instead he grabs Enver’s hand and places it right above the hard length in his trousers.

"Is this a good enough answer?" Tav inhales sharply and lets out a pathetic whimper at the feeling of pressure against his arousal.

Enver laughs quietly and shakes his head fondly. "I suppose so."

"I really feel like you’re holding back," Tav scoffs. "I want to know how you touched me before. Show me." The impatience in his voice is audible, intensified by the way Enver grinds the palm of his hand down onto him.

"Forgive me for not wanting to bed you in the middle of an Illithid Colony," Enver snaps back.

Tav laughs at that. "So conjuring up a huge brain is alright, but fucking me on a bloody desk is where you draw the line?"

"I do have some decorum," Enver grins. "In a perfect world, I would lay you down onto your bed in your very own temple and take you there. Until you beg for me more than any of your victims ever begged for their last breath."

"That never happened before?"

"Of course it did, dearest," he says with a downright sinful smile before cupping Tav’s cock through his pants and squeezing.

Tav hisses at the contact, surprised at the harsh jolt of electricity it sends through his body until he feels it settle in the pit of his stomach. He melts into the other’s touch, pressing into him, only to be crowded back against the desk.

He wants those hands to leave dark purple bruises on his hips. Wants to feel them press into them tomorrow until they ache deliciously and bring Tav back to this very moment.

Then Enver runs the tips of his talons under Tav’s waistband until they brush against the flushed head of his cock, and Tav keens.

"Gods below, you’re still so loud," the man groans. "I could never teach you how to keep that filthy mouth of yours shut."

"Perhaps you didn’t try hard enough," Tav pants, bucking his hips forward.

Enver hums. "Or perhaps I didn’t really want to try." He leans until Tav can feel hot breath against his ear. "You cannot imagine how delicious your voice sounded when you were begging underneath me. But it looks like we won’t have to rely on imagination alone for much longer."