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FILL: Re: Ardyn/Cor, Humiliation, Ardyn pisses himself

[(Anonymous)]

Cor should not, of course, be here. Or, he should be, but he should be tearing the base to shreds rather than pressed hot and hard all up along Ardyn's back, trapping him against the wall, the both of them crouched in shadow as Caligo tears a couple of lieutenants a new one. Ardyn's heartbeat is hard in his chest and Cor should be more scared, but he's so hard he can hardly notice.

Ardyn shakes against him, and takes in a ragged breath. He keeps shifting side to side, but there's nowhere to go. It's only because they're both wearing black that nobody's noticed them, crammed into the corner. If Caligo wasn't yelling, he might have heard them breathing. "Need something?" Cor whispers, breath hot over the shell of Ardyn's ear, hand on the base of his stomach.

"No," Ardyn snarls back, and then freezes as Cor pushes down slightly, trying to see if he's already that turned on just from having Cor grinding against the crack of his ass, but the noise Ardyn makes is not one of arousal, it's of pain and humiliation, and Cor pauses.

It's not a bad noise, out of him.

"Marshal," the other man growls, shaking again. His knuckles, Cor notices, in the light of the spotlights, are white. "Don't." Cor, curious, shifts his hand flat and presses the base of his palm down into Ardyn's bladder and he ducks his head, wheezes, pulls his legs a little closer together, getting antsy. "Stop it," he whines, but Cor does it a third time, because he can see what's happening here.

"Didn't plan on taking long?" Cor laughs under his breath as he backs Ardyn a little further into the corner, the other man's palms flattening to the concrete walls of the Niflheim base. "Too bad Caligo showed up."

"I swear, Cor—" Ardyn tries to continue, but the heated tone of his voice turns into something pleading halfway through the second word as Cor gets his free hand over the other man's mouth, fingers dipping past his lips to dig into his gag reflex so he can only wheeze for breath and shake violently. And, really, that's a better look for him than talking is. Cor boxes the man in further, and presses his palm in, down. Ardyn could stop him if he wanted to, Cor's sure, but he isn't. Instead, he's trembling violently in Cor's arms, panting for little ragged breath and whimpering as Cor feels him shift to try and get away. He can't, though. There's nowhere for him to go, trapped between Cor and the wall.

"What, Ardyn," Cor whispers into his ear, glancing at Caligo to make sure nobody can hear them his voice pitched so low he can barely hear himself. "You don't want to make a mess? It's dangerous to hold it in, you know. That's how you get a UTI." As he says it, Cor knocks Ardyn's knees further apart so he can't squeeze down, and digs his palm into the other man's bladder until he makes this awful noise that vibrates high in the back of his throat against Cor's fingertips. He can feel Ardyn's tears, hot, dripping over the top of his hand. "You're so bad at taking care of yourself. One would almost think the Chancellor doth protest too much. Although I doubt it would be good for your reputation to be found peeing yourself in the arms of the Crownsguard Marshal." Ardyn ducks his head forward and Cor slides a third finger into his mouth, keeping him from biting down, starts a slow rhythm of pressure into his bladder, coaxing him to lose control. Ardyn is shaking. Violently. "One would even think," Cor continues, a fraction lower, a fraction slower, a fraction softer, as he shoves Ardyn into the wall, hard as hell himself just from the awful little noises that the other man keeps making, as wordless pleas for Cor to stop (or keep going, it's not clear,) "You want to make a mess of yourself. Such a dirty whore."

Ardyn yelps, probably, although it's muffled enough by Cor's hand that it's just a little high noise of surprise, and he's sobbing, hyperventilating around Cor's fingers as he loses control of his bladder, peeing messily all over both his thighs, and Cor can smell it, hot and acrid, somehow the right counterpoint to Ardyn's burning tears. Ardyn's leather coat is guaranteed to keep him clean, so he just enjoys Ardyn shaking in his arms, sobbing ugly tears, doubled over forward and peeing his pants right where anyone could see, hear, know. Cor knows. Cor knows, and he's never going to forget the way Ardyn's skin burns under his palm and the absolute anguish that holds his shoulders stiff and the horrible, aroused cracking shrieks low in the back of his throat. When Cor lets Ardyn go at last, pulls his fingers out of his mouth, the other man looks at him with his amber eyes wet and huge, his lips slick with spit, and shivers, with fury or fear or humiliation or all three, and Cor smiles, because he's somehow even better like this.

He'll have to try this again. Later. When he can make the best of it.

Re: FILL: Re: Ardyn/Cor, Humiliation, Ardyn pisses himself

[(Anonymous)]

I didn't even prompt this but I love it

Re: FILL: Re: Ardyn/Cor, Humiliation, Ardyn pisses himself

[(Anonymous)]

I didn't know I wanted this until now. Awesome fill!!!