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The walk to their shared quarters is short, but it contains an eternity for Iago.
In that eternity, he struggles to comprehend the current situation and what path he shall take forward. Cassio is seducing him - has seduced him. There is no point in pretending that Cassio has not succeeded there. Iago is a terrible, weak willed man who was won over with a mere hickey. So, now that he has been seduced, what is Iago to do?
He has never actually been with a man. He’s not entirely sure how it should go. He has had fantasies, sure. But those are mostly images of men - sweaty and strong and desperate. He hasn’t fantasized about actual intercourse. That would be too much. A step too far into the homosexual mind. He’s gotten by assuring himself that it is normal enough to bring himself to completion thinking about the General’s arms, so long as he doesn’t think about them wrapped around another man’s body. The General would drive into another man with such force, what force will Cassio use with Iago tonight? Iago’s mind seems to run wild.
He is, occasionally, pulled out of his thoughts by the sway of Cassio’s hips. The crease of his pants along that voluptuous ass. The baritone of his voice as he hums a tune Iago doesn’t recognize while they walk. Cassio’s alluring and magnetic nature put Iago into a daze, and he can barely put one foot in front of the other.
He cycles between his racing thoughts and the Cassio-induced-daze like a madman until they finally reach their room.
The door closes behind them with a heavy finality, and Iago gulps when he hears the snick of the lock. They’re alone now, and he is faced with Cassio and his own desires.
Cassio turns to him, and stares for just a moment before bursting out with laughter. Iago frowns, truly, what could be so funny about sodomy?
“You needn’t look so afraid. You do want this, after all.”
Iago’s cheeks burn like the sun. He hadn’t realized he was so tense, and that the thoughts he wrestled with were showing on his face. He quickly moves from embarrassment to anger, though. What makes Cassio so sure that Iago wants this so badly?
“Maybe I don’t. Maybe I will leave… and tell everyone that you’re…”
He tries to sound sure of himself. He tries to manipulate the situation, to flip this onto Cassio and regain his footing. It comes out barely above a whisper, and his voice shakes before eventually trailing off.
Cassio laughs again.
“Can’t even finish that sentence,” He teases, and then suddenly he is upon Iago, his touch like a storm of temptation. Cassio strides into Iago’s space, quickly backing him against the door. He thrusts a hand into Iago’s short curls and takes. He kisses, this time taking Iago by the lips. He plunders. His tongue sweeps the inside of Iago’s lips - and then he pulls back.
His eyes slide from Iago’s tousled hair to his slightly-swollen lips, and he grins. The bastard.
“You… are a devil,” Iago pants out, “A succubus” He spits. He intends for it to land as deriding, but it sounds almost awestruck to his own ears.
“And you’re easy prey,” Cassio smirks, damn him, then returns to kissing Iago.
Between digesting the sensation and attempting some meager reciprocation, Iago thinks on whether or not he is Cassio’s first male lover. His first victim. Surely not. One could tell from his attitudes in the daylight, but it is proven by the expertise he shows in tearing Iago apart.
Cassio must have enough of kissing, because he shifts so that his knee sits just under Iago’s reporting for duty cock. He begins pulling up Iago’s shirt, and Iago leans forward to make it easier. To his surprise, Cassio’s hand goes straight to his chest. He rubs in circles on Iago’s pecs, and then his nimble - practiced - fingers find one of Iago’s nipples. The sensation of his nipple being rolled delicately sends Iago reeling. He jerks forward, rubbing his cock on Cassio’s thigh, and gasps with a hint of a high and delicate whine.
“So pretty… It’s a shame.” Cassio murmurs, still teasing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
When Iago finally regains his senses and adjusts to the sensory input as best he can, he cannot help but as, “What’s a shame?”
“That you’re such an uptight shit.”
Cassio couples the insult with a hard twist of Iago’s nipple.
“Ungh!” Iago groans. It’s painful, but in a delicious sort of way that sends his hips bucking forward once again.
Cassio laughs. “Yeah, I knew you’d like that.”
And he’s so damn cheeky about it.
Cassio wraps an arm around Iago’s waist, delicate in a way Iago wishes he wasn’t, and guides them to the bed. The bed they share. How will it feel every night after this? To share a bed with a man he’d… Iago shakes his head, desperately attempting to abandon that train of thought before he attempts to find a word for this.
“I feel like I’m doing all the work here,” Cassio grumbles, though he doesn’t actually seem very annoyed. It is more to goad Iago into action than anything else.
“Well, you’ve got the experience. I’m sure you’ve bedded hundreds of men before me.” He says it in a voice full of contempt, meant to shame.
“Not hundreds, but I have had my share.” Cassio confirms, scooching closer to Iago. “You’ve never even sucked cock, have you?”
Iago splutters. “Obviously not.”
Cassio turns to him, studying his face earnestly. “But you’ve thought about it.”
Iago shifts uncomfortably. He doesn’t like being watched.
“I…only in the sense that I have wondered… how women felt doing it.” It’s a lie. An obvious lie. He wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t thought about the weight of another man’s cock on his tongue - how it would stretch his jaw - how it would taste.
Cassio considers him.
“Well. There’s no time like the present.”
Cassio rolls onto his back and stretches his legs wide, then pats his open thighs. “Come on, then.”
“What?” Iago is genuinely shocked. He thought, somehow, that Cassio would be the active one in this. As the instigator, it would be more appropriate for Cassio to suck Iago off, wouldn’t it? “You want - me to?”
“You’ve got such a pretty mouth. Let’s put it to good use, eh?” He pats his thighs again. And then, in a voice hushed and somewhat tender, he says “It’s alright. I’ll tell you what to do.”
Iago finds himself touched by that. He crawls in between the other man’s thighs. He skittishly begins to undo the other man’s pants, looking up to Cassio’s sunkissed face for some mark of approval. Cassio nods, with a faint smile.
“Go on, take it out.”
Cassio’s dick is hot, and large enough that his constant sexual exploits make sense. For a moment, Iago just looks at it. He breathes deeply, inhaling that musky smell, and finds it intoxicating.
“Don’t just stare,” Cassio admonishes.
“You haven’t told me what else to do,” Iago counters. He’s not entirely clueless. He knows what felt good on the rare occasion he’s gotten Emilia to take him into her mouth. But he wants Cassio to say it. More than anything, he wants Cassio to tell him exactly how Iago should pleasure him.
“Give it a little kiss,” Cassio says, obviously being sarcastic.
But Iago does. He presses his lips delicately to the tip of Cassio’s cock. It results in Cassio’s hips stuttering upwards. He looks up from under his lashes, which earns him a whispered and drawn out “fuuuuuck” from the other man.
“You can… You really just need to take it into your mouth. Just be careful of your teeth.”
Iago presses his lips against his teeth in a way that is almost instinctual, like maybe he was made to do this after all. He takes Cassio into his mouth, as far as he can go. But it’s too fast - Cassio is too thick and too long. He gags, sputtering and drawing back up.
“Apologies.” He mumbles.
“Take it slow. Just… just the tip for now, and you can work your way down from there.”
Iago tries again, and has much more success this time. He decides to experiment with winding his tongue up and down the length of Cassio’s cock, and this is a great success. Cassio groans and moans, not seeming to give a damn if anyone hears them. Passerby will assume that Cassio is at some woman, and have no thought of where Iago is. It’s thrilling.
After some time allowing Iago to feel it out, Cassio decides to pick up the pace. He winds his hand in Iago’s hair and begins guiding him up and down, up and down. It isn’t as rough as Iago would have expected the other man to use his mouth, but it isn’t gentle either. It is certainly a fucking. Cassio lasts longer than Iago ever has, too. It allows Iago the time to drink in the sight of Micheal Cassio undone. His strong thighs - shaking with pleasure. His muscle defined abdomen - curled and tense. Sweat dripping from his brow. It’s glorious. And somehow, Iago wonders how they have not done this sooner, when they’ve shared a room for so long.
“Made me wait so long for this, you uptight prick,” Cassio breathes out as he thrusts, and that’s interesting. Iago has been making him wait? He wasn’t aware of that. He must communicate his thoughts through his eyebrows, somehow, because Cassio continues.
“Didn’t notice, huh? I thought you were just uninterested. But then I caught you looking at the bathhouse yesterday, and I realized. You’re just oblivious.”
Iago is anything but oblivious. He is the observer of all observers, he is always watching. But then, it occurs to him. He may have been mistaking some of Cassio’s bravado. Perhaps it was flirtatious towards him, rather than bragging.
Cassio spills not long after that, and Iago does his best to swallow it. He coughs up a small mix of spend and spit onto his chin, though. Cassio, a gentleman, gives him a handkerchief from his bedside to wipe it with.
They lay in bed beside each other for a long moment before Iago says something.
“You waited for me?”
Cassio snorts. “Yes. I’ve wanted a taste of those pretty lips for some time now, Ensign.”
“Pretty.” Iago considers. “You said that. Before.”
“So vain.” Cassio chuckles, “But pretty, yes.”
Iago has a hard time digesting that a man like Cassio finds him attractive. He has never found his reflection anything special.
“I…would like you to say it again. More often.”
Cassio considers Iago again, with those warm brown eyes. “I will. But for now, we sleep.”
Iago nods. Cassio rises, puts out the candle and returns to bed. For the first time, Iago gives in to the desire to curl around him.