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He let out a light gasp when she lowered herself onto him, his eyes fixated on how he seemed to disappear into her. “I wan’make you cum again,” David said, moving his hands onto her hips while her nails dragged against his chest.

“Be selfish for me, love,” he says after she starts rocking herself on his cock. “May be the only time I let you.”

While Victoria was riding out her orgasm, David heaved, the tip of his tongue against the flesh of his upper lip. His own body felt close to surrender, so when he was certain she was through he slowed down, moving his hand back to the fancy-beanbag they were on instead of her neck. The rogue leaned over and kissed her throat up to the side of her face, bringing their lips together after he pecked at her jaw. “Victoria,” he murmured against her lips. 

It wasn’t that he lacked companionship previously; in the most humble way possible, David wasn’t lying when he told Padme he wasn’t seeking out new partners. This was just (so far) the most naturally he’d clicked with someone in Velia. His kisses were slower than his hips, still rocking slowly against her. “On top?” he asked in the breaths between kisses. 

David was re-wrapping his hands for his next training, half-sitting on his desk. The rogue had about 5 more minutes until Mercutio was supposed to arrive, and that man was never on time, so when he heard a banging at the door he pursed his lips in confusion. “Uh, it’s open,” he called, furrowing his brow.

In stormed the warrior who lead Catalyst, his hair swinging angrily behind him. David had to stifle a smirk when he noticed how unkempt Rowan was. “What the fuck, David?”

After appointing Luna to second-in-command, Rowan had been feeling a disconnect with a certain archer in his guild. Though the two never made anything official, it was clear something was going on between them. Sure, Rowan was also quite smitten with Padme, but even David could be smitten with Padme after trying some of the cookies she’d sent over. While everyone had their thoughts on what was going on between Rowan and Hades, no one would dare say out loud how obvious their affection for each other was. Especially not the culprits, who both insisted (poorly) their disinterest.

That’s part of the reason David was so excited to see Rowan come in here.

Running his tongue between his lips, the rogue nodded toward his fellow guild leader. “It’s not my fault, Rowan. I told him about the role opening because we used to train together, and he really thought he had it in the bag with you. But then you picked Luna, mate.”

He tsk’d twice before standing up, continuing: “I’m sure Luna is the right choice for Catalyst, but we both know Hades’s heart is much bigger than only protecting his guild.”

“Don’t tell me what’s in Leo’s heart,” Rowan barked, setting his jaw.

Leo. So he knew Hades’s real name, too. Impressive. David shrugged and bit off the excess tape from earlier. This was one of those times where he chose his silence purposefully, rather than as a default. He had given Achilles what he asked for - the reason why - but the heat of anger was still fresh. Looking back up to Rowan’s face, he raised his eyebrows and shook his head. 

Rowan had the other man by the collar in the mere seconds that followed. His breath was hot against the rogue’s face, and their eyes met briefly before Rowan’s eyes drited down to David’s lips, where he was once again running his damn tongue between his lips. “Look, Rowan,” David started, nonchalant as ever, “this doesn’t seem to be about me taking your battle strategist.”

“What?”

“Is there something going on with you and -”

“No!”

“That’d be mighty unprofessional, Rowan.”

“What are you - ”

“And what would Padme think?”

“Why - it doesn’t -” Achilles started, his face burning. “Nothing is going on! Between me and anyone!”

David’s eyes flicked between Rowan’s gaze and his fists. “Let me go, mate.”

“There’s nothing going on,” Rowan stated again, shaking his head.

David pushed the other guild leader back, Achilles’s hands leaving his collar. “Do you really want to play this game, Rowan? Over one member of your guild? If I had a gold piece for each time someone decided a guild wasn’t for them, I’d be rich. It’s not personal, mate, it’s reall-”

Rowan’s fist met David’s cheek, hard. A ring on the warrior’s finger left an open wound on the rogue’s cheek, and David nodded when he brought his hand up and confirmed he was, in fact, bleeding.

Swiftly, he brought his forearm to Achilles’s shoulders and pushed him against the wall. Their faces were close enough to where David was starting to notice just how tired Achilles looked. “Is this what you wanted? Did you come here for a fight?”

Rowan shook his head, eyes falling down shamefully. David used his free hand to lift his fellow guild leader’s chin, trying to make eye contact again. “What did you come here for, Rowan?”

Venus had asked David for his assistance with one of her classes; originally, he was a bit hesitant, but when she assured him she wouldn’t have him act as a dummy for any of her clients in the big guilds, he couldn’t find a reason to say no.

So there he sat, legs spread and robe open, staring at Venus. His hands were tied behind him with silk, binding him as well to the chair. David raised his eyebrows at Venus when she finally approached, patience wearing thin. She’d been teasing him, giving examples of methods for extending play time, for the past twenty minutes. He wasn’t usually the type to be withheld from, so his thigh bounced a bit in the chair while she stood above him, bringing his knees together before straddling him. He could feel her heat on the tip of his cock as she hovered, and he shuddered when she whispered into his ear: “you’re being so good for me, mon cheri.”

His lips moved to her neck, teeth dragging on her skin in a small plea for her to finally just lower herself onto his lap. “And then,” she said to her ‘class’, “you can give him what he wants.”

He could feel her clenching and unclenching around him, and a smug smirk formed while she cried out. “Not worried about me, love,” David said, giving her tongue a small nip. “Let’s get your first one out.”