#c:idris

Idris's eyes rolled back as his head was guided back to that broad shoulder, body arching with need and being filled to the brim by the incubus’s cock while lips kissed his neck, his ear in a matter that was somehow both tender and claiming all in the same moment. The half-elf’s body was exhausted from the previous pleasure it had been ruined through, gasping at the touch to his cock and the way it felt to be fucked so slow yet deeply at the same time. Again and again the incubus always found Idris and always seemed to want more from him. But what was the true shock were those words uttered by Mason as their eyes met, lips so close together as a word was used by the incubus that he’d never uttered directly about Idris before.

 “You...you what?”

“Now this is adorable, caught myself a little spider...” Idris cooed out, his eyes flashing with magic for a moment as the tendrils of magic slowly wrapped around the wrists of the superhero a little more as his hand toyed with that flushed cock that he’d been teasing and toying with him as he leaned in, breath against the other’s covered ear with the mask rolled up to just above his lips. His other hand not touching and stroking the hero’s cock was toying with the other’s body, sliding his hand up and down his body. “Might have to keep you, you’re a far better steal then any simple jewels...”

“Well, well. Look at this - Tech Boy having a night in is he?” Idris voice came from behind Charles, having snuck into the house through one of the windows - his usual way in, never wanted people seeing him use the front door just in case. A coy smirk on his lips as he stood behind Charles on the couch, leaning in to speak against his ear. One hand reaching to squeeze his shoulder as he did so.

“And here I thought you were supposed to be some kind of big time playboy, the way you brag. Couldn’t find someone tonight was it? And yet so desperate for some attention you’re trying to get off on some forgettable movie’s love scene?” He chuckled, amusement clearly in his voice. He’d come over to mostly see something about a job...but this? Oh no, toying with Charles was far more fun.

A coy grin filled the Omega werewolf’s lips as he leaned in a little closer, having finally got the human alone for a little bit and away from his pack for a little bit who seemed to not trust him; not that he could blame them since he was new to town and Beacon Hills seemed to be a magnet for trouble. But it was all worth it for this moment because honestly Idris hadn’t been able to take his eyes of the snarky human since he’d gotten to town and was more than happy to finally get a chance to make his move. Though it was honestly insane to him that this guy was somehow single, but hey - nothing good news for Idris.

“What am I doing? It looks like I’m making my move on you” He smirked against his neck, feeling those long fingers gripping his head which was quite the sensation indeed and leaned in to offer another few kisses to the long expanse of skin. “Glad you approve because I’ve been thinking about it ever since I first saw you" He murmured, one hand on Stiles’s hip and the other pressed into the wall by the human’s head.

To think he’d been a mark for Idris, someone to steal powerful artifacts and legendary books and get handsomely rewarded. He never thought he’d get caught, wrapped up in magical chains and powerless to do anything about it. That was a few hours ago, now here he was with magical chains wrapped around his wrists and stripped of all his clothes. The elven creature’s pretty lips wrapped around that impressive cock of the mage, made to look up at him with those pretty brown eyes and flushed cheeks. He was powerless, somewhat humiliated and depraved and aroused all in the same moment. Those feather touches, encouragement seemed in direct contrast to his restraints. That low, crooning voice tempting and teasing him endlessly as he obeyed. Sliding his mouth further down that big cock, gagging a little and spluttering as his nose brushed the powerful mage’s pelvis.

“Well, this is different” Idris remarked, brow raised and keeping his composure as immaculate as possible despite with an arched brow and leaning against one of the door-frames of his rather lovely looking, modern apartment. Wearing just a silk, flowing white robe and no shirt on and a pair of matching white, linen trousers that were tight around his waist both flowed freely down his long legs. His brown eyes taking in the sight not only of Thomas, the man he was expecting to see this evening, but another star among his list of wonderful sugar daddies - Christopher standing next to him. “I’d say this was some kind of coincidence or one of you forgetting which day it is but I assume it’s something more than that. Care to catch me up, hm?”

Idris was quite the popular contact for many adventurers. He had deep connections to thieves guilds, criminal activity, rumors and political power and so much more. Whether you wanted rare items, information, contacts, assistance on a quest or more he could provide it. Located in the back room of a brothel known as the Forbidden Rose that he partly owned he leaned back in a rather lush red velvet chair, the room filled with expensive furniture and various items and important pieces hidden away. This was one of Idris’s many little hideouts and the perfect place for him to meet adventurers who needed his services and it just so happened he had one he was expecting to meet as he heard a knock on the door and waited for the password.

“Come in” The elf smirked when he heard it.

It had supposed to have been an easy job, someone wanted something stolen from this house and supposedly the owners wouldn't be in. Child's play. Only it turned out the owners of the property were in and one of them was as tall as a house and managed to grab Idris and secure him with rope and cuffs and tie him up like it was second nature to him. Idris had no idea if the intel had been wrong or he'd been set up, but he'd assumed the police would have been called. Instead, when morning came Idris woke up to a strange sensation indeed, shifting and squirming and eyes opening only to find that large man who had captured him, looming over him and one rather wet, slick large finger pressing between Idris's cheeks and slowly finger fucking him. Any words he might of had of protest or confusion were lost in a loud moan of surprise, squirming and struggling yet arching into the touch.