TRUSTFELL | ISAAC CMO POST

[glaciates]

art by NTM

CALL ME OUT POST
ISAAC MCDOUGAL
TRUSTFELLED: TRUST FALL WITH A VENGEANCE EDITION

Regardless of the AU Isaac is absolutely involved with water in some way. He's probably a scientist, because being a huge nerd is part of his soul. Being socially awkward is also part of his soul!

Pokémon AU: Trainer info here! Wow, I bet you didn't guess he'd be training so many Water and Ice-types!!! He also loves battling, but he battles Pokémon Special style - he will absolutely ride his Pokémon into battle!!

Apartment AU: A scientist who is either so devoted to his research he doesn't come home for days or he's taking fights as a resident of fight floor. Either way he's a disaster. While he does love puns, he absolutely can't stand Frozen references made at his expense. NO HE WILL NOT "LET IT GO" DON'T EVEN GET STARTED WITH THAT.

Weird Family AU: Father of Angel and stepfather of Inigo. He's a scientist here too, but he tries to prioritize his family over research. He's horribly socially awkward and prefers not to think too much about his kids growing up. How did he end up married to Ferid?? We just don't know.

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[seventhprogenitor]

[Ferid peeks open an eye, grinning lightly, and lays his hand on Isaac's to make it move himself. Innocently for now.]

You should let your prince arrange things for you. I have a way with words, after all.

[glaciates]

[He'll absently follow where Ferid's hand leads for now, he's still mildly alarmed.]

Well... Well yeah, I know you do, but...! You really don't need to... I'm fine, really!

[seventhprogenitor]

What sort of ruler would I be if I didn't tend to my subjects' needs, Isaac?

[The empathies could not be more obvious.]

After all, [and now he pushes Isaac's hand down, sitting up a little to do so, until it rests on his upper thigh, shivering in delight,] you-- you take good care of me. I'd like to return the favor.

[glaciates]

[Isaac hesitates once his hand is on Ferid's thigh. This is a lot to take in, wow.]

I... R-Really, I'm fine. I... I can handle that just fine. I mean. If I need to— want to! If I want to.

[He's trying really hard not to stare, but it's not working too well. He eventually forces himself to meet Ferid's eyes because somehow that's less embarrassing.]

[seventhprogenitor]

[It really isn't going to be less embarrassing for long, Ferid's gaze narrowed and smirking lightly despite his pink cheeks.]

You're fumbling, Isaac.

[Someone is too happy. And laying back down fully, leaving Isaac's hand where it is and resting his own on his stomach.]

But alright, I'll leave you alone~. Just know that I'm here for you. If there's anything you need -- anything you want -- I'll do what I can to fulfill it.

[glaciates]

[Isaac glances away at that, though he can't really find any place to focus while he weighs his options. There are a lot of things he could say here, but exactly how bold is he feeling tonight? He's not sure if there's a threshold he'll cross that will land him in trouble, so he wants to be careful, but...]

...I want to help you in any way I can. I want to do as much as I can for you.

[The statements are sort of blunted in a way they usually aren't and they're not exactly what he wants to say, which is frustrating. He's not sure how to put it into words though and for a moment he hesitates.]

I am at your command.

[That's not quite it either and Isaac ducks his head a bit while he tries not to look too frustrated. He tightens his grip a bit on Ferid's thigh - it's enough to be felt, but probably not enough to bruise - like this will do a better job of explaining what his words can't.]

[seventhprogenitor]

[And with a sharp inhale, it seems some message got across.

Ferid releases it after a moment, tilting his head back briefly to look at the door and then back to Isaac. Now would be the time to stop. It would be appropriate to send him off with a thanks for company and continued support. It wouldn't be weird one bit, and yet all Ferid wants to do is exactly what he ends up doing:]

Kiss me.

[It's definitely an order, short and frustrated in a way the prince shows not in his face but the fistful of his shirt, hesitant at first and then jerked up to reveal skin.]

Here. Kiss me here. Or-- touch me, just do something. I'm irritated because of you.

["Irritated" isn't the word, nor does he sound it one bit, but Ferid keeps his eyes steady on Isaac anyway, lips pursed but otherwise unreadable.]

[glaciates]

["Irritated" doesn't seem to be the right word, but Isaac has always been quick to follow orders. That's easy; it's something simple he can fall back into and when his free hand joins Ferid's to pull the shirt up and away he's grinning. The first kiss is light, teasing, but he's quick to nip at Ferid's skin - maybe they'll leave light marks, maybe they won't, but he's definitely enjoying himself.

He's shifted his other hand to trail light touches against Ferid's thigh, drawing circles and designs he isn't really aware of but somehow knows. This is all kinds of wrong and inappropriate and he's absolutely not going to stop until Ferid tells him to.]

[seventhprogenitor]

[Ferid flinches at the nips, but the noise he makes is nothing short of a muffled groan, hand tightening its hold on his shirt with no sign of loosening. The light touches are going to drive him insane again, yet there's nothing he wants to do to stop it at all this time; each design is reward with a new reaction, from a jerk to bitten lips: a refusal to let a single sound come out fully.

A prince still had his pride, after all.

Even if he's clearly enjoying it too, skin reddening and a dark look in his eyes. He'll-- he'll stop it at some point, he knows he will, but there's still time before then, before that bridge needs to be crossed.]

[glaciates]

[Ooh, that does sound nice, but he can probably get more sounds out of Ferid, right? Time to try!!

Isaac lets go of Ferid's shirt to continue exploring the prince's chest with his hand while he moves up to leave small bites and kisses on Ferid's neck - he makes sure to stay low just in case he does leave a mark. The last thing either of them need is for Ferid to try to explain that. While he's busy up there his other hand continues to trace those intricate designs into Ferid's thigh, though they're occasionally punctuated by a few harsher marks he makes with his nails before he lightens up again.]

[seventhprogenitor]

[You will get sounds out of his cold and dead body--

or right now, actually, a startled gasp at the sudden attentions on his neck, hand releasing fabric to push half-heartedly at Isaac's shoulder. With the hand below his waist still at work, it takes all of Ferid's concentration to actually get words to come out.]

That's not-- Isaac, you cheater, that's not fair!

[But they're breathy and half-whined words, trying to look mad and utterly failing at anything but an embarrassed scowl. Listen, you can't look commanding if your entire face is red, it's impossible to be imposing with an expression like this.]

[glaciates]

["You're cute" nearly leaves his mouth, but thankfully he's able to stop that before it happens. Yikes. There are some things you can't say to the prince and get away with it. Instead he laughs, the sound low and pleased.]

I wasn't ordered to play fair, you know.

[He will pause though, just to see if Ferid will give in and let him continue to kiss his neck or not. He's definitely not stopping what he's doing against Ferid's thigh though, because that's fun.]

[seventhprogenitor]

[The thigh is part of the problem, and for a moment Ferid just glares at Isaac before huffing and releasing his hold, sliding his hand to the back of his Isaac's neck and pinching it for his impudent words.

Then he tilts his head to the side. Permission.]

Just-- pick one or the other, Isaac. You can't do both of them at the same time.

[The one breathless condition he has, because otherwise this is going to end a lot quicker than Ferid wants it to.]

[glaciates]

[Isaac makes a soft noise at the pinch and leans into it for a moment before pulling away.]

Of course, your highness.

[There's a playfulness to the title though and he moves his hand away from Ferid's thigh to support himself as he leans over to leave light kisses against Ferid's neck again.]

[seventhprogenitor]

[Ferid's about to reply when his neck's kissed, words stopping up as he snaps his mouth shut; a shudder runs through him and he muffles the sound behind pressed lips, trying not to shirk away. It's a definite weak spot.

The hand that'd been pinching Isaac's neck before now slides between them and back up Isaac's shirt, the other (shoulder's ache forgotten) joining momentarily to drag nails across the skin hard. Enough to leave marks.]

[glaciates]

[Warn a guy before you claw him, goddamn— But given the low sound Isaac makes at that it's very appreciated. His breathing isn't quite as even once Ferid's done and it takes him a moment longer to nip hard at Ferid's neck. He presses into the touch to encourage it after taking a moment to recover.]

[seventhprogenitor]

[This is revenge and it's a lot sweeter of a revenge than Ferid honestly expected, laughing in surprise and his breath hitches at the harder nip, digging his nails in again. If that's what Isaac liked, then fine -- he had no problems with doing some non-lethal damage anywhere his hands could reach, wanting to see how far this went before they reached more pressing issues. His guard could take it.]

[glaciates]

[His guard certainly can take it, though it takes him a little longer to catch his breath this time and the nip against Ferid's neck is a little harder when he does. He isn't going to disobey Ferid's order, but he does bring his hand up to touch Ferid's sides in encouragement.]

[seventhprogenitor]

[He hopes it leaves a mark. He really, really hopes it does, because it'd feel like a small victory, especially since the touches on his sides is a total loss when it elicits a soft moan in conjuncture to the nips at his throat.

It's such a loss, but Ferid feels alive in a way he likes, energy buzzing beneath his skin and how it clouds his mind a little, one hand leaving its work to flex at his own thigh in electric anticipation. Would Isaac get him off, if he asked? He would if he commanded. Isaac was good at following orders. He'd like to do it, too, probably, and Ferid has to bite his lip to reel himself back.]

Isaac, [a pause to ensure control, as unsteady as his voice is, as clearly affected as he is,] Isaac, we should--

[stop is a word that should come next, but he doesn't want to say it and doesn't really want to stop. Let what happens happens.]

[glaciates]

[He jerks up immediately when he hears his name, looking at Ferid wide-eyed and waiting for the command to stop.

He's relieved when it doesn't come, but he can't exactly continue in good conscious either.]

Do... Do you want to stop?

[He keeps his eyes trained on Ferid's face because he knows he'll die of embarrassment if he looks anywhere else.]

[seventhprogenitor]

I don't want to stop.

[Ferid glances away, peeved and embarrassed at the strain in his voice. Tapping a rhythm on his leg. Clears his throat and tries again, to be dignified and composed, and barely manages it.]

But I'm three seconds from asking you to move your mouth southward, so we-- we probably should.

[Because the thought of Isaac giving him a blowjob is like, really tempting and damn if he isn't going to be using that tonight.]

[glaciates]

[Well that does get him to look away. That wall is super interesting over there, yep. He's bright red but it's mostly because he would absolutely enjoy that. That's... going a little too far. Definitely.

It takes him a moment to nod and once he does he pulls back (and he hates it) so he's sitting on the chair again and not close to Ferid (like he wants to be). His hands are clenched hard on his knees and he still can't bring himself to look back at the prince.]

Of course. I... I can take my leave for the night, if you'd like.

[seventhprogenitor]

Don't ask me what I'd like, Isaac.

[Because he'd like for Isaac to be close to him again, preferably between his legs or above him with a hand there instead, still kissing him the way he had been. Idly, Ferid's hand roams his neck and he sits up, feeling something uncomfortable in his injured shoulder he can ignore easily enough.

After another moment to catch his breath, he smirks.]

I didn't know you were into people scratching you, though. I'll remember it for next time.

[Next time.]

[glaciates]

[Next time.]

I... Y-Yeah, that's... not something I really like people knowing.

[He's not sure what to do with that and it shows, but he speaks up again after a moment.]

...I uh... I don't mind you knowing.

[Which isn't exactly what he wanted to say, but it's kind of close.]

[seventhprogenitor]

[It's close enough to something understandable that Ferid laughs at it, scooting to the edge of the bed so he can kiss Isaac briefly on the corner of the mouth, leaning away with a new sort of grin afterward. Playful and bright, something he can blame later on heightened elation from their... thing.]

I'll keep your secret safe as long as you keep mine. Do we have a deal?