Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4

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Fill: Make Me Beg

[(Anonymous)]

Pressed between the wall and the man in front of him, there was really no way Clay could possibly say no to the slow grinding that had been making him feel more and more lightheaded. That voice, that insufferably calm voice, cracked as he whispered something filthy in his ear that Clay didn't quite catch. He felt like maybe he should say something, tell him to keep going, don't stop, hurry it up before he loses his mind, but he couldn't get his mouth to work that well, so he could really only grip the other man's shoulders and shift his hips and gasp and hope that managed to display wantneedplease. Some mindless praise was murmured against his neck before a series of wet kisses traced up a line leading to his jaw. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't couldn't couldn't- "Fuck, Bill..."

Fingers gripped his short hair, sharply tugging his head away and baring his neck so William had better access to rake his teeth along the pulse point there. Clay made a sound that could really only be described as a whine, his hips rocking, rutting against his mentor's leg and fuck he was panting wasn't he? "Ask nicely," it was a breathy order, whispered directly into his ear, with enough authority behind it to make Clay's cock twitch.

"I... Please?" He could barely see the way William's eyebrow raised because of the angle his head was being held at, but he could definitely tell that wasn't good enough from the way the friction slowed. "Please, fuck, I... I'm really bad at begging, sorry. I just..." Bill released the grip on his hair, looked at him patiently, almost paternally. Why the hell that made Clay's mouth get dry he didn't know, didn't really want to think too hard about, but he was sure Freud was feeling really smug in his grave at the moment. What he does know, however, is that he'd do anything for this man. Including this. Begging was hardly the weirdest kink Clay had been willing to fulfill for someone. "I want you to fuck me." He sounded quiet, maybe a little insecure. William started slowly grinding against him again, encouragement, a wordless 'keep going'.

Okay, keep going. He could keep going. "I want..." He swallowed around a soft groan as his pants were unbuttoned. "I want you inside me, I want to feel you fucking me hard and-" The older man's hand wrapped around his cock and Clay arched so quickly and so hard he banged his head against the wall behind him. "Fuck I want it, I want you, all of you, I need..." He moaned, thrusting hard into that hand trying to make it go faster, stop teasing so goddamn much. His own fingers were trying to find purchase on the wall, trying to hold himself up, even though he knew, he knew, heart and soul and mind, that Bill wouldn't let him fall. "Jesus Christ, Bill, I... William, sir." The man in question sucked in the slightest little gasp, impossible to detect at all if Clay hadn't become so entuned to watch for any little reaction William gave him. With that little crack in that eternally calm facade, Clay completely snapped, too turned on, too invested in making William gasp like that again, to be embarrassed anymore, and he kept running his mouth. "I want you to pin me up against this wall and fuck me until I can't walk. I want you to make me beg for more, harder, faster, deeper.like the little slut I am until I can't talk anymore."

Finally, William's hand started moving faster, the friction just shy of painful as those calloused fingers squeezed and pumped his dick. "Yeah, just like that, fuck, just like that. I want you to spread my legs and make me fucking scream and forget who the hell I am and what year it is, I just- fucking- Please, please, please, oh fuck, don't stop."

William was panting against Clay's neck, stoking as fast as he could manage, feeling the way his newest recruit tensed and writhed in his grip. Clay's legs quaked as he kept babbling, a mindless string of please and fuck and noises that would make even the most religious men turn to sin, and he knew this wasn't going to last much longer. William would just have to fulfill those pleas some other time, he supposed. Gasping hard, Clay's thighs tensed like bowstrings, and he leaned in close to growl in the younger man's ear as he came. "Good boy."