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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
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ConHayth Desperation/Wetting/Masturbation/Frottage
(Anonymous) 2013-03-20 05:44 am (UTC)(link)Sighing quietly, Connor squirmed in his father's lap. They had gone hunting together earlier in the day, and now the boy was exhausted. His arms were linked around Haytham's neck, and the Templar's hands rested gently on the small of Connor's back. Smiling gently at his son, Haytham pressed a gentle kiss to the boy's lips.
Their curent relationship was somewhat complicated, nearing indescribable, and both knew it must be kept secret. However, for now they were alone, and both were content to show as much physical affection as they wished. Kissing the small boy once again, the Grand Master ran his hands along Connor's sides, his fingers lightly tickling as they moved.
When he felt the feather light, tickling touch of his father's hands, Connor squirmed again. Although Haytham had not yet realized, the boy had not had the chance to relieve himself since early morning, and the sun was now set, their evening meal eaten. The boy's bladder was full to bursting, and it took all the self control he had to keep himself from clutching at his crotch. He could not imagine embarrassing himself in front of his father/lover by excusing himself to the toilet, nor could he conceive of the outcome if he did not. Wriggling and conflicted, the teen remained latched to Haytham, his hips pressing against his father's in an effort to give himself some modicum of restrictive pressure.
Unfortunately for Connor, Haytham had mistaken the boy's desperation for lust, and began to roll his hips against his son's, his hands sliding around to slip under the boy's shirt, running his hands over his firm abdomen. Unintentionally, the Grand Master put slight pressure on Connor's bladder, causing the teen to gasp and arch his back, a jolt of desperation shooting down his cock.
By now, a few drops of urine had leaked from the boy's prick, dampening the fabric of his breeches. There was no visible stain yet, but he knew it was only a matter of time. Despite his impending embarrassment, he still could not bring himself to tell his father of his predicament.
Still unaware of the boy's situation, Haytham ran his hands over the front of Connor's torso again, and that second gentle press to his bladder was all it took for a long spurt of urine to escape the head of Connor's cock. A stain was visible now, and tears pricked at the Native boy's eyes. He couldn't hold it any longer, and even as Haytham noticed the first stain, his eyes widening slightly, longer jets of piss began to spurt from the teen's budding erection.
Fat tears began to roll down Connor's cheeks as he pulled away from his father, shoulders heaving with quiet sobs. Haytham was still wide-eyed in surprised, but his face had softened, showing concern for his son. Although at first he had been annoyed that his own clothes were being soaked, now all he wanted to do was comfort the boy.
Wiping the tears from his eyes, Connor looked up at his father fearfully, his bladder continuing to empty itself. By now, he had given up trying to stop the flood, and was letting the euphoric feeling of relief wash over him. His slight erection had not waned during the ordeal, and if anything, he had gotten harder. This realization only served to upset the teen further, and he bit his lip, bracing himself for his father's anger.
However, to Connor's surprise, he was met instead with gentle hands stroking his hair and a chaste kiss pressed to his forehead.
"Aren't you angry, Raké:ni?" His lip quivered, his hands slipping into his lap to cover himself. Haytham shook his head, sighing. "No, Connor, I'm not angry. It's alright." He tucked the boy's black hair behind his ear, giving him a gentle smile.
"But father, I... I made a mess, and I got your clothing wet." He frowned, hesitating for a long moment before moving his hands, revealing his half-hard cock. "And I-..." His face coloured in embarrassment, hands going back to cover himself as he immediately regretted admitting his arousal.
"I know, son, I saw. It's alright, Connor. This sort of thing happens to everyone." When he saw the boy's erection, he was surprised, but far from disgusted. His own lust for similar activities had long plagued him, though he had only indulged on two occasions, preferring to keep his deviance a well-guarded secret.
"It's okay to be aroused by it, darling." He gave another gently smile. "I'll tell you a secret, sweetheart. I'm aroused by it too. You can't help it any more than I can."
"You are?" Connor sounded shocked, but at the same time, he was beyond relieved.
"Yes, love." With that murmured admission, the Templar Grand Master let go of his own bladder, thin streams slowly working their way down his thighs, trickling into the seat of his chair and from there to the group, mixing with Connor's piss in a large puddle. As he peed, his cock hardened, and his urine began to come in spurts, each one feeling almost like a tiny orgasm.
The fabric of Connor's pants, his own piss now cold and chafing, was soaked yet again, the warmth seeping in around his crotch, prompting a low moan from the boy. Connor's cheeks were flushed bright red, and he began to slowly rock in his father's lap, even as piss continued to run down the insides of the older man's legs.
Haytham grabbed his son's his tightly, pulling them down against his own. As his stream trickled to an end, he began to grind the Native boy's hips against his own in earnest. Both men were groaning and moaning, Connor occasionally letting out soft gasps and whimpers.
As worked up as the two were, it took only minutes before Connor was sobbing his father's name as he came in his pants, a slightly darker wet spot forming on the already soiled fabric. Haytham was not far behind, pushing his cock hard against the boy's buttocks, coming hard only a few moments after his son. As the post-orgasmic relaxation overwhelmed him, a few more streams of piss trickled from his cock, though he hardly noticed.
Haytham gently cradled his barely conscious son to his chest, stroking his hair as he tried his best to ignore the scent of urine in the air. The act of wetting himself had been undeniably arousing, but the aftermath was decidedly unpleasant. Resolving to clean as soon as Connor woke, he contented himself for the time being with just holding the boy, and soon drifted off himself.
Re: ConHayth Desperation/Wetting/Masturbation/Frottage
(Anonymous) 2013-03-20 06:22 am (UTC)(link)awww... connor is soo cute even though he just pissed literally ^__^
Not OP
(Anonymous) 2013-03-20 08:35 am (UTC)(link)Re: Not OP
(Anonymous) 2013-03-20 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Not OP
(Anonymous) 2013-03-20 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)Oh boy, you just asked a dangerous question. Honestly if I wasn't already filling so many other prompts I'd attempt a minifill for this myself because I've never written something even remotely close to this kink and it sounds fun (and sexy). But maybe I can share a few ideas with you and perhaps you can find some among them that will interest you? Don't feel pressured by it though - if none of them catches your attention that's totally fine.
- Connor and Haytham are sleeping (maybe after having sex?) and Connor is on top of him and he has weird dreams, perhaps involving the sea or the Aquilla (he did meet the Aquila the first time when he was 14/15, so maybe he's still in awe with it) and the rocking and sounds of the waves wound up letting him go in his sleep and he wakes up frantic and unsure of how to clean the mess before his father wakes up.
- Connor has this incredible urge to pee right after having sex/masturbating every single time. Usually he can hold himself for a while until he reaches the nearest bush/toilet/stream/whatever, but this one particular time Haytham was insatiable and wanted to go at it again. He manages to hold himself for a while, but when Haytham wants to make him come a third time, he's unable to resist and lets himself go.
- If you want to go for a true sequel, than maybe Haytham actually really loved the "accident" and he tries coaxing Connor into doing it again the next time they actually have sex with small kisses and sweet talking and assuring him it's okay (maybe Connor feels uncomfortable about it at first because he's worried he will upset Haytham this time but eventually agrees and gets off on it too).
Gosh, I feel horrible because it feels like I've taken over OP's prompt. If OP dislikes this than please ignore it.
Yes OP
(Anonymous) 2013-03-21 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Yes OP
(Anonymous) 2013-03-21 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)Also, I'm SO glad OP likes it. :D
Re: Yes OP
(Anonymous) 2013-03-21 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Yes OP
(Anonymous) 2013-03-21 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)hhggnnh
(Anonymous) 2013-09-06 03:01 am (UTC)(link)