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Haytham/Connor - Massage
(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)OP doesn't care who tops, it's all up to you, but if you make Connor bottom, please let him ride the sweet hell out of Haytham, as the papa doesn't mind just lying and being dominated in his current 'predicament'.
Bonus:
- Oil. An abundance of fine, slick, shiny oil.
- Connor wants the favor returned in future and Haytham is more than happy to oblige (for once) and make a promise.
Re: Haytham/Connor - Massage
(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Haytham/Connor - Massage
(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Haytham/Connor - Massage
(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Haytham/Connor - Massage
(Anonymous) 2013-10-29 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Haytham/Connor - Massage
(Anonymous) 2014-10-14 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)Had Haytham known precisely how complicated the mission would turn out to be, he might never have agreed to it in the first place. A month’s time at the height of the war was too much to have spent on just another cache of weapons. He was glad, at least, to be home.
Exhausted as he was, he barely noticed the shadow of a figure by the window.
Barely.
“Hello, Connor,” Haytham said pleasantly, not bothering to turn around as his son crossed silently toward him. The boy let out the deep breath he was holding as he relaxed his stance.
“You did not arrive when we planned, so I – ”
“ – have been watching anxiously for my arrival ever since?” Haytham cut across him, turning to face Connor at last. Connor shrugged.
“Your concern is rather touching, son,” Haytham said. The boy frowned and turned away, if only to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks.
“I was concerned for the weapons you are stockpiling, that is all,” Connor explained, but Haytham did not look convinced. The Templar merely nodded, smirking slightly, as he sat down on the edge of his bed and removed his hat.
Even tired as he was, Haytham could still wring information out of Connor, it seemed. Judging by his actions, the Assassins could not have been involved in the constant attacks he had faced over the past month – meaning that another enemy entirely was to blame for the delay in his return and his troubles along the way.
As the Grand Master turned over these facts in his head, Connor looked over his father critically. The time the two of them had just spent apart had been far longer than planned, and it was affecting Connor more than he cared to admit. But as he examined his father’s weary state, he realized that the proper welcome back he had wanted to give him would have to wait.
Or … or perhaps not.
Connor strode to the bed where Haytham was seated and pressed an insistent kiss to his lips. His hands rose to pull off his robes as he drew back and whispered, “Take it off and lie down.”
Despite his current state of exhaustion, Haytham could not deny Connor this, not when he was initiating intimate contact in this manner.
Connor continued to disrobe, his eyes never leaving Haytham’s. His father chuckled at the sight of it, but otherwise said nothing until the two of them were both completely bare.
“How would you have me?” he said sardonically.
“Lie on your stomach,” Connor all but ordered him. Still smirking, Haytham did as instructed, though he was annoyed at the prospect of being unable to observe what exactly his son was doing.
The question was answered a few moments later, however, as Connor’s hands began to rub his aching shoulders. The chortle at the concept of his son, the Assassin, giving him a massage died in his throat, giving way to a groan instead as Connor’s hands began to expertly work the tension from his body.
How and where Connor had learned all this, Haytham did not know, nor did he particularly care; he breathed deeply as the boy worked, feeling much less tired and much more drowsily relaxed.
Still, it was difficult to ignore the now-painful erection trapped between his stomach and the sheets. He fought the urge to rut against bed, but failed to rein himself in once Connor began to massage the knots in his back more fervently than before. Now, it was the boy’s turn to chuckle as he leaned over to whisper against his ear.
“Would it please you to have me ride you, Father?”
Haytham could only groan in reply. “All in good time,” Connor said, his fingers dancing along his spine as he pulled back to press a litany of kisses in their wake before leaving the bed completely.
“Where are you going?” Haytham grunted in annoyance.
“Patience,” Connor said as he returned with a bottle of oil in hand. “Turn over.”
Haytham did so at once, watching with thinly veiled interest as he watched Connor coat his fingers generously with the oil and sink them one by one inside of himself in preparation.
The sight of Connor panting breathlessly as his knuckles bottomed out as he twisted fingers inside his arse was too lovely to bear in silence, and before long Haytham was matching his son’s ragged moans of suppressed desire, his cock straining painfully.
“Connor…” Haytham muttered, panting as the boy settled between his parted thighs. A moment later, a slicked hand wrapped itself around his cock and began to pump him idly. Haytham bit his lip to stifle what almost came out as a whimper, just as Connor guided his cock to his hole and sank down slowly onto it.
Haytham growled in a low, strangled voice as Connor’s bare arse settled on his thighs as the boy took his father’s entire length within him. He sat for a time, adjusting to the intrusion, then rolled his hips languidly. Haytham let Connor do as he pleased, content to give himself over to the young Assassin in his current tired state. Connor, by contrast, was riding Haytham with zeal, his strokes determined.
Smiling, Haytham reached up and traced his fingers along his son’s jawline; Connor moaned and rode him faster, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly agape. The boy’s own hand snaked downward to curl around his own penis at last, and as he stroked, he began to fuck himself on his father’s cock in earnest.
The increase in pace soon became all too much for Haytham to handle; he could feel his climax building steadily, and then he broke and spilled inside his son with a hoarse cry. Connor rode his father through it all, and only when Haytham had collapsed against the bed did the Assassin start to thrust into his fist feverishly until he too came; his body arched and Connor let out a sharp gasp of satisfied pleasure.
Once Connor finished cleaning away the evidence of their activities, Haytham sighed deeply and allowed himself to finally give himself over to sleep. Not, however, before pressing a kiss to his son’s lips and salacious promises to the side of his neck as the boy slid into bed beside him.
The last thing Haytham thought of before drifting into a peaceful slumber was that perhaps the mission had not been a complete waste after all.