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Fill: A Most Excellent Adventure for the Sake of Academic Advancement (Except Not Really) [ 1 / 2 ]

[(Anonymous)]

Not the anon who originally volunteered to write something, but I hope it's okay that I sort of hopped on board with a fill of my own. The idea just wouldn't leave me head, so I went for it...

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To Thomas Hickey, there was no such thing as having too much to drink or too much sex. The two went hand-in-hand and made the world so much better; it didn’t even really matter who was his partner, so long as they were willing. Oh, sure, he had a few regulars: Catherine, the red-head down the street; Isabelle, one of the whores at the Aphrodite; Luke, a fellow drunkard he’d met here at the inn; and, of course, William Johnson, resident expert on the natives and the best fuck Thomas had had since hitting this side of the Atlantic.

They were his partners in pleasure--nothing more and nothing less.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. It could be argued (very convincingly) that Johnson had a solid hold on him both in and out of the bedroom. Thomas attended to him, see, and he counted the sex as one of the benefits of the job. If the man called upon him, he was his priority; this was a point well understood between the two of them. Obeying him was never a chore though--Johnson had coin to spare and a cock that Thomas loved to take, whether it be in the mouth or up the arse.

And when he woke up bound (but, strangely enough, fully clothed), Thomas simply assumed that this was another one of Johnson’s ideas, and he tended to like where those ended up.

The last thing he recalled was getting smashed while the others discussed a plan about freeing some natives. Thomas remembered agreeing to the idea, but after that, it was a giant blur. Lee probably made some snide comments about his behavior, but that was par for the course; Thomas had a feeling that Kenway’s lackey would like him a bit better if he could have his way with him for a night--just to loosen him up, as it were.

Still, that was a thought for another time. Thomas was most curious about why he’d been tied up and left here, was most curious about whether he’d be getting fucked tonight, a thought that had him slicking his lips with his tongue. He could hear voices nearby--the next room over perhaps? One he immediately recognized as Johnson, and the other... Ah, yes, the other was Master Kenway.

“--called kinbaku. An associate of mine provided me with a most instructional text upon his return from Japan.”

“Fascinating. The elegance of these knots far outstrips anything I’ve seen in my travels... Have you put them to practice yet?”

“Actually--” Thomas could hear the scrape of chairs being moved and the sound of footsteps approaching his location. His knees fell open, and he tilted his chin up, a self-indulgent smirk spreading across his face as the two men appeared before him. “--This would be my first attempt.”

There wasn’t the slightest flicker of surprise in Kenway’s gaze at seeing him like this, but Thomas sort of expected that sort of reaction anyway; the man was as sharp as a knife and always seemed to know what was going on around him. “Master Kenway,” he drawled, leaning his head back until it knocked lightly against the wall. His gaze shifted from one individual to the other. “Johnson.”

“This was one of the simplest designs I could find in the book, but I hope to improve my skills with some additional practice,” the man continued, as if Thomas hadn’t uttered a word. Johnson gestured at him with a sweep of the hand. “Please, feel free to take a closer look if you would like.”

“You have my thanks,” Kenway said, approaching Thomas with easy strides. He grinned at the Grand Master, eyes narrowing avariciously when he knelt before him. What luck he had! Thomas had never thought he’d ever get their leader in a position like this, had never thought that Lee would stop sucking the man’s (figurative) cock long enough for him to play around. The soldier clearly adored Kenway, fawned over him in an almost disgusting manner, and yet, it’d be Thomas who got a taste of him first--or so he hoped.

“Like what you see?”

The Grand Master made a neutral sound and then ran his fingers along the rope, tracing its path across his chest, down his front, and then settled at the knot at his waist. A slight shiver ran down Thomas’ spine, what with the attention he was receiving. It was but the lightest of touches, and yet, the man’s gaze was intense; to be put under such scrutiny excited him, and he could feel his penis twitch, already stirring to attention.

“This is most impressive for your first effort.” Kenway looked over his shoulder at Johnson, who had taken a seat in an armchair on the opposite side of the room. Thomas refocused his attention on the man who had gotten him into this little mess, wondered if he’d be getting anything from him as well, or if they were just going to talk the entire night like he wasn’t even there.

“You have my thanks,” Johnson replied, a passing smile gracing his lips. “I admit that my biggest worry is that my knots will not hold.”

“Oh? Did you want to test them then?” Ah, but this time, Kenway was speaking to him--sharp eyes trained on him, lips quirking into a smirk.

“It’d be a pleasure to assist you in such an endeavor, sir,” Thomas said, dipping his head to match the overly ingratiating tone of his voice. “You and Mister Johnson being of the scholarly sort and needing more information, of course.”

“What a sport you are, Thomas,” the Grand Master replied before fisting the rope and dragging it upwards as he rose back to his feet. Thomas had no chance to do anything but oblige, and for the first time, he came to realize--on quite a personal level--the amount of coiled power that rested in the lean frame of one Haytham Kenway. On his knees, he stared up the length of his body and grinned when his leader idly flicked his hat off his head. “The problem is, you see, that I don’t find myself all that interested at the moment, and what fun is there if I am not enjoying this?” Kenway looked over his shoulder at Johnson. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Of course. I’d hate to waste your time, even if I would appreciate your input on my practice in this matter.”

Already realizing his part in this little play, Thomas tilted his head forward to nuzzle the man’s groin, making an absolutely filthy sound in the meantime. “Perhaps you’d give me--” He hummed low in his throat as he dragged the flat of his tongue against the front of Haytham’s breeches. “--The opportunity to arouse your interest, Master Kenway.”

Kenway tilted his head, as if in consideration, as he ran his thumb over Thomas’ bottom lip. Not bothering to wait for permission, he took the digit into his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking--a promise of good things to come. Mischief glinted in his eyes when he saw Kenway’s breathing hitch just a touch.

So even he could fall to such simple pleasures as this.

“For all the uncouth things he says, I’ve found that Thomas has a very talented mouth on him,” Johnson commented. Thomas would’ve loved to see the faint smile he could hear in the man’s voice, but he’d have to deal without. Besides, the visage that blocked his line-of-sight wasn’t all that bad either; Kenway was more than a little easy on the eyes. “If you’d allow him the chance to convince you to assist me, I would appreciate it.”

“I’d like to see the extent of his talents. May I?”

Thomas’ cock ached at the mere thought of the opportunity, and he moaned his approval, burying his face in Kenway’s crotch again. He was quickly rewarded with a hand carding through his hair, hips shifting in anticipation.