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

[(Anonymous)]

“What is mine is yours, Haytham,” Johnson answered smoothly, but to someone like him who knew what the man sounded like when aroused, Thomas knew he was not nearly as composed as he sounded. “Please, do as you see fit.”

And just like that, the fingers against his scalp turned cruel, forcing him away. “Oi!” he shouted in protest. “What’re you--oh.” Haytham arched a brow at him, hands efficiently working his breeches and smallclothes down past his hips. The sight of his bared cock was, apparently, a good way to make Thomas shut up--at least, for a moment.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt, sir. Ain’t gonna do anything to stop you.” His lips curled back into a lecherous smile, and Kenway smirked in turn.

“I should certainly hope not,” he replied, and from behind the imposing figure of the Grand Master, Thomas could’ve sworn he heard the gentle rustle of fabric and the softest of sighs. Kenway didn’t pay the sounds any heed, though, instead focusing on taking his mouth--something Thomas had no qualms about.

He inhaled sharply as the head pushed past his lips, nearly gagged when Kenway proceeded to fuck him deep without the slightest hesitation. Nostrils flaring, Thomas’ hands fisted themselves as he struggled to find something to brace himself with as the thick length filled him over and over again. Warm hands eventually came to rest on his head as the thrusts gentled, giving Thomas the time he needed to adjust.

Relaxing into it, he groaned around his mouthful, relished the way Kenway took without bothering to ask or warn. Thomas did his best to reciprocate, tongue dragging against the shaft, teasing the slit when Kenway almost completely withdrew; his cheeks hollowed when he sucked, and his jaw ached in the best way possible, what with the Grand Master filling his mouth and then some.

“How are you faring, Thomas?” Kenway asked, his voice lacking its usual steel-clad control. The way it wavered ever so slightly sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his desperately hard cock, and Thomas yanked his head away with some difficulty, panting as he dragged his tongue over his lips.

“Jury’s still out, sir,” he rasped. “Think I’m gonna need more of your cock to figure that one out.” Subtly had never been a strong suit of his, but if it got the Grand Master to shove his beautiful dick up his arse, Thomas would be as unsubtle as he damn well pleased. “Think I got you slicked up plenty anyway.”

“Such cheek,” was the only verbal response he got, but there was no bite in those words, only naked desire. In terms of action, though, Kenway was much bolder: he moved behind Thomas, nipping sharply at his ear before shoving him face-first into the floor. Thomas yelped but calmed almost immediately when he felt a hand slide over the curve of his arse, his coattails flipped up onto his back.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Johnson still seated in his chair, legs spread wide and a hand between his thighs.

There was the soft click that he’d come to recognize as Kenway’s hidden blade being triggered and then the sound of fabric ripping. The cool air that he suddenly felt against his arse made Thomas laugh breathlessly; he’d been a fool to think that Kenway would cut the ropes. “Didn’t think you the hasty type, Master--hngh!”

Thomas’ fingers and toes curled, and he let out a rather colorful string of profanities as Kenway sank balls deep into him. The Grand Master panted lightly, a wicked smile pulling at his lips, and smoothed his hand over Thomas’ clothed back. “I think I rather like it when you cut off there,” he said, grinding against his arse. “It has a fine ring to it.”

“Yeah? Should’ve known you’d like something like that.” He all but giggled as he spoke, high on endorphins and sex. “Keep on fucking me like you are, and I’ll call you whatever you want.”

“Offer duly accepted,” Kenway replied, answering with an especially savage thrust of the hips that had Thomas’ legs falling open, the rope biting into his breeches. Further conversation dissolved into hisses and moans, unintelligible words, and hurried pleas for more, harder, yes yes yes.

Sweat made his clothing cling to his frame, and Thomas was pretty damn sure that he was going to walking with a limp by the time this was over--and he fucking loved it, loved every second of it. His cock ached, and his balls felt fit to burst; Kenway wasn’t even trying to pleasure him now, if the quick snap of his hips and the roughened breathing behind him was anything to go by.

Even so, there was something so very arousing about being used this way--a receptacle for sex, and if this went on for much longer, Thomas was going to be spilling his seed in his pants whether his partner wanted it or not.

It was with some surprise that he found himself being hauled back up onto his knees, the rope biting into his chest as Kenway yanked on the bindings. Thomas felt hot breath curl around his ear, heard the man growl, and then clenched around his cock as he came, filling him and forcing a moan past his lips. A hand circled around his waist and grabbed at the firm line of his arousal pressed against the front of his breeches, fondling him until Thomas, too, finished with a shout.

The Grand Master kept him close, their shared body heat bordering on uncomfortable, and it was then, as he knelt on the floor, that he realized that Johnson was still watching keenly from his seat across the room. A flush had crept high across his cheeks, and his eyes were dark with lust; the hand between his legs was moving with great need now.

Thomas knew instinctively what he needed to do next.

The sense of urgency was not lost upon him, so Kenway slipped out of him and, with a quick jerk of the wrist, the ropes were severed. Thomas shook off his bindings and clambered over on all fours, his grin wicked and wanting, to where Johnson sat.

Hands settling on his thighs, Thomas was immediately welcomed with a fingers tugging him forward, and for the second time now, he took a penis in his mouth--this one much more familiar to him. Johnson’s touch was gentler (but no less commanding) than that of Kenway, and Thomas hummed and moaned around his mouthful, knowing exactly how to pleasure the man: a drag of tongue here, lips pressed here, and a slight suck there.

Johnson came undone shortly after with a quiet sigh and a mild smile. After swallowing the man’s leavings, Thomas slicked his lips and grinned, first at Johnson and then Haytham behind him. The Grand Master had managed to tuck himself away and settle himself into a chair, but he was still looking wonderfully rumpled: hat askew, loose strands of hair framing his face, and his breeches still undone.

“And how fared the knots?” Johnson asked, his fingers slowly but surely closing around Thomas’ shoulder--a touch possessive as he was after all of their trysts.

“Preliminary tests suggest that they hold their captive well, but I fear that I may need to run several more examinations to be sure of that,” he replied after some consideration. “I’m not the sort of man who wishes to do things half-heartedly. I’m sure you understand.”

“As I said before, I would welcome your assistance.”

Thomas rolled his eyes; there they go again, talking as if he wasn’t in the room. He yawned and flopped back against the floor, arse and jaw both feeling delightfully sore. “When you scholarly sorts are done running your mouths, wake me up,” he said, thoroughly interrupting their conversation about the Japanese and knot-tying. Thomas could feel both men refocus their attention on him, and he grinned; he already knew where this was going.

As sleep claimed him, Thomas could only hope that he’d be naked the next time he was tied up--he’d rather be spending his coin on beer instead of a new outfit, especially since more booze meant more sex.

And who was he to say no to that?

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

[(Anonymous)]

Damn this is hot and wonderful. I think Thomas Hickey The Enthusiastic Slut is my favorite thing to come from this meme.

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

[(Anonymous)]

OP here, and danggggggggg. This was really, really hot, and the interplay between them was fantastic. LOVED the dialogue and Haytham and Johnson playing at intellectual detachment, loved Hickey being completely into it, loved the little bits of possessiveness on Johnson's part.