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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
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Comply 3/3
(Anonymous) 2013-03-07 01:13 am (UTC)(link)The feeling, as always, is glorious. Charles' expression is one of concentration, mingled with a little discomfort. Haytham lets himself relax as he is slowly enveloped by wonderfully constricting heat.
He gives an appreciative hum when Charles is fully settled, half a smile and a sun-kissed hand caressing a pale hipbone as thanks. He waits until Charles' breath no longer shudders, and the man glances at him quizzically, as if to say 'what do you want me to do?'.
Oh, there are many things Haytham could command. 'Ride me' is one option he particularly likes the idea of. Sitting back, letting Charles do all the hard work… it certainly is tempting. However, that sort of thing is likely to cause a lot of noise, is best reserved for a longer, more romantic night. While Johnson and the others may be discreet and tight-lipped about that which does not concern them, they are in a busy tavern in the middle of Boston.
Haytham pulls himself into a sitting position, and cocks his head to one side as he thinks. He simply gazes at Charles, until Charles opens his mouth to speak, and Haytham lays a finger on his lips.
"Silence," he says. He twists his legs underneath Charles, grips his hips and shoulders, and flips them both over, eliciting a choked gasp from Charles at the sudden movement. Charles looks both surprised and mildly annoyed to find himself now on his back, with Haytham kneeling, holding Charles in place.
Charles raises an eyebrow, as if to ask 'what on earth are you doing?'. Haytham smirks.
"Silence," he repeats himself. Without warning, Haytham hoists one of Charles' legs up, onto his shoulder, and thrusts hard. Charles' eyes widen almost impossibly, his body tenses, and he inhales sharply.
Haytham gives him little time to recover, starting up a rapid rhythm meant to shatter them both as fast as possible. Seeing Charles' brow crease and mouth tighten and the sheen of sweat on his skin, feeling the way his body tries to arch, to clench, to do something… it's enough to make Haytham fear he won't last. It's all Haytham can do to keep his moans so quiet, he can't imagine how difficult complete silence must be for Charles.
To Charles' credit, only the faintest of whines escape his throat, and the harshest of breaths abscond his mouth. From the concentration on his face and the tightness in his muscles, he's barely holding himself together, very nearly at his limit.
He can still go just a little further.
"Touch yourself," Haytham orders, breathlessly. "Make yourself come. Now."
Charles obeys. His breaths are even harsher, more ragged than before, his back arching and hips grinding more urgently. His hand is near enough a blur, and Haytham is careful to muffle what little noise Charles cannot stop with rough kisses.
After a desperate-sounding gasp, Charles suddenly stiffens, even more so than before. His body trembles, and his mouth opens in a silent scream against Haytham's own. There is a sudden feeling of wet heat on Haytham's stomach, and he nearly comes right alongside Charles. The thoughts that he has made this happen, that Charles adores him so much, that he will follow any order given: they give Haytham a strange kind of pride, something that is very nearly a power trip.
He only needs a few more desperate thrusts to come, biting into Charles' shoulder to muffle his cry.
Charles is still limp, catching his breath when Haytham has recovered enough to pull out and start cleaning them both up. These sessions always exhaust Charles, and it's no wonder, considering that he always ends up doing all the hard work.
He wipes grease and semen from Charles' body, combs his hair out of his face, checks that he hasn't injured Charles in any way other than a couple of bite marks and a bruise or two.
"Well done," Haytham says, softly, fondly. "You were excellent. I'm proud of you."
He rearranges the sheets (which somehow escaped their obscene activities almost completely unscathed) around Charles, pushes his pillow beneath his head. Charles gives a low mumble of appreciation.
"I'm lucky to have you," Haytham says. "Thank you."
It's important to make sure Charles knows how important he is. How much this is appreciated, how much his compliance and obedience means. Before he settles in the narrow bed next to Charles, Haytham makes sure to pick up all their discarded garments and fold them neatly, the way Charles likes them to be.
Though Charles' eyes are closed Haytham knows he is not yet quite asleep. He runs a thumb along Charles' brow, then down to his jaw, finally running over his lips. He gives Charles another kiss, this one small and sweet and chaste as opposed to the wrecked, needy hunger of earlier.
Sorry I just have a thing for super-fluffy aftercare...
Re: Comply 3/3
(Anonymous) 2013-03-07 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2013-03-09 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)