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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
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Where Did You Learn That? (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2013-04-05 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)But then Connor’s other hand is pressing impatiently at his entrance and Haytham isn’t sure who the hell is moaning so loudly but it cannot be him, really, he has more control than this, except that the noise stops at the exact same time that Connor claps one hand over his father’s mouth, and Haytham just keeps rocking back onto Connor’s finger, except that it’s not just one, Connor’s worked a second one in while Haytham had been distracted and it’s been too long, Haytham is very slowly falling apart in his son’s hands. He bites the hand that’s over his mouth, making Connor yelp and pull it away.
Being quiet is important, and Haytham is fully aware of this fact, but breathing is also a vital part of really any activity.
Connor growls after the initial shock of being bit, and shoves Haytham’s face roughly against the wall. “This is not yours to control,” he hisses in his father’s ear, viciously forcing another finger inside the older man. Haytham gasps, and he twitches in an indeterminable direction. He wants- something, and it’s really been far too long since he last surrendered himself like this, and Connor is rough in all the right ways, and Haytham pushes down onto the fingers inside him and groans desperately.
Haytham isn’t going to be able to walk properly tomorrow, he can already tell. But Connor is just teasing him, long fingers stroking roughly, Haytham trying to suppress the desperate moans escaping him. It’s not working very well, but Connor isn’t going to try to stop his father again. Instead, he bites down, hard, on the side of Haytham’s neck, pulls his fingers from the older man’s body, spits into his hand, slicks himself, shoves inside roughly.
Haytham gasps at the suddenness of Connor’s cock inside him. It’s too big, too rough, and God, is it perfect. Connor is rocking his hips in tiny circles, letting Haytham try to adjust, and the older man is grateful for the gesture, because Connor is, frankly, enormous. He lets his head rest against the wall, moaning softly, half out of the pain. When he was younger, Haytham reflects, he would have handled this much better. Now, though, he is out of practice, and far too deprived.
When Connor hesitates, Haytham hisses between gritted teeth, “If you don’t fuck me hard and now, I swear I will k-” Haytham breaks off with a rough cry, Connor not even trying to silence him now as he fucks harshly into his father. One of Connors hands slides around Haytham to tug at his cock, the pace of both hips and hand brutally rough. Haytham is crying out on near every thrust, and Connor is growling into the back of his neck, and it’s too much but not enough all at once.
Haytham leans most of his weight against the wall, making his hips push back against Connor’s at an entirely new angle and- oh. Haytham chokes back a shout when the change in angle combined with a particularly rough thrust results in Connor’s cock pressing roughly against his prostate, loses all ability to restrain himself when Connor, always quick to learn, does it again and again, the hand on Haytham’s cock speeding up and Haytham comes with a yell, his seed painting the brick wall in front of him in long white stripes. It takes a few more thrusts for Connor to come, Haytham still panting against the wall, letting out occasional whimpers of overstimulation. Connor snarls when he comes. Haytham is almost dissappointed; he’d half expected the boy to howl. Haytham can feel Connor’s release dripping down the inside of his thighs.
When Connor slumps to sit on the ground, legs feeling like jelly, Haytham grunts softly as his son’s limp cock slides out of him, and lets himself be caught by gravity as well, ending up sitting in Connor’s lap. They sit like that for a few minutes, recovering the ability to breathe, each lost in his own thoughts. When they do stand and dress, they do so quickly and silently, and go their own ways into the night. Connor leaps easily onto the rooftops; Haytham, walking with a considerable limp, opts to remain on the ground on his way home.
In the morning, he will be torn between feeling like he’s won a battle, and feeling like he should puke. Connor will make the decision for him when he climbs in the window, forces Haytham’s head back against the pillows, and kisses him roughly.
Re: Where Did You Learn That? (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2013-04-24 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)This was hot as hell, it deserves more love.
Re: Where Did You Learn That? (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2013-05-16 07:51 am (UTC)(link)Re: Where Did You Learn That? (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2013-05-16 12:55 am (UTC)(link)Well done, author!anon!