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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
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Re: FILL --------15 of ? -------Enthralled
(Anonymous) 2017-04-15 01:30 am (UTC)(link)"At least you can sit for now, your limbs are bound, but just enough that you cannot lift them over your hips when you stand..." Haytham could not remove his eyes from his son's erection, his own throbbing between his thighs. The goosebumps and warmth from his aphrodisiac had not subsided, maybe even grown, at Washington's absence, and the shame was overwhelming.
Connor slowly sat, his brown eyes avoiding Haytham's gaze. He knew mentioning it would open the door for Haytham to question why he became hard to begin with. The two sat in near silence for over an hour before guards returned with food. The two servings were near identical, though Connor had an even darker tea than Haytham, as though more herbs were used. The guards unlocked Connor's cuffs and he rubbed his wrists and ankles to return the blood flow to his hands and feet. They left in a hurry, whispering about a party and news, but nothing more of note they could decipher.
Connor immediately grasped both sets of greens on their plates, tossing them out the barred window. Haytham looked with uncertainty at Connor's tea as he lifted his own to sip at it. "He is giving you my diet...That, means he has plans for you. The fights clearly get to you, but perhaps he enjoys this way of breaking men more..." Haytham sipped at his tea again, a bit unsure of his own motivation. He was concerned for Connor, but also consumed with curiosity at how ferocious his boy would be after drinking that strong tea.
"His chuckling and his...actions..." Connor said as a chill of disgust interrupted him, "I already suspected." Connor took a few begrudging bites of bread. The food was bad overall, but having that much of the slop was so much more than he had been receiving.
Regardless of how much he enjoyed getting closer to full, he felt like a whore. Connor glanced down at the forest green tea on his tray. He felt guilt crawl down his neck, knowing Haytham would have the better idea of true sexual shame. The man had no right to feel so much shame he thought, but besides his father's sleepy misbehavior, Connor was entirely virginal. His inexperience made all of this the more serious, it made his cock throb with a different kind of need and his shame hit a different nerve, yet he would not allow himself to consider his lot worse than Haytham's. He took a few small sips and then returned to chewing at the stale bread.
Connor had savored his slop stew, Haytham eventually falling asleep on the pallet under their thin blanket. Connor continued to stare into his tea, occasionally taking cautious sips, fear welling in his gut at the warmth spreading between his legs. He licked his bowl clean and washed it down with the tea. Yawning and feeling his lids weighing, Connor moved beside Haytham, laying to provide the elder warmth, or so he would have sworn.
Connor's lids pursed before opening to confused slits as he awoke from a pleasant dream. There was a nice feeling, a strange feeling. Haytham's hand was moving slowly up and down his naked shaft. His soft breathing let Connor know he was still asleep, and had somehow pulled Connor's length free while they both dreamt.
His breathing hitched, it was so much better than the other times Haytham had tried to touch him while in a horny haze. He had not actually touched Connor's flesh in his sleep before, and his son was already so needy from the aphrodisiac and what he had witnessed Haytham do earlier, that it was hard to move. Connor audibly moaned, believing he should stop it, feeling it should be easy, but the pleasure stopped him in his tracks. He could not stop thinking about how good it felt before when Haytham touched him in the past, how he denied the extreme pleasure for his sanity, but knowing how wrong it was with Haytham made it inexplicably hotter to be getting off in his hand.
He pushed his hips forward, allowing Haytham's attentive hand to have more access. Connor moved his hips, Haytham's hand moving faster as he sighed with pleasure in his sleep. Soft hums and pleasurable noises escaped Haytham with each breath, the sound almost like music to Connor's sensitive ears.
Connor's strong right arm wrapped around Haytham, pulling him close. Haytham's breath hitched, his hand opening and releasing Connor's erection, his subconscious afraid he had done something wrong like always seems to be the case with Washington.
The younger man inhaled deeply, Haytham's scent still distinctly his, despite the filth and sweat that always seemed to coat his skin. Without any punishment to sway him, Haytham's hand returned to its soft ministrations of Connor. A quiet gasp slipped from Connor's lips when Haytham returned to touching him. He left some room between his groin and Haytham's back, for his father's hand to touch him with more freedom. However, he could not let him go. He had to hold the man close, take in his smell, listen to his breath. It was more than the aphrodisiac, there was a part of him that wanted Haytham close to him. More than that, he wanted to offer his father comfort too, and only after having the strong tea did he understand exactly what was driving him.
A rough hand gently played with Haytham's hair, lost in the sensations between his legs. Small changes in Haytham's breath spurred him forward, his fingertips dancing down Haytham's neck, and then feeling his chest and the scars that littered his abdomen. Lovingly he traced the healed scars, many he had washed and tended to with his own hands.
After caring for Haytham in the ways he had, there was even more of a possessiveness he had for the man. Connor did not expect his father to feel so good against his body. He could not use him, or at least, in the ways all those men had. He could not resist him any longer either, but should Haytham wake and want it to stop, Connor would not think twice.
There were goosebumps soon left in the wake of his fingers as he felt his father's lower back and hips. The bone jutted farther from his body than it should have, but it added to Haytham's current state of femininity. Though he would never admit to the elder man, Connor found it oddly attractive, the still firmness of his ass and thighs, the softness of much of his body which was once calloused or rough.
Even if it were wrong, there could be nothing worse one could do to Haytham now. The soft caresses and knowing touches brought him sweet dreams. There was a warm fire, Ziio raking her nails down his chest, nuzzling his neck.
"Please..." Haytham whispered to her, crystal eyes hopeful and wanting as they gazed with longing at his lover who sat on a bearskin rug beside his half naked frame.
"Please...?" She asked with mock confusion, her nails tracing lower and lower on his abdomen with each sweep, but still avoiding the growing mass between his legs, just barely dipping under his britches with her most recent caresses. Haytham moaned, his hips bucking at the touch, a soft, almost yelp of protest as she avoided his most sensitive area. She smirked as she carefully undid his belt, taking ages on the button.
"Please..." he whispered again, more of a whine to his voice, his brows furrowing upward, the teasing feeling good, but his need more powerful than he could remember. In his haze he closed his eyes, the warmth of the fire comforting him as he felt himself freed from his painfully constricting pants. Soft chuckles died in her chest as her fingertips barely touched the shaft, tickling upward with their tracing.
"Oh yes!" He moaned, her soft chuckles quieting as his cock twitched and bobbed with need.
Re: FILL --------16 of ? -------Enthralled
(Anonymous) 2017-04-15 01:31 am (UTC)(link)Looking down, he saw a tanned, strong hand teasing him, his pants at his knees. Part of him wanted to ask what was going on, scream maybe, wasn't Ziio just here? However, he felt so warm, so nice, it had to be right?
That deep chuckle vibrated against his ear again and he melted into the frame holding him, "Connor..." he moaned softly, leaning his head back and exposing his neck. Sweet, almost healing kisses were placed on his neck, moving down to his shoulder, and back up again. Haytham opened his mouth with pleasure, sinking further into the strong, native man who held him as though no one would hold him again.
Searching fingers moved like feathers across his inner thighs, the crease that met his groin, and all around his sack. Light, teasing fingers traced up the front of his shaft again, finally making their way to his reddening tip.
"Oh..." he heard Connor moan into his ear as the man felt how wet Haytham had gotten from his exploration of his body. Wet fingertips danced down his shaft, spreading the wetness before grasping him with uncertainty.
"Yes..." Haytham gasped, wanton need in his hushed tones. His hips began to move without him knowing it, soon meeting the pumping rhythm. Soon he vividly felt a hardness against his back, something he was eventually bouncing off of as he sought the sweet touches.
As he began to focus more on the hardness pressing against him, how large it was, how good it felt to bounce, he began to remember why he had a sudden like for things like that, he became shaken from his dream, and tired eyes opened to the haze that was their current reality. His body ached, the floor was hard and cold despite the blanket beneath him. There was an arm wrapped around him, and the warm, strong frame that held him close was still just as warm and inviting.
The pleasure he dreamt of was still happening to his surprise, his mouth agape as Connor's fingers rolled against Haytham's tip. No one had touched him like this in so long, for more than a few seconds of sweetness, he ached for this. He cursed himself for not caring that it was Connor, and the more he thought about the touches, the more it turned him on that it was in fact his son causing him such delight.
"Ah!" Haytham blurted when Connor began to rub him up and down again, pumping him with slow strokes. His son still believed him asleep as he continued to just barely hump against Haytham's curved ass.
"That's right..." Connor rasped deeply into Haytham's ear, sudden, sharp shivers shaking him to his core. He could hear the need in his son's voice, and the rumble was something he would have equated to a mountain lion in depth.
Haytham was no longer stroking Connor. That had stopped quite a while earlier, well before he woke. That did not concern the boy. It was Haytham's pleasure he was concerned with, though he could not prevent himself from unconscious, wanton humping.
Feeling a man pressing against his ass would normally make him ill, but Haytham only wanted more, and not in a purely physical way. He cursed himself again before curving his spine, pressing his ass back into the soft movements his son was making.
"O-oh..." Connor moaned, his hand jacking Haytham faster, his moistened palm like silk to Haytham every time he touched the sensitive head.
Haytham was lost in the sensation, surprisingly with no tinges of shame or disgust ruining his only escape. He soon could not contain his moans and gasps, his head moving left and right with need, it becoming clearer and clearer to Connor that Haytham was conscious.
"It's okay Haytham..." Connor whispered, his husky voice echoing in Haytham's mind as he drifted more into the touches, "Shhh... It's okay...." As he pumped, he made sure to put more focus on the tip with his thumb, rubbing small circles every time he neared it, "I'll make it feel good...you deserve to feel good..." Haytham mewed with need, his gasps almost like a woman's as he humped with abandon into his son's hand. Without realizing it, he nuzzled his head against Connor, the rest of his body cuddling as the pleasure washed over him, for the first time without serious pain or punishment attached in longer than he could remember.
Battered hands reached for something, anything to grip. Connor offered the hand of the arm he was laying on to Haytham's left, then letting Haytham cock go for the shortest of moments as he guided Haytham's right hand to his hair. Haytham almost cried at the loss of sensation, Connor nuzzling the back of his neck as he returned to touching, trying to reassure Haytham as the man's fingers became lost in ebony locks.
He gripped Connor's hand, then releasing in shame, but Connor gripped him back harder, his tongue then tracing the shell of Haytham's ear, "Squeeze me, it's okay Haytham....You're safe for now," Haytham then squeezed Connor's hand with all the need and emotion he had been holding onto.
"Yes...shh..." Connor said in as much of a comforting tone as he could, trying to hide his unconcealable lust.
Haytham moaned, still quiet enough they would not be heard, but loud enough to send chills straight to Connor's cock. The man continued to push against Connor's arousal, moaning at their contact despite the thin cloth that still covered Connor at least.
"Shit..." Connor exclaimed under his breath, shaken by how aroused his was, his tip moving between Haytham's globes with his each of their met thrusts. His hand moved fast on the hard flesh that had Haytham in such a trance, Connor feeling his father twitching and growing harder as he humped with need.
"I...I..." Haytham muttered with sheepish, almost confused tones, "I..." His fingers knotted themselves in Connor's hair, fingers shaking as his nails dug into Connor's hand.
"Yes...you can cum Haytham...Cum Haytham..." Connor moaned into Haytham's ear. The sharpness of his 'C' on each word made them sharper to Haytham's ears, made it feel like a command, one he finally wanted to obey if he was fully honest with himself.
"Ooohh..." Haytham gasped, his mouth freezing open as he tried to stay the sound. Connor pumped Haytham up and down, maintaining his speed and increasing his grip, the tip of his thumb tickling the underside of Haytham's head with each thrust.
Haytham's body began to contort against Connor's, twitching and shaking like he had never seen. Then, he finally began to release; stream after stream of hot need escaping Haytham as his muscles contracted with orgasm. Connor's pumping slowed, making sure his father was complete before he let go. He immediately began wiping the cum from Haytham's softening member, as well as from his belly.
More than anything, he wanted Haytham comfortable. Haytham slumped against Connor, panting and shivering like a virgin in his grasp. His mind became less hazy, and he began trying to formulate a way to put this entirely on Connor, to explain that he was still dreaming...but Connor's strong grasp never wavered, and Haytham could not help but cuddle into his warmth. The waves of pleasure still pulsated over Haytham's body, something he rarely got to enjoy when he was made to orgasm by Washington or the guards.
When Connor sat up, loosening his grip on Haytham, the man tensed, ready for an awkward conversation, ready for the venom he so readily spat at others to come from his son's lips. Instead, Connor reached for a bowl of water, bringing it carefully to Haytham, continuing to hold it steady as Haytham sat up weakly to sip with thirst he barely registered he was suffering from.
Being treated with such kindness was all around foreign, no one ever tending to him except his own father. He could feel that Connor was still erect, likely painfully so, against him, but the boy moved not a centimeter. He showed respect Haytham had not even believed could have been instilled in him, and for the boy to not be inspired by the men who continued to brutalize him... Haytham began to cry.
The tears were mostly silent, but his body shook so noticeably that Connor immediately held him tightly, letting his legs spoon under Haytham's, "I will get you out of here. It will be over soon Haytham..." Connor whispered sweetly, sweeping hair from Haytham's face, using the back of his hand to dry his father's cheek. He gripped the hand that consoled him, holding Connor against his cheek as tears continued to pour from his eyes. It was Connor's fault, being so kind, touching him with consideration if he had to touch him, and even before now, restoring his sanity, Haytham was admittedly overwhelmed.
This is the man who killed him, yet Haytham forced his hand, this is the man who has seen him at his worst, and still hopes for and remembers his best. All Haytham wanted was to disappear into his embrace, and after another twenty minutes he did just that, drifting back into a sweet slumber as Connor caressed him into a stupor.
Re: FILL --------16 of ? -------Enthralled
(Anonymous) 2025-05-28 05:48 am (UTC)(link)