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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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Fill: A Sweet Litany on Your Lips [ 2/2 ]
(Anonymous) 2013-01-16 09:10 am (UTC)(link)Charles withdrew his finger, only to sink two inside him, and this time, instead of a whine, he was rewarded with a moan--a moan that spoke of pain, not pleasure. Connor’s hands hit the mattress with a soft thump; his fingers clawed at the sheets as his entire body tensed, trying desperately to force the intrusion out. “Stop,” he gasped, and all Charles did was fuck him harder. “Please.”
“Be still,” he said, and while he did not remove his fingers, Charles did reach for the Assassin’s cock and began to stroke, timing each glide of the hand with the thrust of his fingers. The pitch of his sounds changed again, and the set of Connor’s knees widened--whether or not it was in an attempt to find a more comfortable position or subtle way of begging for more was hard to say at this point. Curious, Charles endeavored to find out.
Three fingers forced a howl out of Connor, made a fine sheen of sweat appear on his skin. His back arched, and his toes curled. The Assassin panted, sucking down lungfuls of air, as his hips twitched; Charles gave his cock a squeeze and ran the pad of his thumb over the stretched ring of his entrance. Connor’s arse still clenched around him--delicious, velvety heat--and for a moment, Charles thought to give up preparing the boy and take him then and there.
What did it matter to him if he caused him injury? They were enemies, men of different ideals; there could be no compromise between them. This was an exercise in power in the basest of ways, but it was that very same notion that stayed Charles’ desires, reminded him of his ultimate goal here. True, to take him now would be humiliating, but there was more to this than mere degradation. To make the Assassin enjoy this, to have him begging Charles to fuck him harder, to grant him release: oh, that would make his submission all that much sweeter.
A quiet mantra of pleas for him to stop spilled past Connor’s lips, but his words fell on deaf ears. The thrust of Charles’ fingers angled and twisted, searching, and then the Assassin was keening, the curl of his fingers in the sheets taking on renewed strength. Connor panted, hips shifting as if trying to find that sweet spot again, and Charles, being the oh so generous individual that he was, delivered with increasing enthusiasm. The litany of no’s had now shifted into one of groans, unintelligible speech, and the most erotic delivery of the word “please” that Charles had ever heard.
Whether or not that was a “please stop” or “please continue” did not matter to him.
Connor’s cock was hot and heavy in his hand now, and when Charles released it, the Assassin moaned its loss--louder still was the sound of his voice when he withdrew his fingers. There was a frustrated hint to his cries now, and while the boy would still not look at him, head bowed and pressed against the sheets, his body had taken on a different sort of tension: tension sprung from release denied.
--Which was not something he intended to do to himself.
For all the attention he’d been giving to Connor, his own cock remained untouched, and Charles hissed when he stroked it with one oil-slicked hand. The tight curl of his fist, however, was not what he wanted, and he was quick to line himself up behind the Assassin and push inside, sinking hilt deep with one cruel stroke. He growled at the way Connor seized around him, and the boy made a broken sound, legs falling wide.
“Out!” he cried, shifting restlessly. “Take it out, I--” The rest of his speech dissolved into Mohawk, and Charles pressed the entirety of his weight down on Connor, one arm folding around his middle to hold him in place, the other moving to stroke at a flagging erection.
“Relax, damn you!” he hissed. Difficult thought it was for him, Charles stilled his hips, waiting until Connor ceased struggling. The seconds ticked by; the air filled with the sounds of their rough breathing. Connor fell silent at last, his body slick with sweat, but his knuckles remained bone-white as he clenched at the sheets, as if they were his only salvation. Even then, Charles remained motionless, waited until Connor thrust weakly into his fist of his own accord.
Taking that as his cue, Charles resumed his actions, his thrusts long and deep--rocking the body of the Assassin with each roll of the hips. Each movement forced a small sound out of Connor, and every now and then, he was rewarded with a shuddering moan when his cock grazed that special spot within the boy. It took more than a few tries to at last get the angle right, but when he found his rhythm, Charles made it a point to try for it with every stroke he made.
Slowly but surely, Connor’s interest in this was stirring back to life. It was in the way he breathed, in the slight pitch changes of his voice, and, to Charles’ delight, in the way he began to rock his body, meeting his thrusts with the slightest roll of the hips. For his efforts, Charles replied with rougher, harder strokes--each one causing the bed to creak loudly beneath them.
This was glorious--glorious, glorious! The clench of the boy’s body around him was as wonderful as he’d imagined--no, better--and with each thrust, Charles could feel himself teetering closer and closer to the edge. Beneath him, Connor’s vocalizations suggested that he, too, was approaching a precipice; once more, the word “please” spilled past his lips, growing ever louder in volume. The shift of his hips became more restless, and he began to tug at the sash at his wrists again.
“Lee--” His voice was breathless and raw--pure eroticism to his ears.
Charles released Connor’s cock and planted that hand in those brown locks, shoving his head down into the mattress. “What is it you want, Assassin?”
“I--”
“Say it!”
Connor whined and panted; it was as if he couldn’t get enough air into his lungs to speak. “The ties... Please!” The Assassin struggled against the hand that held his head down. “I need to--ah!”
It had taken some fumbling, but Charles found it and tugged, the hair tie at last falling to the wayside. Connor spilled a moment later on a ragged cry, the shudder running through his body from tip to tail. Charles growled as he rode it out, felt the boy clench all around him, and when at last he went boneless, Charles resumed his own quest for completion. Hands braced on Connor’s hips, he fucked him hard--ruthless-- ignoring the quiet whimpers of pain below him. His entire body felt like a bowstring drawn impossibly tight, and finally, finally, he snapped, spilling inside the boy with a growl.
For a few quiet seconds, he did nothing, soaking in the feeling of euphoria, and then he withdrew, earning himself a soft keening noise from the boy. Charles rubbed the pad of his thumb over the abused hole, pleased with his work, and then slid off the bed. As he padded away to the bathroom, Connor collapsed against the bed, uncaring of the mess he lay in. Exhaustion--physical, mental, and emotional--exacted its toll on him, and he slept, hair clinging to sweat-slicked skin and hands still bound to the headboard.
--Not that Charles would allow him much rest. He’d wake the boy up less than an hour later to repeat it all, again and again and again.
Re: Fill: A Sweet Litany on Your Lips [ 2/2 ]
(Anonymous) 2013-01-16 09:27 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: A Sweet Litany on Your Lips [ 2/2 ]
(Anonymous) 2013-01-16 10:45 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: A Sweet Litany on Your Lips [ 2/2 ]
(Anonymous) 2013-01-17 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)Wonderful, wonderful work. Thank you so much!! 8D
Re: Fill: A Sweet Litany on Your Lips [ 2/2 ]
(Anonymous) 2013-01-20 01:50 am (UTC)(link)