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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
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Re: Connor, Sexy Badass
(Anonymous) 2013-02-11 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Connor, Sexy Badass
(Anonymous) 2013-02-14 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)Where Did You Learn That? (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-02-27 02:54 am (UTC)(link)If someone has asked him how he got into this situation, he would say he didn’t know. That would be a lie. The thing was- the thing was, Haytham liked being dominated, being pushed around and plain used. But being the Grandmaster of the Templars generally did not lend itself to such encounters, and it didn’t help that, well, being a sodomizer was punishable by death, which would be rather detrimental to the cause.
He was pretty sure he was going to hell anyway. Might as well enjoy it.
Which was almost, but not quite, enough rationale for why he was doing this, why he was letting it happen to him. He and Connor had been fighting (again, it always starts with fighting) when things had taken quite a turn. Haytham had almost expected it, fighting always seemed to turn into something else with Connor (and Haytham would, until his last breath, blame it on Connor being young and hormonal). Kisses, never kind, always filled with anger and lust, would be interspersed with punches and kicks, wandering hands less used for pleasure and more to gain an advantage. These tussles always end when soldiers pass by, Connor and Haytham breaking apart to flee the scene, both fully aware of the consequences if they were caught.
But tonight- tonight, the soldiers are inside, or fighting in another city, or maybe the two of them simply found a place away from the patrols to do this. Connor had gotten the upper hand just barely, mostly because Haytham had turned at just the right time for Connor’s hand, meant to grab Haytham’s cock through his trousers, to end up grabbing his ass roughly.
Connor’s eyes had gone wide at the breathy, desperate noise his father had made at the handling. Haytham had tried to maintain some sort of composure after that, but found himself failing horribly. Connor was young, and still had much to learn about why a certain touch would have a certain effect, but he was clever, and capable of adapting to any weakness an opponent might show (and really, Haytham was no fool, he could tell that Connor thought that this was just another way to fight, that no messy emotions were going to get in the way).
Eventually, Connor had managed to manhandle Haytham against the wall, pushing his entire weight against the other man to keep him pinned. Which is how they’ve ended up where they are now, Connor’s hands keeping his father’s against the wall, Connor’s hips pressed against Haytham’s ass. Connor is panting, and Haytham can’t tell if it’s simply exertion or arousal. But Connor is too still, even if Haytham can feel the curve of his son’s erection pressed against his ass, and Haytham will go insane if Connor doesn’t let him go, so he can do what he always does after these fights (which is to sprint back to wherever he’s staying, ignore anyone who tries to talk to him, and wank furiously). Of course, it’d be preferable if Connor would actually do something and when Haytham’s imagination helpfully suplies several ideas of what ‘something’ might be, he can barely choke back the moan that tries to escape him.
“Well, old man. I believe I’ve won this.” Haytham nearly bashes his head against the wall. How the hell is anyone related to him so utterly oblivious? Rather than attempting to destroy his brain cells, he simply replies, “...Yes. I suppose you have, you brute. What do you plan to do with me now that you have me?” Haytham grinds slowly back against Connor to punctuate the last sentence, earning a slow, controlled hiss of breath. “I can think of a few things, Father.” The last word is practically a purr, and Haytham has to try very, very hard to not whine in a manner most unbecoming to any grown man, much less the Grandmaster of the Templars. The tone of Connor’s voice is unfamiliar to Haytham, the usual bluntness gone, replaced by something that is undeniably sexual. It catches him completely off guard, as does the slow, teasing path that one of Connor’s hands takes, trailing down Haytham’s arm, down his back, the sensation muffled by the thickness of Haytham’s coat. “Oh- bloody hell, boy, if you’re going to do this, would you at least- let me- get out of this blasted-” Connor smirks and tugs his father’s coat off in one fluid motion, before efficiently depriving the older man of his shirts as well.
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(Anonymous) 2013-02-28 06:22 am (UTC)(link)UNF the idea of Connor and Haytham hate!sexing it up during missions is just lovely. And Haytham going back to wank off afterwards is just icing on the cake. ^^
Please add more to this soon? I wanna know what Connor will do with Haytham now that he's got him.
Where Did You Learn That? (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-03-04 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)Haytham hisses in pain and is forced to stay perfectly still, his cock pressed against the roughness of the bricks, knowing that if he moves it will be very unfortunate. “You- dammit, boy, you planned this, didn’t you?” Connor presses his lips to the skin behind Haytham’s ear and whispers, “Have I made you proud, Father?” Haytham is going to come unfortunately early if Connor keeps saying that, keeps calling him father in that filthy tone of voice, but he’s not going to give Connor the satisfaction of knowing just how desperate he is. “Connor. If you don’t get on with it, I am going to personally ensure that you are separated from your genitals in the least enjoyable manner possible.” That gets a growl from Connor, and Haytham would call the man a savage if he wasn’t busy being flipped so his back was to the wall and being kissed rather roughly. Haytham can feel Connor’s cock, now, as they end up rocking against each other, Hatham whining into his son’s mouth at the roughness of Connor’s trousers.
Connor leans back from the kiss, and Haytham will deny until his last breath the little whine he lets out at the loss of contact, as well as the way he leans forward to get more. “Keep your wit to yourself, old man, or I will not hesitate to gag you.” Haytham ponders this for a moment, but decides that two can play at this game- Connor’s started this odd sort of seduction, and he’d better see it through. Haytham leans his head back against the wall, tilting it back just slightly, enough that he can still clearly see Connor, but far enough that the pale lines of his neck are visible. “I would rather not have a gag. Still, perhaps you could find another way to keep me quiet? Or are you simply incapable of doing anything without brute force?”
It’s a challenge, like everything is with them. Haytham has very little control over anything in this situation, but he wants Connor to rise to the bait, to take everything Haytham has to give and more. Connor, predictably, snarls, angered by Haytham’s words. One of Connor’s hands knocks Haytham’s hat off of his head before tearing Haytham’s hair out of the ponytail it was in, while the other fumbles with the ties of his trousers and shoves them down. Haytham bites his lip in an attempt to keep from moaning, but really, he’s always had a thing for well-endowed men and Connor is- Connor is ridiculous. He’s huge, and from the smug look on his face, he’s fully aware of his situation. “Get on your knees,” Connor snarls.
Haytham complies immediately, surrendering control, but still planning how to get some of it back. If he wants to be able to surrender completely, he needs to be manipulative for just a while longer. He looks up at Connor with his head tilted, schooling his face into something coy, batting dark eyelashes over cloud-grey eyes. Connor growls again, grabbing Haytham’s head and dragging him forward, forcing the head of his cock against Haytham’s lips. Haytham blinks up at Connor, clearly feigning ignorance, but Connor is already provoked, and Haytham wants him mad; Haytham wants Connor to take everything he wants.
Face twisting in a combination of rage and lust, Connor tightens his grip on Haytham’s hair, and with the other hand, tugs roughly on Haytham’s jaw. Haytham raises his eyebrows, about to say something along the lines of Oh, so that’s what you wanted?, but Connor takes the opportunity to shove himself halfway into his father’s mouth, earning a startled, albeit muffled noise of surprise. The templar regains his composure quickly, though, and begins to slide slowly down Connor’s cock, never breaking eye contact with the younger man. Connor makes a low, rumbling noise as Haytham’s nose ends up pressed against his abdomen.
Haytham moves back even more slowly than he had moved before, and really, Connor doesn’t seem to realize that his father is teasing both of them with his movements, that Haytham wants nothing more than to end up utterly used. Connor hisses out a breath, frustration and lust getting all mixed up and confusing the young man. Haytham can tell that Connor is close to snapping, that all that rage and all that desire is about to break through the floodgates, and all Haytham has to do is give the assassin a little push. He slides all the way off, breathing gently on the tip of Connor’s cock, flicks his tongue across the slit- and then Connor growls like some sort of beast, tightens his grip in Haytham’s hair, and thrusts.
Connor’s thrusts are brutal and angry, and Haytham loves it. He breathes oh-so-carefully through his nose to keep from choking, but there’s no way in hell he can control the desperate moans that tear out of him. Connor is clearly aware of Haytham’s condition, and is hissing obscenities and insults between deep groans. “You know you’re- you’re just a little whore, aren’t you?” Haytham wonders, vaguely, who the hell taught Connor all of this. How to swear, to talk dirty, to use his cock for the best possible purpose.
Well, maybe not the best. Haytham pushes at Connor’s hips, trying to detach himself from his son’s cock long enough to speak. “Boy-” Haytham pauses, clears his throat, tries again. “As much as I have been enjoying this, there are really better places for you to put your cock than halfway down my throat.” Connor shifts almost imperceptibly, and Haytham has to hold back a smirk- the older man can talk dirty quite possibly better than Hickey had, but Haytham knows when and where to use such language for the best effect.
Connor tilts his head slightly, fingers carding through Haytham’s hair. “Hmm. I suppose you might be right. Get up.” Haytham stands, swearing under his breath as his knees complain at the shift. Connor grabs his father around the waist almost as soon as he stands, pushing him into the wall. Haytham braces himself on his arms, elbows pressed into the wall, head resting on his forearms. His cock aches, and when one of Connor’s hands trails teasingly up the inside of the older man’s thigh, he lets out a little whine at the attention.
One of Connor’s hands finds it’s way to Haytham’s mouth, fingers trailing gently over his father’s lips before pushing inside. Haytham puts up no resistance and sucks on the fingers obediently, in no small part due to fact that Connor’s other hand is trailing over his hip bones, pulling the templar’s hips back and grinding against his ass. Haytham moans quietly and rocks back in counterpoint against his son. Connor presses his lips to the back of Haytham’s neck, surprisingly gentle for a moment before he sinks his teeth into the skin, sucking hard to mark the older man.
Re: Where Did You Learn That? (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-03-07 03:13 am (UTC)(link)Author!anon
(Anonymous) 2013-03-08 12:29 am (UTC)(link)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!