Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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Fill: Soap and Sail 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

The arousal was immediate. Haytham tilted his head back, one hand in Mills' hair and the other pressing on the nape of the man's neck. He squirmed, panting, Mills' warm tongue inscribing marks of a language only spoken in the flurry of lust; now that he'd given in, Haytham couldn't bring himself to play coy games with Mills, pressing on the sailor's head to go lower.

In response, Mills pinched Haytham's nipple - a firm no - and lifted his mouth from the other. As he opened his own mouth to protest, Haytham found it being pressed against dry and chapped lips. A tongue brushed over his lips, Mills humming like a pleased cat, and Haytham tilted his head, pushing forward. Legs wrapped around Haytham's waist to anchor Mills. Already the ocean was trying to float him away, an unfortunate side effect of their chosen location.

"We won't be having any of that complaining," scolded Mills, drawing away. "We've got to be quieter than mice."

Mills laid a kiss on Haytham's next, another on his shoulder, and bit on his collarbone, leaving a red mark where it could be hidden. Haytham, being quite drawn into the relaxed and sweet kisses, snarled and grabbed Mills, flipping them so Mills was pinned against the edge of the sail.

"That is enough of the biting. Do it again and you shall lose your money," he snapped.

Mills nodded, appropriately sheepish, and raised his hands to stroke Haytham's face, tucking wet locks of black hair behind an ear, rubbing soothing circles to his temples. Their hips bumped together, Mills clenched his thighs, and kept them close. When he felt Haytham press against him, Mills was silently thankful that the man had been so opposed to buggery, because there was no way he would have been able to take it without sufficient preparation. He lifted his hips up, trying to coax Haytham into rutting.

Warmth began to build again, Mills kissed the bite mark, and obligingly, Haytham moved, their cocks trapped between them. To uphold his end of the bargain Mills gently twisted Haytham to lie against the sail as he had originally, released his legs and slid down the toned body to dip under the water with the same technique that he used to swim under the hull.

Predictably, Haytham's cock was salty, but Mills licked it anyway and took most of it in his mouth, sucking, bobbing, and doing all manner of indecent and obscene acts. Above him - not that Mills could hear or see it - Haytham clutched at the edge of the sail and keened lowly. Wave upon wave of dangerous and exquisite pleasure wracked his body, as he arched his back and muffled his vocalisations, body shivering with the sounds he could not make for fear of being caught.

How long had it been since he'd properly been doused in pleasure? Too long, and as a consequence, his composure had crumbled as soon as Mills had gone under.

The skill and self control it took to perform fellatio was difficult enough, but to take that to the next level by performing it underwater was even greater. Despite everything, the biting and the demands, Haytham had to admire Mills for his tenacity. After about half a minute, Mills resurfaced, gasped for air, and clutched at Haytham to press their thoroughly aroused bodies together. They fought and writhed against each other, hands grasping at firm arms, waists and hips, lifting against each other, trying to gain dominance.

After a few seconds of recovery, Mills went down again, Haytham covering his mouth with one hand as he moaned, hot, bothered, and demanding release. Even the water couldn't quench his desire, burning as it did, gathering between his legs. Mills touched his balls (taut, full) playing with them, teasing the base of his cock (bumping against his abdomen, aching, soothed only by that talented tongue), taking as much as he could, dragging up and teasing the tip with tiny licks.

He came up again, this time taking them both in hand, Mills fuelled by the image of what he'd done to make this gentleman, this uptight prick, fall apart as an actual human being. Haytham came first, body tensing under Mills, glistening with water and sweat, a silent gasp as he entered that blissful state of orgasm, body now relaxing as he spilt himself. The water washed away the evidence as Mills finished, panting with an open-mouthed grin.

He fell back, retreating to the other side of the sail, allowing Haytham to rebuild himself, slip the mask of cool indifference on and tidy his hair.

"How was that, sir?" asked Mills.

"Acceptable. I enjoyed your creativity," responded Haytham, carefully letting his hair sit over the bite mark.

Ah, as quickly as his haughty manner had vanished not five minutes before, it returned. The man was a master, a predator, and suddenly Mills felt very afraid of the man before him.

"Thank you for the demonstration, now if you'd be so kind as to fetch my clothes, Mills, we will be able to finish our transaction," said Haytham, idly taking up the soap and scrubbing himself down.

He passed it to Mills and bade him to clean quickly. Mills barely even cleaned himself before passing it back and sliding over the sail. Haytham leaned back, relaxing once more, smiling to himself. If Mills thought Haytham had been fooled, taken in by the pathetic honey trap, then the man was more stupid than he had first supposed.

Assassins were such foolish creatures, but at least they knew how to properly pleasure their partners.

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((A/N: even in bed, Haytham will get what he wants. Poor Mills. Thank you for reading and for the lovely encouragement along the way!))

Re: Fill: Soap and Sail 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

I love this!
I need more Mills now! and that Haytham knew he was an assassin the entire time just makes it all the better!