I cannot write full smut to save my life, and have no experience doing a fill for a Kink Meme, but I feel kind... my first request has been promised a fill, so..... Have a thing to hold you over, friend.
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May the Father of Understanding SAVE him, but his son was beautiful. The common expression was, 'So sexy, it shouldn't be legal!'
But, well, they had sort of crossed that bridge right off the bat.
This did, however, raise a question. "Something....... ah, happen to your clothes, then?" He cleared his throat.
"What makes you think something happened to my clothing, Father?"
"What mainly tipped me off is..... you're wearing mine."
"Ah, yes." Connor brushed off the cloak on his shoulder. "Well, you should not make such assumptions. My clothes are fine."
Haytham folded his hands, doing his best to be patient. "Connor...... while you look, um, very fetching right now...."
"Thank you."
".....try to understand my position here. I have a meeting to get to this morning. I had my outfit very precisely picked out based on the company, location, and probable weather. It really kind of puts a halt to said meeting when you break into my house, dress into said outfit - which I so carefully selected, mind you! - to drape yourself over the desk in my study as though you own it."
"Hm, yes." Connor tapped his chin. "I can see how that can be slightly problematic."
...............Haytham tapped his foot, while Connor made no move to get up from his position on the desk.
"So what, may I ask, do you intend to do about it?" Haytham asked tersely.
"Why Father...... you speak as though I am the one with the problem." Connor smirked.
"You insolent brat, I should tan your hide - !"
"I would, however, be willing to offer you some advice, as you have so often done for me...... despite my best efforts otherwise." Connor stretched his legs out.
Dear God those legs that he got from his mother. Haytham felt a blush coming on. "By all means, do share... brat."
"I suggest," He gave his most coy smile. "That you get me OUT of these clothes, if you want any chance of making it to your meeting."
No, no, no, he did not have time for this, he did not have ti -
"And naturally, you will always have later to teach me a lesson." Connor added in a most bored tone, hips shifting ever so subtly.
His meeting just got pushed back.
Haytham pounced like a grey fox in flannel pajamas, snarling. Connor laughed, squirming and kicking slightly like a fussy child.
"Damn it, Connor, I cannot mess up these clothes, you lift your hips this instant!"
"Mmmmmm.... Nuh-Uh."
"Oh, so help me, you are in serious trouble when I return!"
"You cannot stay mad at me, old man, I am far too pretty."
"That old man comment just upgraded you from hand to ruler, so by all means, keep digging yourself deeper!"
"Oh no, Father, don't be mean to me. Why, I might get scared and escape through the window. In these clothes. It rained last night, so much mud everywhere....."
"HAIRBRUSH!"
Damn him, he just laughed and lightly traced Haytham's crotch, knowing full well the effect this sight and anticipation was having on him. He was never going to make this meeting. But who even gave a fuck at this point, the only sort of fuck he cared about right now was -
"AH-HA!" He held up his wadded up (And therefore ruined) clothing over his head in victory. How rumpled he was going to look, and after he had so carefully had everything pressed. But that didn't matter. Not the least bit. Because now he was going to get -
"......going if you want to make it on time." Connor was saying.
"Come again?" Haytham's smile twitched. "What did you just say to me?"
"I said, you had better get going if you want to make it on time." Connor said, casual as you please.
Haytham stared at him, eyes twitching a bit. "Connor.... dear, sweet baby boy of mine.... that is not even cute. We do not jest in that manner. You are getting taken here on this desk, and you are going to terrify the hired help with your savage shrieking, and then you are going to sit right there and wait for me to return and deal with your insolence as I see fit!"
"Actually, I kind of had plans." Connor said with a straight face. "Look, it is your own fault, always with your assumptions...... when did I ever say I wanted sex? All I said was that I had stolen your clothes, and you should remove them. No room for interpretation there, Father."
".........." Haytham's mouth opened and closed. No. That was not fair. He could not do this to him, Assassin or not, he could not be that damn evil!
"Although...... I guess I could be convinced to stay with Rake:ni." Haytham shuddered. Oh ho ho, now he was breaking out the Mohawk? "My ever so nice Rake:ni who wants only the very best for me and wishes to see me happy." Ziio had that same fucking smirk when she wanted something and fully intended to get it, one way or another.
"And what does my precious boy want from his daddy?" Haytham asked in a sugary sweet tone, eyes flashing dangerously.
Connor leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Where is Charles Lee?" He breathed.
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"Urgent telegram from Haytham Kenway, sir."
"From...... but I'm on my way to meet him!"
"Urgent, sir, very urgent."
"Oh, very well..... go on then."
"Ahem. Charles, stop. You may want to take a vacation, stop. May I suggest the mountains, stop. They are very beautiful this time of year, stop. May I also suggest you never again return to this particular residence, stop. I hope you remember the cabin we holed up in during our mission last May, stop. Please do not worry about your things, stop. I will have them collected and sent to you promptly, stop. Congratulations on your new home, stop. My most sincere apologies, Haytham Kenway."
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May the Father of Understanding SAVE him, but his son was beautiful. The common expression was, 'So sexy, it shouldn't be legal!'
But, well, they had sort of crossed that bridge right off the bat.
This did, however, raise a question. "Something....... ah, happen to your clothes, then?" He cleared his throat.
"What makes you think something happened to my clothing, Father?"
"What mainly tipped me off is..... you're wearing mine."
"Ah, yes." Connor brushed off the cloak on his shoulder. "Well, you should not make such assumptions. My clothes are fine."
Haytham folded his hands, doing his best to be patient. "Connor...... while you look, um, very fetching right now...."
"Thank you."
".....try to understand my position here. I have a meeting to get to this morning. I had my outfit very precisely picked out based on the company, location, and probable weather. It really kind of puts a halt to said meeting when you break into my house, dress into said outfit - which I so carefully selected, mind you! - to drape yourself over the desk in my study as though you own it."
"Hm, yes." Connor tapped his chin. "I can see how that can be slightly problematic."
...............Haytham tapped his foot, while Connor made no move to get up from his position on the desk.
"So what, may I ask, do you intend to do about it?" Haytham asked tersely.
"Why Father...... you speak as though I am the one with the problem." Connor smirked.
"You insolent brat, I should tan your hide - !"
"I would, however, be willing to offer you some advice, as you have so often done for me...... despite my best efforts otherwise." Connor stretched his legs out.
Dear God those legs that he got from his mother. Haytham felt a blush coming on. "By all means, do share... brat."
"I suggest," He gave his most coy smile. "That you get me OUT of these clothes, if you want any chance of making it to your meeting."
No, no, no, he did not have time for this, he did not have ti -
"And naturally, you will always have later to teach me a lesson." Connor added in a most bored tone, hips shifting ever so subtly.
His meeting just got pushed back.
Haytham pounced like a grey fox in flannel pajamas, snarling. Connor laughed, squirming and kicking slightly like a fussy child.
"Damn it, Connor, I cannot mess up these clothes, you lift your hips this instant!"
"Mmmmmm.... Nuh-Uh."
"Oh, so help me, you are in serious trouble when I return!"
"You cannot stay mad at me, old man, I am far too pretty."
"That old man comment just upgraded you from hand to ruler, so by all means, keep digging yourself deeper!"
"Oh no, Father, don't be mean to me. Why, I might get scared and escape through the window. In these clothes. It rained last night, so much mud everywhere....."
"HAIRBRUSH!"
Damn him, he just laughed and lightly traced Haytham's crotch, knowing full well the effect this sight and anticipation was having on him. He was never going to make this meeting. But who even gave a fuck at this point, the only sort of fuck he cared about right now was -
"AH-HA!" He held up his wadded up (And therefore ruined) clothing over his head in victory. How rumpled he was going to look, and after he had so carefully had everything pressed. But that didn't matter. Not the least bit. Because now he was going to get -
"......going if you want to make it on time." Connor was saying.
"Come again?" Haytham's smile twitched. "What did you just say to me?"
"I said, you had better get going if you want to make it on time." Connor said, casual as you please.
Haytham stared at him, eyes twitching a bit. "Connor.... dear, sweet baby boy of mine.... that is not even cute. We do not jest in that manner. You are getting taken here on this desk, and you are going to terrify the hired help with your savage shrieking, and then you are going to sit right there and wait for me to return and deal with your insolence as I see fit!"
"Actually, I kind of had plans." Connor said with a straight face. "Look, it is your own fault, always with your assumptions...... when did I ever say I wanted sex? All I said was that I had stolen your clothes, and you should remove them. No room for interpretation there, Father."
".........." Haytham's mouth opened and closed. No. That was not fair. He could not do this to him, Assassin or not, he could not be that damn evil!
"Although...... I guess I could be convinced to stay with Rake:ni." Haytham shuddered. Oh ho ho, now he was breaking out the Mohawk? "My ever so nice Rake:ni who wants only the very best for me and wishes to see me happy." Ziio had that same fucking smirk when she wanted something and fully intended to get it, one way or another.
"And what does my precious boy want from his daddy?" Haytham asked in a sugary sweet tone, eyes flashing dangerously.
Connor leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Where is Charles Lee?" He breathed.
<><>
"Urgent telegram from Haytham Kenway, sir."
"From...... but I'm on my way to meet him!"
"Urgent, sir, very urgent."
"Oh, very well..... go on then."
"Ahem. Charles, stop. You may want to take a vacation, stop. May I suggest the mountains, stop. They are very beautiful this time of year, stop. May I also suggest you never again return to this particular residence, stop. I hope you remember the cabin we holed up in during our mission last May, stop. Please do not worry about your things, stop. I will have them collected and sent to you promptly, stop. Congratulations on your new home, stop. My most sincere apologies, Haytham Kenway."