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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-13 04:02 am (UTC)(link)This time the girls leave a good while before they expect Desmond to surface, reminding Shaun of all the things that need tidying and what needs replacing. Rebecca in particular takes a bizarre joy in bossing Shaun around, not that he was surprised.
But before long it is just the two of them again.
Well, the two of them and the Animus. The flicker of Desmond's eyelids is much more noticeable from where Shaun is sat next to it. His mouth is parted slightly.
Shaun wonders what it's like to kiss Desmond when he's all vulnerable and not-really-there, and is vaguely aware of his own erection straining against the crux of his trousers.
Desmond tastes like his skin feels. Pliant, warm, comforting. Shaun can't keep control of his own hands as he leans over the man in the animus - one is cupping the back of Desmond's head, the other stroking his chest, lower now, lower - pressing against the scrap of exposed stomach, then working past the jeans. He strokes Desmond through his boxers as he kisses him, hoping against hope against hope that neither Lucy or Rebecca come back to check.
Shaun finds himself drawing back from the kiss, only to meet Desmond's open eyes - half-lidded and unfocused, but undeniably open - and his heart skips a beat. He licks his lips. Desmond stays awake, not saying a word, merely breathing with the slow regularity Shaun has gotten used to.
'God,' Shaun says blankly, 'damn it. You're awake, aren't you?'
'Yes,' Desmond murmurs, but in a dreamy tone of voice that implies he isn't fully awake - hell, the lack of bleeping means he's maintaining a full sync rate in there - and Shaun's heartrate quickens. 'That was nice.'
Shaun 's other hand is still down Desmond's jeans. He moves it with experimental slowness, keeping his eyes trained on Desmond's face; when he wraps his hand around Desmond's erection, the man's eyes close again. He makes a low noise in the back of his throat.
Feeling like the lowest person alive, Shaun speeds up.
'Shaun,' Desmond says, in that same faraway tone. 'That...K-keep doing that.'
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-13 04:51 am (UTC)(link)no subject
(Anonymous) 2011-02-13 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)Don't stop!
OP IS ECSTATIC
(Anonymous) 2011-02-13 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)THIS
IS
AMAZING
ARE THERE WORDS TO EXPRESS MY PERVY JOY
I DONT THINK SO
BUT OP!ANON LOVES YOU SO, SO HARD THAT ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY
PLEASE
DO
NOT
STOP
thank you for all the encouragement guys!
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 03:13 am (UTC)(link)Shaun obliges. His fingers slip underneath the waistband of Desmond's boxers and he thumbs the tip of his erection, never taking his eyes off of the other man's face. Desmond moans, his hands curl over the arm rests. His mouth twitches, then forms one word, soft and feather-light- 'please'.
Shaun kisses him again. He can't help himself; his fingers press and touch and take without permission, stroking Desmond's cheek, his stomach, his legs. And his cock, of course. Every time he's touched, Desmond shrugs back into the chair with a little whine of pleasure.
Eventually, Shaun can't take it anymore.
It's dangerous. It's a horrible idea; so many things could go wrong, he tells himself as he repositions Desmond so that he is laying with his forehead against the head-rest of the Animus. His jeans are already shucked a considerable way past his waist, boxers too - Shaun hurries to do the same.
'Shaun,' Desmond sighs against the Animus, then there's an audible hitch in his breath as Shaun begins to prepare him. The knowledge of how to do so is clinical, gleaned from history texts and scientific case studies. Shaun has never wanted to do this to another man before.
As he strokes his hand along Desmond's side, the other man's breathing intensifies. His fingers massage the taut skin around Desmond's hole. Gently does it, he tells himself, and then Desmond murmurs 'Shaun,' and he decides doing it gently is a waste of time.
Desmond takes one finger, all the way to the knuckle, without complaint. His mouth clenches in pain when a second is added, and the third makes his eyes water. Shaun kisses his back and the nape of his neck as he works his fingers deeper.
His fingers aren't enough. Desmond can take more, Shaun is sure of it.
'Atta boy,' he whispers into Desmond's hair as he eases his aching cock into him, his thumbs anchored firmly on Desmond's hips and massaging the skin there in small, worried circles. 'Jesus Christ, this is all kinds of fucked up.'
Desmond doesn't reply coherently. Just a tumble of sounds that are somewhere between gasps and words. He is arching into the Animus in a way that Shaun can't imagine him ever doing if he were really awake. All limbs and motion and a vague sense of desperation, if the jerky little movements his hips are making against the seat of the Animus is any indication.
Re: thank you for all the encouragement guys!
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 09:59 am (UTC)(link)Did you know that my ovaries just frigging EXPLODED
I love you. So much. Please continue.
PLEASE
Re: thank you for all the encouragement guys!
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)hurrdurr trying to go for a conclusion
(Anonymous) 2011-02-15 03:50 am (UTC)(link)'You like this, then,' Shaun says as his hand slides back to Desmond's unattended cock. It's a rhetorical statement, hardly even a question, but Desmond still fights to answer it.
'Not,' he starts, then whines as Shaun begins to jerk him off in time with the movements inside him. 'Not...m-much time to...jack off. Fuck-'
For some reason, it's the quality of Desmond's voice that gets to him. The way he stumbles for words as though he's forgotten them. There's the subtlest hint of Italian to his words, and that brings it all home - Desmond's caught between two worlds at the minute, and Shaun can only hope that he's submerged enough in historic Italy to not remember any of this when he fully wakes.
But all that in time, he thinks grimly, and buries himself in Desmond up to the hilt.
Desmond hisses through his teeth. His hips buck into Shaun's hand helplessly, in short needy movements, and then he lets go - he cries out, comes all over the seat of the Animus. His eyes are shut tightly and his lips are parted, and the sight is enough for Shaun to cry his own release inside him.
As he basks in the afterglow, he thinks about how much cleaning up he will have to do.
-
Fate sometimes is not as cruel as it's cracked up to be, and so Shaun had plenty of time to sponge the Animus - and Desmond - clean, taking special care to rearrange his clothes and place him back into his former position. Tht all went without incident, except for Desmond's brow furrowing and his mouth forming a word that might have been 'Shaun'.
Might have been.
-
When Desmond finally does wake up, he doesn't seem to notice anything. He winces a little when he first stands up, and looks panicked - probably thinks it's to do with that weird Bleeding Effect thing.
He goes straight for Shaun's abandoned cup of reheated noodles this time, and Shaun's shoulders relax - same old Desmond. His voice is perfectly neutral when he speaks. 'Feels like I'm not doing as much stuff in there as I should be. There's so much to keep track of, y'know?'
'I don't use the Animus, Desmond,' Shaun says, forcing himself to look at his computer screens. It's an effort to keep his own voice as neutral as it should be. 'So no, I don't.'
Then there are two hands on his shoulders. Desmond's chin is resting on top of his head.
'Man, this looks boring,' he says. 'I'm gonna go to bed.'
An image flashes at the forefront of Shaun's mind - Desmond straining against him, needy, desperate, unbelievably hard - and refuses to reconcile itself with the man behind him. The man behind him wasn't capable of that sort of wanton behaviour.
Especially not with Shaun.
After Desmond leaves, Shaun buries his head in his hands for a while and makes a point of not looking anywhere near the Animus.
Re: hurrdurr trying to go for a conclusion
(Anonymous) 2011-02-15 08:22 am (UTC)(link)LOVES
YOU
SO
HARD
LIKE DES'S COCK
OMGSFDLKGJSKHDFKJGDGHDLFKJGSKD
THIS. THIS IS ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY PERFECT. THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON. <333333 A MILLION INTERNETS AND COOKIES WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH
Re: hurrdurr trying to go for a conclusion
(Anonymous) 2011-03-24 12:14 am (UTC)(link)That was incredibly hot and so depressing for Shaun.