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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.3
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☃ Comment anonymously with a character/pairing and a kink/prompt.

☃ Comment is filled by another anonymous with fanfiction/art/or any other appropriate medium.

☃ One request per post, but fill the request as much as you want.

☃ The fill/request doesn't necessarily need to be smut.

☃ Don't flame, if you have nothing good to say, don't say anything.

☃ Have a question? Feel free to PM me.

☃ Last, but not least: HAVE FUN!

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Thank you very much for the comment, I sometimes pass up little important things, so thank you for pointing that up. Also, those three were my favorite novices -first three I got to grow as assassins- grew fond of them while playing Brotherhood ;w; and--- JUST THANK YOU!... and thank you again *is shot*

The apple grants Altair with the ability to see through clothes. He sees Malik naked and suddenly can't get enough, soon all he thinks about is seeing that sexah body for real. Hot man loving ensues. ;]

Not OP but I would love to see this!

VERY COOL. I'd like to see more of this too. It feels a little like Kirk in the ribbon-thing from Generations, I'm super curious to see what happens.

Not having that outlet isn't a bad thing. Might force people to give a bit more thought into their prompts instead of randomly spamming their brainfarts.

Less specific than some of these Long!Prompts we've had. And it is rather interesting to reverse the sort of Assassins=vigilantes, Templars=corrupt system classifications encouraged by the canon.

Whoa! Very, very nice! In my head the courtesans take him home and pass him around like a party favor after that.

"Your appreciation, eh, boy?" Says the courtesan in the yellow dress.

"He is almost still a boy. He'd be chased after by the sodomia in the Wool Trader's street." Which is probably true. Federico had rescued him a few times when he was just maturing from a child into a boy and didn't yet know better. But hearing that from the courtesan hanging on his arm made him nervous.

"I'm 19, old enough to go chasing after boys myself; but I would much rather use my energy on pleasing you, or you, or even all of you."

"Oh-ho, did you hear that?" again says the one in yellow. "We're going to take you up on that offer, assassino piccolo."

The four surround him, push him back with just their proximity out of the alley and towards side door of the brothel, and he's both aroused by this and cautious. It is suddenly a little warm. The rose-dressed courtesan slinks up and leans against him until she's pushed him against the door, her right hand sliding down his side till she reaches the doorknob.

"You're going to use that agile mouth of yours to show us your appreciation. Ezio stumbles back when the door opens behind him. "Maybe when we feel we have been fully recompensed, we will even let you come."

The meme won't be closed forever, I'm sure those types would be able to survive a few weeks. Maybe others who feel the need to prompt nothing but mindless crack would stop and think about it first. And if those types want it open again so badly maybe they'd try filling a few prompts themselves for a change, and stop being selfish. If you're going to nothing but prompt nonstop, you probably shouldn't even be here.

...I was filled with joy, then regret. 8/

That would certainly be very interesting... Go on, then. You've tempted me, anon. I'd prefer if the focus was on the relationship itself rather than the fear of it being discovered, though.

(Besides, multiple fills are always encouraged in this meme, so maybe a different writenon will be inspired to write a minifill a little closer to the original prompt.)

When they get back to his place, Desmond follows him up like a puppy – a wary puppy, but still – looking uncomfortable and a bit frightened.

The first thing Sedici does when they go through the door is push Desmond down onto the couch and seal their lips with a kiss.

Desmond makes a startled sound and freezes, but Sedici doesn't give up. He presses Desmond's hard, lean body down into the couch cushions and kneels over him, tilting Desmond's chin with his fingers and teasing Desmond's mouth open with his tongue. “What are you – ” Desmond chokes out when he manages to break off the kiss, but he doesn't seem to know how to end that sentence with Sedici's lips moving to trace circles on his collarbone. Desmond groans and fists his hands in Sedici's shirt, tensing up underneath him like a bowstring.

Naked, Sedici thinks. Gotta be naked for this. He pushes himself up long enough to shuck off his shirt and gloves, then kicks off his shoes. Desmond's breath hitches, and Sedici smirks with pride before going after Desmond's neck again.

The material of Desmond's soaked hoodie keeps bunching up and getting in his way. Sedici leans up and starts to pull it off him; Desmond struggles for a moment before complying, lifting up his arms and allowing Sedici to toss it aside. “I don't even,” Desmond begins, but Sedici kisses him again. Desmond's fingers splay on his hip as he kisses back for the first time, shivering at Sedici's touch.

Sedici smiles and hikes up Desmond shirt, then begins to kiss his way down Desmond's chest, lean from physical activity. Desmond watches with wide, disbelieving eyes and Sedici flicks open his belt and unbuttons his pants, sliding them down Desmond's slinky hips and hooking one thumb in the elastic of Desmond's underwear. He takes a moment to nuzzle the bulge there before pulling the cloth away and licking a stripe up Desmond's erection, feeling a flicker of wicked glee as Desmond groans and throws his head back, hitting the headrest with a thunk. “Oh fuck,” Desmond whispers. “Oh fuck.” He clears his throat. “I've gone insane, haven't I?”

“Don't fight it,” Sedici says wryly, and Desmond chuckles. The laughter turns into a whimper as Sedici swallows the head, just the head, of his erection and swirls his tongue around it. His body turns pliant and weak, his hand fisting in Sedici's wet, tousled hair. Sedici slid his mouth down and began to suck.

Sedici shivers and massages his own cock, uncomfortably hard in his jeans. Soon, he thinks to it. Every moan, every whine, every swallowed gasp turns him on far more than it should. Desmond seems willing enough to just lie back and let Sedici suck him to orgasm, blissed out and panting quietly on the couch. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he keeps whispering, hips rocking upwards. Sedici just shifts to hold him down, making Desmond protest weakly.

Soon enough, Desmond's spilling down Sedici's throat, his body spasming with ecstasy.

Sedici lets him lay there for a moment, content to unbutton his own pants and lay hands on himself, laying back on the other side of the couch and stroking his aching cock, enjoying pleasure he hasn't felt in quite a while.

But soon enough, Desmond pushed himself upright, pants still undone, shirt in disarray. “What the hell,” he said, and Sedici sighed.

“Unless you're going to help, leave me alone,” Sedici said petulantly.

“Tell me what the hell is going on!”

“I don't owe you any explanations,” Sedici says. “You're not real. None of this is real.”

Desmond's eyes flash angrily, and Sedici realizes his mistake too late.

Sedici has all the training of Ezio during his younger days. Desmond, it seems, has more.

Twenty minutes later he's spread out across the coffee table, wrists bound separately to the top legs, one with Desmond's belt, and the other with Sedici's. The leather is stiff and tight. His legs are ankles are unbound, but only because Desmond doesn't need to force Sedici to keep his legs open; Sedici has them spread willing. He's panting and groaning and working his hips desperately into Desmond's pink lips, thigh muscles tensing as orgasm approaches. Desmond pulls away, not for the first time, and Sedici is left panting in frustration, hovering on the edge.

He can get away if he really needs to, but right now he can't concentrate long enough to will the restraints out of existence. Besides, this is that hottest thing that's ever happened to him.

“Please,” he gasps, “Please, just let me – Christ, I'm sorry, I'll do anything – ”

“Tell me what's going on,” Desmond says. "Who you are, what this place is... Everything."

“Yes!” Sedici exclaims. “Just – just – oh,” he says as Desmond swallows him and sucks hard, and Sedici closes his eyes, nearly whiting out as he comes and comes and comes.

--

Thanks for the earlier comments, all. :3 They make me warm inside.

She threw a vase. It smashed, far to his left. He turned on her like a shot, grabbing her wrist in a strong, bruising grip, and holding her – silently fuming – as she struggled and writhed and then spat in his face.

They both stilled, staring as spit dripped down his cheek. His eyes screwed shut, he took a deep breath through his nose, and then let it out through his mouth, calming. When he re-opened his eyes she smiled awkwardly, all lopsided and nervous. Her eyes were too wide and her brow drawn up. She grabbed the hem of her shirt – ripped – and lifted it to wipe at his face.

“Rebecca...” He said, a warning in his tone.

“Mark...?” Rebecca replied, hope unabashedly and brazenly lacing his name.

Mark span her around and threw her onto their sofa, following and pinning her down she she made to get up. They stared at each other for a moment and then, as if scripted and in a way that could almost be comical if it weren't for it's abnormal frequency in their lives, came together with animal moans; all lips, teeth and tongue.

As she rode him into the couch she asked him to marry her and he said yes.

*

They went to buy a ring the day after the next. For her of course. Lord knows what the men would think or say if they saw an engagement ring on his finger. He wouldn't rest for the remainder of his military career.

It was a simple thing with a small stone set into it. Cheap, as they didn't have much money, but it's the thought that counts, and the way that Rebecca smiles when she looks at her left hand. And the way she always looks at her left hand.

They sign the contract and guarantee Rebecca Crane and Mark Bishop.

*

She doesn't have any friends she can show off to, and so turns to the cats – both their own and the strays of their neighbourhood. One day Mark returns from his jog to find her holding a one-sided argument with Sir Fartsalot – a large and windy Scottish Fold tomcat – over whether the ring brings out her eyes or not. He wonders aloud and playfully if he was right to have said 'yes' to her request. The punch to the arm he receives hurts, but he swears he can see Sir Fartsalot grin, and behind him J.C. Cat winks.

*

They set a date.

November the following year.

She breaks out the wedding magazines and plans to grow her hair long.

*

When her dark locks are brushing her shoulders she receives news.

Mark has been called out. Next week.

Afghanistan.

She swallows thickly.

*

Mark leaves late one night.

She wakes up alone

*

A month passes, and then two. Rebecca finds that those five-minute skype calls aren't enough.

*

She isn't eating.

At least he's still alive

*

6 months. She takes to bumming around on the internet. She's fired from her job. She doesn't tell that to Mark.

She doesn't tell Mark when she begins to build a machine in their front room, either.

In fact, there are many things she doesn't tell Mark. Like about the abortion she had seven months ago.

*

8 months.

Abstergo Industries call her up.

Hello, would you be interested in taking part in our survey? A polite and rational sounding voice chirps into her ear.

Sure. Why not?

*

8 ½ months.

They found her. They got her. They saved her.

10 Abstergo agents lie dead at her feet, blood staining the dirty carpet.

She leaves.

She doesn't tell mark that, either.

*

12 months now.

Mark comes home.

There's an old man living in their apartment who smells of piss and alcohol.

Sir Fartsalot's body rots in a dumpster, hit by an Abstergo Industries truck. Rebecca didn't mention this in her letters.

*

“Rebecca?”

“It's me.”

“Where are-”

“They're going to get you, Shaun, and they'll kill you if you don't do exactly what I say.”

He lives. Barely.

*

November. She cuts off all of her hair. Shaun watched silently from the doorway. He nurses a mug of coffee and holds a biscuit.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“Yeah. Fine.” She replies over the buzz of the clippers.

*

Her name's Lucy. She's a spy in Abstergo.

She looks like Mark's mother.

Rebecca feels sick.

*

Four years pass.

How long since she's seen Mark? Too long. Not long enough.

The engagement ring sits on a chain around her neck, dull and heavy.

Her hair is cut short, shot, shorter on her head.

She slings on her headphones. Shaun typed and types. Research, he says, for the new guy.

Lucy is coming. Four years in Abstergo and she'll be coming to be with them, a test subject in tow. Subject 17. Rebecca wonders how long this one will last.

“Someone's trying to get in.”

“What?”

Shaun has migrated to the window. He stares at the street below.

“Stocky bloke. Brown hair.”

“Abstergo?” She asks, and a streak of fear, adrenaline and anger rushes through her. Her fingers itch for the gun tucked in her bedroom drawer. How did they find them so quickly?!

“Possibly. Pretty bad for an Abstergo agent, though. Looks more like the muscle than the eyes or brains.” Shaun takes a pensive sip of his tea.

With practised ease Rebecca hoists herself from her stool and traipses to the window, brow set in a bemused frown. What she sees steals her breath away.

It's Mark. Or, it looks like Mark. It has to be Mark. She feels sick. Happy. Sad. Scared. Angry. Tired. Relieved. Hurt. Guilty.

This is so much worse than Abstergo.

The door to the warehouse opens. Mark disappears inside, and is suddenly beneath her, in the same building for the first time in around 5 years.

Shaun loads his handgun. “I'll get him.”

“No!” She shouts, quick and frightened.

“He might be Abstergo.” He says, and the glint in his eyes behind his glasses is questioning and suspicious.

“He isn't!” He wasn't. He couldn't be.

Shaun gave her a long, assessing look. He hadn't seen her like this before, not since he asked her about the ring resting on her collarbone. He finally nodded slowly, and pressed the gun into Rebecca's hands. Relief and apprehension flooded, renewed, through her.

She tried to convey her gratitude through her eyes, where solid evidence was impossible to find, and then left, heading to the stock hall.

She could already hear movement. For all that mark had been a man of military excellence he wasn't employing any stealth tactics here. Shakily, Rebecca held the gun out in front of her and crept into the large, open warehouse.

He was walking through the paths carved in towers of crates, looking around as if in some alien world. There were new lines on his face, His jaw was squarer. His hair was still in that buzz-cut. It would still tickle her jaw when he kissed her neck.

She pressed a shaking hand to her mouth as if to keep in the dry sob threatening to escape.

Too late.

He turned wildly.

She held the gun unsteadily.

“Becca.”

Woah woah woah there anon. This is a kink meme and I don't know about you but I'm here and fill prompts for the fun of it. No one gets to decide whose ideas are good and no one should tell people who can and can't be here. Yes, it says in the rules that if you ask for prompts you should fill some too but not everyone can write. This isn't an exclusive club for writers it's a kink meme and while I agree that the prompt to fill ratio is getting ridiculous this is supposed to be a free for all. Yes people should think about their prompts before submitting them but who are we to decide what constitutes enough thought? Prompts that don't inspire are left to die-that's how it works. Telling someone they shouldn't be here or allowed to participate in this aspect of the fandom I'd just as ridiculous and selfish as you're claiming those who prompt but don't fill are in my opinion.

Of course everyone's welcome to submit prompts, but exercise a little courtesy for heaven's sake. If you don't write and ask for prompts (or if your prompt-to-fill ratio is incredibly uneven while favoring the prompt side), then it's only courteous to not request too many. Wait a few weeks to see if your first prompt gets any fills before requesting another. It's disingenuous to think that over-saturating the meme with prompts is harmless, because it's not -- people who don't spam prompts have their prompts buried by people who don't invest that much in either the prompts they're submitting or in contributing to the fills, and people who archive this whole thing have a harder time keeping track of the meme.

OP here. I don't know if you plan to continue this or not, but regardless, my offer still stands; what you've done so far has been wonderful. Is there a prompt you'd like filled?

Wow, yes! Of course I'm continuing. I just tend to take quite a long time to write things, and currently there's some stuff on my mind.

Uh, that's really brave of you to offer. I won't pressure you into anything seeing as I know it's all but impossible to fill something you feel uncomfortable with, but I do like

http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19860.html?thread=6246292#t6246292

that one.

I will have more in the way of awkward!sex later!

I like.

I like very much.

That is all.

Oh, I restrained myself from all the other stuff I wanted to put in. A fair bit is still floating in my brain, but I didn't want to scare off anons.

Rebecca was a strange mix of energetic and easy-going, with a dash of spice brought about by her unabashed discussing of exactly what felt good and what felt bad.

For about a week Desmond managed to keep himself from any new, strange and awkward experiences through his pure fear of it. In the beginning he tried to avoid the brothels and situations that would get Ezio laid and him frustrated, however this – as it had done way back when he had first noticed a correlation between Ezio's encounters and his public erections – only proved to desynchronise him and gain stern words from the rest of the team.

“Desmond, this is stupid. I know that this is hard for you-”

“No it isn't – that's the point!”

“Yes, thank you, Rebecca – but we have to get through this. The situation is not one that any of us would have chosen, but it is what it is...” Lucy had said, effectively guilt-tripping him into letting his ancestor get down with another nameless chick.

After he had gone through the motions of incurring Lucy's I pity you, but get your ass in gear monologue, Desmond then went through a slew of forcing his erections away the moment he was out of the Animus, infuriating Shaun who was always half-way up the stairs by the time he managed to gasp out a hasty, 'it's gone!'

This of course, only saved him from his fate for a short amount of time. One soggy Tuesday evening he could not force it away within the desired twenty seconds. Shaun, who leant against the arch of the stairwell, rolled his eyes in a wide motion and kicked off from the wall to continue his ascent of the ramp.

“Wait, no! I can do it! Just wait!” Desmond shouted, as Lucy seemed to agree with the historian and took up her jacket. Shaun already had a coat thrown over one arm.

“Sheesh, Desmond, you'd think I was going to kill you or something! I'm offended!” Rebecca said, her arms in the air.

“No, it isn't you. It's not like that. I just-” Desmond began, scared, panicked, and angry at himself, because his cock remained stiff in his pants no matter how awkward the situation was already becoming.

“He's just freaking out. It's no deal.” Lucy said to Rebecca as she pulled her jacket on and snatched up a book that she could read upstairs. Desmond stared at her, desperate for her to call the whole thing off. With Lucy at least there had been some primary attraction and chemistry, but with Rebecca? Nope. None. Nada. Stubbornly, Lucy ignored him and started towards the stairs.

A box of condoms hit Desmond in the side of his head. He knew his fate had been sealed.

“Get naked. I'll be back in a minute.” Rebecca said, and left her headphones on her stool as she went to follow Lucy and Shaun to close the hidden door.

Desmond slumped back into the Animus, and then threw the pillow off of his crotch in a small spasm of anger. It landed somewhere behind him.

Rebecca's footsteps where getting quieter. She would be reaching Mario's study in a few seconds. Resigning to whatever would happen next, Desmond yanked on the zip of his hoodie.

He undressed quickly and nervously, deciding at the last minute to keep his boxers on, because he would feel much too bare without them no matter what he was going to be doing with Rebecca in the next half-hour or so. That was, if he could last half an hour this time.

Actually, that was a point. He didn't want to embarrass himself further, and Rebecca might actually talk about it.

Dread drenched Desmond like a bucket of cold water. Except this cold water failed where others would succeed. His stiff member continued to tent his boxers. He perched on the edge of the Animus and knotted his fingers together as he heard Rebecca enter the sanctuary. She headed towards the bedrolls to his left and stood, surprisingly naked, with a hand on her hip, waiting. Desmond turned his head, and blinked at the bare flesh revealed to him. She was, as he had expected, athletic in build, but without the hardness he would quite have imagined. A large scar, circular and spidery, stretched over the skin of her thigh. Another swept across her stomach. The shimmer of a third crept around the curve of her shoulder. Desmond swallowed thickly.

“I thought I told you to get naked?” Rebecca said, and then turned, bending over. Desmond quickly snapped his head to stare in front of him, mind scrabbling to keep up.

“Uhh, I...It's cold?”

“Pff, no it isn't!” The sound of mattresses dragging over the stone floor was loud. “Do you think Shaun will mind if we fuck on his bed?”

“Y-Yes?” Desmond stammered out, and then looked down at the condoms in his hands.

“Good.”

“We're not doing it on Baby?”

When Rebecca froze, and then turned around very slowly and rigidly, Desmond knew he had said something wrong.

“On Baby? You and Lucy...on Baby?”

“No! Uhh...I just...” He glanced to her to see if he could gauge just how much trouble he was in. She glared at him stonily. “I just...was being stupid?”

“Yeah, you were being stupid.” She repeated, her voice still hard and bitter, and then stiffly sat down on the bedrolls and mattresses she had dragged together. “Get over here.”

In all honesty Desmond couldn't think of anything he'd rather not do at that moment than walk over to a very angry, very insulted just-a-friend and fuck her, but life is life, and life demanded he do so. His erection demanded he do so. The two assassins waiting upstairs in a dilapidated old study demanded he do so. So, with great effort, he stood – well, actually, he kind of stooped rather than stood – and hobbled over to the beds, falling to his knees at the foot of the bed (and bruising them, because the mattresses were pretty god damn thin and the stone floor was pretty god damn hard.)

Rebecca snatched the box of condoms from him, slammed her hands down on his shoulders, and in one quick move that involved a twist of her hips and her leg thwacking into his side, flipped him to lie on his back with her straddling him triumphantly. Desmond gasped for breath a moment, head spinning and pounding from where it hit the floor through sheets and down, and felt his boxers being ripped from his legs. There was a hand on his cock. His toes were curling. Condoms spilled out of the box and onto the bed. One was thrown at his face.

“Open it.” Was Rebecca's quick order. Desmond's fingers seemed numb, fumbling to tear the wrapper. Her other hand was nowhere to be found, and he was afraid it would creep up on him out of nowhere and...do inappropriate...stuff or things. The wrapper finally tore open and split down the middle. The condom fell out of its wrapper with a plop, and landed on his barely-hairy-but-still-manly chest. It was snatched by the hand that left his cock almost instantaneously.

“Gonna be honest with you, Des, I haven't done this with a guy in years, so be gentle, yeah?”

“Uhh...” The condom was sat on top of his erection, and then rolling down...down. “Y-yeah. Yeah.”

“Fuck, it's too big.” Rebecca swore, and then her other hand was there, warm and slippery. Desmond raised himself onto his elbows.

“What?”

“The condom's too big. Lucy was lying.” Rebecca said, and played with the loose latex for a second before shrugging and raising into a kneeling position.

“Lucy talked about my dick?” Desmond asked, flabbergasted, and Rebecca nodded as she braced her legs either sides of his hips and reached beneath herself to steady his cock.

“Yeah. I think it was just to freak out Shaun though. He's really uptight about all of...this.” She lowered herself down, the soft head of Desmond hard cock pressing against her tight opening before slipping away through his inner lips, pushed away by unrelenting muscles. Desmond moaned as she grunted and re-positioned. He could feel her heat through the layer of latex between them, and could just hear how wet it all was as he slid over her.

“He uh...seems it – oh God!” He slipped away again.

“Yeah, puts a pillow on your lap as soon as you're in the Animus and everything. Doesn't even-” She hissed a curse as Desmond's member eluded her again, “-wait for you get hard any more and could your cock just get in me already!?”

Desmond blanched. She wanted him to take the initiative. Wonderful. Just what he needed. Now if he came quickly he would be less likely to get away with blaming her. Oh, and did she just say that Shaun was the one putting that pillow on his dick every day!? He could have sworn that was Lucy!

“Uhh, yeah just... lie down, lie down.” Desmond shuffled out of the way as she occupied his place with a huff of air, sprawled out and possibly fed-up. “And uh...lie on your side.”

“On my side?” Rebecca asked, raising an eyebrow as Desmond sat awkwardly to her left.

“Yeah.”

There was a rather long pause.

“Fine.” She rolled over so that her back faced him.

Despite being unimpressed, he was sorely reminded of how little time they had spent fucking and how much time they had spent wasting everyone's time. He shuffled over to her.

“Bend your knees towards your chest.” He said, and she curled them up. He placed a hand on the leg closest to him and pushed it up higher, and in his other hand held his cock steady. By now his erection was flagging. He cursed its timing as he stroked it back to life with a few twists of his wrist, and then pressed the tip to her opening. “That's it.” He murmured, and then pressed in.

He encountered resistance for a fraction of a second, and then finally eased in. Rebecca hissed beneath him like an angry snake. She was hot, tight, slick, clenching around him like a boa around its prey. He panted, hunched over her as she remained surprisingly prone and refused to tense up. His hips rolled, and another inch slipped in. She allowed herself a small gasp and yelp, and Desmond stilled.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah just...just wait a moment...” Rebecca said, biting her lip.

Desmond remained tortuously still, and rested a hand by her head for support as she breathed heavily, slowly relaxing. She nodded, and then hissed with pain again.

“I didn't even do anything!”

“Your hand is on my hair!”

“Oh...sorry.” He quickly moved it, and then pressed his hips forwards again, thrusting gently and shallowly.

“Uagh...”

Desmond found himself with his member fully encased by heat and muscle. His sac was tight and drawn up. All of his attention circled around his cock, and that finally, for the first time in months, he was fucking someone.

A low groan leaked from his lips.

“Oh, I like it when you make noise.” Rebecca said breathlessly.

“What?” Desmond asked incredulously.

“I said I like it when you make noise...Now are we going to lie here and piss off Shaun by making him stay out in the cold for a long amount of time, or are we going to fuck, and annoy Shaun by staining his sheets?”

“Uhh, the second one?”

“Good, then get on with it.” Rebecca sighed, a smile curling her lips.

Dumbly, Desmond nodded, and slowly, hesitantly, awkwardly, set a soft, gentle pace.

Slowly, the caution he put into his thrusts and the tension in his frame melted away. He lay his head on Rebecca's shoulder and moaned quietly.

In return he got a bored hum.

He froze.

“Oh come on Des. Put your back into it!” Rebecca sighed.

“R-right.”

His next thrust was sharper, deeper. Rebecca gasped. He eyelids fluttered. She revelled in it.

Already feeling embarrassed and ashamed Desmond thrusted again, as sharp, hard and fast as he did last time and quickly set a fast pace that had the both of them gasping for breath.

Rebecca moved her arm quickly to wrap it around Desmond's neck. His face fell from her shoulder to her armpit. Fingers were carding through his hair. He found his head caught in her underarm, stubble scratching his nose, surprisingly sharp.

“Moan.” Rebecca said, as he rocked his hips into her.

“Um...u-UUUhhhHh.” He said into her armpit. She groaned in response, fingers twisting the hair on his scalp.

“Louder!”

“UUUGH!”

“More!”

“UUUUUUUGH!”

There was something oddly satisfying about shouting into a woman's armpit.

Desmond managed to slip his head away and to her breast, which bounced with each of his thrusts, and mouthed it, the soft, supple flesh pliant to his lips and tongue.

That was better.

In fact, from thereon out things generally were better. There were still some forced moans, and once or twice he slipped out, but things seemed to generally be just fine. In fact, better than fine.

Desmond experienced one of the fiercest orgasms of his life. And proved to himself that he still ad at least some stamina left in doing so.

And Rebecca? Well, she seemed pretty happy too.

“I can't wait for you to get another boner!”

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The Rotor {3.b/?}

The Rotor {3.c/?}

The Rotor {3.d/?}