asscreedkinkmeme | Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

Lucy slurped loudly, and then moaned herself.

It kind of sounded ridiculous, but it felt fucking amazing.

He moaned deeply, and screwed up his hands. He was close – stupidly, embarrassingly close. What if he was mocked for coming too fast? What if he couldn't live it down? God, what if he had no stamina any more?! What if he disappointed everyone?!

“L-Lucy-!” He started, trying to get her off of him so that he could last longer.

She pulled off with one last, long lick from base to tip and an oddly chaste kiss. Her hand continued to massage the base of his member.

“Yes?” She asked, and her throat might have been a little sore, her jaw looked like it hurt, and her lips were red and swollen.

“Um-”

“The sooner you come the sooner we can get back to work. The sooner this is all over.” She said, as if she could read Desmond's uncertainty. Her voice had changed again from the syrupy, seductive tone into her clipped business tone. Desmond hesitated, and then nodded.

“Uh, I'll be quick then.” He said, and hoped that the excuse covered what was going to be a shamefully quick climax. “Tissues?”

Lucy fished around in her pocket and drew out a squashed packet of travel-tissues. They fell beside his lap on the chair, she licked at the head again.

“No-!” Desmond squeaked – holy fuck this is embarrassing – and was relieved when Lucy drew away, seeming to understand, and instead jerked him off with higher intensity, the pressure growing at the tip of Desmond's cock until it burst. He came with a low cry and groan, spurts of his come landing on his shirt, lap and legs, and narrowly missing the upholstery of Baby's chair.

As soon as he was finished Lucy tugged back her hand and stood up. The interaction was officially over. Desmond panted heavily and fought the temptation to fall back against the Animus and fall asleep.

“Get clean, I have to wash up and clean my teeth and let the other two in.”

Groggily Desmond took a tissue from the packet.

“And Desmond?”

Desmond grunted, and looked up from wiping come off of his thigh and the tip of his softening cock.

“I'm sorry it was so...awkward.” Lucy said, her voice now a comfortable, friendly tone, something Desmond was much more used to hearing. He relaxed, a tension he hadn't noticed there leaving him.

“That's okay. It was...good.”

“Only good?” Lucy joked, as Desmond mopped up more of his come.

Desmond smiled at his lap. “Great. It was great.”

“...You've got come on your shirt.”

“What?...Oh fuck.”

One changed shirt, four washed hands, a toothbrush and four binned tissues later and everyone came back into the hideout. Shaun was bright red. His eyes danced around, afraid to settle on one place. Rebecca kept taking in long breaths through her nose in a subtle way, as if trying her best to detect a hint of sex in the air. Lucy was trying her best to pretend like nothing had happened and Desmond lay down in the Animus, rigid, awkward and worried. What is the other two had noticed how it didn't take them that long? What if they all thought he was immature? What if-?

The white room of the Animus loading screen was a welcome distraction. Desmond cast the memory behind him and tried his best to focus on his job.

That is SUPER AMAZING awkward sex, no lie.

It's weird, but the little POV slip in the middle where we're in Lucy's head was interesting. I liked that everyone involved did actually want this, somewhere, and in a different universe Des and Lucy could set the world a-fire, even if they HAD to do this at this time in this way because sexual frustration was turning Desmond's head inside out. All of these sincere non-sexual emotions sloshing around in my porn; very, very cool.

ALSO OT4 4-EVAR! I'm so glad you decided to go this route, eee!

GOOD because that is the first het I've written in five years, no lie.

Thank God that the sincere emotions are wanted, then, because I worried for a moment that OP wanted only awkward sex, you know?

Me too, it's definitely a new route for me!

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!

Oh shit yes, my OT4.

Desmond freaking out about his stamina is just the best thing I've ever read.

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!”

.....this whole thing was the best fill I've read in uhhh ever.

[DEAR CAPTCHA, HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO TYPE ON TEN TO THE POWER OF MINUS NINE?)

Oh, I am loving this fill. It isn't just smex, it's somewhat awkward smex, and frantic smex, and I almost feel bad for Des (but I'm not, because he *is* getting laid, awkward or not.)

I can't wait for the section with Shaun! (Will this eventually end up with all of them in a big ol' pile? I would love you forever if this ended up as an OT4.)

:DDDDDD AWESOME AWKWARD SEX IS AWESOME.

I love how Rebecca says it's been a while since she slept with a guy, and that she was all about hearing Des enjoy himself! (Heh.) It was so cool that she was like "Let's do this thing!" She totally went through a phase where she slept with anyone who said yes, then used the experience to narrow it down to what really worked, right? "Ladies, check. Penetrative sex, check. Loud partners, check." SCIENCE!

ARMPITS. Strangely vulnerable and attractive, but smelly under 99% of all conditions. The detail of hair/no hair was nice, because that's the first thing I wondered about.

That's a pretty twisty sex position (by the end), and honestly one I haven't seen in a fic before. Congratulations, you showed me a New Thing! Isn't it lovely to have two chara to work with that can honestly be expected to be strong and flexible. :)

Author~~!anon~~ please don't abandon this!
I enjoyed the awkward way more than I should and really hope to see what you come up with for Shaun

~~Oh God how long have I left this for now?~~
I'm trying to stay on top of it, but life's an absolute bitch and in all honesty my new meds have kind of ruined my libido, so writing about sex really isn't on my mind. But for you, anons, I will try my best.

No pressure! It's already good knowing you're still around and have not forgotten about this.
Dealin g with RL issues is way more important than some anon readers on a (mostly inactive) kinkmeme

hey! I... umh, I just wanna tell you, I like this fic very much and I cannot wait for the next.
I'm very obsessed with SHaun/Des stuff so, when I read there will be sex even with him, well, I screamed of joy.
So, umh, take your time dear writer and don't mind to my blabbing.
But please, don't leave this fantastic piece of fiction unfinished.
ALL HAIL SHAUN/DES!
PS: I dunno why, but I think this time Shaun will bottom. I usually don't like him doing that but it depends by the situations and. Unf.

I'll return to the dark corner where I come from.

My head canon came up for a terrible idea (based off of someone else's fill about Ezio/Leo being continually interrupted) where somehow Desmond had a Bleeding Effect moment during his session with Shaun and saw Shaun as Leonardo... or worse yet, was himself but hallucinated Bartolomeo d'Alviano seeing HIM and and Shaun as Ezio and Leonardo!

'If it weren't awkward enough having sex with Shaun, I'm having sex with Shaun WHILE BARTOLOMEO D'ALVIANO DOES RUNNING COMMENTARY THAT ONLY I CAN HEAR...'

P.S. Author-anon, feel no obligation to use or not use the above idea, your fill is FAR more than I could have possibly asked for when I saw the prompt.

I don't know who's bottoming, but I know -- with the author's permission -- which one Shaun thinks he'll be:

youtu.be/BawzHdESsXQ

If you're still reading this thread, please understand that you DO have readers who are still following this fill but who accept that you have real-life things that come first (and hopefully have been taken care of?), if that will help you.

Again, all of what you've posted has been more than any of us could have hoped for, especially throwing emotional awkwardness and not (just) stereotypical sexual awkwardness into it.

P.S. Captcha: yes, "delivey Energy" to the author...

You're very very kind, thank you.
I really can't think of anything else to say...

This. This is awesome.

Me gusta.

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Thank you for it and all future installments!

Oh my...

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