Though now that he knows what's coming, he can't help but pay extra attention to his surroundings on his way home. It's a quiet evening, all told, the lonely street causing his footfalls to echo slightly in his own ears.
Maybe he'll catch sight of him, before he shows himself. Not that he'll act any less surprised, of course. ]
[ Jacob knows that the smart place to grab Anduin would be somewhere between Haven and the Elevators, somewhere dark, somewhere that isn't patrolled by SIN Guards that won't take kindly to a Submissive "attacking" a Dominant.
But the Down is still busy. Especially those main routes between Haven and the only way to the Up. And the Up... well, its just not the right spot.
Besides, he's rather enjoying following Anduin, keeping above and behind, making sure he's not losing hi touch when it comes to following someone undetected.
But soon they're going to run out of city. Or at least densely packed buildings. Tracking Anduin the way he has been will be harder and harder the closer the other gets to home.
Which is when Jacob decides to make his move. Silent and quick, he drops down from the low roof of one suburban house into the shrubs, keeping low as gains on the tall, handsome blond and grabs him, hand over his mouth, other arm wrapping around him, pinning the priest's arms if he can.]
What have we here? A pretty Dominant out all alone?
[ For as long as he can remember, Anduin's life has been long stretches of tension, waiting for something to break. The inevitability of chaos upending order, war shattering peace. Much as he hates what follows there is a sense of something close to relief when the other shoe finally drops.
As he gets closer and closer to home, he wonders if Jacob is coming at all, if maybe something has delayed him. The tension threads tighter as he hears nothing, sees nothing, imagination left to play with the possibilities and then-- ]
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[ That warm hand claps over his mouth, the familiar feeling of Jacob's arm winds around him, and for a split-second? He relaxes entirely, the tension bleeding out of his frame.
There, at last.
Only then does he start to twist in his grip, making a noise of ardent protest against the weight of his palm, before attempting to bite the edge. ]
[Jacob feels the movement, the way Anduin's head turns, the opening of his mouth, feels the intake of breath against his palm and he likes it. He shouldn't, but he does. He likes the rough games, the edge of pain, the rush of adrenaline, and he likes it all the more when it's Anduin.
No one is going to get seriously hurt in this. A few scrapes, a few bruises, a few bite marks that linger for a day or two. But it's the rush he really wants. It's what they both want. Anduin needs it, just like he does.
He pulls Anduin back, off the street and into the shadows where the shrubs are wilder, and there are more trees to hide them, keeping his grip on the other man tight as he presses him bodily against one of those broad, tall pine trees. ]
You and me are going to a little place I know, and we're going to get better acquainted. And once I've got what I want from you, maybe I'll call your pretty little house-wife, and she can come fetch you. If she can afford you.
[ The rough bark scrapes against the front of his clothes, catching against buttons, one even popping loose as he squirms. Alas, shifting his weight back and forth doesn't appear to be giving him any helpful sort of traction.
He does manage to wrench his head free, shaking his head furiously. ]
You leave her out of this! Whatever it is you want...I have money. Just take what you want and leave me be.
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Actually...I had a thought. A foolish one, perhaps, but.
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Perhaps instead of playing bodyguard, we could play at the dangerous scoundrel instead.
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Three taps to end it, then?
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But if I'm being gagged, I imagine it won't do much good.
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I might not gag you for the whole thing. I do like to hear you gasp.
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Jacob, I am shocked.
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Be careful on your walk home.
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Though now that he knows what's coming, he can't help but pay extra attention to his surroundings on his way home. It's a quiet evening, all told, the lonely street causing his footfalls to echo slightly in his own ears.
Maybe he'll catch sight of him, before he shows himself. Not that he'll act any less surprised, of course. ]
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But the Down is still busy. Especially those main routes between Haven and the only way to the Up. And the Up... well, its just not the right spot.
Besides, he's rather enjoying following Anduin, keeping above and behind, making sure he's not losing hi touch when it comes to following someone undetected.
But soon they're going to run out of city. Or at least densely packed buildings. Tracking Anduin the way he has been will be harder and harder the closer the other gets to home.
Which is when Jacob decides to make his move. Silent and quick, he drops down from the low roof of one suburban house into the shrubs, keeping low as gains on the tall, handsome blond and grabs him, hand over his mouth, other arm wrapping around him, pinning the priest's arms if he can.]
What have we here? A pretty Dominant out all alone?
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As he gets closer and closer to home, he wonders if Jacob is coming at all, if maybe something has delayed him. The tension threads tighter as he hears nothing, sees nothing, imagination left to play with the possibilities and then-- ]
!
[ That warm hand claps over his mouth, the familiar feeling of Jacob's arm winds around him, and for a split-second? He relaxes entirely, the tension bleeding out of his frame.
There, at last.
Only then does he start to twist in his grip, making a noise of ardent protest against the weight of his palm, before attempting to bite the edge. ]
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[Jacob feels the movement, the way Anduin's head turns, the opening of his mouth, feels the intake of breath against his palm and he likes it. He shouldn't, but he does. He likes the rough games, the edge of pain, the rush of adrenaline, and he likes it all the more when it's Anduin.
No one is going to get seriously hurt in this. A few scrapes, a few bruises, a few bite marks that linger for a day or two. But it's the rush he really wants. It's what they both want. Anduin needs it, just like he does.
He pulls Anduin back, off the street and into the shadows where the shrubs are wilder, and there are more trees to hide them, keeping his grip on the other man tight as he presses him bodily against one of those broad, tall pine trees. ]
You and me are going to a little place I know, and we're going to get better acquainted. And once I've got what I want from you, maybe I'll call your pretty little house-wife, and she can come fetch you. If she can afford you.
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He does manage to wrench his head free, shaking his head furiously. ]
You leave her out of this! Whatever it is you want...I have money. Just take what you want and leave me be.
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