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[ It's not as easy as that, of course. Instinct kicks in almost at once, and he tries to turn his head away from the cloth in immediate protest. It's only Jacob's grip on his arm that prevails, keeping him from turning away completely before the soft fabric is shoved in over his tongue, wadding up uncomfortably against the roof of his mouth.

No yelling for help, after all. Even if he'd intended to.

His baleful looks momentarily vanish as they step inside this strange new residence. His eyes flicker over the extent of it, wondering how Jacob even had access to a place like this, but he isn't left to wonder for long before he's being shoved forward.

Ah. And there, the reproachful glare is back again, as he regains his balance and turns, shoulders stiff, reaching up to finally pull the cloth loose. ]

[ Jacob had planned to pull that free himself, now they were indoors, but Anduin beats him to it.]

You're being disobedient.

[ It's a quiet reminder, that only a few minutes ago Anduin had promised to be good. But if he wants to resist, they can play rough. ]

You're mine, until I decide to let you go. Give me what I want, and it will be easier for both of us. Struggle? And I'll have to be rough with you. Understand?

Yes, why don't I make it easier for the person who kidnapped me off the streets? How inconsiderate of me.

[ And he tosses the cloth aside, shoulders straightening. Too easy to remember how to be that impertinent prince giving his captors a hard time.

Though none of them had ever intended what Jacob does. At least, not that he recalls. ]

[ Jacob's mouth curls into a smile, the rest of his face still hidden by his hood. He had hoped Anduin would fight and just like that, he gets his wish. ]

Very inconsiderate, considering how nice I've been.

[ He steps closer, hand moving to stroke over Anduin's cheek, before gripping his chin, tugging him forward into a biting kiss. More bite than kiss, catching his lower lip in a sharp nip.]

I won't be nice any more pet.

'Nice'?

[ There's an incredulousness to his tone, before Jacob pulls him into that kiss, and it's difficult to remember to be angry. Not to melt into him, dig his fingers into his hair and kiss this man that he loves so dearly.

Somehow, he remembers himself, yelping at the bite and pulling back to touch his lip tenderly before frowning. ]

I've been kidnapped by far worse than you, but even they had better manners.

[ He's knows he is toeing a line between pain and pleasure with that bite, a line that Anduin and he have walked before, so he doesn't worry too much about the yelp. It seems Anduin is enjoying this, and Jacob is glad about that. They've learned a lot together in the last year or so, and hopefully they can learn a little more tonight. ]

Manners? Oh pet, I'm not going to bow and scrape to you. But I'm going to make you say please and thank you for everything I give you.

[ His left hand moves, blade sliding free from where it rested in the gauntlet, and in one swift movement the rest of the buttons on his coat are sliced free. ]

Take it off pet. Or I'll cut the rest of your clothes off you too.

[ To his credit, he doesn't flinch as the blade flashes in the light, and the sound of buttons scattering nearby fill his ears. Oh, the story he's going to have for Gilia when he asks for her help mending those, later...

Jaw tense, he shifts out of the coat, letting it drop to the floor behind him. Never letting his eyes stray from Jacob for a moment. ]

[ That hungry smile grows larger, watching as the coat is removed and the young priest is there in that well tailored shirt. He reaches forward, the blade sliding back into its housing, as Jacob's palm closes on one of those muscular pectoral, squeezing.]

Very nice. Maybe I should have stolen one of those little nightdresses your submissive wears, and got you to slip it on for me? I bet you'd look good.

[ So saying, he lets go and steps back.]

Now the rest of it. Everything, off and in a pile on the floor.

[ His lips part to tell him not to mention her, before snapping shut again, clearly thinking the better of it.

With a soft huff, he reaches up to start unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly, the fabric peels away from scarred skin, left to drift down to the floor. Then his belt. Then, pants...and nothing beneath, as it happens.

And there's just the barest trace of a wet sheen along the back of his thigh, leading up to the inner curve of his ass. Preparations, as he'd mentioned. ]

[ All of Jacob's attention lingers on those movements, enjoying the show that is just for him. He can't help but remember all the other times he has watched Anduin slip out of his clothes, but every time is glorious, makes his heart beat harder and his cock begin to throb.

That's what happens now, as he moves to circle his captive, letting his eyes feast on every inch of bare skin, but forcing himself not to touch just yet.

And then he spots the slick shine on the inside of Anduin's skin, and his fingers press between those tight round cheeks.]

Are you all wet for me, Anduin?

[ He stiffens, starts to move away from those questing fingers. ]

Bold of you to think it'd be for you.

[ Not quite as scathing as it could be, but a passable effort. ]

[ Jacob makes a "tsk" noise, tongue clicking against his teeth, as Anduin tries to shift away. ]

Have you ever heard the adage finders keepers? I found you, I keep you. And I'll use you as I want.

[ And he doesn't stop touching, fingers pressing closer, proding, searching, and Jacob's other hand moving to hold Anduin by the throat, keeping him still. ]

So you say...

[ Something flickers in his eyes as that grip presses in against his throat. Not tight, not hard enough to hurt or injure or lessen his breath, but it still puts a shiver down his spine as Jacob explores just how thoroughly he's prepared himself.

Warm, slick and easy, those digits press in against tense muscle. ]

[ It's true, his fingers meet little resistance, sinking into Anduin with ease. He can't resist thrusting them in, easing out and then pressing in again, feeling Anduin's body accommodate him. He feels Anduin swallow too, the thud of his heartbeat against his palm so strong and quick.]

I can't wait to fuck you. I bet you'll feel so good on my cock. Pretty dominants always do.

No, not there. Wait, I...

[ That pink starts to rise higher in his cheeks, fingers curling into his palms as he fights not to move. That pressure builds, presses in so easily, and his mind's eye is already imagining what it'll feel like.

But he has to keep up the act. He wets his lips again, glancing back over his shoulder. ]

Isn't there anything else I could do, instead?

[ Jacob's fingers, having worked down to the second knuckle, suddenly stop. They don't pull free, they don't move deeper, they just stop, right there. ]

Oh, maybe. Maybe there's something you can do... but I don't think a good, polite boy like you would agree.

[ And then his fingers move again, right down to the last knuckle, filling Anduin right up. ]

Mmph!

[ He bites down on his lower lip with a strained noise, back going stiff, body clenching tight around those digits. Oh, but it's not from revulsion, no, the farthest thing from it. He swallows again with a shaky breath. ]

Anything else...please...

Anything else?

[ There's a moment of musing on that, weighing up options, his fingers remaining deep inside Anduin and moving so very slightly, scissoring against the tight vice-like grip of his body. ]

Alright.

[ And the hand releases from Anduin's throat.]

You're going to blow me.

[ For a moment, it's unclear if he'll stop. If he won't just continue to leave him standing here, toying with him until his resolve unravels itself. There's merit to that idea, true, but even so he's still relieved when that hand leaves his throat.

Quick as he can he draws away and turns, protecting his back as he catches his breath. His eyes dart lower, hovering at Jacob's beltline before lifting. ]

And then you'll let me go? I do this and you'll be done with me.

[ As if there were any room left to bargain with. ]

Maybe.

[ Jacob replies, letting Anduin turn away and letting his eyes rove over the younger man's chest once more, and the dropping lower, that gorgeous cock clearly stirring.

His hands go to his belt, unfastened it and pulling it free from the loops of his jeans, but he doesn't drop it to the ground as Anduin had done with his. ]

Hands behind your back.

[ Oh.

There's a little lub in his ribcage at that realization, and there's no hiding how hard he is, despite the immediate rebuff as his back straightens. ]

I already said I would, there's no need...

Shut up.

[ Jacob doesn't let him finish, grabbing the other by the elbow and tugging him around, pulling his hands behind his back. Then the belt is wrapped around his wrists, and then part-way up his forearms, before buckling and knotting the leather.

He then puts his hand on Anduin's shoulder and pushes him down. ]

Start putting your mouth where it belongs.

[ The flat of the leather digs in differently than the rope, far less pressure while being stiff enough to restrict even minute movements. Even the way he shoves him down speaks to some measure of care, making sure he can go down at his own pace, avoiding pressure on his bad knee.

He manages one last look of distaste before settling into a kneeling position. ]

Clearly you didn't think this through. I can't do anything with my hands tied behind my back.

[ It comes out almost sulky, peering upwards from under that fringe of pale blond, lips twisted tight. ]

[ And there's the same measure of care when Jacob takes hold of Anduin's chin again, stroking over that lower lip. All the while Jacob's unfastened the fly of his jeans and pulls his cock free, stroking himself and making sure Anduin is watching, loving the way those bright blue eyes take him in.]

You don't need hands. Just your mouth.

[ Jacob moves forward and presses his thumb into the blond's mouth, getting him to open up. ]

[ It barely takes any effort at all. After all, he'd learned how to do this from Jacob himself. How better to show his teacher how much he'd grown?

There's the barest façade of something tentative there before he leans forward, tongue darting over the head, all the while those bright blue eyes remained fixed on the face above him. ]

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