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[ 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. ]

[ Jacob's eyes half-close, dark as chocolate as they watch Anduin's tongue tastes him, and he let's out a low groan. What is it about those eyes, that golden halo of hair that makes him feel like a demon?

Maybe it's the fact that he's got Anduin bound, or that he reaches back to undo Anduin's hair and let it fall free, before stroking his fingers through it.]

That's it. That's what you're made for.

[ The flush along his cheekbones darkens, but he seems to take it for the encouragement it is, tilting closer to close his lips around him. Jacob's fingers card through his hair, and he sinks lower, letting him slide slowly over his tongue and back again, chest hitching with a faint intake of breath before taking him down again.

It's as if the warmth in Jacob's eyes is sinking down into the marrow of his bones. Light, but he's missed him terribly. ]

[ He let's Anduin keep going, set his own pace, and simply enjoys it. He knows his expression is fond, and it shouldn't be, but he can't help himself.

But he stops and instead his fingers grip tightly in Anduin's hair, and pressing his hips forward, sinking deep into his mouth.]

Fuck. Fuck that's good.

[ The pressure on his scalp tightens, pulse hitching in his throat, and suddenly there's fare more of that weight sinking past his lips, filling his mouth, pressing towards the back of his throat. Instinctively he gives a noise of protest and pushes back against those fingers holding him in place.

Only for his gaze to lift, for him to give the briefest of nods. It's alright. He can take it. ]

[Jacob sees that nod, small as it is, his fingers rub into the back of Anduin's head, the touch a caress, before he pulls his hips back, gives Anduin a moment, and presses back in. Deeper than before, heat surrounding him, and he feels that pleasure begin to really warm through him, radiating up from where Anduin's mouth stretches around him.

He holds himself there for a second, but not too long, not more than Anduin can take it, keeping himself focused on the other's eyes, on his breathing, and then pulling back again. Give him a moment to recover, and then forward again, getting him used to the pace, the fullness, the saliva that gathers against his prick.]

[ Another strained sound wells up, muffled hopelessly as Anduin finds himself pulled back in with an obscenely wet noise. Deeper, further, and he has to hold himself still as the scent and taste of the assassin fills his senses.

Dark, bitter, so very familiar by now, it's all that exists. All that matters, even more than his own straining cock.

When Jacob finally draws back there's a swift intake of breath through the young priest's nose, and yet another effort to pull back against that grip. That lasts about as long as it takes before Jacob slides deep once more, pushing past his lips with ease. Another wet noise and he knows his mouth is watering, unable to swallow around him, but it just makes the slide that much easier.

It's easier to relax his jaw and simply let him, even if he is still glaring indignantly. ]

[That glare, he wishes he could capture it right now, preserve it and then he realises he can. His phone is in the pocket of his jacket, and so with his one hand still tight in Anduin's hair, he pulls it free and then opens up the camera with a swipe of his thumb. He doesn't bother saying "smile for the camera" or giving Anduin any warning, the blond can see what he's doing, but with his hands bound behind his back, and his mouth so full, what can he do about it?

So Jacob takes a handful of pictures, a few when he's deep in Anduin's mouth, a couple more once he's pulled back and then he puts the device away again. ]

That'll keep me warm on cold nights.

[ The camera clicks softly, over and over. Capturing him in complete disarray, flushed deep red, eyes hazy and mouth full of cock.

Nothing.

He can do nothing.

There's some relief in that, not being able to orchestrate any of this, the camera a reminder how completely out of his hands this is. All he can do is continue to muffle what protests he can, the noise sinking into skin like a low hum, his tongue rising as much as he's able to when that full length slides back again.

Over and over again, breaths of air coming as rhythmically as those thrusts will allow, punctuated by soft, thready hums and the soft wet 'pop' of his lips drawing back from slick skin. ]

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