[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ The words aren't cruel, but they could be. There's amusement there, teasing, as hips continue to rock, edging deeper and deeper with each thrust. There's something wonderful about this, taking control from Anduin and just using him, a pretty mouth to fuck, a mouth to ruin. From the look in his eyes, he's already half gone, giving in to the situation he finds himself in.
But Jacob hasn't finished with him yet. Another roll of the hips and the head of his cock brushes the back of Anduin's throat, only for a second, but it's the first hint of something far more intense than what has come to pass so far.]
But I'm gonna make you filthy before the end of this.
[ There's no answer he can give, eyelids lowering as he tips his head slightly. Feeling him edge further towards his throat and knowing what he intends...
He's not sure if he can, but he wants to. So he goes still, relaxes as much as he's able to, gazing up expectantly and waiting for Jacob to move with a shiver of anticipation coursing through him. ]
[ He does want it, and the way Anduin tips his head to accommodate him is all the encouragement he needs. Not that he forces himself all the way yet, giving Anduin a few more moments to get used to the feeing.
Then, with another slow thrust, he sinks himself right in, until Anduin's lips are right around the base of his cock. He groans, cock throbbing, the intensity of the heat and slick around him almost too much. But he remembers himself, only holding Anduin there for one... two... three...
And then he pulls back, expecting to see the blond gasping for air, saliva strings between his swollen lips and Jacob's cock.]
[ The effort to act slips away, his lips brushing against the coarse tangle of dark hair at the base of Jacob's cock, and it feels like it should be too much. He doesn't think of breathing, of moving, of doing anything beyond holding him there, warm and heavy and full in his throat...
And then he swallows, throat bobbing around that faint bulge, before the assassin draws back. Then, Jacob's given the visual he imagined he would, a ragged gasp, lips pink and swollen and slick, eyes watering for no reason he can fathom in the moment. ]
[ It's incredible, the wonderful bliss that makes his body ache and pulse, so close to orgasm that the shock of cold air in the room makes him gasp. Not that it does any good, it doesn't stop him feeling like he's on the brink when Anduin looks up at him like that, ruined and panting, eyes wet and lips thick.]
Fuck, look at you...
[His grip on Anduin's hair stays tight, keeping him held in place, while Jacob's other hand curls around his prick, stroking himself from root to tip, breathing hard as the first wave of his orgasm hits him, the thick rope of cum vaguely aimed over Anduin where he kneels.]
[ That's all that escapes him as that first warm splash catches against his skin, pearly white trickling down his cheek and catching in those overlong golden strands that hang loose around his face. His eyes shut as another pulse catches across the bridge of his nose, and he wriggles for a moment before remembering no, he can't reach to swipe it away.
Light only knows what he looks like, panting and sticky with come, not even his own. And yet there's a pulse of satisfaction there, being marked like this.
[He looks incredible, and Jacob is transfixed even as he continues to stroke, to wring the last of his orgasm out, the smaller spurts landing on Anduin's ample chest, enough to make Jacob groan out loud again as he feels his cock give a hopeful twitch, but he's spent. At least he is for the moment.
So he allows himself to admire his handiwork, Anduin's swollen lips, his lust-blown eyes, face splattered with cum, and the fact his cock is so hard and unattended.]
You enjoyed that, didn't you? Being used?
[He ignores how raspy his voice is, and instead shifts, nudging Anduin's cock and balls with the toe of his boot, just to see what reaction he gets.]
It looks like you did. Maybe you should be a submissive.
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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. ]
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[ 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...
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[ 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.
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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. ]
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[ 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.
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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...
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[ 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.
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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Only for his gaze to lift, for him to give the briefest of nods. It's alright. He can take it. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.
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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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[ The words aren't cruel, but they could be. There's amusement there, teasing, as hips continue to rock, edging deeper and deeper with each thrust. There's something wonderful about this, taking control from Anduin and just using him, a pretty mouth to fuck, a mouth to ruin. From the look in his eyes, he's already half gone, giving in to the situation he finds himself in.
But Jacob hasn't finished with him yet. Another roll of the hips and the head of his cock brushes the back of Anduin's throat, only for a second, but it's the first hint of something far more intense than what has come to pass so far.]
But I'm gonna make you filthy before the end of this.
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He's not sure if he can, but he wants to. So he goes still, relaxes as much as he's able to, gazing up expectantly and waiting for Jacob to move with a shiver of anticipation coursing through him. ]
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[ He does want it, and the way Anduin tips his head to accommodate him is all the encouragement he needs. Not that he forces himself all the way yet, giving Anduin a few more moments to get used to the feeing.
Then, with another slow thrust, he sinks himself right in, until Anduin's lips are right around the base of his cock. He groans, cock throbbing, the intensity of the heat and slick around him almost too much. But he remembers himself, only holding Anduin there for one... two... three...
And then he pulls back, expecting to see the blond gasping for air, saliva strings between his swollen lips and Jacob's cock.]
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And then he swallows, throat bobbing around that faint bulge, before the assassin draws back. Then, Jacob's given the visual he imagined he would, a ragged gasp, lips pink and swollen and slick, eyes watering for no reason he can fathom in the moment. ]
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Fuck, look at you...
[His grip on Anduin's hair stays tight, keeping him held in place, while Jacob's other hand curls around his prick, stroking himself from root to tip, breathing hard as the first wave of his orgasm hits him, the thick rope of cum vaguely aimed over Anduin where he kneels.]
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[ That's all that escapes him as that first warm splash catches against his skin, pearly white trickling down his cheek and catching in those overlong golden strands that hang loose around his face. His eyes shut as another pulse catches across the bridge of his nose, and he wriggles for a moment before remembering no, he can't reach to swipe it away.
Light only knows what he looks like, panting and sticky with come, not even his own. And yet there's a pulse of satisfaction there, being marked like this.
His, I'm his, he wants them to know...
Always such a novel sensation. Even now. ]
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So he allows himself to admire his handiwork, Anduin's swollen lips, his lust-blown eyes, face splattered with cum, and the fact his cock is so hard and unattended.]
You enjoyed that, didn't you? Being used?
[He ignores how raspy his voice is, and instead shifts, nudging Anduin's cock and balls with the toe of his boot, just to see what reaction he gets.]
It looks like you did. Maybe you should be a submissive.
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