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[ 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. ]

You're a mess.

[ 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. ]

That's it, just take it.

[ 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.]

Ah...

[ 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. ]

[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.

Nnn...

[ A quiver ripples through him at the touch, the blond's eyes flickering upwards. Oh it'd be too easy to grind forward against that pressure, get some relief...and utterly debase himself in the process. ]

You got...what you wanted...

[ Light, but his voice sounds so hoarse. So broken, even to his own ears. ]

Now let me go.

[ Jacob watches with hungry eyes, his lips pulling into another wicked grin, willing Anduin to try and get himself off. Just to encourage him, he lifts his toes slightly, rubbing the leather against those heavy balls. ]

I don't think I did love. I never actually told you what I wanted, did I? So how can you be so sure?

[ He let's go of his cock, tucking himself back into his trousers and then wiping his hand on Anduin's cheek, smearing cum over his skin.]

[ For a moment, he almost seems willing. He turns into the touch, the cooling wet spreading against his skin, the pressure just beneath his cock that he could endure, or seek more of. Just a little shift of his hips, and the toe of that boot could be rubbing the underside of his cock.

Some half-choked noise of frustration leaves his throat as he finally pulls away from that hand. ]

You said...you wanted to. To ruin me.

[ Jacob hums, a note of pleasure as Anduin seems to tremble on the edge, fighting the urge to give in and get off versus preserving what dignity he still has.

Out comes the phone again, and Jacob takes another photo, before turning the device around so Anduin can see himself, the cum on his face, on his chest, and the glimpse of his erection at the bottom of the frame.]

I don't think you're ruined just yet. Besides, you haven't cum have you?

[ And that's when Jacob shifts his foot, nudging the base of Anduin's cock, but it's hardly enough to push him over the edge.]

[ Thinking about what he must look like is one thing. Seeing it is another. For a moment he doesn't recognize himself, looking like some salacious image from one of the cities books or movies.

Panting and pink and desperate, cock full and dark and dripping with pre-come as Jacob's boot teases against it. He turns his head away from the phone, gritting his teeth and curling his fingers into his palms. ]

No.

[ Not an answer but a demand, with what shreds of dignity he has left. ]

That's right. But it sounds to me like you don't want to.

[ The phone goes away, Anduin clearly doesn't want to admire what he looks like, and that's just fine. Instead, Jacob goes back to stroking the soft strands of gold, enjoying petting the other for a few moments before he steps away, leaving Anduin there in front of the wide windows as he takes his hoodie off and dumps it on a chair but the wall, out of Anduin's current view.]

Anyone who comes by could see you right now. Tied up. Covered in cum. That cock so hard. I could invite them in, let them use you too.

[ Then he pulls off his tshirt, and kicks off his boots. Then he steps back towards Anduin, just in his jeans, and looks down at him, and then further down, to the drops of pre-cum on the hardwood floor. ]

Lick that up.

[ Upon his return, Anduin glances back. Of course he does. Jacob is an incredibly handsome man, after all, thick muscles and wiry hair, scarred and tattooed, the very image of a dashing scoundrel from all those bard's tales, with a smile that promises such sinful delights.

There's no hiding the way his eyes go soft for a moment, before the order is given. His eyes drop momentarily, muscles in his back tensing. ]

Can't...clean up your own mess?

[ Less scathing than intended, given how hoarse his voice sounds, he clearly hasn't noticed that it's his mess. A fact he'd deny, of course. There's no way he's enjoying this.

Clearly. ]

Why should I, when I have you?

[ He reaches out to stroke Anduin's hair again, clearly enjoying that as much as he's enjoying the rest. ]

Maybe I'll let you go once you tidy up. Maybe I won't. But the fact is you will do it, pretty pet.

[ Jacob doesn't let Anduin have the chance to decide if he's going to do it by choice or not. He's crouched down at his side, reaching out to gather the drops of pre-cum from the blond's cock, and then holding those fingers up to Anduin's mouth.]

Lick.

[ The priest shivers, eyes closing as those fingers draw nearer, seconds stretching out as the question lingers if he'll obey or not. Then, just the barest dart of his tongue, tasting his own bitter spend on the other's fingers...

And his cock shouldn't twitch at that but oh it does. ]

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