[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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.]
[ 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. ]
[ His other hand goes back to Anduin's hair, holding his head there, keeping him from pulling away again. ]
And then I'm going to put my fingers in your mouth, and you're going to suck. Just like you wanted to do on my cock, didn't you? You're going to suck my fingers clean, and you're going to be so hungry for more that you're going to lick all the cum off the floor.
[ It's a last, defiant snarl, sharp words for the normally gentle soul, but with nowhere to back away to it's only a matter of time. Again his tongue laps out against his finger tips, circles them slowly, sweeping the pads for every last trace of himself. ]
[ Jacob just grins at the attempt at an insult, he's been called much worse by people doing much worse things to him. And Anduin does do as he's told, licking the last hint of his own cum away.
And the Jacob pushes his fingers into Anduin's mouth, against his tongue, holding them there for a few seconds before pulling them free.]
Well done.
[ He says it, stroking Anduin's hair again. Once he releases him, that hard goes down to the belt that still keeps his arms trapped, and uses the leather to pull Anduin back a few inches. That way, when he leans down, he can easily get to the drops of cum on the floor.
But he will struggle to do that while tied. And yet, Jacob makes no more to release him.]
[ Despite the indignant noise, he holds still. Lets Jacob press into his mouth. And maybe some of that haze returns his eyes, that sense of being low, but safe. Secure. This is what he's meant to do, the weight against the back of his head telling him so.
Focus drifts, his gaze only focused on Jacob, trailing upwards before meeting his gaze. The praise soaks into him, tension starting to ease...
Then he's pulling away, and there's a thread of resistance as he tries to move with him. Before he remembers himself. Before the next order comes and he gives an impulsive tug against the belt before bending to obey.
There's a pause of true hesitance, before his tongue darts out against the floor, and his fingers and clenched so tightly Jacob can no doubt see the whites of his knuckles. ]
Perfect. Such a perfect pet. You look so good like that. Like you were made for it.
[ And he'll go back, not to petting Anduin's hair, but stroking his back, his sides, over his scarred shoulders. Touching him and enjoying him, enjoying the power and control he has.
And as Anduin licks, Jacob feels his cock begin to try and swell again. Fuck, he really wants to pound into Anduin, really make use of that hole. But he'll need spreading out again, no doubt about that.
So he walks his fingers down Anduin's back, down the base of his spine and between his cheeks, fingers teasing his hole again.]
[ The result is immediately, as Anduin lifts his head and twists, trying in vain to pull away. Even if he put his full strength into it, he's not sure he could, with the hold Jacob has on him.
[ Those fingers continue to tease, circling over the ring of muscle, still slightly slick but not as much as he had been before. He doesn't try and sink into Anduin, just wants to keep him on edge. ]
You did, didn't you? Was it nice? Tell me that you liked it, pet. Is your pretty cock still hard? Is it still dripping?
[ He bites into his lower lip, refusing to answer. Refusing to give him that while he refuses to either draw back or sink deeper. Instead they dance the edge, the balance still swaying, his stomach growing tighter with anticipation trying to reason what will come next.
Still far too eager to think his way out of this. ]
The blond makes a hitched, startled noise, eyes going wide as he goes stiff. The sting lances up through his already attentive nerves, bright and sharp and fading to a warm burn that spread under his already-reddening skin.
The sting lessens, fades, and with it goes the stiffness in his shoulders. Again that peak, the plateau of waiting, not knowing...snap. Tension broken. ]
[ The stiffening of Anduin's frame makes Jacob pause, uncertain if he's gone to far. It wasn't all that had a spank, but it doesn't need to be, to ruin the mood or cause hurt. So he gives it a moment to fade, the touch to Anduin's back tender and full of care, waiting to make sure all is well.
It seems to be, and so his hand goes back to the fading pink mark he's left, fingers stroking, and spanks Anduin again.]
[ That was not a hurt noise, half moan and half gasp, as the blond's head drops lower. Drinking in the tender touches that follow, smoothing over abused skin that can easily be healed later. He can take it.
But it's about more than the brief sting of discomfort. This is meant to humble him. To demonstrate who exactly is in charge, here. ]
[ A third swot, once more in the same place, the mark of his hand all the more apparent now. He can't help but admire it for a moment, letting Anduin catch his breath, and then spanking him again, heavier. ]
Are you still hard, pet? Is your cock dripping? Tell me.
[ It stands out heavily against his pale skin, that mark. The heat of it rises, radiates from where he's been struck, but Jacob has his number it seems.
With another soft, shaky gasp of air, his head bobs in a nod. Not a verbal response, but acknowledging the truth he won't say. The ache commanding his attention that he still refuses to confess to, holding out just that little inch more.
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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.]
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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.
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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.]
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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. ]
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[ 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.
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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. ]
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[ 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.
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And his cock shouldn't twitch at that but oh it does. ]
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[ His other hand goes back to Anduin's hair, holding his head there, keeping him from pulling away again. ]
And then I'm going to put my fingers in your mouth, and you're going to suck. Just like you wanted to do on my cock, didn't you? You're going to suck my fingers clean, and you're going to be so hungry for more that you're going to lick all the cum off the floor.
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[ It's a last, defiant snarl, sharp words for the normally gentle soul, but with nowhere to back away to it's only a matter of time. Again his tongue laps out against his finger tips, circles them slowly, sweeping the pads for every last trace of himself. ]
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And the Jacob pushes his fingers into Anduin's mouth, against his tongue, holding them there for a few seconds before pulling them free.]
Well done.
[ He says it, stroking Anduin's hair again. Once he releases him, that hard goes down to the belt that still keeps his arms trapped, and uses the leather to pull Anduin back a few inches. That way, when he leans down, he can easily get to the drops of cum on the floor.
But he will struggle to do that while tied. And yet, Jacob makes no more to release him.]
Now the rest of it pet.
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[ Despite the indignant noise, he holds still. Lets Jacob press into his mouth. And maybe some of that haze returns his eyes, that sense of being low, but safe. Secure. This is what he's meant to do, the weight against the back of his head telling him so.
Focus drifts, his gaze only focused on Jacob, trailing upwards before meeting his gaze. The praise soaks into him, tension starting to ease...
Then he's pulling away, and there's a thread of resistance as he tries to move with him. Before he remembers himself. Before the next order comes and he gives an impulsive tug against the belt before bending to obey.
There's a pause of true hesitance, before his tongue darts out against the floor, and his fingers and clenched so tightly Jacob can no doubt see the whites of his knuckles. ]
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[ And he'll go back, not to petting Anduin's hair, but stroking his back, his sides, over his scarred shoulders. Touching him and enjoying him, enjoying the power and control he has.
And as Anduin licks, Jacob feels his cock begin to try and swell again. Fuck, he really wants to pound into Anduin, really make use of that hole. But he'll need spreading out again, no doubt about that.
So he walks his fingers down Anduin's back, down the base of his spine and between his cheeks, fingers teasing his hole again.]
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Good. Good... ]
I did what you asked!
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You did, didn't you? Was it nice? Tell me that you liked it, pet. Is your pretty cock still hard? Is it still dripping?
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[ He bites into his lower lip, refusing to answer. Refusing to give him that while he refuses to either draw back or sink deeper. Instead they dance the edge, the balance still swaying, his stomach growing tighter with anticipation trying to reason what will come next.
Still far too eager to think his way out of this. ]
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[ His fingers move away and instead he slaps the flat of his hand against Anduin's arse.]
Here I was, willing to finger you until you got off... but if you're going to be rude, I'll have to be rude too.
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The blond makes a hitched, startled noise, eyes going wide as he goes stiff. The sting lances up through his already attentive nerves, bright and sharp and fading to a warm burn that spread under his already-reddening skin.
The sting lessens, fades, and with it goes the stiffness in his shoulders. Again that peak, the plateau of waiting, not knowing...snap. Tension broken. ]
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It seems to be, and so his hand goes back to the fading pink mark he's left, fingers stroking, and spanks Anduin again.]
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[ That was not a hurt noise, half moan and half gasp, as the blond's head drops lower. Drinking in the tender touches that follow, smoothing over abused skin that can easily be healed later. He can take it.
But it's about more than the brief sting of discomfort. This is meant to humble him. To demonstrate who exactly is in charge, here. ]
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Are you still hard, pet? Is your cock dripping? Tell me.
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With another soft, shaky gasp of air, his head bobs in a nod. Not a verbal response, but acknowledging the truth he won't say. The ache commanding his attention that he still refuses to confess to, holding out just that little inch more.
And knowing the consequence for doing so. ]
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[ He doesn't spank again. Not in the same place. Instead his hand lands on the opposite cheek, where Anduin's skin is still so pale in comparison. ]
Say it out loud. Say it, and we'll do something about it.
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[ The word is pitched, tremulous, as he jerks again and shivers, breath starting to come unsteadily once more. ]
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Was that so bad? I don't think it was at all.
[ And then he squeezes Anduin's arse, enjoying the hot tender press of that flesh against his palm. ]
Do you want to come for me, pet? I bet you do.
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