John fucked him, hard and slow, and with every thrust he was grinding out the incantation.

The moment he felt Eliot's magic swell he knew he wasn't going to fuck the lad all night. He knew the magician's power was going to be his undoing.

The power built and built, tension climbing as John violently assaulted him.

And then the chanting stopped and John gripped his hair.

"Hold it...don't come...hold it as long as you can..." he rasped.