John had him in a solid grip, a hand in his hair and one holding his hip. The magic hit a peak and held there, tension drawing everything taut...

And then he let go of Eliot's hip to heath around and take hold of his balls, ignoring his balls completely.

He couldn't take it anymore. The magic crackled and snapped and shot through him down his spine and coursed through his groin as he filled the man with his seed.