Eliot

[petty_dabbler]

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John waited until Eliot had his shirt off, then he moved in closer to touch him. His hands were warm and slow, full of magic and promise.

"You certain about this?" he asked. "I'll let you sleep here either way..."

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[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot's lips curled into a slow smile. "I'll restrain myself then," he said, and wrapped his lips around John's cock.

[petty_dabbler]

John's knees went weak as Eliot's lips wrapped around him and he stumbled a little. To steady himself, John grabbed the other man by the hand.

"Jesus Christ," he choked.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot smiled around his cock and squeezed his hand as he kept going.

[petty_dabbler]

John's eyes rolled back and he got lost in the pleasure of it. Eliot was gifted and John was sure that given the opportunity, the man would make him tumble.

"Please," he whispered breathlessly.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot pulled away and looked up at him. "Please stop?" he murmured. "Please stop before you can't stop yourself? Please stop so that you can fuck me like you've been wanting to all night?"

[petty_dabbler]

"You've got the mouth of a sinner," he gasped.

"Stop...stop. Yes, fuck, get in bed..."

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot smiled at him. "I am most certainly a sinner," he said, and began to strip off his clothes as he moved towards the bed.

[petty_dabbler]

John stripped to nothing and moved in on him. He paused long enough to grab some lube, then was on him, kissing him hungrily.

[eliot_thespectacular]

“Fuck yes,” Eliot groaned into the kiss. “Fuck me. Now.”

[petty_dabbler]

John wasn't in such a rush. He took his time fucking him slowly, first with one slick finger, then another. He wanted to drive him mad.

"Are you desperate?" John tauntd, purposely hitting his prostate.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot moaned shamelessly, and squirmed underneath him. “Yes… are you? Do you want my ass?” He was breathless.

[petty_dabbler]

"God, yes," John exhaled, moving so he could slide in. When he was balls deep, he rasped.

"Mine now..."

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot grasped the mattress and pushed back against him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck yes, take whatever you want… fuck me hard, I can take it,. .”

[petty_dabbler]

"You can? You better," John growled, taking hold of his hips and jerking him back agains tevery pouding thrust.

"Feel it? I'm gonna breed you like a fucking bitch," he rasped, a bit breathless as he started to lose any semblence of thought.

[eliot_thespectacular]

It had been… a long time, since Eliot had been treated like this and for a second he wasn’t sure his he felt about it, but then… nothing but arousal. Pure lust.

“Yes,” he ground out, teeth gritted. “Fuck me like the dirty slut I am. Come on me, inside me… all night, John, please…”

[petty_dabbler]

John knew he only had one in him, but he knew something Eliot couldn't know yet, young as he was. John could last. He could last all fucking noght if he wanted to. Sometimes it even took time to jerk off.

His fingers dug into Eliot's hip bones and John leaned forward over his back.

"You give it up like this for everyone?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "I bet you flex for every cock you see. Fucking slut. Got a good ass, though. You feel so fucking good..."

[eliot_thespectacular]

He wasn’t wrong, exactly. There were times in Eliot’s life where he’d been both self destructive and not particularly discerning. And now… we’ll there weren’t many people and not much to do.

This was just what he needed though, and he hadn’t even realized it. “Oh yeah,” he groaned. “I needed to be filled up so bad. Your cock feels so good… are you going to let me come? I need it…” He wondered if John wanted him to call him daddy; but if a risk though. Some guys were sensitive about their age.

[petty_dabbler]

John had to pause to get back into position and that hiccup was enough to throw off his rhythm and set him back to square one. Two, maybe. He sank in deep and hooked his hand around Eliot's shoulder.

"You don't have any choice. I'm going to make you come so hard you're useless...and I'll keep using you anyway," he promised.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot wasn’t going to be able to walk tomorrow if he kept this up, which he was perfectly fine with.

“Fuck yes, please,I…” He gasped. “I want to feel magic.”

Which he actually meant quite literally.

[petty_dabbler]

John slowed and stopped when he was balls deep.

"Have you tried sex magic before?" he asked, rough and low. "Or do I get to pop your cherry?"

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot wet his lips. “Not when I wasn’t the one doing it.” He was better at sex magic then any of his classmates so why would he have let them drive.

[petty_dabbler]

John shifted his grip and took hold of the back of Eliot's neck in a strong hold.

"Consent," he demanded, then punctuated the demand with a hard thrust.

[eliot_thespectacular]

“Oh my god,” Eliot gasped. “I consent!” He honestly didn’t care what he was consenting to.

[petty_dabbler]

John began to chant, first a whisper but then a bit louder. Magic rose, growing in power, wrapping around them both.

Then he thrustcagain and the magic amplified it. Pure pleasure coarsed through Eliot. John, for his part, kept up the string of esoteric babbling as he railed the man.

So he might come sooner than he thought...he'd forgotten what a rush this was.

[eliot_thespectacular]

It was as much the feeling of the magic, the power, that Eliot had craved, that he got off on now a much as the pleasure. But god, the pleasure was amazing, too.

And as he felt the pleasure building, his toes curling, the breath leaving his lungs, something inside him swelled. Something tapped into John's magic, pulling from it like it was the wellspring, and amplified it. Eliot's magic intertwined with John's and increased its power by orders of magnitude.