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…”
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..."
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.
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.
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.
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.
"Oh god," Eliot gasped. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Oh my god, I don't know if I... it feels so fucking good..." The only thing saving him was that no one was touching his cock.
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.
Eliot let out a keening, frustrated cry. "John, please," he begged, "please, please..." He felt like he'd been on the very edge of an orgasm for some time now, and it was amazing and terrible at the same time. And feeling John come slick inside him wasn't exactly helping.
John took a breath and let Eliot suffer just a little more before he took
him in hand and stroked him. The spell was ready to explode and John was
sure he'd built enough power to give Eliot the rush of magic he craved.
The magic seemed to pull the orgasm out of him, and it felt fucking amazing. It was perfect, exactly what he needed, and somehow he still wanted more... But also his body felt entirely spent.
The force of it was over in a flash, but John kept murmuring the
incantation, letting the magic dissipate naturally. It coiled around,
licking at them and shimmering against sweat-slick skin.
John finally withdrew, leaving Eliot used and leaking.
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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.
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"God, yes," John exhaled, moving so he could slide in. When he was balls deep, he rasped.
"Mine now..."
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"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.
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“Yes,” he ground out, teeth gritted. “Fuck me like the dirty slut I am. Come on me, inside me… all night, John, please…”
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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..."
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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.
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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.
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“Fuck yes, please,I…” He gasped. “I want to feel magic.”
Which he actually meant quite literally.
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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?"
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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John took a breath and let Eliot suffer just a little more before he took him in hand and stroked him. The spell was ready to explode and John was sure he'd built enough power to give Eliot the rush of magic he craved.
"Come, bitch," he growled.
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The magic seemed to pull the orgasm out of him, and it felt fucking amazing. It was perfect, exactly what he needed, and somehow he still wanted more... But also his body felt entirely spent.
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The force of it was over in a flash, but John kept murmuring the incantation, letting the magic dissipate naturally. It coiled around, licking at them and shimmering against sweat-slick skin.
John finally withdrew, leaving Eliot used and leaking.
He got up and lit a cigarette.
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