"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 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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"Take your time, lad," John said as he settled with his back against the headboard.
He watched Eliot, smug and satisfied. He had done that. He watched with pride how wrecked Eliot was.
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He turned onto his back and looked over at John. "I haven't felt any magic come out of me since... before."
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"Feeling more yourself, then?" he asked.
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John chuckled warmly.
"I need a minute, love," he said, reaching out to stroke his cheek.
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"I did," he nodded.
John reached for a cig and lit up. One deep drag and he exhaled slowly.
"Felt good, didn't it?"
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John passed the cigarette over.
"When's the last time you got fucked proper?" John asked.
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"Why not? You're a good looking guy, and sex is as good a trade as anything these days," he noted.
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"Yeah?" he asked, then snorted. "I don't. Not a one."
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"You did raise the bar for everyone else," he purred.
He reached out to take the smoke back.
"You're gonna stay for a while, right?"
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"I've got enough supplies for a few days. Stay."
He twisted toward him and kissed him with the taste of fresh ash on his tongue.
"You can fuck me next," he whispered.
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