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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[petty_dabbler]

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.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot literally screamed.

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.

[petty_dabbler]

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.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot collapsed against the mattress. "Jesus fucking hell," he groaned.

[petty_dabbler]

"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.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot looked a bit dazed, but it wasn't entirely because of how good that orgasm was. And the sex was great, yes, but also...

He turned onto his back and looked over at John. "I haven't felt any magic come out of me since... before."

[petty_dabbler]

"Feeling more yourself, then?" he asked.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot grinned at him, and tried his best to look sexy. "Mostly I want to do it again."

[petty_dabbler]

John chuckled warmly.

"I need a minute, love," he said, reaching out to stroke his cheek.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Did you feel it though?" Eliot asked eagerly, moving closer to him. He was a bit sore, but didn't care. "My magic?"

[petty_dabbler]

"I did," he nodded.

John reached for a cig and lit up. One deep drag and he exhaled slowly.

"Felt good, didn't it?"

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Real good," said Eliot. Though then added with a smile, "But so did you cock. Can I have a drag?"

[petty_dabbler]

John passed the cigarette over.

"When's the last time you got fucked proper?" John asked.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Too long," Eliot said, and took a long drag, sucking in the smoke. "Properly, at least. Even longer since I've properly fucked someone..."

[petty_dabbler]

"Why not? You're a good looking guy, and sex is as good a trade as anything these days," he noted.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Oh, I didn't say I hadn't been fucked in trade," Eliot said. "It just hasn't been very good. I have high standards.'

[petty_dabbler]

"Yeah?" he asked, then snorted. "I don't. Not a one."

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Fortunate for me I guess," Eliot said dryly.

[petty_dabbler]

"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?"

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Good save," said Eliot with a chuckle. "And yes, if you'll have me."

[petty_dabbler]

"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.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot kissed him back and then murmured, "I can't wait. I'll make you feel me for days, baby."