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]

“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.

[petty_dabbler]

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.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"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.

[petty_dabbler]

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_thespectacular]

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.

[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.