The leash is quickly abandoned, no longer enticing to him wtih Jacob pressed against him, his hands press against his lover's lower abdomen while the other curls over Jacob's chest to grasp at his shoulder and provide leverage for Chris' quickening pace.

"Stubborn. Beautiful. Clever mind and sharp tongue. Why not? And if it doesn't take this time, I'll just have to keep you filled until it does." He grunts and his nails dig into Jacob's shoulder as he uses a touch of magic to slick their way and make the slide easier. Especially as he feels the tattoo's effect begin to take, his cock swelling larger as Chris next presses into the tight heat of Jacob's body. "You'll be at my call, every time I need to empty my balls, you'll bend over the nearest surface or spread your legs against a wall...and when I've got you heirs, I'll still have you, straddling my hips and lowering yourself onto me just like you're meant for."

The words spill between thrusts and he spares a moment to pull back and look between them, at the way Jacob's ass stretches wide around his even thicker cock.

"Oh...Jacob..." It slips from him unbidden, his reverence and adoration a stark contrast to the promises of use and abuse a moment ago. He's not sure how much longer he can keep up the act, if he's honest, not with how much he simply wants to drown this man in praise and worship.