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He doesn't bother hiding the shudder of his breath or the low groan of pleasure for that feeling and he rocks his hips up into Jacob's mouth only once. Only once and then he's tugging at the leash, but curling a hand gently under Jacob's chin to coax him up.

"Enough...You've been very good. Think I need to give you your reward, assassin." He leans in and tilts Jacob's face back to steal a searing, claiming kiss, his tongue diving deep into his lover's mouth to sweep the taste from it. When he pulls back, he catches Jacob's lip between his teeth to scrape the skin there.

"Turn around, on your knees and spread your legs wide." He gives Jacob only as long as it takes for Chris to stand and finally fully strip his pants and shirt off, the sounds of the 'crowd' vanishing in favor of a simple crackle of torchlight the magic simulated. It was a little cumbersome to take his clothes off while holding the leash, but he does his best, and if Jacob's not in place as Chris asked by the time he's naked, he uses the leash to get him into place and kneel behind him, palms placing flat on the inside of the assassin's thighs to splay his legs as far as he can. He squeezes the soft skin there and ruts his cock against the cleft of Jacob's ass.

"How smart of a mouth you've shown to have, wonder if you can guess what I'm thinking."

Jacob was enjoying himself, happy to linger there with his mouth around Chris' erection for as long as Chris could endure it. But it seems that the young man is as impatient as Jacob is at the best of times, pulling himself free of Jacob's wet, ready mouth and pressing kisses there instead. Jacob isn't going to complain, although the being pulled up into that kiss from his previous stance makes his head spin. Its nothing bad, Chris' desire welcome, but it means it does take a moment for Jacob to get himself into position.

And so yes, Chris has to just pull his thighs a little further apart, the angle making Jacob's back arch downward, using his forearms for support to keep his arse as high as Chris seems to want it, while his legs are spread so wide.

"When you've got me like this and that big prick of yours is hard as rock? I think I can guess what you're thinking." Jacob says, moving his hips ever so slightly back against Chris' movements, giving him a little more friction to enjoy.

He wants it too. Chris has got off and so has he but it wasn't a relief, it wasn't enough. He wants to go again, to be fucked properly, filled and stretched until his legs give out.

Chris hums, but it's less pleased than it could be. "You'd be right, of course, I've every intention of stretching you open around me, of watching how sweetly your body clings to my cock each time I start to pull out and the shudders I'll be promised each time I shove back in, but that's not what I was thinking."

He takes a moment to angle himself at Jacob's hole and slips the tip of himself in without any further preamble. He's not as careful as he might be normally with pushing into Jacob's body, but there's a spell waiting behind his lips to offset any discomfort if the sounds his love makes drift from pleasured-pain to pain only.

Once he's buried inside the other man, he unhooks the leash from the collar and uses it to wrap around Jacob's chest and pull it tight across chest and arms so he has no choice but to bend back against Chris as his hips roll up into him. "I was thinking, how strong you are, how stubborn, how beautiful...when I'm through working you open, when I've got you so stretched you can hardly stand it, I'm going to work a bit of magic on you....a nice little spell so that when I breed you full of my come it just might take."

The words send a wonderful shiver of anticipation through him, and then a heartbeat later, Chris is in him. It's almost too much, without lube or any sort of stretch before. The noises are, at first, discomfort, bitten back as far as Jacob can manage, but with the addition of the spell, that changes and soon the noises are more like breathy whimpers for more, Jacob trying to move and rock back against Chris, take his prick all the way in, regardless of what his captured self might really want to do.

The leash around his torso barely registers, apart from when it's first tugged, and he's forced to arch back from that point, rather than from the hips, but he doesn't care much at that point, not when Chris is speaking again and the noise that Jacob's lets out is pure desire. It's a pity Chris can't see his face, can't see the expression on it as Chris offers to breed him, and Jacob's body tightens around the cock inside him, trying to milk the cum from his balls.

"That's what you want, huh? Stubborn kids?" He says, trying to challenge but the words become groans as Chris bucks forward.

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.

He knows he should protest, he should pretend to be horrified, but there's not much energy left in him for acting like he doesn't want it, like he's fighting against Chris' wishes. The other's hands on him only make it more apparent how much he likes it, now that he's not being held and forced into positions he can move freely, pressing back against each of Chris' fast, eager thrusts and groaning with each. Why pretend that he's not meant for this? Just like Chris says, taking a cock, over and over, being pounded, it's what he wants.

And for a moment, his head tipped low, his mind is blank to everything other than pleasure and Chris' words. But not long, because there's something different, something changing with each movement of Chris' cock into him. It feels almost like he's being stretched further and further, opened up more and more as Chris buries himself into Jacob's heat.

"Oh fuck," He groans, remembering now what Chris had discussed before, the fun little additions he can make to this, the various potions, lotions and spells at his disposal. Including this, which makes his eyes roll back in his head as his body willingly accommodates the swelling cock, and he reaches back to try and get Chris to slow down.

"Just- just stop, a minute. In me. Wanna feel it-" I want to feel it grow, he doesn't have the words, but it's incredible, wonderful, perverse. And he can't get enough.

Stop wasn't meant to be a word he listened to, but he can't help the need to comply when Jacob says it. Especially not for that reason. The game is half out the window in seconds as Chris buries himself deep and presses kiss after kiss to Jacob's back and neck.

"You want to feel how you stretch around me? How my cock grows and works you open bit by bit? It's set for twice as big at most...which is impressive enough, but how much more do you think you could take? Size of my fist and...how much more before you lose all thought? Maybe next time, we start here, working you open to wider than you think possible and filling you over and over as my stamina never runs out?" There were tattoos and magic for both and while they appealed to Chris in several ways, he'd never so desperately wanted to use them before Jacob. Anything to keep his love satisfied, to meet whatever need he might have.

His length expands further, nearly finished now but not quite and Chris gives a quick thrust of his hips meant to drive the breath from Jacob as grinds in deep again.

Chris presses his lips right against the base of Jacob's neck, voice dropping lower than ever in the hopes what he needs to say didn't ruin the effect of the scene. "You have no idea how much I love and treasure you, Jacob Frye."

There's no brain left in Jacob's head, no room for thoughts or ideas, nothing but the intense feeling of what is happening to him, the huge cock inside him, possessing him, forcing him to bend and stretch to take it. All he can do is keep himself calm, try not to tense, and just accommodate the man inside him, offering to knock him up, offering to make him take something this size, or bigger, again.

He's being asked... things. Words. Directly. He tries to focus, to make himself think, but he feels so good, so full, so used, that thinking is almost impossible.

"Bigger," He gasps out when Chris asks how much he can take. He knows he can- the size of his partners and what he can take is one of his major kinks, and Chris is certainly aware of that. He wants as much as he can take, so much that it fills him up, so much that the shape of it presses against his stomach, so much that for the next few days he feels empty and desperate for it again.

The thrust a moment afterwards makes Jacob gasp again, gasp and half-sob as he's overwhelmed, the pressure against the sweet bundle of nerves inside him too much and he comes, the sensation washing over him but half lost in the press of lips on his skin and words he thinks he imagines.

Jacob comes and tenses around him and it drags a needy sound from Chris that quickly turns into something hungry. He needs more. He needs to fill his lover and fuck him into his own daze and he needs to mark him. Something possessive curls in his stomach that has him rolling his hips again as his cock finally fills out as wide as it will go this time. Certainly comparable to a man's fist, if not a bit more, and his patience snaps as he plows through that tight clench of his lover's body. All of his thoughts are on fucking Jacob and how deeply he can press inside him, the way his body stretches and gives way to him just as hungrily.

Chris' mind goes blank as his pleasure climbs higher and his nails dig into that precious skin. When he finally comes, his groan is more like a growl as he buries his teeth into the meat of Jacob's shoulder and his cock into the younger man's body. Pulse after endless pulse of cum empties from him and the grind of his hips through it inevitably causes some to leak out and spill down their thighs.

After what feels like too long, the flow begins to slow and Chris' teeth let go to be replaced with reverent kisses. "You're mine....gods know you're mine. Don't ever forget it." The scene is gone from him, though he knows the words likely could fit there too, if it weren't for the deep adoration and near-worshipful tone in his voice.

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