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jean cernunnos
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"Concretely, in such a society – ah! Hnnn. Oh, oh – no, please don't stop, please!"
"And I told you, cher," Jean chided quietly, "if you would like me to keep going, you will need to keep reading. It is a simple thing, is it not? If it is too difficult for you, only say, and I will stop."
In William Russell's defense, they were hardly ideal reading conditions. Bent over, fingers splayed against the wood of Jean's desk, hair just long enough to fall into his eyes and a book about economic theory – it would be difficult to read even if Jean weren't currently plunging his cock into him.
Or rather, had been. He'd stopped the moment Will's words had ceased to resemble what was on the page, the head of his erection resting just barely inside him. Jean's hands on his hips kept him from moving backward, holding him still. He hadn't actually bothered to undress, trousers unbuttoned and shirt half-undone, sleeves rolled up past his elbows; William wore nothing, but Jean had never pretended to be fair.
Swallowing hard, Will began again, voice wavering. "Concretely, in such a society, the poorest half of the population will generally…"
As he resumed his recitation, Jean began to move again – sliding his cock slowly back inside until it was buried in the young man's ass. "… with – ah! – no wealth at all…" Will did an admirable job this time, hesitating only occasionally, interrupting his reading to cry out only on particularly vigorous thrusts.
Jean's eyes were a bright blue, savoring the unique taste of arousal mingling with embarrassment. Though embarrassment was not quite the right word, self-conscious only slightly better, that unique awareness of one's person that came with a performance He ran the sharp points of his fingernails down the young man's spine, enjoying the sight and the feel of him shuddering at the sensation.
Gripping Will's hips again, he began to push into him harder, faster. "For – hnngh!" He stumbled over his words only briefly, recovering and reading louder. "For this half of the – the population, the very no – notions of wealth and capital..." Jean's shark-like grin at the other man's determination might have been terrifying, if anyone had been able to see it.
Jean bent forward, still ramming rhythmically into Will's ass, and placed a gentle kiss between his shoulderblades. His right hand slid forward, and fingers brushed feather-light along the underside of his cock.
"The inescapable – oh! Oh, oh, oh god, Jean, please–" Will's fingers curled, clawing uselessly at the desk beneath him, back arching as he bowed his head.
Jean could have scolded him again, if he'd wanted to be cruel. Will's need was thick and heavy, sweet and hot, and the taste of it was more than Jean could resist. Left hand slid up his spine to grip the back of his neck, pushing him down to pin him against the desk, one side of his face resting in the book he had been trying to read; the fingers of the other wrapped around the length of his shaft, and William made a noise that was almost a grateful sob.
"I do not recall giving you permission to use my given name," Jean hummed good-naturedly, rocking his hips more gently as he gave the cock in his hand a gentle squeeze.
Will gasped, whimpered and struggled beneath the hand that pinned him to the desk. "Mr. Cernunnos, sir," he corrected breathlessly, and this time he caught a glimpse of Jean's sharp-toothed smile.
"Good boy," Jean purred, tangling his fingers in the young man's hair as he began stroking his cock. His hand was slick with precum, gliding along with even pressure, timing the movements of his hand to match the thrusting of his hips. It was difficult to tell where his own arousal ended and the other man's begun, both mingling in his mind. The fingers in his hair tightened, pulling to delay his pleasure with pain; Will cried out, and Jean wondered what it might have sounded like with a cock in his mouth.
He'd have to find out, later.
"I wonder how long you could take this," Jean wondered aloud, tugging harder at William's cock. To emphasize the question, he pulled the length of himself almost entirely out, ramming the full length of it back into Will's ass as he pulled his hair again. His cry this time was almost a scream, and Jean chuckled, a low and throaty sound. "Another hour, do you think?"
"Oh, no, please – please, sir, please let me cum, please?" William sounded on the verge of being unable to speak entirely, the brink of orgasm twisting his tongue into knots, and Jean's eyes were like ice.
Jean bent low again, pressed his lips to the crook between Will's neck and his shoulder; then he opened his mouth, bit down on this skin as hard as he could manage without the sharp points breaking skin. He screamed, squirming on Jean's cock and in his hand, and Jean smiled as he ran his tongue over the marks his teeth had left.
"Do you think I will stop then?" Jean whispered in his ear, thrusting harder and faster, stroking with the same rhythm. "Perhaps I shall keep going, see how many times I can get you twitching in my hand while I tear you open. How long do you think, before there was nothing left in you?"
Will tried to speak, but the sounds he made were incoherent, meaningless noises with the tone of begging. Jean's hand left his hair, sharp nails trailed down his skin; Will's orgasm hit him like a train, and the taste of it was nothing Jean had ever been able to describe. Bliss, ecstasy, and Jean's eyes were no longer blue at all – were white instead, and this was where things became dangerous, because if he wasn't careful he could break the man beneath him.
Will's cock twitched in his right hand, spent itself hot and sticky into his left. Jean's hips no longer moved, kept his cock buried deep and still inside the other man. Only when Will's orgasm had subsided, some color returning to Jean's eyes, did he begin to move again. He slid his still rock-hard erection out of the man who had nearly collapsed beneath him, sighing as he stood upright and considered what had become of hand. "Or perhaps I will not," Jean corrected, sounding amused, "seeing what a mess you have managed to make already."
Without needing to be asked, William turned, took hold of Jean's hand and began to clean it with his mouth. He did have a lovely mouth, Jean thought; it was the first thing he'd noticed about him. He ran his tongue along Jean's palm, sucked at his fingers, and Jean ruffled his hair affectionately with his free hand. Sliding his fingers out of his mouth, he let them trail along his lower lip before replacing them with his own mouth. He tasted of whiskey and arousal and youth, salt and sweat, and Jean swallowed the sound of his moan. "You didn't finish," Will accused hoarsely, and Jean smiled, nipped at his lower lip to make him moan again.
"You did not ask," Jean pointed out, as if this was entirely reasonable. "There are more condoms in the desk, if you would like to try and make me." He did not quite laugh as William turned, eagerly opening the drawer to find what he had asked. Jean fell back into his chair, disposed of the one that had already been used; he was still intoxicated from Will's climax, and the fact revealed itself in nothing better than his poor posture. He was slouched in his seat, elbows resting on the armrests and head resting on his hand, knees spread wide.
Technically, Jean's nature rendered condoms unnecessary. But it was the principle of the thing, really; no use encouraging bad habits, not if he could help it.
William, eager to please and reciprocate, was kneeling between his knees with barely any delay. He slid the new condom onto Jean's erection with his mouth, and Jean sighed contentedly, ruffled his hair again. "Look at me," he ordered, and hazel eyes met his as Will ran his tongue slowly along the length of his shaft. Jean hummed with pleasure, resting his head against his hand again and watching intently as lips wrapped around his cock and began to suck.
It was tempting, so tempting, to rock his hips forward, to thrust deeper into his warm and eager mouth. William continued to obediently maintain eye contact as he bobbed in Jean's lap, and Jean wondered if he could make him gag, wondered if he would whimper the way he had before. Jean didn't move despite his predilections, still but for the rise and fall of his chest; slowly he smiled, crooked and lazy with none of the threat it'd had before.
"You are lovely," he sighed, almost moaned, and William tasted of pride and pleasure. Jean's cock was like a column of marble pressing against his throat, Will working very hard to get his lips closer to the base of his shaft. Jean ran the backs of his fingers over Will's cheek affectionately, and somehow he had the temerity to blush and lower his eyes, as if this intimacy could be unexpected with him kneeling naked on the floor with a dick in his mouth.
"William," Jean warned, and their eyes met again. "Touch yourself for me," he urged, and when Will groaned it sent a vibration through him, made him draw a sharp breath. Will obeyed, one hand stroking his already half-hard cock, still sliding his lips along Jean. "Lovely," Jean sighed again, "magnifique, parfait, un beau gosse tout pour moi, lovely little William with the pretty little mouth, pathicus et cinaedus."
It was the sight of him touching himself that did it, and Jean bucked his hips involuntarily, digging his fingers into the arms of his chair to resist taking Will by the hair. His back arched, head tilted backward and eyes closed; the only betrayal of what was happening on his face was the flex of a muscle in his jaw, the almost imperceptible flare of his nostrils. His cock twitched in William's mouth, again and again until Jean relaxed again, smiling faintly.
He could taste that William was halfway to undone again, and he gestured languorously for the young man to stand, to come closer. When he did, Jean pulled the smaller man into his lap, as easily as if he'd weighed nothing; Will yelped in surprise, and Jean laughed, wrapping his arms around his waist to pull his back against his chest.
"Are you so insatiable?" Jean teased, wrapping his hand around William's to guide his strokes.
"I'm not usually – I swear I don't normally do this," Will said, and Jean kissed his neck.
"You do not usually ask strange men to sodomize you, you mean?" Jean asked with a grin, enjoying the way he flushed and squirmed. "Or do you mean that you do not usually suck their cocks afterward? Or touch yourself?"
"Oh my god," William groaned, mortified, and Jean laughed. "None of those things, never, I swear."
"A tragedy, then," Jean said, "for you are very good at them." He ran his hands along his skin, rearranged him in his lap to sit slightly sideways and afford Jean a better view. "Did you not like it, then, when I fucked you?"
Jean watched intently as William pumped harder, bucked involuntarily in his lap and bit his lip. "Yes, god yes!"
"Say it," Jean ordered, taking Will's chin in his hand so he could not look away.
"I liked it when you fucked me," Will gasped, his hand moving faster, "your hands and your cock and – oh, oh god–" His eyes rolled back and his body jerked as he came again, spilling out between his fingers and onto his stomach, and Jean's eyes were once again white with the strength of it. As he fell limp in Jean's arms, Jean pondered the size of his bathtub and sighed. He looked to the book that still sat on his desk, and of which Will had managed to read barely a page.
"I am never going to get around to finishing that," he said mournfully, and now it was William's turn to laugh.
"And I told you, cher," Jean chided quietly, "if you would like me to keep going, you will need to keep reading. It is a simple thing, is it not? If it is too difficult for you, only say, and I will stop."
In William Russell's defense, they were hardly ideal reading conditions. Bent over, fingers splayed against the wood of Jean's desk, hair just long enough to fall into his eyes and a book about economic theory – it would be difficult to read even if Jean weren't currently plunging his cock into him.
Or rather, had been. He'd stopped the moment Will's words had ceased to resemble what was on the page, the head of his erection resting just barely inside him. Jean's hands on his hips kept him from moving backward, holding him still. He hadn't actually bothered to undress, trousers unbuttoned and shirt half-undone, sleeves rolled up past his elbows; William wore nothing, but Jean had never pretended to be fair.
Swallowing hard, Will began again, voice wavering. "Concretely, in such a society, the poorest half of the population will generally…"
As he resumed his recitation, Jean began to move again – sliding his cock slowly back inside until it was buried in the young man's ass. "… with – ah! – no wealth at all…" Will did an admirable job this time, hesitating only occasionally, interrupting his reading to cry out only on particularly vigorous thrusts.
Jean's eyes were a bright blue, savoring the unique taste of arousal mingling with embarrassment. Though embarrassment was not quite the right word, self-conscious only slightly better, that unique awareness of one's person that came with a performance He ran the sharp points of his fingernails down the young man's spine, enjoying the sight and the feel of him shuddering at the sensation.
Gripping Will's hips again, he began to push into him harder, faster. "For – hnngh!" He stumbled over his words only briefly, recovering and reading louder. "For this half of the – the population, the very no – notions of wealth and capital..." Jean's shark-like grin at the other man's determination might have been terrifying, if anyone had been able to see it.
Jean bent forward, still ramming rhythmically into Will's ass, and placed a gentle kiss between his shoulderblades. His right hand slid forward, and fingers brushed feather-light along the underside of his cock.
"The inescapable – oh! Oh, oh, oh god, Jean, please–" Will's fingers curled, clawing uselessly at the desk beneath him, back arching as he bowed his head.
Jean could have scolded him again, if he'd wanted to be cruel. Will's need was thick and heavy, sweet and hot, and the taste of it was more than Jean could resist. Left hand slid up his spine to grip the back of his neck, pushing him down to pin him against the desk, one side of his face resting in the book he had been trying to read; the fingers of the other wrapped around the length of his shaft, and William made a noise that was almost a grateful sob.
"I do not recall giving you permission to use my given name," Jean hummed good-naturedly, rocking his hips more gently as he gave the cock in his hand a gentle squeeze.
Will gasped, whimpered and struggled beneath the hand that pinned him to the desk. "Mr. Cernunnos, sir," he corrected breathlessly, and this time he caught a glimpse of Jean's sharp-toothed smile.
"Good boy," Jean purred, tangling his fingers in the young man's hair as he began stroking his cock. His hand was slick with precum, gliding along with even pressure, timing the movements of his hand to match the thrusting of his hips. It was difficult to tell where his own arousal ended and the other man's begun, both mingling in his mind. The fingers in his hair tightened, pulling to delay his pleasure with pain; Will cried out, and Jean wondered what it might have sounded like with a cock in his mouth.
He'd have to find out, later.
"I wonder how long you could take this," Jean wondered aloud, tugging harder at William's cock. To emphasize the question, he pulled the length of himself almost entirely out, ramming the full length of it back into Will's ass as he pulled his hair again. His cry this time was almost a scream, and Jean chuckled, a low and throaty sound. "Another hour, do you think?"
"Oh, no, please – please, sir, please let me cum, please?" William sounded on the verge of being unable to speak entirely, the brink of orgasm twisting his tongue into knots, and Jean's eyes were like ice.
Jean bent low again, pressed his lips to the crook between Will's neck and his shoulder; then he opened his mouth, bit down on this skin as hard as he could manage without the sharp points breaking skin. He screamed, squirming on Jean's cock and in his hand, and Jean smiled as he ran his tongue over the marks his teeth had left.
"Do you think I will stop then?" Jean whispered in his ear, thrusting harder and faster, stroking with the same rhythm. "Perhaps I shall keep going, see how many times I can get you twitching in my hand while I tear you open. How long do you think, before there was nothing left in you?"
Will tried to speak, but the sounds he made were incoherent, meaningless noises with the tone of begging. Jean's hand left his hair, sharp nails trailed down his skin; Will's orgasm hit him like a train, and the taste of it was nothing Jean had ever been able to describe. Bliss, ecstasy, and Jean's eyes were no longer blue at all – were white instead, and this was where things became dangerous, because if he wasn't careful he could break the man beneath him.
Will's cock twitched in his right hand, spent itself hot and sticky into his left. Jean's hips no longer moved, kept his cock buried deep and still inside the other man. Only when Will's orgasm had subsided, some color returning to Jean's eyes, did he begin to move again. He slid his still rock-hard erection out of the man who had nearly collapsed beneath him, sighing as he stood upright and considered what had become of hand. "Or perhaps I will not," Jean corrected, sounding amused, "seeing what a mess you have managed to make already."
Without needing to be asked, William turned, took hold of Jean's hand and began to clean it with his mouth. He did have a lovely mouth, Jean thought; it was the first thing he'd noticed about him. He ran his tongue along Jean's palm, sucked at his fingers, and Jean ruffled his hair affectionately with his free hand. Sliding his fingers out of his mouth, he let them trail along his lower lip before replacing them with his own mouth. He tasted of whiskey and arousal and youth, salt and sweat, and Jean swallowed the sound of his moan. "You didn't finish," Will accused hoarsely, and Jean smiled, nipped at his lower lip to make him moan again.
"You did not ask," Jean pointed out, as if this was entirely reasonable. "There are more condoms in the desk, if you would like to try and make me." He did not quite laugh as William turned, eagerly opening the drawer to find what he had asked. Jean fell back into his chair, disposed of the one that had already been used; he was still intoxicated from Will's climax, and the fact revealed itself in nothing better than his poor posture. He was slouched in his seat, elbows resting on the armrests and head resting on his hand, knees spread wide.
Technically, Jean's nature rendered condoms unnecessary. But it was the principle of the thing, really; no use encouraging bad habits, not if he could help it.
William, eager to please and reciprocate, was kneeling between his knees with barely any delay. He slid the new condom onto Jean's erection with his mouth, and Jean sighed contentedly, ruffled his hair again. "Look at me," he ordered, and hazel eyes met his as Will ran his tongue slowly along the length of his shaft. Jean hummed with pleasure, resting his head against his hand again and watching intently as lips wrapped around his cock and began to suck.
It was tempting, so tempting, to rock his hips forward, to thrust deeper into his warm and eager mouth. William continued to obediently maintain eye contact as he bobbed in Jean's lap, and Jean wondered if he could make him gag, wondered if he would whimper the way he had before. Jean didn't move despite his predilections, still but for the rise and fall of his chest; slowly he smiled, crooked and lazy with none of the threat it'd had before.
"You are lovely," he sighed, almost moaned, and William tasted of pride and pleasure. Jean's cock was like a column of marble pressing against his throat, Will working very hard to get his lips closer to the base of his shaft. Jean ran the backs of his fingers over Will's cheek affectionately, and somehow he had the temerity to blush and lower his eyes, as if this intimacy could be unexpected with him kneeling naked on the floor with a dick in his mouth.
"William," Jean warned, and their eyes met again. "Touch yourself for me," he urged, and when Will groaned it sent a vibration through him, made him draw a sharp breath. Will obeyed, one hand stroking his already half-hard cock, still sliding his lips along Jean. "Lovely," Jean sighed again, "magnifique, parfait, un beau gosse tout pour moi, lovely little William with the pretty little mouth, pathicus et cinaedus."
It was the sight of him touching himself that did it, and Jean bucked his hips involuntarily, digging his fingers into the arms of his chair to resist taking Will by the hair. His back arched, head tilted backward and eyes closed; the only betrayal of what was happening on his face was the flex of a muscle in his jaw, the almost imperceptible flare of his nostrils. His cock twitched in William's mouth, again and again until Jean relaxed again, smiling faintly.
He could taste that William was halfway to undone again, and he gestured languorously for the young man to stand, to come closer. When he did, Jean pulled the smaller man into his lap, as easily as if he'd weighed nothing; Will yelped in surprise, and Jean laughed, wrapping his arms around his waist to pull his back against his chest.
"Are you so insatiable?" Jean teased, wrapping his hand around William's to guide his strokes.
"I'm not usually – I swear I don't normally do this," Will said, and Jean kissed his neck.
"You do not usually ask strange men to sodomize you, you mean?" Jean asked with a grin, enjoying the way he flushed and squirmed. "Or do you mean that you do not usually suck their cocks afterward? Or touch yourself?"
"Oh my god," William groaned, mortified, and Jean laughed. "None of those things, never, I swear."
"A tragedy, then," Jean said, "for you are very good at them." He ran his hands along his skin, rearranged him in his lap to sit slightly sideways and afford Jean a better view. "Did you not like it, then, when I fucked you?"
Jean watched intently as William pumped harder, bucked involuntarily in his lap and bit his lip. "Yes, god yes!"
"Say it," Jean ordered, taking Will's chin in his hand so he could not look away.
"I liked it when you fucked me," Will gasped, his hand moving faster, "your hands and your cock and – oh, oh god–" His eyes rolled back and his body jerked as he came again, spilling out between his fingers and onto his stomach, and Jean's eyes were once again white with the strength of it. As he fell limp in Jean's arms, Jean pondered the size of his bathtub and sighed. He looked to the book that still sat on his desk, and of which Will had managed to read barely a page.
"I am never going to get around to finishing that," he said mournfully, and now it was William's turn to laugh.
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