eliot_thespectacular

John

Eliot was feeling much better about his position on the ship now. Particularly having quarters of his own, as meager as they were. It felt as if he were in a place now where he could improve upon things. And he hadn't even had to fuck anyone for it. Plus Winter's potion had worked, and he hadn't vomited in days.

Wearing the robes that Q had given him, having charmed them to a dark purple, Eliot went up to the deck for some air. This was really... not where he had imagined himself.

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"Good," John smiled and began to remove his robe to reveal his tunic and breeches.

Scanning the room, John took in the size of the bed, and then how much floor space he had to work with.

"Alright," he nodded. "We can do this. I, erm, I need youtube trust me, Eliot..."

The way he said it...something wasn't usual about this.

Eliot tilted his head. "Just how much blood are we talking here?"

John stepped closer and cupped his palm over Eliot's cock, magic radiating warmth into him to coax him hard.

"Not blood, love," he rasped quietly.

Eliot was genuinely surprised, but immediately groaned. Maybe he should have felt a little violated, but on the other hand, he hadn't had sex since he'd gotten on the ship, and John wasn't unattractive.

He wet his lips. "If you wanted in my pants you could have just said so."

"Do you want to know or not?" John asked, hand slipping inside his pants to feel the heat of him.

"I do," Eliot said, a little breathless. "A little conversation might have been nice first, is all."

John leaned in close, lips ghosting against Eliot's.

"Would you prefer blood magic?" he whispered.

"Fuck no," said Eliot, and kissed him.

John kissed him and stroked him until he could feel Eliot's heart beat faster. Only then did he back away slowly.

"Undress," he said softly. "I need to get ready."

Get ready meant casting a complex circle that hung in the air, slowly revolving around them and glowing a soft orange. It was only after John cast it that he began to undress himself.

Eliot began to undress, which was not a lengthy affair since he was wearing robes. Eventually he was standing there In just his underwear, tented with an erection. As he did so, he watched, interested in the magic.

John's body was covered in ink, different symbols tattooed for easy access. Some were the darkest magic.

But he didn't give him time to really study them. Once he was bare, John stepped up to face Eliot, resting a hand on his heart and a hand on his head as he began to chant to begin the spell.

Magic cracked and popped in the air around them.

Eliot really did want to study the tattoos, but he didn't have the chance.

He closed his eyes after a moment, feeling the magic and nearly holding his breath. He hadn't done a lot of sex magic, but really hoped this was the sort that actually ended in fucking.

John kissed him, hot and hungry. His figers gripped Eliot's cock as frantically pulled him closer and closer.

He could tell Eliot couldn't take much more and let go, leaving him on the very edge with nothing but need.

"Don't come," he spoke into Eliot's mouth. "Not yet. I'll tell you when."

"Fucking hell," Eliot groaned against his mouth, and gripped one of his arms and shoulders hard. "Seriously?"

"We're going to need a lot more energy," John told him, beginning again to get him close.

But only just.

He was talented, using his mouth and his hands to drive Eliot mad with want.

But only just...

Eliot knew enough about the basic shape of sex magic to get where this was going, and "lot more energy" had him pretty worried. He groaned, and reached for John's cock.

John brushed his hand away.

"Don't get greedy," he scolded. "You'll get bent once you give me what I need."

He forced Eliot to cover his hand as he pulled the man's cock, making him guide John to how he liked it most to raise the most power when the warlock stopped again.

"So tell me what you need," Eliot breathed, figuring he might as well make the man work for it if he was going to have to suffer like this.

His knees buckled, and he nearly fell.

"I think I need you to lay down," he replied, catching him around the waist, then guiding him to the floor.

"You should fuck me," Eliot groaned, and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"Lose interest?" he asked, licking a stripe along Eliot's throat. "Don't want to call anyone daddy but me?"

He let out a dark snort at that, then pushed Eliot into place so he could suck him to the edge again.

"Fuck me, daddy," Eliot corrected breathlessly, and bucked into his mouth.

John didn't, but he did push Eliot's legs apart and begin to finger him as he sucked him eagerly. A bit of spit and he could torment the swollen gland deep inside, nearly force his release...

And then John pulled away, only to begin a complex motion with his hands. The circle began to glow brighter and wisps of magic tristed and swirled to Eliot's body, stealing the power of the life energy just waiting to come.

John watched, waiting until the spell was almost complete, when it needed only one more component. That was when he slicked his cock.

"Spread," he commanded, the magic building and building as John finally filled him.

Eliot was absolutely wild underneath him by this point. He spread his legs easily, and wrapped his arms and legs around him, digging his nails into John's back as he cried out.

He let Eliot hold on; John braced himself up and found the leverage to fuck Eliot hard and deep. As he did, he chanted low, the power growing and growing. He was sure Eliot had finally raised enough, all he had to do now was let go.

"Give it up, love. Let it blow," he said, bracing himself for the spell to be cast.

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