John

[eliot_thespectacular]

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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[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot melted into the floor, breathing heavily. "Did it work?"

[petty_dabbler]

John looked at him curiously as he moved away and hovered over him.

"Say that again," he said, just to be certain he'd heard what he thought.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"I said, did it work," Eliot murmured, though even to him, it sounded a little strange.

[petty_dabbler]

John smirked, smug satisfaction oozing off of him.

"Your mum met a Djinn once," he said. "He left you behind. That's a language you've got to be born to it to speak, hmm?"

[eliot_thespectacular]

"... what the fuck is a djinn?" Eliot asked, sitting up and trying to shake of the fuzziness in his head.

[petty_dabbler]

"Hung like a horse, to start. Your mum probably had a fond thought of him every time she looked at you," John said with a dirty smirk.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot made a face. "Gross."

He ran a hand through his hair. "So what... does this even mean? I mean except for giving me the satisfaction of knowing I don't have the blood of the asshole who beat the shit out of me for fifteen years."

[petty_dabbler]

"Djinn are a sort of fae, sort of, from a land far across the sea of the sunrise horizon. SOmetimes they find their way here through merchants who have a fancy bottle to sell, or a lamp, or a box. Someone buys it, the djinn is released, it wanders the world. If I remember correctly, they're an air spirit...the nymphs may be able to tell you more. Perhaps the prince, though I doubt there are any djinn delegations to the palace," John explained as he took down the spell and tidied the room.

Then he smiled at Eliot.

"Having djinn blood is likely why your magic is untamed," he added.

He wet his lips.

"And why you're a good boy who does what he's told," he finished, testing a theory.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot was still taking all his in, when John said that and Eliot felt his cheeks go slightly pink. "Well..." he stammered, "you were... being very... demanding."

[petty_dabbler]

"You have no idea," he said, offering Eliot a hand up.

"Get in bed. On your back, legs spread. Do it now," he ordered, calm and quite clear. "And hold the bed rail for me, too."

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot felt his mouth go dry. And felt his cock twitch slightly, which... frankly, was pretty impressive.

He took John's hand to get to his feet. "Figured me out, have you," he said, voice a little raspy, and then went over to the bed... to do exactly as he was told.

[petty_dabbler]

"Shut your mouth, unless you want my cock in it," John told him, admiring Eliot for a moment, the way he'd been so very obedient.

"That's the djinn blood, too," he said.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"What is?" Eliot asked, wetting his lips. "Wanting a cock in my mouth?"

[petty_dabbler]

"Liking direction," John corrected.

"Got the need for cock from your mum though, didn't you? Best of both worlds for me," he smirked as he crawled on top of Eliot and sat on his chest.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Can we please leave my mom out of this," Eliot groaned. Not sexy.

He didn't move his hands to touch him, because he'd told him to grasp the bed rail. But his expression was full of want.

[petty_dabbler]

John leaned in close.

"Well, you did call me daddy," he smirked, then kissed him. It was slower and deeper, enjoying Eliot rather than the magic.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot too had pretty much forgotten about the magic by this point. This really hadn't been where he was expecting this night to go, and he still thought John should have talked to him about it first, but he really could not bring himself to complain. He wouldn't have expected John to be such a good fuck, but...

He kissed him back, and let go of the rail with one hand so that he could tangle his fingers in John's hair.

[petty_dabbler]

John filled him, finding him slick and ready. It was easy to sink deep, easy to swallow every sound as he kissed him hard.

It was when Eliot seemed to need to gasp that he backed off.

"That's it, baby. Take it. All of it..." he rasped.

[eliot_thespectacular]

God Eliot was not going to be able to walk tomorrow. "Yes sir," he breathed, and caught his lips again.

[petty_dabbler]

John got lost in the kiss and his rhythm stuttered, dragging him away from the edge. He lingered there, exploring the taste of Eliot's tongue. He was in no hurry to end...certainly not now that they had the bed and some comfort.