Frotting is one of the most arousing things for me, especially between two men. I’d give everything to see Connor and Haytham do this.
They have to hide from English soldiers between two houses and that leaves them a little room to move as they are pressed against each other now. Whenever his father tries to shift a bit, listening to the noises and voices nearby, scanning the area with his Eagle vision, Connor blushes immediately, too afraid Haytham would notice the bulge in his pants.
Assassin hopes it’d pass, ignoring the urge to push his hips forward.
“Don’t you think you’re too excited about the possibility of us getting caught?” Templar murmurs mockingly, discovering how hard his son has become.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Connor stutters, swallowing nervously.
“Is that so?” Haytham quirks his eyebrows and bends towards Assassin, making theirs cocks touch.
“Oh!” Connor breathes out in shock, bucking his hips involuntary to meet his father’s.
“Is it the chase and danger that turns you on or me?” Templar coos quietly, not wanting someone to hear them.
“Both.” Young Kenway has never thought he can be so blunt about his desires but his aching cock is begging for release and he can’t deny it anymore.
“I appreciate your honesty, son,” Haytham grins, biting Assassin’s neck and humping his right leg. “You know that we have to be quiet, do you? Can you do that?”
“I’ll try,” Mohawk answers, uncertain of whether he’ll be able to suppress the moans. He usually is very loud while his father is taking good care of him, fucking the boy senseless. And they haven’t done it in a long time so it will be even more difficult for him to keep silent.
“Always so eager, boy,” Haytham sends him a cocky smirk as he grabs his son by the thighs, lifting him a little. Connor isn’t very light in weight but thanks to the wall, Templar manages to wrap boy’s legs around his waist before thrusting his dick against Assassin’s.
Ratonhnhaké:ton has to bite his lip so he won’t make a sound but it’s very hard to hold on when it is his father who does it with that smug smile spread across his face. The fabric is rubbing over his throbbing cock, not letting him think straight.
“Ah, I’m so close, father,” Connor gasps, gripping the older man’s shoulders, seeing that Haytham is close too.
“If you think you can take your pants off and then come, let me tell you – you’re wrong,” Templar growls, warning his son with his sharp teeth sinking into the flesh of his neck.
“You’re always so cruel, father,” Assassin pouts but his hips jerk, showing how much he likes what older man is doing to him.
“Come for me, boy,” Haytham asks huskily, moving faster.
“Mmmh,” Connor’s moan is muffled by Templar’s palm, covering his mouth.
“You can just bite me if you can contain yourself, damn it!”
And Ratonhnhaké:ton is happy to oblige, clenching his teeth, biting older man by the thumb.
“Shit!” he roars and that is the last stroke for Assassin.
He huffs as his semen splatters inside his tight pants, not resisting when Haytham makes him fall on his knees, retrieving his own dick. His hand slides along his shaft several times and Templar cums on his son’s lips and cheeks, groaning in satisfaction.
“Well, that was fun but we still have a mission to complete,” he grins amused at the sight of Connor licking his seed with his tongue. “Come on, follow me.”
“Whatever you say, father.”
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