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The gasp Jacob gets when he grabs at Tim is immediate and sharp. There is a hint of fear and pain, but mostly there is excitement. Deep down Jacob has become a man Tim trusts, but it was still hard not to feel a little nervous when someone as rough as Jacob can be has his favorite body part in hand.

"That is a bit too far, even for--Mmhmm!" The kiss doesn't surprise him. The intensity does. Not that it takes Tim very long to recover from the shock before he's kissing right back. Hips awkwardly trying to push into the hand groping him as his own paw at Jacob's shirt. Finding the man wearing far too many clothes as he's pushed back towards the bar. Now that they were alone he was perfectly fine with letting Jacob push him around. He wouldn't have to worry about Sasha getting into trouble over his actions.

It's so much fun to tease Tim, to say things that are blatantly untrue but Tim will still protest about. He doesn't need to hear the man's defense though, kissing him and groping him before he changes the position of his hand and starts undoing the trousers instead.

Once the fly is undone, Jacob starts to move his hand into his pants alongside Tim's own, moving past his dick toward his balls and giving them a little squeeze.

"That's a pretty pair you've got there. You going to show them off?"

"Be happy to." Tim responds with baited breath. A shiver running down his spine as he removes his own hand to give Jacob full access. Enjoying the feel of someone else touching him far more than himself. Besides it frees his hands to tug at the waist of Jacob's pants. It only seemed fair to Tim to return the favor.

"Why do you bend over?" He suggests as he works at Jacob's fly unless he's stopped. "And I'll show off just how good I am with them."

"Oh no," Jacob says with authority, giving Tim a renewed squeeze, the man's balls still in his grip. He isn't stopping Tim from undressing him, he isn't protesting about it, but he does exert a little bit of control just in his tone of voice.

"This is my pub, and you are getting fucked. That's the offer on the table pretty thing."

This time Tim actually yelps as his balls are squeezed a little rougher. "Well, it does seem as though you have the situation well in hand." He jokes before picking up where he left off in removing Jacob's belt and unbuttoning his trousers.

"It does seem like a pretty sturdy bar. I'd hate for it to go to waste." The chances to take just as good as Tim likes to give were too few and far between for Tim's liking. He was willing to play along with this.

"Safe word is London Bridge." He throws that out there as Jacob's girp is on the edge of getting uncomfortably tight, but not near enough that Tim wants to use a safe word.

"I do, don't I?" Jacob grins, and gives a slight tug on Tim's precious ornaments. He won't hurt him, although he realises that is a bit of a knife edge. But hey, Tim seems to be enjoying it.

He nods at the safeword, and then lets go of Tim, probably to the other man's relief, and then gives him a slap on the backside to make him head towards the bar and get settled there, while Jacob continues to rid himself of the rest of his clothes, finishing the work Tim had started.

"You going to bend over like a pretty boy that can't pay for his drinks?" Jacob asks as he comes up behind Tim, rubbing his hands over Tim's chest, focusing on his sensitive nipples. "I love the boys that forget their wallets. You can make them do anything.."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" The tug has water collecting in Tim's eyes. He does his best to try to keep the tears from dropping. Wanting to look manly in front of the man handling his sack so roughly. It's an utter relief when he finally lets him go. He jumps at the slap, but a grin is still on his face as he moves as directed towards the bar.

"Is that what you want? Something like this?" He leans against the bar top. Spreading his arms out wide and giving his hips a shake for Jacob to gaze at, but not yet bending over. "Don't I get a free drink before I start to bend over?" Not yet sure he'll let Jacob make him do anything, but maybe he will depending on how fun it is.

The tears were more than Jacob had wanted to see, so he does try to catch hold of Tim before he moves away completely, just to give him a gentle squeeze and murmur an apology into his ear.

"You can have a drink," Jacob says, "Either a pint of my cum or I'll get you an actual beer, if you want it. But-" He says, coming up close behind Tim, "You have to drink it while I pound you, and not spill a drop. Deal?"

"You're making me choose?!" He sounds shocked and disappointed. "But what if I wanted both?" He slowly licks his tongue across his lips as he asks that. Wanting to draw attention to the lips that could be on Jacob instead of talking right now.

"But, alright. Beer for my mouth and a pint in my ass." He tilts his head in curiosity. "Although, what happens if I do spill any? Maybe I'll want to do so on purpose."

"Poor Tim, has to make a decision," Jacob says, slapping the other Brit's arse again, enjoying the noise of skin on skin. "But as you made such a good argument, you can have both."

He pauses then, bringing his hand to press between Tim's shoulderblades and press him down, while his other hand reaches back across the bar to where he pint glasses are.

"I'm sure with a bit of lube, I can get this in. Not sure we'll get it out again, mind." He gives Tim a moment to consider this, and then laughs. "I'm joking. Probably."

Instead he gets right up behind Tim, pressing his hips into the man's arse, and using both hands to pull a pint. He's done it once or twice from the front of a bar, although it's not easy, and not the best pint because of the awkward position, but it doesn't matter. He sets it down right in front of Tim.

"You can start when I'm in you. Not before. You spill a drop? Then I fuck you, but I'll make sure you don't cum. I'll put those balls in a vice if I have to."

Congratulations, Jacob. He successfully turns Tim white as he Jacob threatens to shove that cup up his ass. He's put a great number of things up there, but glass was not something he was interested in trying out. He tries to push himself up, but finds himself pinned under that strong hand. "Uhh-- you had better be joking."

He's able to relax once more when the pint is filled and placed in front of him. Glad that it was a joke because he would hate to use his safe word so soon in the evening. Although Jacob being the first in Duplicity to make him use one? That wouldn't be a surprise.

"This is going to be the cleanest pint I've ever had." He spreads his legs as he peers back at Jacob. "Do your worst."

Jacob's hand on Tim's back rubs circles into those tense muscles, trying to get the man to ease up a little. "Of course I'm joking. If I was going to do that to you, I'd use a wine bottle. Shape's better."

He's joking about that too. Probably.

He reaches for the lube, stroking himself and coating his cock in the thick slick, and then lets his fingers move to part Tim's cheeks. He's got such a lovely pale arse, he really does. A finger goes in, easily, followed by a second. He's not going to spend long, but he won't do his worst. At least, not immediately.

"It would have to be a plastic bottle." He adds. Not wanting Jacob to think he was against things going into his ass. "Nothing that might break and cut up the inside of my immaculate hole."

Not that the hand circling in his back does wonders for helping Tim relax a bit more and more. There is no resistance from him as Jacob spreads his cheeks and inserts the first of his fingers. Tim reaches to bring the glass a bit closer to himself. "You know... technically that is your finger inside right now." He jokes while bringing the glass up to his lips. Making an obnoxious slurping sound as he pretends to take a sip.

"There's not technically about it." Jacob says, leaning in to nip at Tim's neck, biting down on the curve between shoulder and neck proper, and thrusting those two fingers in and out before pulling them away completely. "A cock as big as mine isn't going to get in there easy. You thought I was just going to shove it in? Please."

While Tim is goading him to go hard and fast, to be rough, Jacob isn't wanting to make this unpleasant, even accidentally so. But now Tim is at least opened up a little bit, he can guide himself in, sinking all the way into the other man's body in one smooth, steady thrust, and then almost all the way out again.

"You're such a good fuck Timothy." Jacob says, groaning low and pleased in the man's ear, letting his thrusts grow harder. "Such a pretty little arse, so nice and tight despite how much of a slut you are."

"Shit yeaaaaaaaah!" Tim hisses under his breath. Simply enjoying the feeling of Jacob's mouth on his body. Forgetting about the drink for the moment while he savors this moment.

That is until he feels Jacob start to push inside him. In that moment he slams his hand down hard onto the bar with a loud SMACK. "YES!" He screams it for anyone passing outside to hear. Arching his back and welcoming the assassin into him. "I forgot how massive you are."

Jacob laughs at Tim's enthusiastic reaction, even if he is exaggerating a little about Jacob's size. Still, Jacob doesn't complain, keeping his mouth on Tim as he begins to thrust into him, dragging his cock back before he slams forward hard, giving Tim the rough fuck the other man seems to crave.

"Don't forget your drink, you little slut." Jacob growls in the man's ear. "Every drop."

Feeling his knee bump into the bar, his ass burning, and everything stretching wide send a wonderful shock all the way to Tim's brain. He lets out another grateful howl before he hears the command.

He licks at his lips and nods as he reaches for the pint. "Yes sir! Every drop and not a one spilled." He finds he can't lift it just yet. Hand a little too shaky with his excitement. So he starts by loudly slurping down the first few gulps so that he can somewhat safely pick it up without instantly spilling it.

The howl is loud and keen, and Jacob smirks against Tim's skin, shifting his hips slightly to get a different angle and see what sort of noise that gets from the man. After all, Tim is one of the most vocal lovers he knows, and it's not often he forgets himself like this.

"That's it. Not a drop. Or you'll have to lick it up." He says, voice a low purr, thrusting long and slow into Tim's arse, enjoying the way he moves back against the cock inside him, those muscles working the full length of Jacob's prick.

"What?! I don't get to cum and I have to lap it up like a dog?!" Tim asks as if he's been insulted. He takes another large gulp, managing to keep from spilling the drink so far. "Sounds like a good time that you're trying to threaten me with back there."

"Don't protest when you want it so badly." Jacob replies, continuing his thrusts, pulling almost all the way out and then burying himself to the hilt again, finding a rhythm that suits him and trusting that Tim is going to enjoy it. He'd say of he didn't.

"Mmmpphfff!" Tim makes a startled noise as the thrust rocks his body and he feels the liquid slosh around in the glass. He's so startled and concerned that he accidentally inhales a little bit.

He sets the pint aside for a moment as he coughs and sputters. The whole giving Jacob a thumbs up signal. "I'm fine... don't stop. Don't you dare stop!"

"Did you just spill that?" Jacob asks, his hips still going, the pace fast and bruising as he slams into Tim. "If that bar top is wet, Timothy, you are going to be punished."

He doesn't know how yet but the planning is almost as fun as the punishment.

"No! I just tried to inhale it is all! Wrong tube is still in me!" Tim counters as he picks the drink back up in slightly shaking fingers. It's about halfway gone, he thinks he can do this. "And if its wet it's because of condensation. I haven't split a drop!" He manages to eventually get out before he returns to trying to finish more of the drink.

The golden liquid sloshes around dangerously in the glass. Tim does an admirable job of drinking without making a huge mess, but a bit of beer does start to trickle down his cheeks and neck. The question is will Jacob notice and does it count if it hasn't hit the counter top?

Jacob doesn't believe him, one hand coming up to grip Tim but the jaw. Not painfully tight, but enough to feel how wet his skin is, the beer caught in his stubble. He snorts, thrusting in hard.

"You're a cheeky little sod aren't you?" He says, voice low and gravelly with lust, pounding away and feeling his balls begin to tighten. He'll cum soon enough, he knows that. There's something wicked and wonderful about using Tim like this, handing him a bit more roughly.

"I should pull out of you. Cum on your back and leave that prick of yours stiff and untouched, shouldn't I?"

"Ah!" Tim is a little worried about spilling the drink when his jaw is grabbed. Giving a bit of a whine because he loves the handling, but worried about not finishing his drink as Jacob distracts him in such a wonderful fashion. His hand shakes as he holds the drink up as he continues to take that pounding.

"Don't you dare!" He gasps, trying to yank his head out of Jacob's grip enough that he could try and suck on the man's thumb. Tongue curling around the digit if he can get it into his mouth to try and mask the moisture Jacob would have felt hiding in his stubble.

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Thinking once they get started I'll roll a d10 every tag and if I roll 3/below then Tim will spill

oooh that's a very good idea!

Usually it's just if I roll a 1, but I figure Jacob will be going hard so give a couple extra #s

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