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"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.

"Don't I dare what, Mr Stoker?" He says, as he allows Tim to draw his thumb into his mouth. But he doesn't let it remain their long, before he pulls it out and instead presses his index and middle fingers in, deep into the man's mouth.

"Suck. Suck like it's my cock." He orders, his hips slowing and stopping, cock buried deep in Tim's ass, the heat like bliss but the lack of friction hell.

"Pull out." He mutters around the thumb in his mouth. His face face flushed from the onslaught happening to him at this moment. He sets the glass down as he briefly chokes on Jacob's fingers even though he should have known the assassin wouldn't be holding back.

Well, neither will he. Closing his eyes Tim puts his all into sucking on those fingers. Lips locking around and sucking hard. Moaning the whole time and this time when he goes down on them he doesn't gag in the slightest. Slurping and sucking with gusto.

The problem is that he has to keep his arm on the bar. Afraid with how hard Jacob was still going into him that if he lets go of the bar he might just fall over. An arm that is dangerously close to that still partially full glass. If Jacob was to thrust into him just right it would be nearly impossible for Tim not to knock it over. The drink having completely been forgotten while his mouth is occupied by Jacob's fingers.

"You want me to stop fucking you?" Jacob asks, his fingers already in Tim's mouth. He's not attempting to choke him, not trying to stop him breathing, but he presses down on the man's tongue, but then Tim starts sucking for all he's worth and Jacob can't hold back. His hips snap forward, and because he's so deep in Tim already it just forces them both against the bar, hard, before Jacob's thrusts return to normal.

Normal as in moving, back and forth like a piston, driving deep into Tim's arse and pulling back somewhat, before forcing in deep again, building that friction back up and making himself half mad with it.

"Mmph!" Tim moans around Jacob's fingers. Eyes closed in bliss as he sucks and smacks his lips. The beer completely forgotten as Jacob begins once more.

A grunt as his stomach is pressed into the bar yet again. His arm flailing a little in a natural defence to try and keep his balance. It knocks into the beer Tim has completely forgotten about and knocks it over. The remaining liquid spilling across the bar, but for now Tim couldn't care less. Instead brining up his hand to grab Jacob's wrist to try to steady the hand he was sucking on. Keeping his mouth bobbing even as Jacob continues to pound into his backside.

"Messy boy, look what you've done," Jacob says as the pint topples over, the beer spreading in a pool on the wooden counter. "I'll have to punish you for that."

But clearly not yet. Not while Tim does such a good job of sucking his fingers, hungry and eager, almost as if his fingers are actually his cock. Which is throbbing as he comes close to his orgasm, his breath growing ragged as he pounds, fast and furious, his rhythm failing him as he empties his balls into the other man, biting down hard on Tim's shoulder as he does so.

And once he's done, he pulls out, denying Tim any more pleasure from being filled and letting his cum spill out over the backs of the other man's thighs.

There is no time to look at the mess he's made. All there is time for is that feeling of cock in his ass and his tongue lapping at the fingers in his mouth. Tim may vaguely remember a challenge of not spilling his drink, but right now he really couldn't give a shit.

The only thing that breaks Tim's focus on what is in his mouth is Jacob's teeth sinking in as he feels the smack of those balls him hit and release. He let's out of scream as it hurts, but feels so good at the same time.

His legs wobble and Tim has to grip the bar to keep from collapsing. A little bit of drool dribbles down his chin with a look of pure bliss on his face.

"Give me a moment." He smacks his lips. Licking in an effort to clean himself up just a little bit. "Then I'll show you a good time." The challenge has completely been forgotten by Tim. Now much too eager to give Jacob a good time in return.

"No."

The command is sharp, with Jacob still behind him, pinning Tim from turning around, keeping him where he is.

"You were bad. I told you not to spill a drop. And you spilled you beer and all my cum too." He says, moving to pull his fingers from Tim's mouth and instead drag them through his cum, and then hold it back in front of Tim's face.

"Suck." He says. "And I'll punish you for your bad behavior. I might let you cum."

"What?" The question comes with a chuckle. Tim at first not understanding and then when he remembers is still amused. "But you know I'm such a bad boy!" Alright, if Jacob was going to follow through on his threat then he was intrigued to see just where this goes.

"Pretty sure you spilled your cum." He tries to counter. "I didn't ask you to pull out after all." Not that he was going to let his defense of his innocence get in the way of doing as he was told. Leaning his head forward to first wrap his tongue around those sticky fingers before encasing them in his mouth. Moaning with a pleased hum as he begins to suck.

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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

<3

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