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"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.

"Don't be cheeky." Jacob warns before letting Tim take his fingers into his mouth, and then without any more warning spanking him soundly across the arse. The slap only causes the slighest of pink marks on his skin, but the first is quickly followed by a second and a third, which make that pink mark far brighter. Then he spanks him again, but for the fun of it.

After a moment more, he's pulling his fingers free of Tim's mouth, so Tim can speak. "Say thank you for the spanking."

"Mmmph!" He moans more out of surprise then real pain when his ass is smacked. In fact instead of trying to move away as the smacks come one after the other, Tim leans into it. Curving his back as he remains leaning against the bar while pushing his ass out for Jacob to wail on.

When Jacob pulls his fingers away, Tim attempts to follow them for a moment. Lips chasing after his toys with a playful bite of the air. "Thank you, sir." The 'sir' coming out with a playful smirk that can clearly be heard in his tone. "For teaching me such a good lesson with such an excellent spanking." He trails his hand slowly down his chest and stomach. "May I please come now?"

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