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It was always in the late hours of the night when Qifrey found himself missing Olly most, when the the stars in the sky glimmered against the expanse of darkness.
Hours ago, he and the girls enjoyed a warm meal together - laughing over some of the flubbed spells cast and silly antics that occurred during their earlier lessons and bouncing ideas off one another on how to improve spells they had each been working on. The five of them ate and teamed up to tackle the dishes, without so much as an appearance from Olruggio. Such was the case for the past few days now.
Qifrey knew, of course, that his partner took the work that he did very seriously. He knew that he put his everything into the contraptions he made, even if that meant he wouldn't see him for days at a time. He was proud of how hardworking Olruggio was, but that didn't alleviate the empty aching in his heart.
He tossed back and forth in bed, trying with all his might to find slumber. Though, it was futile, when every time he shut his eye all he could do was picture Olruggio. The way his eyes seemed to saturate with colour when they met Qifrey, and how the creases surrounding them deepened when he smiled at him. Years gone by, and that smile still made Qifrey’s heart flutter like it did during their days in the Great Hall.
It had been a while since they were able to spend time alone, as Olly's current commission was quite the undertaking, and had thus been holed up in his workshop, even spending the few hours of sleep he got there. Their shared bed had grown cold. Qifrey reached over to where Olly would usually be sprawled out, snoring like a bear if he had fallen into a deep enough sleep.
He missed him. He missed having him around at dinner. He missed their late night drinks and chats. Perhaps most undeniably and unbearably, he missed his touch - the closeness, and warmness of having him near. Pressing his head against his chest and laying with their limbs intertwined. Kissing him deeply, Olly’s calloused hands exploring every curve of his body.
[Oh this won't do.]
He gripped at the blankets, staring up at the ceiling of the dark room, unable to calm his thoughts - which seemed only to grow more desperate as time crept forward.
He wondered if Olruggio would mind a visit while he worked. It was late, but knowing his partner, he was probably still awake, burning midnight oil. He didn’t want to interrupt his focus, but surely a short visit wouldn't hurt.
Lifting and tossing the blankets away, he crawled out of bed, feet landing on the cold stone tiles below. Normally Olly’s body heat was enough to keep him warm through the night with just a slightly oversized shirt, but without him he always ended up needing a pair of sleep pants that otherwise always collected dust at the back of his drawer of loungewear. He trudged through the quiet hallways of the atelier towards Olly's workshop. There was light glowing through the cracks of the door, which meant Qifrey's hunch was correct.
He knocked softly, not wanting to startle the man. "It's just me, Olly," he added, supposing Olly might think it were one of the girls shaken awake by a bad dream if he left it at just a timid knock.
"Aye, come on in then."
The old wooden door creaked as he pressed it open and gently shut it behind him, avoiding any loud, abrupt noises that would wake curious ears. He wandered up the stone stairs to where Olruggio was working hunched over his desk, various materials sprawled out all over and a nearly empty goblet sitting next to a bottle of wine.
"Can't sleep, love?" he inquired, eyebrows furrowed - still focused on studying the markings drawn on the paper in his hand.
Qifrey plopped down on the couch covered in pillows next to his desk, which had a large window behind it that beautifully framed the clear, starry sky. The two of them would normally relax here, share a bottle of silvernectar wine, chat and inevitably get handsy with each other like they were still hormonal teenagers. His heart hummed beneath his skin.
"I suppose," he mused, watching Olly work - highlighted by the warm gleam of a single floatglow lamp. He leaned back into the couch, trying to make himself comfortable though his stomach was doing flips. He didn't want to bother Olly, to take too much - but maybe it couldn't hurt to be honest, let his needs be known. "I…I can't get you out of my mind. It's making me a little…restless."
Olruggio tactfully scratched some markings onto one of the papers. "Oh? Restless, hey?"
"Mmm, it's been a while Olly," he toyed with the soft cotton fabric of his shirt, shyly rubbing his thighs together.
"Since?" The man played coy. There's no way he wouldn't know what Qifrey was getting at. Olruggio was anything but obtuse. Perhaps that's what he got for beating around the bush. Qifrey huffed.
"Since we've had a chance to be alone. And to properly take care of one another. I've been feeling rather...needy."
The pen scribbling away in Olly's hand stilled. Silence hung in the air for a brief moment before he craned his head over and locked his sapphire eyes on Qifrey.
"Qifrey, this commission I'm working on-"
He waved his hands, beating his selfish desires away in an instant. "Yes, yes, I figured as much! Sorry for bothering you while you're in the middle of a project!" Qifrey felt his heart sink a little, knowing that Olruggio took his work quite seriously but secretly hoping he might have dropped everything to indulge him. He scrambled up off the couch, cheeks dusted pink in embarrassment, "I suppose I'll take my leave then."
"You'll do no such thing."
Qifrey tilted his head, like a confused puppy.
"Let me finish, ye fool!” he clicked his tongue playfully and motioned for Qifrey to sit back down. “Just so happens I've finished the last of what needed doing tonight."
Qifrey's turquoise eye brightened, "Wasn't this commission quite the heavy load? I thought surely you would take some time to finish something of this magnitude. Weren’t you still working just now?"
Olly shook his head, pointing down at the papers that laid on the table below, "Was just scribbling out some final notes for the patron when ye came in.”
“Really?”
“Aye. Had to crack down and focus to finish it quickly."
"What ever for?"
"You aren't the only one with needs, love," his lips curled into a wry smile, and Qifrey's body rumbled once again with desire.
The single floatglow lamp lighting the room flickered. Olruggio laid his pen among the rest of his components and got up from his desk. He made himself comfortable on the couch next to Qifrey, leaning in and observing the man's sudden fidgeting.
"Now you've made me quite curious, though, and I'd love to know exactly how needy you claim to be."
"Olly I-" Olruggio put a finger to his lips.
"I want you to show me exactly how you feel," his deep, velvety voice caused quite a stir within Qifrey. He gulped, heart racing. "If I weren't here, how exactly would you work through these feelings, hmm?"
Qifrey's face flushed a deep shade at what he was insinuating. It was one thing to touch each other and do all sorts of lascivious things together - but it was entirely another to be put in the spotlight, Olly's deep blue eyes studying him as he unraveled while pleasing himself. The thought of it was embarrassing.
But also, thrilling.
He bit his bottom lip, closing his eye and focusing on how his nethers were tingling in anticipation, begging to be touched. If it was something Olly desired, then doing it excited him. He inhaled, steeled himself and slid his fingers between his legs, running them along the seam of his sleepwear. He leaned back into the couch, relaxing all his muscles and focusing on giving Olly the show he insisted on.
"That's it love," Olly softly praised, as Qifrey dipped his hand under the waistband and into his own pants, running a slender finger along his slit. Unsurprisingly, he was already soaked simply thinking about Olruggio all evening. Touching him, squeezing him, spreading him. His breath grew heavier as he drew languid circles around his clit.
"Olly-" Qifrey's voice hitched as he snaked his free hand under his shirt, rubbing his thumb back and forth over his hardened nipple.
He kept his movements slow, sensual, wanting to draw out as much pent up pleasure as possible. Warm himself up nice and good for Olly. Panting and moaning, he squirmed as he fought to wring out the feeling growing in his core.
Olly hummed, admiring how easily Qifrey had given into his whims. "Darling, I want to see your beautiful body. All of it. Want to see how wet you’ve become for me."
Qifrey was quick to obey and eager to please, pulling his shirt up over his head. The sudden cold air to his chest made him shiver. Curling his fingers under the waistband, he slid his pants down and off of his legs, kicking them aside. Bashfully, he turned his gaze away from Olly as he parted his slick folds and resumed flicking his fingers over his now swollen clit.
[Gods, this is obscene.]
This level of exposure had his cheeks burning, but he just couldn't resist pleasing himself as Olly sat back, still fully clothed, and enjoyed the show he was now determined to perform. He peeked over to get a good look at Olly, who was watching ardently, hand rubbing against the bulge under his skirt.
"Ahh, Olly," Qifrey moaned, pressing a finger into his hole, desperate to be filled with something, anything. He worked in and out, imagining Olly folding him in half and fucking him stupid. Fingers squelched against his walls as his core began to blossom from the pleasure.
"There we are - keep at it, love," Olly's voice was honey to Qifrey’s ears, sending shivers across his body. "I want to relish this moment. I want to remember all the different ways my name passes your quivering lips and how beautifully red and slick your pussy is."
[Oh.]
"The way your face twists in pleasure and embarrassment and those lewd sounds of your fingers fucking your hole - waiting and aching for my cock."
[Fuck.]
"Something for me to think back to when I'm away from the atelier on business and am horny, lonely and left to my own devices."
"Oh Olly. Olly, I want you so bad. I need you. Please...please," Qifrey pleaded, feeling so, so empty despite already having his own digits curled inside his depths.
Olruggio leaned in, just enough to whisper tantalizingly against the shell of his ear, "Not until you're good for me and make yourself cum."
Qifrey whined in protest, needy and desperate. A tear welled up along the edge of his eye.
"But, if you need a little inspiration, love," he unbuckled the clasps of his belt, and pulled at the waistband of both his skirt and pants underneath, freeing his cock from where it was once tented. He held his shaft firmly in his palm, gently stroking his hardened length as he watched Qifrey's expression perk up, "let me give you a little encouragement."
Qifrey’s head immediately spun at the sight of Olly jerking himself off. Jerking off in nothing but the loose fitting shirt that allowed just a small glimpse of the bountiful chest laying beneath, covered in a lush forest of hair and had Qifrey staring on more occasions than he’d like to admit.
[Gods, Olly. You tease.]
Olly leaned back into one of his many pillows, propping himself up with an elbow as he thumbed over the tip of his cock where precum had begun to spill out. Careful not to get overzealous, he kept his movements slow as he held his hungry gaze on his quickly collapsing lover. Qifrey leered at the way his thick thighs parted slightly, framing the balls that he yearned with a heated ferocity to drain of their seed.
[Oh stars, I can barely hold myself together!]
He felt the muscles in his core tense, walls clenching around his fingers and legs stiffening in place. Sweat glistened on his forehead as he pumped into his cunt faster and faster.
[Ahh! Oh! It's right there, close enough to grasp!]
His wrist began to cramp but he couldn’t bear to stop. Not now. He screwed his eye shut and imagined how otherworldly it will feel when Olly's cock is filling his needy hole, fucking into him deeper and fuller than his fingers could ever manage.
Qifrey inhaled sharply, toes curling as his clit pulsed with each subtle movement of his finger. He sang Olly's name again and again as he rode out the high. His body warm and tingly, fingers coated in his slick as he let out a staggered breath, he collapsed into all the pillows. Eye fluttering open, he looked up at his partner for validation.
"Very good, love," Olruggio purred, caressing the stretch of Qifrey’s trembling leg, leaning forward to kiss his inner thigh. "An excellent performance. Don't think I'll ever be able to get that one out of my mind. Not that I’d ever try."
He trailed kisses up Qifreys torso, squeezing at the pliant skin on his chest. He ran his tongue up the curves and stopped at his nipple, suckling and flicking his tongue over the bud. Qifrey whined, feeling all too sensitive.
"So pretty, so needy," he ran his hand gently down the curves of Qifrey’s torso. "Wanted me to fuck him so bad."
"O-Olly..." was all he could muster through all his horny brain fog.
"Mmm," Olly's deep voice reverberated against his skin. He pulled his lips away from Qifrey's chest, a strand of saliva following him as he propped himself up. He licked his lips, pulling his billowing shirt over his head and letting it fall to the floor. Qifrey moaned at the sight of Olly’s filled out frame, covered in bristly hair, soft and squishy with a belly that showed just how much he appreciated Qifrey’s cooking.
Gripping his lover’s thighs firmly, Olruggio slowly pushed them forward towards his chest to further spread his folds. He gazed down at Qifrey, eyes a blazing fire of lust.
"M'gunna fuck you so good. Gunna coax out all those sounds that are music to my ears."
Qifrey watched as Olly lined himself up and eased into him, filling his cunt exactly like he was hoping for. His head flew backwards, digging into the pillow beneath him.
"Olly...yo- you feel," he stuttered out frantically as Olly pulled out and quickly snapped back in, Qifrey's walls welcoming his cock back by clenching possessively around him. "So fu-fucking good!"
"As do you," Olly rasped, falling into Qifrey and kissing him hard on the mouth. High on pleasure, Qifrey sloppily returned the kiss, parting his lips and letting Olly moan against his tongue. He could taste the silvernectar wine. "You're driving me fucking mad, Qifrey. Don't know how long I'll last like this."
Olly's hand shot up Qifrey's torso, rough callouses brushing against soft skin. He groped at Qifrey's chest, more fervently than before - squeezing and rubbing over his hardened nipple, pinching it between his fingers as he rhythmically pushed into the man's core. Every effort he had made to be slow and gentle had crumbled away the moment he sunk fully into Qifrey and felt exactly how his warm walls hugged him and fought to pull him deeper.
Qifrey whined and writhed below Olly, his pussy overly sensitive to his lover’s every movement. He arched his back and grasped tight to the pillows and blanket covering the couch as he felt Olly's hot breath against his neck. Kissing, licking, biting his skin, mindlessly leaving marks that they would surely both regret come tomorrow morning.
Qifrey was not far from another orgasm, finding it much quicker now that Olly was directly involved. His voice wobbled more with each sound that pried itself from his lips.
Olruggio straightened his back up and adjusted Qifrey’s leg so it was propped up on his shoulder, spreading him out further so he could see the way his lover clenched around him. He panted, sweat dripping off his brow as he pressed his fingers to Qifrey’s clit. Rubbing loving circles, Qifrey sobbed at how tender he felt at his nerves being overworked.
“Feels good, hmm?” Olly taunted. “Be as loud as you want, love. I’ve managed to implement a permanent silencing spell on the door.”
Wicked man. He couldn’t even be quiet if he tried.
[Fucking hell, Olly-]
Muscles convulsing, he shot to his peak, howling in satisfaction. He closed his eye, tearing up as Olly’s cock dug into his leaking cunt, hitting just the right spot. Groaning, the digits on his clit continued to stroke him sore as they collected his fluids. He was so dumbstruck he couldn’t even bring any semblance of coherency to his lips. In between shallow breaths, he muttered syllables of Olruggio’s name as if it was all he knew.
Olly pulled his fingers from his slick folds, reaching forward and sliding them into Qifrey’s gaping mouth. Instinctually, Qifrey wrapped his lips around them, rubbing his tongue along and sucking them clean.
“Yer something else, Qifrey,” Olly grunted, falling forward and pressing their foreheads together. He closed his eyes, fighting a losing battle against his body to draw out the feeling for as long as possible. Qifrey could feel his lover’s cock twitching against his walls. He pulled Olly in closer, their bodies flush against one another as he wrapped his legs around him.
"Qifrey..." he pleaded, cheeks and ears a deep red. His thrusts had become erratic, sloppily fucking him into the cushions of his couch. "Love ye so much. Love how ye feel. Gunna make me cum."
Qifrey desperately grasped at Olly's back, moaning against the curve of his jaw. "Inside," he begged, knowing he maybe sounded a little bit pathetic about it. "F-fill me up with your love, Olly."
Olruggio kissed him hard, biting his bottom lip and devouring every one of his needy moans as he pushed balls deep into Qifrey's sopping cunt. The room filled with lewd sounds of sweaty skin slapping together and hot musky air while the two strained desperately for that final earth shattering moment. Qifrey’s mind melted into a puddle of goo as Olly pounded him raw.
"Oh Gods, Qifrey!" He felt Olly's cock pulse, pleasure exploding and pumping his pussy full of warm seed, pushing it into his cervix. Olly crumbled apart and fell in to embrace Qifrey, keeping his cock nestled comfortably inside him as he let the rest of his spend ooze into his partner.
"Mmn…so hot- Olly I’m-" Qifrey gasped, feeling fireworks radiate to the sensitive parts of his body. Olly rolled his hips slowly through Qifrey's orgasm, coaxing those last needy squeals from his lover. Qifrey’s thighs trembled against him as he spilled fluids. He clung to Olly, digging his fingernails into his shoulder blades.
Taking a minute to soak up the feeling before having to snap back to earth, they panted and nuzzled into one another, lazily kissing the parts of each other's body they could reach. Qifrey’s ears were ringing and his vision blurry, feeling so, so sensitive and sore he was certain he would feel it in the morning. He took a deep breath.
Sweat slicked skin began to cool and their breathing stabilized as they gently pulled apart, Qifrey mourning the loss of Olly from inside him. Olruggio leaned forward and planted a kiss on his cheek, smiling that stupid smile that Qifrey had been missing so dearly.
"Qifrey, ye got me seein stars."
[Me too.]
Qifrey gazed longingly, admiring the love of his life and how he truly glowed in quiet moments that just the two of them shared. Oh how lucky he was to be blessed by the presence of a star. He sighed, soaking up the moment.
“Does this mean you'll come sleep in our bed tonight then?”
“Aye, don’t think I can do another night falling asleep at my desk. Doin’ a number on m’back.”
Qifrey laughed softly, “remind me to give you a much needed back rub tomorrow.”
“Mmm, that would be lovely,” Olly mused, laying his hand over Qifrey’s, “but actually, since I finished this commission early, I was thinking we might take a brief trip somewhere together once I’ve returned from delivering it. Just the two of us. We could both use a pampering.”
“Really?”
“Like you said, it’s been a while since we’ve had time to ourselves between work, chores and the girls. And this,” he gestured at their nudity, “was exceptional. But I also want to spend time relaxing with you, want ye all to myself for a little.”
“What about the girls then?"
He shot him a cheesy thumbs up, having cleverly thought ahead. “Already spoke to Beldaruit about it last I was in the Great Hall. Apparently the girls mentioned wanting to have a sleepover and have him teach them some of his flashy spells.” He shrugged, “Either way, he was more than happy at the prospect of seeing more of his grand-apprentices.”
Qifrey traced circles into one of the pillows surrounding him, humming while he gave it a thought. “Well, if everything is above board, then how on earth could I say no?”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Olruggio grinned, bringing Qifrey’s hand to his lips and peppering kisses up his arm. “Let me take ye somewhere nice and show ye a good time.”
“Let's start with getting a good night's rest tonight, yes?”
“Agreed - but before that, best clean ourselves up.” He got up and grabbed the open bottle of wine off his desk. “Not much left, but enough for two glasses. Could have a glass while we bathe, chat a bit before bed?”
“Surprised there's any left at all if I’m being honest,” Qifrey pertly chided, sliding his pants on and tossing Olruggio his, “but I’ll take you up on that.”
“Oi, what’re ye implying exactly? Think I’m that much of a lush?”
Qifrey grabbed the bottle out of his hands, leading the way to the bath, “Wonder where all my bottles of homemade liquor keep running off to then, hmm, Olruggio of the Vine?”
“Cheeky. That’s a defamation of character right there,” Olly flirted as he ran down the stairs chasing after him. He gave Qifrey’s behind a gentle smack. “Going t’have to punish you a bit for it, ye little brat.”
“Is that so?” Qifrey smirked. Perhaps they wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight after all.