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"You would want to try it with me?" Olruggio's voice rings the same it has all night, scratchy and heavy with sleep for a while now as they laze together on his bed, half-reclined against the pillows.
"I trust you more than enough for that," Qifrey peeks up from where he's nuzzled at Olruggio's side with absolute certainty, ready to explain more about the fantasy he’s just brought up at Olruggio's curious gaze.
"I find it… the thought, at least, exhilarating, it's both about losing control and not having a choice in that matter. It's…" Qifrey runs short on the words that would best describe a feeling he's only fantasized about and Olruggio doesn't push for it.
"I'm fine trying the next time we have time," Olruggio lazily twirls his fingers through Qifrey's short locks, curious smile still tugging at his lips but he asks the logical question first, as he's always done whenever the two of them tried something new, "The same safeword applies?"
Qifrey lets out a small chortle, always appreciating being asked and finding it adorable, " 'Water' still applies."
"The same applies for you too though," Qifrey’s quick to mention while he remembers, rolling onto his side to look Olruggio in the eyes clearly, "If you find it too dark to handle, as I will be protesting against you throughout it. Not exactly what you hear from me usually."
"Of course, but worry about yourself first," Olruggio shifts lower on his pillow and sends Qifrey a loving glance as the witch also shifts to lay his head on his chest, each tangled up in their own clothes and the blanket but still more than comfortable to really care, "You have a plan when?"
"I'm planning to leave the girls at Mr. Nolnoa and Tartar's a week from now, then maybe," Qifrey quirks an eyebrow.
"You have any specific way you want it to play out in mind?"
"Well, I'm thinking..."
The atelier is quiet a week from then, Qifrey having led his apprentices through the windowway to Kalhn and seen them off at the entrance of the Starry Sword, leaving the girls to either play or study until he'd return around evening.
Olruggio's awake by the time he's returned from Kalhn and doesn't need any reminding of their arrangement as the man presses a kiss to his cheek and asks Qifrey if he's still okay with what they've discussed the week prior – he is.
Olruggio retreats back to his part of the atelier with a knowing expression that other times Qifrey would want to playfully wipe off his face, but now as he knows what's to come, it makes his stomach flutter. He keeps himself from rehearsing the whole scene in his mind, rather trying to set his mind and mood to what he himself had proposed as he heads to the kitchen, and as he hurries to make lunch it's also the go-ahead for the scene to start as they had agreed.
As he sets the kettle to boil and draws a sigil of fire over which to heat up a pot with some quick lunch, he does his best to steer his mood to a somber and glum one, fitting the role of a "wife" that's not married to the best of men. He nearly cracks up at his own forced seriousness a couple of times, though manages as he hurries along with the lunch, trying to set the table before said gruff man emerges from his room.
There's no chance of that, of course, as a door slams open further in the atelier and Olruggio's gruff face emerges soon enough. Qifrey’s not even half done with the lunch when Olruggio greets him with a glance at the empty table and a dissatisfied grumble, and even the passive-aggressiveness in the way he roughly pulls back a chair before plopping down at the table is enough to make Qifrey's nerves both tingle and stand on edge.
It's not even a full minute later when Olruggio's voice palpably cuts the air again, and Qifrey takes a nervous peek back at the table, notes how good of an actor he can be, "Well? Are you planning to let me go starving?"
"It'll be a while," Qifrey sighs and tenses as Olruggio waltzes over to his side anyway and critiques the food with his gaze, unimpressed, "I can bring it to your room when I'm fini–"
"And let you piss off, just because you can't stand to be in the same room as me, huh," the disdain in his tone is clear, and then entirely too sweet at the end.
Olruggio's hand sneaks around his waist, but the grip is tight enough to make Qifrey’s clothing bunch up and threaten to bruise the skin underneath. Qifrey’s whole upper body squirms away as his own hand comes to cover Olruggio's in thought to pry it away, but he doesn't even get that far when the nails dig into his side, a warning, and he can only gasp and silently hiss out the breath he nearly choked on, "Can you, please, not today–"
He's pulled back from the counter just half a step, sudden enough to make him stumble. Qifrey’s back thumps against Olruggio's chest immediately after, better than falling flat on the floor, though he reconsiders that thought as he's pulled in closer and his one side is nearly squashed against Olruggio's chest and the man feels so much larger beside him like this.
His nerves spike with a twinge of genuine anxiety as Olruggio's free hand comes to cup his jaw and his head is forced around in a way to look Olruggio in the eyes, full of entirely mock hurt, "Don't I love you enough?"
There's the smallest of moments between them, an easy gap Olruggio's created for Qifrey to use his safeword now if need be before they really get started. Qifrey’s chest rises with some tightness and he recalls the spike of his nerves, but it doesn't make him want to stop now – he feels absolutely ecstatic.
The blood in his veins is hot, and as he fully comprehends how close and tight the entirety of him is pressed up against Olruggio, he can't help but love the low pang that runs throughout him to his groin - and feigning not being aroused just adds to the exhilaration. His next line could be his safeword, but...
"Olly–don't–" his voice pitches high and pleading. His fingers once more fumble around the hand holding his hips in an iron-clad grip, genuinely getting to pry Olruggio's index finger back before the rest of them dig into his hip once more.
"Shhh, it's okay if you want some attention. I might've neglected you too much, have I?" Olruggio's voice still drips honey-sweet, though it's more pressed, and as the fingers at his side relax only to tighten again, the subtext is very clear.
'We're doing this. It's up to you how difficult you want to make this.'
The entirety of Qifrey's upper body is leaned as far away as possible where he’s not held close by Olruggio, and Olruggio’s cold gaze only makes him want to pull away more. There's a growing impatience in Olruggio's eyes, increasing by the second and rubbing more fear into Qifrey and he soon finds himself nodding in frantic agreement, not wanting to make this as worse as it can get.
"See? Good, it's good we cleared that up then, everything doesn't always have to be dramatic," Olruggio's voice is still pressed for the first syllables, but the hold on Qifrey's jaw lessens exponentially and his "husband" draws him closer into a kiss.
Qifrey’s body bucks against him with a sharp inhale when he feels Olruggio's half-hard cock through his loose-fitting pants and Olruggio’s not shy to pull back from the kiss just to scrutinize him with a frown, "No need to be dramatic."
"I just.. uhm, the food–" Qifrey starts up again, finger nervously pointing at the first thing that'll snatch away the attention from his slip-up and it's the pot still heating over the fire spell.
He doesn't even get to finish as Olruggio scoffs and lets go of him to extinguish the fire spell, though it's only for the briefest of moments that Qifrey's let go, and he only manages to stumble away two steps before he's being seized by his wrist and stared down again, "The food will wait. We're going to my room."
"Of.. course.." Qifrey mouths breathily as Olruggio walks around and ahead of him, and tugs him along by the wrist through the atelier.
He's tripped almost two times and can't seem to keep a normal pace alongside Olruggio that has him feeling like he’s being dragged along throughout the atelier, and his chest only tightens when they’re already at the stairs leading up to the catwalk and Olruggio's part of the atelier. It makes him try to pry away Olruggio's steel grip once more with heightened urgency.
It's to no avail, even as he decides to rake his nails over Olruggio's hand while the man pushes open the door to his atelier, as it doesn't stop Olruggio in the least and only attracts another glare and then some as Qifrey can all but plead, "Let g–go of me.. you unhappy man–!"
"What's with you and the tantrums today," Olruggio scoffs with his whole head cocking to the side, both irritated and gotten bored of his “wife’s” unreasonable moods, "Make up your mind. You just agreed with me a moment ago, did you not?"
"I.." Qifrey can't even utter a denial at Olruggio’s statement as he had been frightened into agreeing, but his mind is now set on seeing his act out until he knows he'll be held down and unable to, "Please, please, oh please, just not t–today.. not today, Olly–"
Qifrey breaks into a quiet whimper as his wrist is twisted in Olruggio's hold as he steps into Qifrey's personal space once more and almost lovingly pulls them chest-to-chest, but the sweetness is all but gone in his voice, shaking Qifrey in place with each strain of his voice, "Don't you 'Olly' me. We wouldn't be having these problems in the first place if you wouldn't insist upon being so damn difficult– "
Qifrey barely even listens to his words as he balls his free hand into a fist and brings himself to give a frantic punch against Olruggio's back where he can strike him, then at Olruggio's front as the man takes a miniature step back before Qifrey himself is struck with a backhand across the face and falls to the floor.
He tries to struggle to his feet while pressing against the wall, but lets his legs go out when Olruggio tries to force him up too – for the moment indeed feeling like a child throwing a tantrum – which earns him a few irritated grumbles and then a harsh shove to the floor once more before his "husband" finds an efficient way of hauling him up by the armpits, leering at him as he slates Qifrey against his side.
"For someone so desperately opposed to the idea, you sure are excited," Olruggio drags Qifrey inside his atelier and upon shutting the door behind them pins Qifrey against it with a rough hand on his shoulder, his other hand skimming up his clothed thighs and stopping over Qifrey's half-hard cock, squeezing it through the fabric as if proving a point.
When Qifrey inhales sharply at the touch it only makes Olruggio smirk as if he's correct, "Attention whore."
"I don't.. I'm not.." Qifrey's nerves jolt and he feels his cock throb against Olruggio's hand from the sudden cruel words – he’s only able to feign so many pleas, not the way his body reacts at Olruggio's familiar touches – before letting out an involuntary whine when the warmth of Olruggio's hand leaves its place on his cock and the man sweeps him up bridal style to fly them up to his bed.
He's thrown less than gently onto the bed and feels Olruggio land on top of him moments later, the man straddling his hips with his own to keep him from trashing. Olruggio's hands seize around Qifrey's arms and press them back into the bed, painfully bent at Qifrey’s sides even before he can attempt to budge up into sitting or try punching him away.
Olruggio's towering low enough over him to cast a shadow and fill up the entirety of Qifrey's view, the hands on his arms gripping tighter as he trashes in Olruggio's hold and earns himself another sneer, "If you're going to struggle so much I'm going to throw you out of this bed myself and then we're going to do it on the floor, would you like that better, huh? "
Qifrey spasms under Olruggio as his wrist is twisted in the already bruising hold to accentuate the threat, and he doesn't need to look over the side of the bed to know the fall would leave him bruised for days. Qifrey's wrist simmers with a dull ache as he brings his gaze up to Olruggio's frown, another jolt of hurt going through his wrist as Olruggio gives it an impatient squeeze and Qifrey can only nod meekly.
It seems to satisfy Olruggio as he leans away and moves into sitting atop Qifrey again, almost testing his obedience as he pulls his own shirt over his head and takes a good look down at Qifrey before leaning over him again.
Qifrey presses his eyes shut as his breath shudders before it's stolen away by Olruggio's lips as the man lays fully against him, his body another insurance of limiting Qifrey's struggles as Olruggio's hands now busy themselves with hooking under the hem of Qifrey’s pants, inching them down and in turn sliding his other hand under Qifrey's shirt, pulling it up as he feels his way up Qifrey's tight abdomen and then quickly tossing it over his head.
Qifrey's hands briefly grab at his own pants to hold them up but gives up on doing so as Olruggio growls against his lips, then moves away to scatter bites in the crook of his neck.
The scruff of Olruggio's beard tickles against his skin in turn with the sting of each bite, and Qifrey can't help but to gasp sharply as Olruggio's still very lovable lips press against his skin for a harsher, lingering kiss.
It's maddening trying to keep up an act of frantic dismay when his body is half-naked and reacting with pleasure to each touch, his entirety shuddering while feeling Olruggio's hard cock through his pants pressing so close to him. He pinches his eyes closed tighter, tangling his hands into Olruggio's mop of hair as frantically as one can, with force and tautly enough to be tugging at his roots.
Olruggio gives a grunt of displeasure and his hands get rougher with stripping the last layer of clothing covering Qifrey’s cock, an involuntary moan spilling from Qifrey's lips when Olruggio immediately wraps his hand around him and gives his cock a firm squeeze.
Olruggio's hand doesn't persist on him long, but Qifrey’s still rolled his head into a pillow to muffle any other whines drawn from him when Olruggio's hand leaves his cock and the man leans over him, grabbing him by the jaw and forcing one finger past his lips so suddenly that Qifrey nearly bites him.
"Lick," Olruggio casts a shadow over him as he leans in closer, Qifrey’s jaw still trapped in Olruggio's hold as his head is manhandled around, Olruggio tracing his index over the rows of his teeth and snapping at him lowly when he does not comply, "I'm trying to be nice. Lick, or we're doing this dry."
Qifrey reluctantly opens his mouth and feels Olruggio give his cheek a rough pat, and it's the most humiliation he's experienced from such a small action.
He refuses to look Olruggio in the eyes as the man unabashedly enjoys exploring each inch of his mouth, pressing three fingers down against his tongue and sliding them back so far Qifrey nearly chokes before Olruggio actually lets Qifrey properly lick around his fingers, not without enjoying the sight of Qifrey's tongue wrapped around his fingers in a way that makes him palm his own hard cock through his pants.
There's very little patience left in Olruggio and Qifrey receives no warning when the fingers leave his mouth and press up against his entrance moments later, and he gasps in surprise as Olruggio works in the first finger.
There’s some care in the way he’s worked open, a mix between impatience and the small moments of "being nice," though there's very much more impatience in Olruggio's movements as he adds a second finger and growls when Qifrey grunts in raw discomfort as he's scissored open.
The stretch subsides to an almost pleasant burn to Qifrey, but the saliva on Olruggio's fingers is drying quickly and he presses the last finger in mere moments later that Qifrey has to fist his hands into the sheets with a displeased inhale, genuine tears pricking up in the corners of his eyes as he tries to keep his breathing as calm as he can.
The moment Olruggio's fingers pull out of him, Qifrey closes his legs stubbornly, a petty defiance Olruggio makes sure to scowl at as he slides out of his pants and underwear in one go, letting out a gruff groan as he gives his aching cock a once-over and clicks his tongue in annoyance to Qifrey's actions, "So damn stubborn."
Olruggio's hands grab at Qifrey's legs and then dig into his thighs when Qifrey tries kicking him in the chest and fails as Olruggio slots himself closer between his legs with ease, still holding Qifrey’s legs tightly at his sides. A weak plea spills from Qifrey's lips as he aimlessly searches Olruggio’s eyes for any decency and he meekly shakes his head, "Please…"
“Shhh, I’ll make this feel good for you if you do so for me. So don’t you dare complain,” Olruggio tuts from above as one of his hands slides under Qifrey’s hips and holds him steadily as he quickly spits into his other hand and spreads it over his cock before aligning his cockhead to Qifrey’s tight ring of muscle, pushing into him with a breathy groan.
Qifrey’s hips stutter from the stretch and burn of being parted, but it's a raw burn of Olruggio fully burying himself within him that has his head rolling back against the bed. His whole body stills as the ache between his legs flares at each small movement and he tries relaxing as best as he can while still being held at an odd angle with Olruggio’s nails digging into him.
A whimper catches in his throat as Olruggio readjusts his handhold below Qifrey’s hip and leans down over him, steadying himself on his elbow besides Qifrey’s head with a low grunt, before moving his hips back and slamming his cock into Qifrey once more, and the stretch and burn accompanying it makes it hard focusing on anything besides the way Olruggio’s holding him down simply by being above him, with his cock so vividly deep in him.
Olruggio’s hold on his hip is bruising once more as he goes from a slow pace to something rough where the man’s teeth dig into the side of Qifrey’s neck, with hot puffs of air sticking to his skin that makes thrills run through him, and Qifrey feels as though he’s being robbed of his breath with how close he’s pressed up against his “husband.”
He desperately needs somewhere to perch his hands and does so by digging his nails into Olruggio’s back as he’s rocked into, scratching down hard each time a thrust casts a tight whimper to spill from his lips that makes his throat feel like he just as well could be choking now.
Olruggio’s hand slips down to the curve of his ass and with some effort lifts Qifrey an inch into the air, changing the angle and the next thing spilling from Qifrey’s lips is a rich moan from the change from pain to pleasure, and Olruggio’s low grunt against his ear makes the hairs on his back stand, “Feels good, doesn’t it? Told you so.”
There’s mock romance in his “husband’s” voice again and despite the slight blurring of his sight, a pleasurable tingling rushing through him as he feels at the edge of climax, he digs his nails harder into Olruggio’s back.
“Unthankful bitch,” Olruggio sneers and Qifrey anticipates whatever pain to be next, but Olruggio's teeth digging harshly into his skin still makes his breath catch in his throat as the new bruise burns on his shoulder.
Qifrey bites his lip throughout the last of his pleasurable moans and sighs, both spitefully and shamefully not letting Olruggio hear him when his own weeping cock has stayed neglected between them and only has made his head spin.
Olruggio's hips stutter with considerable sloppiness and he comes with a loud groan, nearly falling on top of Qifrey but holding himself up, and almost as an afterthought finally grasping around Qifrey's cock and in a few jerks has him spilling between them.
There's a silence filled with grunts and shaky breaths before Olruggio moves out from in between Qifrey's legs and lays onto his side, comfortably wrapping both his hands around Qifrey, "Are you alright?"
"I'm alright," Qifrey copies right after, voice still breathy but no longer digging his nails into his lover's back as he simply wraps them around Olruggio when he pulls him closer.
"That was exhilarating," he comments after an inhale and Olruggio chuckles beside him.
"You do not know how many times I nearly started laughing before I even came out of my room," Olruggio recalls and his lips have already curved into a smile at the memory and he gives a few chuckles at it, "Though making angry faces in the mirror probably was going to cause that."
"Mhmm, an angry face doesn't suit you," Qifrey hums as he brings his hands up to Olruggio's cheeks and gives them a squish that immediately makes his lover sigh.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," Olruggio half sits up on the bed, looking back at Qifrey as he lazes there, "I think I bit you too hard too."
Qifrey quirks an eyebrow at Olruggio and proceeds in a dramatically righteous tone, "Yes–! I am wounded and cannot move from this spot–"
"–I'm actually considering throwing you out the bed–"
"–Oh come on, you could comply with me at least once," Qifrey grumbles as he gets up into sitting too, flinching as his lower back gives a pain and he surveys the rest of the bruises he's acquired.
"I'm the one helping you down every time," Olruggio says as if that means a lot and Qifrey deadpans in his direction until he sighs, "I'll carry you to the bathroom."
"I love you so much. Genuinely," Qifrey chimes as he leans against Olruggio's shoulder and wraps his arms around the man once more.
Olruggio wraps a hand around Qifrey's back and buries it into Qifrey's soft hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, "I love you too."