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It had been sideways glances and slight tilts of the head throughout the whole school day for Vil and Rook. There were no chances for the two of them to talk to one another for longer than a minute or two every once in a while, and by the time the two of them had settled down in the Pomifore dorm at the end of the day, Rook went directly to Vil's room.
The dorm leader was sitting in front of a large vanity mirror, most likely doing maintenance on his makeup after the toll flight class had taken on it. Of course however, any flaws were nigh impossible to see, as Vil took great care in finding methods of looking beautiful even exercising, as others suffered from the physical exertion around him. Rook thought it was amazing.
Glancing to where Rook stood reflected in the large mirror, Vil let a small smile cross their face, amused at how quickly Rook had found his way into their room.
"Good evening, roi de poison,"
Rook spoke, greeting Vil. The latter turned around in his chair, setting down whatever brush he had been using on their face.
"Good evening, Rook. I take it you missed me?"
The blond replied, standing up from their vanity, holding himself with perfect posture. Vil had been dating Rook long enough to know when he wanted something.
"I did. There were barely any opportunities to see your beautiful visage, or speak with you today, it saddens me,"
"Why don't we make it up, then?"
Vil had all but closed the gap between the two boys, standing in front of the shorter blond. Vil was by no means short normally, but with the heels they wore, he practically seemed to tower over Rook.
"I would gladly oblige, mon chéri,"
With that, Vil leaned in to give Rook a soft kiss on the lips. The lightheaded feeling Rook always got after a kiss from Vil never got old. It was refreshing and exhilarating at the same time, and he could never get enough of it.
"You've probably been waiting all day for this, hmm?"
Vil cooed, caressing Rook's face with one hand, and holding onto his waist with the other, guiding the huntsman to lean his back against the door.
"Wanting me to take you all for myself, is that right Rook?"
Rook simply let out a quiet whine back, practically half hard already. The things that Vil could do to him with so little effort was astounding.
They tactfully locked the bedroom door Rook was pinned against, preventing anyone from walking in on them and possibly causing a scandal that cost Vil's entire career.
"Don't be shy, use your words,"
Vil continued, frowning slightly. Rook turned his head to the side, an embarrassed flush spreading across his face.
"I would like that, my lovely Vil,"
Rook muttered, glancing up at the taller boy.
And that was all Vil needed to hear.
They leaned in again, pressing soft kisses to Rook's jaw, slowly making his way down the other's neck. He paused at the high collar of the Pomifore dorm's uniform, grumbling something about inconvenience under his breath. Vil loosened Rook's uniform around the shoulders, pulling it down so it rested just above his chest, leaving his collarbone and broad shoulders completely exposed and at Vil's mercy.
Once the clothes were somewhat out of the way, Vil began to nip and bite at the skin, causing Rook to let out small gasps of surprise that slowly faded into quiet noises of pleasure.
"Ah-! Mmmh, Vil, please,"
Whenever Rook seemed to become more vocal, Vil would quiet him with a kiss on the lips. The walls weren't very thin in Pomifore, but the two of them were right on the door to Vil's room. Realizing this may be an issue, Vil pulled away from Rook, and tugged on his sleeve, pulling him over to Vil's large bed.
"Undress. Right now,"
The dorm leader commanded, wanting to get back to what the two of them had been doing as fast as they could. Vil also made quick work of their outfit, loosely folding it and placing it on his chair. His dorm uniform couldn't afford to have any wrinkles in it.
Rook did not share the same sentiment, however, and his clothes were in a lumpy pile on the floor by the foot of Vil's bed.
"Are you so eager for me as to disregard the state your uniform will be in when you go to pick it back up?"
Vil commented, noticing the sloppiness. Normally they would make Rook clean up the mess first, but he was restless to get to it as well, so he let it slide, just this once.
"...Perhaps. But is there really any shame in that? Anyone would be eager to have the opportunity to be with someone as beautiful as you, mon chéri,"
"You flatter me,"
"I say nothing that isn't the truth,"
Vil smiled at that, climbing into the bed on top of Rook. They leaned in to place a soft kiss onto the blond's forehead, then began to slowly make his way down Rook's body, tracing his hands along his sides in an almost reverent manner.
"You always praise others for their beauty,"
Vil whispered, a hand ghosting over the huntsman's hip, as if he were a delicate treasure to be kept safe under lock and key.
"And yet you seem to forget your own far too often for my liking,"
They continued, nipping at Rook's ear. He let out a gasp at that, a chill running down his spine at the sensation.
"You are gorgeous, Rook. Do not forget that,"
The dorm leader continued, tracing shapes with their fingers over the other's toned body, smiling slightly as he squirmed under Vil's touch. Their perfume was intoxicating, the flowery scent enough to make Rook lightheaded as his partner flicked a thumb over one of his nipples, eliciting a quick gasp from the blond.
Vil gave Rook another soft kiss on the lips, that slowly turned more heated, until the two of them were making out. Rook's arms were thrown around Vil's shoulders, and Vil had a hand cupping Rook's jaw, and another keeping a tight grip around Rook's waist, his thumb tracing gentle circles around his pelvic area.
Rook's hips bucked up at the action, soft moans escaping bruised lips through kisses. Without warning, Vil suddenly sat up, and pushed up Rook's legs with both hands, draping his knees over their shoulder, and planting a kiss to the inside of Rook's thigh.
The huntsman squirmed as Vil kissed and bit at his sensitive inner thighs, and the dorm leader smiled against his skin, feeling elated at how easily Rook fell apart under his touch.
Rook's head was thrown back against the pillows, a thin sheen of sweat coating his forehead, lust filled emerald eyes looking at Vil through lowered lashes. His chest was rising up and down, and his face screwed up in pleasure as Vil licked a stripe up his thigh.
And Vil hadn't even touched his cock yet.
Vil sat up after a few minutes of this, removing one of their hands to take a small bottle out of his bedstand's drawer. Popping off the top of the bottle of lube, Vil drizzled it over his boyfriend's hole, a faint scent of candied apples coming from the liquid. Rook gasped as the cold lube made contact with his hot skin, whimpering when Vil practically manhandled his legs up into position.
Readjusting the firm grip Vil had on Rook's legs, spreading them again, he leaned down and slowly prodded his tongue into Rook's tight hole.
"AH--!"
A choked out moan escaped Rook's mouth at the sensation, the warm muscle methodically stretching him out until the blond became loose and pliant under Vil's steady grip on his waste. That was bound to leave some sort of bruise by the morning, not that Rook minded. It would be covered by clothes, and besides, he didn't care if a mark or two showed.
Gripping the sheets with one hand, Rook reached for his cock to jerk off while Vil was eating him out, only to be met with a slap to the hand, and Vil giving him a warning look. Taking their face out of Rook's ass area, Vil let go of Rook's legs, letting them fall weakly to either side of the dorm head.
"Are you that desperate to cum? You're such a whore,"
Vil said scathingly, reaching up to hold Rook's wrists above his head with one hand, and giving his cock a rough jerk, then ran a thumb over the beads of precum forming on the tip. Rook let out an unabashed moan at the gesture, hips stuttering up into Vil's hand.
"Look how needy you are. I haven't even started fucking you yet, and you're already a mess,"
Vil continued, then removed his hand from Rook's cock, much to the others dismay. He thrusted up into empty air a few times, desperate for some sort of friction. They then slowly inserted their pointer and middle fingers into Rook's already stretched hole, spreading him out even more.
The huntsman let a string of moans spill out of his mouth at the action, feeling the long fingers just barely graze against his prostate. Vil was doing it on purpose, wanting to get Rook as riled up as possible without him cumming.
Finally, Vil removed his fingers from Rook's ass, and hoisted one of the more muscular blond's legs over his shoulder, one hand still pinning both of Rook's in place. Lining up their cock to the other's loose hole, still dripping with lube, Vil paused.
"Ready?"
He asked, not wanting to catch Rook off gaurd and possible cause any discomfort. Even behind all the degradation and teasing, Vil did want to make sure Rook was enjoying this.
"Please just put it in already,"
Rook replied breathily, staring at Vil through hooded eyes.
"As you wish,"
Vil said, and pushed in with one quick thrust, eliciting a loud moan from Rook, as he rolled his hips back to meet Vil out of reflex. Vil continued the quick pace, groaning as they felt Rook's hole clench and unclench around them, the sounds of breathy moans and slapping skin filling Vil's room.
After the initial rush of things, Vil slowed just a bit to readjust where he was thrusting, lining it up to try and hit Rook's prostate. On the third thrust he was rewarded with a pleasured cry tearing itself out of Rook's throat, followed subsequently with a series of breathless gasps and pants.
Vil sped up again after this, now that he knew that he was hitting the most sensitive spot in Rook's hole. A neverending chorus of moans spilled from Rook's mouth, peppered with groans and gasps coming from Vil as he begun to feel close to finishing.
It seemed Rook was in a similar situation, as he choked out another moan, and bucked his hips back into Vil's.
"Vil-- I'm going to cum soon- Ah!"
He warned, then fell back into a babbling mess. Vil grunted in acknowledgement, chasing their own high at this point. A feeling of embarrassment washed over Rook, realizing that he was about to cum untouched. He relished the way only Vil was able to do that to him, only they knew his body well enough to render him into this absolute mess.
His cock ached, practically begging to be touched. The lack of stimulation in the area only drove Rook even crazier, moaning and whimpering as he let his head fall to the side.
"Mmh-! Vil--!"
Rook came first, a jet of sticky white liquid shooting over his chest and face as he arched his back while crying out in pleasure, being fucked through his orgasm. He clutched at the sheets, arms straining against Vil's strong grasp, hips twitching from overstimulation.
Tears pricked at the corner of the huntsman's eyes, threatening to spill over and make him look even more ruined than he already was. Rook was a sight to behold, sweaty and panting, eyes almost rolled up into his head as Vil continued to pound into him.
A few seconds after, Vil came as well, thrusting deep into Rook, and emptying his seed inside of his ass. The dorm head groaned as they pulled out, cum dribbling out of Rook's hole and dripping onto his thighs. The blond looked beautiful like this, coated in cum and panting, all at the hands of Vil.
They removed their hands from Rook's wrists, and winced at the red hand marks covering them. He hoped he hadn't hurt Rook too much. Vil also slowly lowered the leg he'd had propped up while fucking Rook, gently as Vil knew his boyfriend was bound to be sore after that.
He leaned down to give Rook a soft kiss on the lips, caressing his cheek.
"How are you feeling?"
Vil asked, as Rook hadn't said anything yet.
"..Sleepy. That was lovely, though. Thank you, mon chèri,"
"I'm glad you're doing alright. I apologize if I ended up hurting you on accident, you did amazingly,"
"What is pleasure without a little pain?"
Rook joked, drawing a small laugh out of his partner. With that, Vil gave Rook one more kiss, (this time on the forehead), then stood up.
"I'll change the sheets in the morning, let's just focus on getting you cleaned up first,"
He gestured to the cum coating Rook's stomach and thighs, then made his way to the ajacent bathroom in their dorm room to get a wet washcloth to wipe down the huntsman. Returning to the bed, Vil found themselves greeted by quiet snoring coming from Rook.
It seemed that he'd fallen asleep while Vil was gone.
A bemused expression ghosted across the dorm head's face, before getting replaced with a soft smile. He still cleaned up Rook with the wash cloth, and pulled the blankets over his sleeping body. They returned to the bathroom to clean themselves up a bit, and then came back to the bed.
Rook was still sleeping, so Vil carefully crawled into bed with him, tucking a strand of his straight blond hair out of his face, and closed their eyes, resting next to their boyfriend.