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Qifrey knows he shouldn’t be doing this.
He shouldn’t be sneaking across the hall to Olruggio’s wing this late at night. He shouldn’t be sneaking over without informing his Watchful Eye of his sudden presence. He shouldn’t be drawing a sound muffling spell on the door. It’s something he has done many times before and each time he felt more and more guilty.
And yet he couldn’t help himself.
He told himself it’s just to check to make sure Olruggio has gone to rest. Checking to make sure he’s taking proper care of himself. Making sure he’s eaten the meal he brought back to his room and that he’s sleeping at a decent time, if he’s asleep at all. It’s not good for his health if he’s not sleeping well whatsoever.
But when he saw Olruggio sleeping soundly in his bed, hand curled under his head and a blanket haphazardly strewn over him without a care, Qifrey knew he was in trouble.
He let himself get close to Olruggio. Too close. Whether or not the Watchful Eye knew was no concern for Qifrey. This ritual he did to himself was one he felt horrible for, even if he couldn’t stop himself. Seeing Olruggio daily was no issue, but on the nights alone once the girls had gone to bed, every once in a while Qifrey would release himself in his own private quarters. His drive had always been high and, while most nights he was able to sleep with no issue, there were nights he couldn’t get rest without allowing himself to orgasm. He’d always imagine Olruggio being the one to help him. His fingers on his hooded clit. His beard brushing his skin as he ate him out. How Olruggio would make him feel so full he could burst with each thrust. Most nights he’d let himself release once or twice before cleaning up and going to bed as if nothing happened.
Then there were the nights like that night - Qifrey needed a better visual in order to get off.
Qifrey stood at the edge of Olruggio’s bed, watching him sleep soundly. It wasn’t unusual to find himself here. If the man had been awake, then Qifrey would make his usual excuse about wanting to make sure he was okay. He was able to present himself as if nothing was wrong - as if Olruggio’s musk alone wasn’t driving him absolutely insane. Olruggio usually sensed nothing wrong, except the one time when Qifrey’s voice cracked just enough for Olruggio to notice. He seemed to brush him off before returning to bed and Qifrey leaving quickly to go to his own room.
That night he found Olruggio sleeping soundly on his side in his bed. He was still fully clothed, sans the cape and hood (Qifrey would speak to him about his shoes on his bed later), as if he had just gone to sleep not that long ago. The blanket mostly covered his lower half only, leaving his waist up exposed. His chest rose slowly with each breath, the open part of his shirt leaving barely anything to the imagination. He looked peaceful in the candle light and Qifrey stood there committing every moment to memory.
After what felt like eternity Qifrey shifted a bit in his spot, a hand slowly cupping himself through his tunic. He gasped softly as his fingers worked himself through his clothes. He felt his wetness immediately soak through his clothes - he had been pent up all day. He smells the familiar musk of Olruggio lingering in the air - a mix of ink, paper and smoke. Qifrey bit his lip to hold back the lewd sounds he was making, eye studying all of Olruggio in front of him.
He shouldn’t be doing this. He really shouldn’t. If Olruggio woke up right now, Qifrey would have no chance to talk himself out of this one. He would possibly have to wipe his memory…something he despised thinking about doing again. He should just leave and do this in his private quarters - yet he couldn’t find the will to do so. His feet felt like they were encased in concrete, not able to break away from where he stood.
He groaned softly as he padded himself quicker, legs shaking a bit as he focused on his clit. He felt himself get closer to the edge when Olruggio shifted a bit, now laying flat on his back. Qifrey paused as the other moved to a new spot, panicking as he thought he was waking up. When he heard the soft snoring continue he let out a soft sigh of relief. This should be enough for him to finish on his own. He really shouldn’t be here much longer, less he gets caught. He looked Olruggio over as he turned slightly to leave.
His eye then landed on something that caused him to lose the last shred of sanity - Olruggio’s bulge.
He wasn’t hard, but just the outline of him through his skirt made Qifrey’s mouth water. The blanket had moved away just enough to uncover that part of him, leaving only the skirt to frame the man’s cock almost perfectly. It left barely anything to the imagination and Qifrey felt a surge of heat go straight to his core. He swallowed thickly as his face began to heat up, eye unmoving for what seemed like hours. His mind ran free - how it would taste, how it would feel on his tongue, and most importantly, how it would feel rubbing along his cunt.
Gods, forgive him for what he was about to do.
Slowly and stealthily Qifrey crawled onto the bed, careful not to disturb the sleeping man. He slid his tunic sleeves off his shoulders, letting them rest at his hips - he needed the freedom. He hooked a leg over Olruggio’s waist and straddled him, hands on either side and his own skirt covering what was about to do. At least he had some decency despite how vile Qifrey felt for doing this. He kept his hips hovering over Olruggio’s cock for a while, making sure he wouldn’t wake up and also giving himself a chance to bow out. But he’d come too far at this point. He was too far gone to stop himself.
As soon as he lowered himself onto Olruggio’s clothed bulge he had to bite back a loud groan. His body shivered at the contact - feeling Olruggio under him felt like heaven. His warmth emanated all around the both of them and Qifrey felt his cock twitch a bit at the feeling. He wondered how it’d feel if his cock was inside of him, ruining him over and over. But he couldn’t do that. That was a bit too far, even though he was already in quite a predicament.
As he began to move his hips along Olruggio, Qifrey was thankful he had put that spell on the door. He couldn’t let any curious ears hear what sounds he was trying to stifle from himself. He felt his cunt grow more and more wet with each roll of his hips, his body heating up. All the while Qifrey kept an eye on Olruggio as he continued, making sure he wouldn’t wake up. He knew if he woke up now, it was all over. Olruggio would probably throttle him, if not worse. He would probably hate him too. It would make things so awkward in the Atelier from then on if Olruggio knew.
Instead he was surprised to feel Olruggio begin to harden under him. The sleeping man groaned softly in his sleep, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. As Qifrey continued, he felt Olruggio’s hips roll up into him unintentionally. All the while, he remained asleep from what Qifrey could tell. But feeling Olruggio beginning to get harder under him caused Qifrey to quicken his pace. The feel of him hardening under Qifrey was enough to spur him on, but with the sounds Olruggio was making, that just drove him closer to the edge quicker.
This whole ordeal was clouding Qifrey’s judgement. He knew this was a bad idea. He knew that he was going to get chewed out for this if Olruggio found out. He knew once he came he would need to leave as quickly and quietly as possible. Leave no trace of him ever being there. But that was for when post-nut clarity hit. For now, he let the pleasure running through his body run freely.
Qifrey grew closer with each move of his hips. He could feel Olruggio getting harder as he watched the sleeping man’s face scrunch, tired groans leaving his throat. This caused Qifrey to roll his hips quicker, chasing his own orgasm. He muffled his moans as best as he could, but several still slipped through a bit louder than intended. He gripped the sheets on either side of Olruggio as he felt the heat in his stomach grow near unbearable. He was so close to finishing he couldn’t think straight anymore. Judgement be damned at this point.
“O-oh…O-Olly…” He groaned quietly, hanging his head a bit as he felt his hips beginning to stutter.
But before he could finish he felt the man under him shift suddenly. This caused Qifrey to freeze in his place, head snapping up to look at Olruggio. The sleeping man began to stir a bit, face scrunching as he moved it to the side. Qifrey felt his face go pale as he watched Olruggio rub his face, beginning to wake up.
Shit. Shit shit shit. Qifrey was fucked. He knew he had to get out of this situation, but he couldn’t move his body. He was frozen in terror as a multitude of scenarios ran through his mind in less than five seconds. What would Olruggio do when he opened his eyes? Yell? Shove him away? Threaten him? Just tell him to leave?
God, he shouldn’t have done this.
Olruggio’s eyes slid open a bit after he rubbed the sleep from them, grumbling a bit as he tried to move his body. Soon it was quiet as Qifrey felt him freeze as well for a moment. He felt his hips shift under him and Qifrey had to bite his tongue not to let out another moan. After that Olruggio’s eyes opened fully, staring directly up to Qifrey.
Fuck.
“Q…Qifrey?” Olruggio’s eyes widened more as he glanced down to his lap, face growing red as realization swept across his face. “W-what-?”
“Olly, I-I-I’m so so so sorry!” Qifrey stammered out, sitting up straight and covering his face. As he moved he felt his cunt brush against Olruggio’s clothed erection again, a soft hiss emanating from Olruggio. “I-I-I’m so sorry! I don’t know what overcame me. I am truly sorry! We can forget this ever happened and I-I’ll leave and-”
As Qifrey moved to get off Olruggio a hand shot out, grabbing his arm. It felt strong as it gripped him tightly, keeping him in place. Fuck. Qifrey couldn’t look at him and turned his head away, eye closing. He couldn’t stand to see what sort of expression Olruggio had on his face. He had basically used him while in a vulnerable state without his consent or knowledge. Something no one should ever do.
“Qifrey…” Olruggio said, his tone heavy with concern. Qifrey felt the bed shift a bit under him and he figured Olriggio was sitting up. “Qif, look at me.”
But Qifrey couldn’t look at him. He refused to. Not after what he did. But as he tried to stand to leave he felt a second hand on his other arm, pulling him in the opposite direction. Qifrey let out a soft sound of shock as he was maneuvered onto the bed by Olruggio, soon lying on his back before he could blink. His eye widened as he looked up at the other man, who now hovered over him.
“Qifrey…” Olruggio began with his cheeks flushed a bit, hands on either side of Qifrey’s head.
Qifrey stared at him, face turning more red by the moment. After what seemed like forever he covered his face with his hands once more. “Olruggio…I sincerely apolog-”
“Stop with that shit.” Olruggio’s hand gently grabbed one of his wrists, moving it to the side. “Qifrey, I’ve said this before and I’ll keep sayin’ it. If you need help, you need to ask.”
“I-I know. And I-I’m-”
“And that includes times like this.” Olruggio’s face moved closer as he removed Qifrey’s other hand.
Qifrey couldn’t stop staring at the other, letting his eye wander to take in the details. The scruff on Olruggio’s face. The angles on his nose. The eyelashes that half-conceal blue eyes that rival the sky. The tired bags under his eyes that signal a lack of sleep.
Qifrey swallowed hard as he hesitantly lifted a hand to Olruggio’s cheek. He paused for a second as his fingers brushed a bit on his skin, feeling the heat emanating on it. Olruggio closed the distance at his touch, pushing his cheek into Qifrey’s palm. Qifrey could swear up and down his heart stopped for a few moments at that.
“Olly…” He whispered softly, eye moving back to meet the other’s.
Olruggio opened his eyes and looked down at Qifrey for a moment. He then leaned down closer to Qifrey’s face, lips soon brushing lightly against one another. Qifrey couldn’t hesitate any longer, leaning his face up just enough to let their lips meet fully, hand resting on Olruggio’s neck to pull him closer.
This was what fireworks must have felt like. It must be what heaven was. Olruggio’s lips felt so much better than he envisioned - better than the time they messed around in their teen years. His lips were warm and welcoming, much like Olruggio himself. They were softer than Qifrey expected and the whole feeling immediately made him melt into the bed.
At this moment, nothing else mattered but Olruggio.
Qifrey let out a soft moan as both of his arms wrapped around Olruggio’s neck, deepening the kiss further. Olruggio returned his moan with a soft groan of his own, his hand slowly moving up Qifrey’s chest. The man on bottom arched into the touch with a gasp, his tongue flicking out to the other’s lips. Olruggio’s lips parted a bit and his tongue flicked over Qifrey’s, his hand slowly undoing his turtleneck.
Qifrey sighed when his neck piece was opened, giving him more room to breathe. His tongue explored the inside of Olruggio’s mouth as his hands trailed down the other’s chest, slipping into the chest window of it. In turn, Olruggio groaned softly as he broke the kiss, moving down to kiss at Qifrey’s exposed neck.
“A-ah! Olly…” Qifrey moaned as his head tilted to the side. His hips bucked up into Olruggio’s and he could swear that Olly was harder than before.
Olruggio let out a grunt as he licked at Qifrey’s pulse, fingers hooking into Qifrey’s belt and tunic. Qifrey lifted his hips to help him slide the garment off, tossing it to the side haphazardly. He then worked to undo the straps of Qifrey’s shirt from his legs, a warm hand sliding up his shirt once done. This caused Qifrey to arch more and moan, feeling the calloused hands across his skin.
Qifrey had never been taken care of like this. He’d been too afraid to ever ask - much less trust - someone with this side of him. But something with Olruggio just clicked for him. He could trust him. He could trust Olruggio with this side of him. He could trust Olruggio with his whole life if he had to. Even if he was scared to ask, it seemed Olruggio was more than willing to say yes, no matter what the task was.
Yeah. This was heaven.
Qifrey’s hands slid down Olruggio’s chest to his belt, fiddling with it to remove it and toss it aside. At the same time Olruggio settled his hips against Qifrey’s, groaning as he rolled them. This caused Qifrey to moan suddenly at the friction, eye rolling back before fluttering closed. Olruggio groaned as Qifrey wrapped a leg around his hips, getting a better hold in order to roll into him. Feeling his hard cock against him once again, this time with Olruggio in control, sent heat shooting down his body.
Olruggio’s hands continued to map Qifrey’s chest, pushing his shirt up to reveal the skin. Qifrey shuttered at the sudden cold against his skin, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth coming from the man above him. He let out a content sigh as the man then moved down to kiss his chest, hands tracing the scars under his pecs. A finger swiped over Qifrey’s nipple and he let out a shocked gasp, the nub immediately hardening at the feeling.
“O-O-Olly…please…” He whimpered, a hand tangling in his hair as Qifrey rolled his hips harder into Olruggio’s. His other hand tugged on his skirt top, impatient for Olruggio to get inside of him.
“Qif…god, you’re impatient…” Olruggio chuckled softly before moving up to kiss Qifrey again, beginning to slide the pants down his legs.
Qifrey helped to get his pants off, kicking them aside as he also removed his shirt. Olruggio removed his own shirt and skirt to toss them aside. This left Qifrey fully nude under the man (sans his glasses), whereas the other was just in his pants. Qifrey’s eye immediately looked between them to see Olruggio’s hard cock outlined in his pants, sucking in a sharp breath at the sight.
Olruggio chuckled a bit, kissing at Qifrey’s neck once more. “Like it?”
Qifrey let out a soft whimper, nodding as he tangled a hand into Olruggio’s hair again. One of Olruggio’s hands slid down between Qifrey’s legs, fingers rolling his hooded clit between his fingers. Qifrey moaned and bucked his hips into his hand, head rolling back and legs going limp.
The pleasure of finally being touched was more than he ever could have imagined. How precise his trained fingers were on his clit. Each stroke caused a new sound to fall from Qifrey’s lips. “O-Oh…Olly…please…god, please…” He whimpered loudly, mouth falling open as he begged.
“I got ya…” Olruggio whispered in his ear, fingers moving down to run along his lips. “Don’t worry, Qif…I got ya.”
As soon as one of his fingers slipped inside of him Qifrey let out a moan of relief, his forehead resting on Olruggio’s shoulder. Finally, he had something inside him - and it wasn’t his own fingers or some toy he kept hidden away in his quarters. The feeling of the digit moving inside of him, searching for something, immediately made him putty in Olruggio’s hands. He was the puppet and Olruggio held all the strings that could make him come apart.
A second finger slipped inside of him and Olruggio began thrusting them slowly, scissoring him open at the same time. Qifrey moaned and whimpered with every movement, legs falling open more. His arms wrapped around Olruggio’s shoulders, trying to ground himself somehow. His entire body felt on fire and, when he felt Olruggio’s fingers brush a certain spot inside of him, his hips bucked as he let out a choked gasp.
“That it?” Olruggio asked, kissing at Qifrey’s temple.
“Y…yeah…gods, Olruggio…please…” Qifrey begged softly, lifting his head to look at Olruggio. His blue eyes were blown out, face flushed as he looked down at him. He watched as Olruggio glanced back down to his lips before back up to his eye, leaning in a moment later to kiss him again. Qifrey let out a moan as Olruggio thrusted his fingers quicker, repeatedly curling them to hit that spot.
Qifrey felt the familiar pooling in his stomach, tightening more and more with each thrust. His whimpers and moans became more and more slurred and choked, hips bucking. Olruggio’s fingers quickened as his free hand moved to his lower abdomen, two fingers taking his clit between his fingers. He stroked in time to his quickening thrusts, causing Qifrey to throw his head back as his hips bucked. Olruggio then latched onto his neck, nipping softly where his shoulder met his neck.
All of this fast tracked Qifrey to his orgasm. White hot pleasure coursed through them as the knot in his abdomen finally snapped. His vision became blurred and filled with stars as his dick kicked in Olruggio’s fingers, walls clenching wildly around his fingers. His fingers dug into Olruggio’s skin, possibly bruising it as the pleasure surrounded him.
As he came down from his high he felt Olruggio’s fingers continuing to move inside of him, slower than earlier, to help him ride out his high. Qifrey panted as he looked up to Olruggio, glasses lopsided as Olruggio’s fingers slipped out of him. He heard how wet he had gotten and moaned softly, bucking his hips a bit.
“Was that good?” Olruggio asked, kissing his cheek softly as he massaged Qifrey’s hips.
Qiffrey responded with a nod, tilting his head a bit to kiss Olruggio. He felt like he could float away at that point. He’d never felt better in his life. No one else had touched him like this - he refused to let anyone else do so. Yet he felt so happy he let Olruggio do so.
And he craved more.
“Olly…please…” He whispered between kisses, a hand slipping between their bodies. He cupped Olruggio’s bulge in his pants, stroking it softly.
Olruggio let out a groan as his cock twitched in Qifrey’s hand, his hands squeezing his hips. “Fuck…Qif…” He muttered as he bucked into his touch.
Qifrey whimpered a bit, legs opening a bit more as he cupped Olruggio’s cheek. He broke the kiss and looked up to the other man, giving him a pleading look. This seemed to set Olruggio off, who kissed him deeply and slid his tongue into his mouth almost immediately. Qifrey moaned in response and wrapped an arm around his torso as Olruggio shuffled out of his pants.
Qifrey reached back down to stroke Olruggio, now fully free from his clothing. He was bigger than he had expected - something he was happy about. He was a bit girthy as well and Qifrey felt himself clench at thinking how it’d feel to have Olruggio inside of him. Olruggio let out a moan into Qifrey’s mouth as his tongue explored, hips bucking into his hand. Qifrey then helped line him up to his entrance, legs widening a bit more.
Olruggio broke the kiss and Qifrey let out a whine of objection, giving him a slight pout. The man looked down at him as he panted, his chest heaving a bit. “Qif…you let me know…if it’s too much, yeah?”
Qifrey gave Olruggio a few more strokes before letting go, letting his arms lay limp by his head. “Please…Olruggio, please…” It was all he could say at the moment. His brain had short circuited when Olruggio began to touch him down there.
Olruggio nodded before pressing a quick kiss to his lips, resting his forehead on Qifrey’s own. Qifrey looked down between them and saw how big Olruggio was, letting out a whimper at the site. Olruggio grabbed his cock and swiped it along Qifrey’s lips, slicking his head up and causing Qifrey to moan. Afterwards he lined up and pressed in slowly, the tip sliding in with a “pop”.
As soon as the tip was in Qifrey let out a gasp, eye rolling back before fluttering closed. The sudden pain was quickly overcome with the feeling of him being filled and the pleasure of it all. Olruggio paused for a moment to let him adjust before slowly pushing in, filling Qifrey up little by little.
“O-o-oh god-! God, Olruggio-!” He moaned loudly as he arched, head rolling back as he gripped the pillows next to his head. He felt himself squeeze around Olruggio as he moved in, causing the man above him to moan.
If Qifrey could record the noise that Olruggio made, he would.
“God…you’re so tight…” Olruggio groaned, his own eyes closing as he pushed himself flush to Qifrey’s hips. “You’re suckin’ me in…”
Qifrey let out a long, drawn out moan as Olruggio filled him completely. He felt his cock so deep inside of him, he wondered how he was able to take it all. It almost felt like too much for him to take. He gripped onto Olruggio’s shoulders and let out a soft, pained whimper, a tear forming at the corner of his eye.
“Qif, you alright?” Olruggio asked, a hand cupping Qifrey’s cheek. Olruggio’s thumb wiped away the tear that broke free. “We can stop if it’s-”
“No!” Qifrey choked out, eye shooting open and looking at him. “No, please…I will be alright, I promise…” He gave him a reassuring smile as his hand cupped Olruggio’s cheek.
Olruggio nodded and offered a smile in return. “Stubborn as always…you let me know, alright?”
Qifrey nodded and leaned up to kiss him, both men’s eyes closing. Olruggio pulled out slowly, leaving just the tip in and causing Qifrey to whimper from feeling empty. He thrust back in and it punched a gasping moan from Qifrey’s throat, Olruggio swallowing it in the kiss as he continued.
If heaven was what it felt like earlier with them just kissing, this was pure ecstasy. Pure fuckin ecstasy. Olruggio filled him so much better than he had before. As time went on he became more accommodating to Olruggio’s length and any pain he had felt earlier turned into absolute pleasure. His entire body was filled with Olruggio’s warmth, inside and out.
If he could find a spell to stop all of time, he would.
Qifrey let his hands wander Olruggio’s chest, lips never leaving Olruggio’s. His fingers ran over every muscle and curve on his body - he wasn’t built like a few other people he’s met, but he was definitely strong. He took in every imperfection on his body as well - all the scars from failed contraptions all the way to small stretch marks from when they were growing up.
Olruggio’s thrusts began to get harder and quicker, both men moaning with each one. Qifrey’s legs hooked around Olruggio’s hips, pulling him closer and deeper. Olruggio adjusted so he could thrust deeper, beginning to hit the same spot as earlier repeatedly. This caused Qifrey’s head to roll back once more, his glasses finally sliding off of his nose.
Olruggio latched back onto Qifrey’s throat, biting harder into the skin and peppering the forming bruise with kisses. Qifrey let out a long moan at the feeling and tugged at Olruggio’s hair, causing the man to give off a low growl. That sound alone sent a rush of heat down Qifrey’s body, pooling quickly in his abdomen.
“O-O-Olly…I-I’m-” He whimpered, clinging to Olruggio tighter.
“Let go, Qifrey…” Olruggio whispered in his ear and Qifrey could feel his hips beginning to stutter. “I-I got ya…”
At those words Qifrey arched into Olruggio’s body, reaching his orgasm once again. He clenched frantically around Olruggio as his body convulsed, pleasure racking through his body once more. His nails dug into Olruggio’s back as he continued thrusting, sending Qifrey into overstimulation.
A few moments later, Olruggio switched to shallow thrusts, keeping flush to Qifrey. His cock kicked inside of him and Qifrey moaned as he felt Olruggio fill him with his load, warming him more from the inside. Qifrey tightened his legs around Olruggio as he felt him rut into him a bit, riding both of them through their highs.
Soon Olruggio stopped and rested his forehead on Qifrey’s shoulder, panting hard. Qifrey’s own breathing matched Olruggio’s as both of them felt their bodies finally relax. His legs loosened enough for Olruggio to pull out of him, laying on the bed beside Qifrey to catch his own breath.
“Damn…” Olruggio began after several silent moments. “That’s one way to wake up…”
Qifrey let out a soft whimper as he moved to curl on his side, facing Olruggio and reaching a hand to his. “Olruggio…I-I’m terribly sorry for…for waking you…”
“Stop apologizin’ for once in your life, Qifrey.” Olruggio rolled over and pulled Qifrey close, his hand resting on the small of his back. “I’m alright with it. Promise.”
Qifrey looked up to him as his hands rested on his chest. “Olly…”
“Plus…I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find you hot on top of me, riding me while I slept.” Olruggio gave him a sly smirk.
Qifrey felt the heat rising to his cheeks and he buried his face in Olruggio’s neck, trying to hide it. He inhaled deeply and filled his lungs with Olruggio’s scent, now including his sweat. The musk alone made his eye a bit droopy, moving closer to him. “Olly…thank you…”
“Get some rest, Qifrey…” Olruggio kissed his head, pulling the blanket over both of them. It barely covered them unless they snuggled close to one another.
“Olly…no shoes in bed…” Qifrey whispered as he felt himself nod off, the warmth Olruggio gave off helping lull him to sleep.
Olruggio’s chest shook as he let out a soft chuckle, massaging Qifrey’s lower back. “Yeah, I’ll work on that…”