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His voice is clear and stable as he explains the differences between the two magic circles he’d drawn earlier. He does not even stutter as he pronounces the overcomplicated Latin versions of them, going further into the history of their names. He’s surprisingly thorough despite the fact this definitely won't be on your test. The teachers are kind enough to be lenient with your lack of magic exposure.

You shift a bit in your seat as you listen, hearing that delicious hitch in his breath before he continues on how some of the writing is similar to those on runes. Inwardly you grin as you wiggle your hips just right to get as comfortable as you can, Solomon's shaky inhales of breath are a bonus. Just like his erection desperately pressing against your ass while both of you try to ignore it.

As you sit up a little straighter it's a coincidence that you grind down on him, ruining his impeccable drawing streak of the magic circles as his hand shook enough to crook the line. When he pauses you tilt up your head, looking up at him from underneath your fluttering eyelashes.

“Why’d you stop? The circle is only half done.”

His greyish-blue eyes are focused on you alone, his intense gaze almost breaking your oblivious facade. The hunger raging in them is strong enough to taste on your tongue. He tips his head forwards causing the smouldering heat flowing inside your body to intensify tenfold. Both of your faces were close enough to feel his breath on your lips, just a small push and you would touch. His breath was already rather haggard due to your endless teasing and you think your heart will jump out your chest at any moment.

The feeling of something cold touching your hand startles you out of the moment. Taking a peek, Solomon is putting his pencil between your fingers. Questioningly you look back at him, but all you see is that innocent but cheeky smile on his face.

“Well, if you can see it's unfinished, why won't you give it a try to complete it yourself? Then I'd see how well you’ve been listening to my teaching.”

Suddenly feeling hyper-aware of his hands, you can't help but notice how his left hand moved from the desk to your thigh. It’s just resting there, but it would take a little movement for it to slip between your legs. The right hand that gave you the pencil slowly travelled up your arm, your shoulder and ended on your face where he gently cupped your cheek.

“What if I mess up?”

Almost tenderly his thumb rubs circles on the skin of your cheek, his eyes losing that hardened look and instead becoming a little hazy. His forehead softly touches yours, the tips of your noses connecting. You're one breath away from him, his lips. Your grip on the pencil tightens just before-

“Don’t worry, that's why I am here to help correct you.”

His hand unexpectedly moved down to take hold of your chin and make you face downwards to the paper. His chest pressed close to your back as he bent down to whisper in your ear. 

“Make too many mistakes and I'll have to punish you for not paying attention to me.”

He almost entirely removed himself from you, leaving your mind swirling. He leaned back on the chair he was sitting on, giving you a very purposeful shift of his hips as he adjusted his position. Your body shivering from the sudden coldness on your back and the heavy pulse of your pussy. His hands held a firm pressure on your waist as he looked down at the paper to spot any possible mistakes you might make.

He was driving you insane, he has been for the past months. 

Admittedly, you were just as bad.

It started small. Solomon was attractive, smart, funny and incredibly kind to you. He got your dumb human world references and liked going along with whatever mischievous plans you had. It was inevitable that you would develop some sort of crush on the man.

Sarcasm was no stranger to either of you and you loved joking around with him. But with the realisation of your crush, your jokes slowly became more… flirtatious . He seemed surprised but almost instantly doubled down as well. As time went on, they became borderline sexual. Yet, it always ended with a ‘just kidding.’

And then on to touch, everything was quite normal in that regard. It was a few weeks into the flirtatious jokes when you had that damning curses and hexes class. 

Even though Solomon is a master at magic, he enjoyed joining the class to help you with them. On that particular day, you needed to perform a curse that you needed to draw in the air.

You were having trouble moving your (borrowed) staff to draw the circle in the air, without the lines being crooked. Just as you were about to give up, you felt Solomon place himself behind you. One of his hands coming up to wrap around yours. Even though you were still holding the staff, his hand practically covered the entirety of yours.

While he held your body still with the other, he continued to draw the curse in the air with century-old grace and elegance. He guided you through the action by giving tips on how to draw them more consistently. In all honesty, you hadn’t understood nor remembered a single word he said. Much too distracted by his hand enveloping yours. Wishing those long slender fingers were elsewhere.

Something switched that day and both of you became a bit more touchy, bolder and mean . 

It's a coincidence you drop your books and have to bend down to pick them up. The fact that you bend at the waist, with your back exposed to Solomon was by chance. 

Him grabbing you by the hip to drag you closer to him was only because RAD’s hallways were so busy. If his hand brushes past your ass as he fixes your skirt, or brushes your chest as he fixes your bowtie. He was only helping you. 

There were more subtle touches, arms, shoulders, necks, and hair. Barely anything remained untouched. 

Everything could be excused in a platonic manner.

Today was the same. It was Potion day, the one class Solomon shared with you. You needed to make a relatively simple potion, but you wouldn't just pass the chance to drape yourself over the table while nobody but him was looking. To grab an ingredient that was further away on the table, of course.

If he just so happens to stand directly behind you, his groin directly poised on your behind, you couldn't be to blame. And well, he obviously had to grab onto your ass cheeks to keep you stable. Pushing you harder against himself so wouldn't accidentally let you go…

Like the last piece of a puzzle clicking, you immediately asked him if he was free today. To help you study for the curses and hexes test that was coming up.

Solomon's face, adorned with the most gorgeous blush you’d ever seen, immediately nodded. Almost breathlessly he responded. “Yes. Yes, I'd love to help you.” Both of you continued the potion class like normal. Neither of you commented how eerily you watched the seconds of the clock tick down.

The trip to Purgatory Hall was done with your hand clasped in his as you both practically stumbled to get there. Your pulse was in your throat as Solomon fumbled with his keys to get the correct one. Once he did, he practically dragged you inside. Unfortunately, you almost instantly make eye-contacts with an excited yet confused looking angel.

“Oh! I didn't know you would be coming over, let me prepare some tea-”

Before you could even get a greeting out, Solomon placed himself in front of you. In a brief moment he explained. “Thank you, Simeon, but you don't have to. She asked me to help her for an upcoming test. So please don't bother us.” You gave the smallest wave to Simeon before you got hurled into the Sorcerer's room.

And then imagine, to your utter immeasurable disappointment. That he actually made you study for the ‘upcoming test.’

While he was still holding your hand he steered you to his desk and chair, he sat down himself and happily placed you straight on his lap. Your excitement was practically bubbling inside you. And then he magiced your curses and hexes book, a stack of papers and a pen in front of you. He immediately went into teacher mode and started rambling about the different types.

You felt a little flunked, betrayed even. He was a great help, you couldn't lie. But you had hoped for a little more of an interesting night. 

To your delight, things slowly ebbed back to your favour.

You weren't even doing anything special, nothing on purpose at least. You were writing down some bothersome theory when you felt him twitch underneath you out of nowhere. Well to be specific, his cock was twitching. You feigned ignorance while he continued on speaking to you, his boner gradually growing beneath you for an indiscernible reason. And that's where you are in the present.

On one hand, you wanted to complete the circle how he wanted. Perhaps hear him praise you while you were feeling so disgustingly down bad. On the other hand, you were horrifically curious about what kind of ‘punishment’ he’d give you.

You willed your hand to stop shaking from the excitement you were feeling and carefully continued drawing out the circle how he wanted. Copying him exactly to the way he wrote down the Latin letters from earlier. With each line you drew the grip on your waist got harder, bordering on painful. He leaned closer again, watching your movement with rapid attention. As if he was hoping you’d mess up. His breathing was hot and loud next to your ear. His hips gave eager twitches, more often the closer you got to finishing it.

Just as you were jotting down the last letter, you forced the pencil to drop from your hand. Hard enough for it to roll away and off the desk. It clutters to the floor with world-shattering loudness in the dead silence in the room. With the sole exception of both your haggard yet excited breathing.

“Oops…”

The sigh that came from Solomon's throat was both equally filled with relief and humour. His real thoughts are supplied to you by the harsh grind of his hips into yours, drawing a groan from him and a soft whimper from you before he becomes unmoving again. The hard length of his cock teasingly pressed between your slit.

“Really, what must I do with you?”

One of his hands leaves your waist to take hold of your chin instead, forcing your head to turn to him. A furious blush on his usually pale face, punched out any words you could have said to him. His eyes filled with need and hunger as he stared down at you, flicking between your lips and your eyes.

“You want to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

He wasn't phased in the slightest, face close enough to see how his eyes wrinkled up at the edges. Fondness barely visible behind the haze of lust.

“You’ve already said that reference to me a while ago.”

“Well, maybe you should just do it then.”

Within the next breath, his lips were on yours. A small peck, barely anything before he withdrew from you. Deeply unsatisfied you turned around just enough to grab the collar of his shirt before crashing your lips against his again. The kiss hastily deepened until he was biting at your bottom lip seeking more. All too eagerly you opened up for him, only separating from him when you had to catch your breath. 

Solomon didn't seem satiated yet as he instead attacked your neck with his lips, his tongue and his teeth. His hands hadn't stayed idle either. They were travelling over your body, from your arms, torso and thighs. While he was nibbling on your neck, you took hold of one of his hands and placed it on your breast.

He wasted no time and immediately started squeezing you through the fabric of your shirt and bra. Your arousal was driving you up the wall. The stimulation from Solomon all over you, made you instinctively grind down. The nipping on your neck became a bite as he bucked his hips back at you.

It was so messy and you wanted more. With the little space you had, you somehow managed to turn around and face the sorcerer straight on. Now with a lot more access to his face, you crashed yours on it. Your fingers quickly found purchase in his white strands to hold him where you wanted. He easily gave you access as you explored his mouth in turn, seemingly content to let you lead as he held onto your ass to grind you down on his cock.

By now both your hands had fistfuls of his hair as you joined his rhythm. There were far too many layers of clothes between you but fuck if you had to leave his mouth right now you were going to scream. At this point his pants concealed basically nothing, his hard cock rubbing against your cunt with each movement.

With one particularly harsh grind, he threw his head back and moaned out loud. His lips were painted a pretty colour of red from all your kissing and there was even a bit of drool dripping from the edges. No doubt you were in a similar state, but your brain was only thinking about how you wanted him to make that sound again. And again.

It was your turn to attack his neck and start riding on his clothed cock properly. Just a few kisses got him babbling, you had no idea Solomon was so vocal. When you nipped on the skin just below his ear, his moan bordered on a whine and without thinking about it you started sucking there. When you leaned back and admired the pretty red bruise on his flawless skin, it made you a bit dizzy. Fueled on the need of wanting to mark his pale skin with your love bites, you continued. Egged on by Solomon’s approving and needy noises.

You were so focused on leaving your mark on the sorcerer you completely missed his pleas to “Ah– Fuck- St-stop, I’m going- Ngh, I’m–” As you were finishing up your third hickey Solomon surprised you by wrapping his arms tightly around you. Forcefully bucking up into your heat once, twice before he grunted straight into your ear. He held you like that for a moment, his face snug in your neck as he seemed to catch his breath

Feeling a wetness not belonging to you sprout between your legs was quite unexpected. Did he just-?

“If just kissing and a few hickeys did this to you, I would have done this so much sooner.”

A few breathless chuckles came from the crook of your neck causing shivers to run down your body. A yelp came from your mouth when he seemed to latch onto your neck as well. The subtle sting when he gave a mean bite quickly turned to pleasure as he determinedly left his own marks on you as well.

After leaving what you assume is a ginormous hickey, he scooped you up in his arms. You didn't squeak, but you definitely grasped onto his head as that was the thing that was the closest thing within reach.

“What the-”

“Surely you don't think I'm leaving it at that, now I finally have you.”

With a relatively swift movement, he plopped you down on his bed. Not expecting his mattress to be so soft that you practically drown in his fluffy covers. You didn't get a lot of time to appreciate his finely-crafted bed as Solomon grabbed you by the ankles and dragged you to the edge.

You let out a small gasp as Solomon made swift work of your pants, taking your underwear along. He took a second to look at your dripping cunt and he had to swallow back some of the saliva building up in his mouth. Instinctively you tried to close your legs under the intense pressure of his stare. 

When he effortlessly pried your legs open again you fought to close them again. You're not sure where this sudden embarrassment came from as you've been craving this exact thing for weeks. The sorcerer hyper-aware of your body instantly notices the sudden stiffness. He gives a quick peck on your inner thigh which makes you gasp before crawling over you and capturing your lips instead. 

You expected it to have that heated edge your earlier make-out had. But the surprisingly tender touch made you unconsciously let out a sigh. This kiss was different from the rest. Even as your tongue was added to the mix, it didn't lose that gentleness. All at once all those butterflies that you have been repressing flutter to the surface again. With a lighter heart, your mouth opens when he leaves you to breathe.

“Solomon, I.. Lo–”

Before you get the chance, he leans down again to silence you. His lips wet with your joint spit. Your breath stuttered when you saw the lovestruck expression on his face. Although the hint of concern stiffened your body again. “My darling, don’t worry. I won't do anything hastily. If there is anything you don't like I’ll stop okay? You can relax, I'll take good care of you.”

As he said this, he softly rubbed circles on your thigh, which made speaking back a bit tougher. Well, that was not what you were going to say to him, but at least you didn't just blurt out your feelings. Embarrassed you almost exposed your crush you decide to latch onto that last bit. You only spoke after nodding at him.

“Ah, but didn't you say you were going to punish me? I messed up that curse didn't I?” 

The bait worked to intensify the mood again. The concern melted right out of his eyes as that familiar cheeky grin returned. He cocked his face to the side as if he was suddenly remembering something. “Mh, cheeky girl. You sound awfully excited for your punishment.” 

“Of course not, I’m soo scared of what you’ll do with-mh–!”

You could only bite down on your cheek as Solomon slipped two fingers right into your wet heat. He pumped his hand experimentally to see how well your body accepts the intruding digits. And hearing the slick squelching and your pleased noises he leaned close to whisper huskily in your ear.

“No touching me.”

That didn't feel like that big of a punishment. But you still hated the thought of not having your hands on him. Because his face was still so close to yours, you made a chomping motion fully intending to bite him on the nose. But before you could, his free hand had sneaked behind your head, grabbed a fistful of your hair, and tugged . 

“That also counts as touch, darling.”

His words barely reached your ears as he gave a mean pull, Your back couldn't help but arch at that blissful sting of pain before it became goosebumps on your skin. Your breath hitched and you wanted to make a snarky remark back but was cut off when the sorcerer curled his fingers.

Your hands tightly grasped the bed sheets as the pleasure of him hitting that right spot overtook you. Not capable of muffling your moans when he kept rubbing there. He moaned right alongside you as he was subconsciously rutting his cock against your thigh. And hearing your near-pornographic moans and gasps only spurred him to go on faster. 

“J-just like that- ah– please Sol’. I’m so close–”

As your legs began to twitch by your building climax. Solomon's grip on your hair got looser as his palms became more sweaty by the exertion of pumping his fingers inside of you. His breathing was laboured. And just as you think he’ll let you fall from that edge. He stops.

“No.. no dont stop–!”

It felt like pure torture. His fingers are completely unmoving inside you. Instinctively you tried to grind your sex against his hand. But with his palm he pushed you down hard enough that you couldn't find any friction. 

Frustrated tears build up as you desperately try to get him to move again. Your eyes fling open as you feel a gentle set of lips kiss your crown before Solomon nuzzles into your messed up hair. The smile evident in his voice as he says;

“You wanted a punishment, didnt you?”

A whine slips out before you can swallow it back down. You bite your lip in embarrassment as you turn your head away from him. He just chuckled as he gave another kiss on your hair. You tried to ignore the flood of butterflies flaring up inside your stomach and instead attempted to focus on Solomon's wandering hand.

The one hand still inside you was lazily stroking and scissoring you. As if he had all the time in the world. Well, he did have that time. It felt really nice but it wasn't enough. His other hand slowly left your hair and was instead slowly making its way down to your chest.

When he reached your shirt he made an irritated noise. You almost giggled, but him muttering a spell under his breath made you pause. And no second after he was finished you felt a cool breeze fan all across your chest

Instinctively you tried to cover yourself up, hide your bare breast from view. But Solomon was faster and pinned both your wrists just above your head before you could. When you struggle you're surprised to find just how strong his grip is.

You clenched your eyes shut as you tilted your head to the side. Hiding your face into your shoulder. A shiver wrecked your as you felt Solomons breath fan over the underside of your breast. Feeling the smile on his face as he nuzzled the skin there.

Travelling further up he finally reaches your nipple and licks a firm stripe over it before sucking it into his mouth.

The treatment he gives your breast is much more harsh and intense then the way he’s still lazily fingering you. Allowing your mind to focus on his mouth instead. Subconsciously your back arches further into his hold and he briefly breathes a chuckle over your skin before gently biting your nipple.

The stinging of pain is brief before it too turns into overwhelming pressure. The urge to break yourself free from Solomon's hands is strong. You want to reach out for his head, to push him harder into your chest. Biting your lip to not beg him to bite you harder .

He seems to know you're holding yourself back and slightly prepositions himself while you're unaware. Solomon's left hand kept your wrist changed, but he also put his weight on that forearm. With his legs he spread yours so you wouldn't be able to close them while he was busy.

When his fingers inside you stilled you should have known he was up to something. But all the wind was knocked out of your system as he curled his fingers up a few times. And then he started furiously pumping his fingers in you. 

The orgasm that had been simmering low with all his ministrations instantly flamed back to life. He didn't stop you as your hips instinctively sought to join his relentless rhythm. His eyes fixated on how easily your cunt was taking him. 

You didn't even notice that he slipped in a third digit. Too distracted by his long fingers and even dirtier mouth.

“Are you close, baby? You're gonna come all nicely for me?”

Your moans were freely slipping out as you finally got the friction you craved. Your body high strung as you got so close again–

A sob wrecked out your throat as Solomon yanked his fingers out just as you were almost there. 

“I know baby, I know. You’re doing so fucking good.” His lips crashed on yours. His hand left your wrists to cup your jaw as he hungrily devoured your lips. You knew better to try and finish his job. Aching to touch yourself.

Instead your hands found themself on his back. Angrily scratching his skin as your hips uselessly canted into the open air, denied yet another orgasm.

Solomon let out a groan at your shameless need and you took the opportunity to shove your tongue in his mouth. He let you freely touch him despite your ‘punishment’. Even as you pulled him close enough where his chest laid on yours he didn't stop you. It was only then you noticed his torso was bare too, when did he take his shirt off?

He seemed almost distracted while you explored his newfound skin, his kissing a bit sloppy. His hand that was on your jaw sought its way home into your hair again. He didn't tug, just resting it there. As you pulled back for air he kept his eyes closed, his eyebrows furrowed with concentration. Only then you heard it.

It was so quiet you almost missed the sound of a belt loosening and a zipper opening. When you lifted your head to look between your body did you see it. His pants and underwear were shoved down just far enough so Solomon could languidly stroke his cock in his hand, which was still utterly soaked in your slick. Making his slide much smoother.

With his hand slowly pumping his cock you could see the hard muscle twitch and pulse with each downstroke. You almost drooled with the need to have it in your mouth. You almost asked for it, but a better idea came to pass to grab his attention.

A giggle left you, which made Solomon peek open an eyelid to look at you. When his greyish-blue eyes met you another giggle escaped you. This one sounding a lot more mischievous.

“You tell me no touching. But just fingering me made you so excited you couldn't help but touch yourself?” 

He didn't respond, not vocally yet. Solomon flashed you a smile back just as playful before bending down and biting you in your neck. It happened quickly you could only let out a small yelp and you felt his teeth sink into the sensitive flesh. “If you are still this chatty, I clearly have not punished you enough, my dear.”

His bite was directly where he gave you that hickey earlier. And it almost felt like a promise as he made his way down your throat, collarbone and breast. Littering your skin with his love bites, his mark.

When his teeth found your other nipple to bite you tried to close your legs out of instinct. But unexpectedly both his hands grabbed you by the undersides of your knees and forced them wide open. Making you clench around nothing.

After giving a few teasing bites on both your nipples and your boobs he made his way lower. Your chest was heaving with excitement and you knew where his destination was. Your stomach trembled with anticipation, making him quietly laugh as well.

Solomon gave a few sweet kisses to your stomach and lovingly nuzzled into it. Making you afraid he’d feel all your feelings bubbling inside of there. Close to bursting out if he’d keep it up. Making sure you didn't spill your hands tightly clenched the fabric of the sheets above your head as a distraction. 

Then his face finally arrived at your pubic mound. With all the teasing he’s been doing you expected him to dance around where you needed him most. Playing with you until you broke. Instead he immediately started eating you out, which would have caused your legs to clamp shut if he wasn't spreading them.

And oh God, it is the filthiest thing you've ever felt and heard.

As good as his tongue had felt in your mouth and on your skin, it was nothing like this. The way he was skillfully licking and sucking on your clit. Licking all along your vulva and playfully yet gently biting on your lips has you crying out in cut-off breaths. 

He was eating you out like a man starving and it made you near your peak nearly embarrassingly quick. You might have been ashamed if you weren't feeling so horny and he wouldn't have denied you twice before.

“Sol–Solomon, I'm so close. God d-don't stop-ngh–!”

You should have known he would stop. Before he could make any type of remark as he pulled away, your hand flew to his head. Your fingers grasping his hair like you would drown otherwise. Desperately trying to push him back to your cunt. You were begging before you realised. Near tears as you felt your high falling out of grasp.

“Don’t- dont stop, please! Please continue, pleasepleaseplease – I need to come so bad . Solomon please –”

He didn't wait any second longer as he hungrily continued eating you out. Near whore-isly moaning against your folds while he did so. Lapping out all your slick as it poured out, playing with your clit as if he’d done it thousands of times before. A broken whine escaped you as his fingers returned to curls so deliciously inside of you.

And with Solomon playing your body like a well strung instrument. Sucking and stretching your insides, you didn't stand a chance. Your orgasm crashed over you. Your voice a high pitched moan as your back arched so far up it wasn't even touching the bed anymore.

Solomon did not stop even as the grip on his hair became painful. groaning himself as he helped you through your orgasm until your body was twitching away from him. Your breathing was harsh and you whined as he licked once, twice over your oversensitive pussy. Thighs quivering from where he forced the muscles to be spread out from him.

…

You carefully tugged at his hair again, luring him up and closer to you. 

He gave a quick little kiss to your clit which made her twitch, before he crawled up and back to you. Her hands left his hair and briefly cupped his face. A thumb wiping away all the excess slick and spit that had collected on his chin.

From where Solomon was hovering above her she looked so sweet. Her eyes kind of hazy and he’s sure if he touched her cheek it would burn against his palm. Maybe he was a bit too rough on his teasing with her. Even if he wishes he could have drawn it out longer.

He tries to lean down to kiss her but her hands move to his shoulders keeping him still. Maybe everything was a bit too much for her… He almost moves to get off from her when she suddenly pushes .

It caught him by complete surprise, Solomon was already on his back before he could react.

She immediately crawled on top of him and his face lit up as he thought she was going to sit on his face. Instead she reached lower and tugged his pants and underwear off, with a little of his help.

Once he was naked and bare underneath her he couldn't help but flush a little. His legs were closed together and she was sitting on his thighs. Her stare was filled with wonder as she traced the many pactmarks littered across his body. The faint brush of fingers on the lines send goosebumps all across his skin.

Her wondering fingertips followed her own pattern up to his stomach. And his abs flexed under her curious touch. At points she paused, lingering just a little longer from where scars were painted all over him just as much. The flush on his face spread all the way down his chest when he heard her mutter “Beautiful…” under her breath. As if she wasnt realising she said it outloud.

He couldn't take his eyes off her face. Savouring every expression she had on her gorgeous face. Just in case this would be the only time he ever got to see her like this.

So focused on her excited eyes he missed how her hand had made its way down to his cock. That had steadily been leaking precum in his excitement. Almost experimentally she brushed her fingers up the shaft.

Completely caught up in his staring he hissed out in pleasure as she finally touched him. Now confident in her actions she properly grasped his cock in a tight fit.

“Now it's my turn, dear teacher.”

…

You mostly said it as a jest, but you raised an eyebrow at him as you felt him eagerly pulse in your hand. He held at least a little shame as he briefly turned his cherry-red face to the side, before focusing back on your face. His hunger is even more evident than before.

“I can’t wait.”

You gave his shaft a few more tight squeezes. Getting used to the heavy weight in your hand as you thought. 

On one side, you really wanted to shuffle back and try to see if his cock would make you gag. Seeing what would be the sorcerer’s breakingpoint before he would snap and fuck your throat in desperation.

On the other side you were curious to see if you could make him cum again without ever entering you. The very recent memory of Solomon the wise creaming in his pants with just a little dry humping made you subconsciously clench.

Underneath you the man groaned and briefly bucked up, so you assume he felt you clenching too. It seems it was a mutual decision then. A grin grew on your lips.

“I think you’ll have to.”

Your hand left his dick and you lean down, placing your forearms next to his head like he’s been doing. Purposely lying all of your body weight against his. Solomon’s hard-on needily  poking you in the stomach, earning you a shuddering moan from him. He’s so sensitive.

You silenced him by pressing your lips to his. Biting his bottom lip and then swallowing down any noise he made. Greedily you devoured his mouth as he laid there so compliantly. Your naked body intimately pressed against his. His surprisingly cool body is a stark contrast to your feverish one.

Sneakily you opened your eyes to watch him, see his blissed out expression as you kissed him. One of his hands had made its home on your hip, just resting and occasionally rubbing the skin there as you made out. 

With your eyes trained on him you carefully grind your hips into his. The reaction was instant. His head fell back as he tried to buck himself up, a beautiful moan falling from his lips. Oh you had to hear more of that.

With a pace that almost made you inpatient, you ground yourself up. High enough to where his cock was rubbing itself against your slick cunt.

The slide and drag created filthy wet sounds. And Solomon was already trembling under you.

He was so incredibly hard, it almost made you feel pity for him. Instead you continued grinding against his length. Straightening yourself instead and then leaning backwards so your hands could rest on his tights as you rode him.

“You’re- ah, fuck, you’re so wet hmm..”

Now Solomon’s mouth wasn't stuffed with your tongue or pussy anymore, he regained his potty mouth. Babbling praises as he looks up at you with half-lidded eyes. His other hand had also found its way to your hip. You still had all the control, rhyme and force you exert on him. The sorcerer merely resting his hands there.

You assume he thought this was just a bit more foreplay. Slickening him up before you slid him home. But you had other thoughts.

It took only a few more minutes of grinding before his hands moved lower. Hands cupping your ass and subtly trying to push you harder on top of him. His voice steadily became needier as time went by.

You can't lie that you're also getting riled up beyond comprehension. But the need to see him come undone outside of you was just overpowering enough to keep you going. 

When one of your slides was just a little too far forwards and the tip of his dick caught your entrance, a small part of his head slipped in. Both of you groaned in unison, Solomon arguably louder than yours. Quick enough you slipped out before he could thrust his way in.

And an honest to god whine slipped out his lips when you lifted yourself off him. His hips meeting air. And fuck, if his desperation didnt turn you on beyond belief you dont know what else could.

An idea sparked in your head as he muttered pleas under you. Begging you to please put it in you decide to take a page out of his book.

“Hah.. you want to fuck me that badly? Want to stretch me open on your cock? Mould your shape in me, yeah?”

The words felt awkward coming out of your mouth. But the resulting filthy moan coming out of him proved you were doing something right. The grip on your ass a pleasurable pain. His back arched into a bow, and you almost thought he would have come from that. 

You remove one of your hands from his thigh and use it to push him back to the bed. You hover slightly over his cock still, a mischievous smile on your face.

“I don't know if you should though…”

Leaning further back you made sure your dripping pussy was on full display. The hand that you used to push him down now slithering its way up to your sex. Only when you saw he had his eyes on it too, did you continue.

You were still quite stretched out from when he fingered you and ate you out, so slipping in two fingers was easy as cake. Making it a bit of a show as you dramatically sighed and moaned as you continued to scissor yourself open. It didn't feel as good as when he did it.

“Look at how good my.. ngh.. fingers are at that too. Would your cock really satisfy me? Would it… fuck, will it fill me to the brim?”

You half expected him to make some snarky remark. Instead all you were met with was a barely masked whine and even more pleas. His tone became huskier the more he said.

“I would make you feel so good baby, i would, ah - fuck you so full of my cock, you wont even be capable of speaking. All you will think about is me . Me stuffing you so deep, my dearest. So please, please let me-

You don't respond, just putting a third finger inside. There was barely any resistance. The slick gushing noise your pussy made as you pleasured yourself made your ears burn with the embarrassment you felt. It was so worth it as you took in the powerful sorcerers’ fucked-out and needy expression. His cock throbbing so hard it bumped against your knuckles every now and then as you continued to finger yourself.

Only when she saw his head being thrown to the side as he desperately fought the urge to grab your hips and have his way with you did she continue with the next step.

Making sure you had all your weight on his thighs, making him unable to move waist-down did you pull your finger out yourself and grabbed his dick to reposition him.

With a pleasurable little sigh you drop down just enough for the head to enter you. And then you stop.

You make sure you have him in a firm yet unsatisfying grip with your hand. Gently rocking your hips onto the small intrusion. Not to say he is small at all. No, the rest of his thick length is to enjoy for later.

With how slick you are, you had to continuously make sure you didn't slip in too much. It was tough to focus on that task as you had a horrifically ethereal sight before you.

Solomon had fisted his bedsheets so hard he was tearing holes into the fabric as he restrained himself. Obviously enjoying playing along with you, even though it took all of his will power to do so. His chest was heaving, stuttering each time you dipped just a little lower. His eyes are tightly shut with concentration as a fine layer of sweat coats his forehead. His white hair sticking to his skin. His skin flushed the most tempting shade of red.

He’s incomprehensibly babbling something as you carefully twist your hips around his tip. You can feel the strain in his thighs. The muscles ready to move out of instinct or your command.

You don't intend to let him do either as you bend forwards to his chest. He was so distracted he didn't notice you until nipped his chest.

Solomon really tried to let you have your fun with him, but his body moved before he could realise. His arms wrapped around her and sheathed himself as deep inside her as the angle allowed.

An union of groans and moans drifted through the room as the two of you finally joined. Still, as he caught his breath so as to not immediately blow his load, he still had a sense to know messed up your little plan. Although he wasn't necessarily afraid. About the repercussion.

…

As the room slowly filled in with steam, the noise of two breathless beings could be faintly heard. Muffled under the hard stream of water that came from the showerhead.

Solomon's intentions were pure at first. He was cleaning their combined bodily fluid off eachother. But as his hands trailed past their gorgeous curves their body shivered underneath him.

Before he could grab some shower foam, their lips were back on his. Seemingly not satiated yet as he was being hungrily devoured.

As they broke apart to catch their breath again the man couldn't help but hear a suspiciously wet noise. And for sure that wasn't the shower. His eyes were drawn downwards where he could briefly see his cum leaking out before the water washed it away. Before he realised what he was doing he was on his knees and his mouth was on their cunt.

It has been a long time since he cared about tasting himself. The taste of his cum and their slick mixed together would have been disgusting for any other person. But to Solomon, it was a meal he couldn't help but crave. Sloppily eating out any fluid his tongue could reach. His hands found purchase on their ass as he pushed their body closer to his face.

Despite the fact it was you who initiated the kiss, you were still painfully sensitive from the almost aggressive orgasms Solomon gave you later on. Even though he focused on your hole, every now and then his nose brushed your clit and you hissed from oversensitivity. The hot water raining down on your body also didn't help with calming anything down.

After he nosed that sweet spot for a fourth time you couldn't take it anymore and softly cursed under your breath. Your hands grabbed his hair and tugged him off. The air got stuck in your lungs for a second as you saw his hazed and blissed out expression. His face was cherry red and his eyes slightly glazed over as his mouth was shiny with slick. 

He was looking at your face but you don't think the sorcerer is seeing you. Like as if he was drunk from drinking in your pussy alone. As you were surprised into silence for a few seconds it seemed the man took it as a clue to continue eating you out.

Before his mouth made contact again you pulled him away again which resulted in him whining. Before you could tell him to stop, your eyes flickered all the way down. Solomon had his hand wrapped snugly around his cock which he was aggressively fisting up and down. You were surprised he had another in him, but looking at the angry red tip you don't think he has a lot left. 

Your brain aids with one last plan. You let go of his hair and turn yourself around, the tiled of the walls are cold as you lean your forearms and chest against it. “I’m too sensitive to be touched. But if you want to eat me that desperately, you can do it like this.” For further emphasis, you made sure to wiggle your ass at him.

He couldn't even bother with a response before shoving his face in your pussy again. You don't know what has him this riled up, not after everything you already did. It wasn't long before his eating slowed down and was mostly breathing and nuzzling against your cunt. With a followed breathless grunt, you knew he came. He seemed to want to return the favour but when his hand came up to touch you, you hastily grabbed his wrist. 

“Don’t.”

He stood up and kissed the space between your shoulder blades as he wrapped his hands around your middle. He rubbed gentle circles into the skin where his hands rested as if he was apologising.

The two of you stood there under the shower water for a moment. And even though the two of you were wearing nothing but your skin, you couldn't feel more adored. 

His chest was pressed close to your back, his nose in the nape of your neck as he peppered the sensitive skin with butterfly kisses. His strong arms around your middle as he held you. You rest your hands on his and you feel him smile behind you. 

…

At some point you did have to untangle yourself from him. This time when he soaped off your body there was no lust in either of your gaze. Only the sweet smell of some devildom fruit you don't know he was applying to our skin with a loofa. 

While he was washing your hair you sneakily grabbed the loofa too and lathered him up with the sweet smelling body wash too. Smiling while you thought to yourself the both of you will smell like eachother now.

..

Dried off and clothed, you lie in his bed.

Since the only clothes you had on was your rad uniform, Solomon decided to lend you his. Considering the sorcerer wasn't exactly… built like you, he used a bit of magic to temporarily chance the clothing size a little more to your liking. Lifting the collar to your nose you duly noted it still smelt like him. Most likely he grabbed the first shirt and sweatpants he saw for you.

Not that you minded.

You were half snuggled into the covers when you made a horrifying realisation. You were thankful Solomon was out of the room for a moment so he didn't see you flailing out of the bed. He went out to grab the two of you some snacks, to re-energise after your… extensive activities.

Which brought you to your next point.

You dug through your RAD uniform to fish out for a phone. 

You were greeted by over 50 messages from nearly all of the brothers. You ignore them all to search for Lucifer’s call button.

Just as Lucifer picked up Solomon walked back in with a little tray, curiously looking at you as you were kneeled next to your clothes.

“Where are you?”

Damn, Lucifer didn't even greet you.

“Uh-uhm, hi Lucifer. I’m at Purgatory hall. And uhm… I will be eating dinner here and probably sleeping over, too. So don't expect me home until tomorrow.”

Out of the corner of your eyes you saw Solomon laying the tray of snacks down on the desk. And from your viewing point it all looked… normal and edible. However there was a bigger concern as Lucifer took a while to respond. Until he did.

“I know you are at Purgatory hall. Simeon texted me you were over because Solomon was helping you study for an upcoming test. But he couldn't recall any upcoming tests, and neither can I. Would you mind refreshing my memory?”

You swallow.

“No. I'd rather not.”

He sighed loudly and you can just imagine him frowning and rubbing his temple in distress. You were half-worried he was going to tell you to come back to the house of Lamentation anyways or god forbid, come pick you up himself.

You're startled as you feel arms wrap themselves under your knees and behind your back to lift you up. Instinctively you clutch your phone to your chest, which only aided Solomon as he only had to lean his head down to talk into the speaker.

“Don't worry about your little human. We’ve made margible process with curses and hexes and seductive speechcraft. She might be surpassing me with how quickly she picked everything up. Tomorrow is the weekend. I’ll drop her off myself.”

You heard Lucifer mutter something along the lines of “Fine.” and you almost thought he would hang up. But he stayed silent on the other side of the line. In the meantime Solomon had gently set you down back on the bed again and briefly nuzzled your still-drying hair.

You lifted the phone close to your mouth and quietly uttered “Really, I'm fine Lucifer, thank you. Goodnight, see you tomorrow.”

A ruffling of fabric could be heard and then another sigh “...Goodnight.”

You only had a very brief window of time to smile to yourself. Even though the words sounded annoyed, you could still hear the fond bewilderment underneath it. Because in the next moment, Solomon plucked the phone from between your fingers, hung up, and pulled you underneath the bed sheets.

You giggle under your breath as you get spooned. One arm securely around you as he pressed himself against you. You got the grace of his bicep to lay your head on. Having to stifle a laugh as he intentionally flexed it a few times to make your head bop up and down.

He intertwined your legs as he muttered a spell into your hair, causing the light in the room to dim slightly. You're so extremely comfortable all wrapped up, but you can't help but ask; “Isn't it a bit too early to go to sleep? We haven't eaten dinner yet.”

“Mmh… told Simeon to call me when dinner’s ready. He didn't mind taking over. Come, let's just lay together for a bit my dearest.”

Well, you understood why Simeon was more than eager to take over Solomon’s cooking duty. You were also quite eager to hide your face in his arms. As a smile threatened to split apart on your face on the affectionate nickname. Although you're sure he felt it anyway.

In response peppered a few lighthearted kisses on the top of your head, fondly sighing when he was satiated. Hiding his own smile behind you.

“I love you too.”

You stiffen for just the briefest of moments, afraid you heard it wrong. Your breath caught in your lungs.

“I know you wanted to say it earlier, but I wanted to be the first one to say it. I hope you don't find it too mean of me.”

Silently you turn around to face him. Despite his confident words his face held an air of uncertainty in the dim lighting of the room. Oh, this dumbass.

You cradle his face with the limited space and playfully press a kiss to his nose. “You're right. That was very mean. I love you too, Solomon.”

You did not return to the House of Lamentation that night, as you spent the whole next day cradled lovingly in the sorcerer's arms.