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“Good evening, Sera Curator."
Urag gro-Shub looked up when a saccharine voice pulled him out of his book.
“Good evening, Arch-Mage” he replied and put the tome down to hear what the old elf had on his mind now.
The joyful tone in that man's voice signaled trouble.
Urag’s Arcanaeum might have been as peaceful as his own little plane of Oblivion, but the College it was attached to was always involved in all sorts of… hmm… troublesome antics. And Arch-Mage Savos Aren was truly the headmaster of all the nonsense that went on upon this cold rocky islet.
“Ah, there is no need to be so pessimistic, dear Lorekeeper,” Savos started, almost as if reading his thoughts. “I am not turning to you to solve anything unfortunate. It is a personal project I’m looking to advance.”
“I see, alright then.” Urag was glad about that. The Arch-Mage had come looking for his help in so many student-related mishaps that even his hardened heart felt a little heavy at times.
“You are invaluable for great many things besides crisis aversion, my friend.” Urag enjoyed the compliment, of course. But he knew he was being buttered up here.
“So? What can I help you with?”
"I would like to re-borrow to that one book about mer physiology. Oh, and do you remember which tome was the one that really dug into what effects the Gildergreen's fruit could have on one's body?"
“Haven’t you lived enough, old man?”
“Never,” Savos Aren grinned.
“You are a fool. Fate will catch up with you one day and you will die an embarrassing death.”
"Maybe. How much do I owe you, sir?" He leaned closer over the desk.
"Very first time visiting a library, is it, headmaster? That explains the usual quality of your work then."
"That is quite hurtful. I wish you would try to play along, even once." Savos' voice betrayed that he was not all that disappointed though. He'd known Urag for a dozen decades, he was well aware how impossible he was to flirt with.
This would have to be enough to count as pleasantries between two old colleagues. Savos walked around the desk and unceremoniously inserted himself onto the librarian's lap. Direct action was the only way to ever get anything out of that man.
That did not mean Savos could not throw his arms around Urag's neck and coo desperate pleas in his ear. Just for his own amusement, at least.
Which only earned him a rough shove off of those warm thighs, and getting pushed face first onto the writing desk.
Urag’s hands were lifting Savos’ fur-lined mantle with the robe underneath up, untying the sash around his waist, and pulling his trousers down.
With them only down to around his knees, Savos couldn’t open his legs as wide as we would have wanted. Open himself up as completely and satisfy his needs. Though instead it was thrilling to feel trapped between the hard unmoving edge of the desk, under the solid weight of his robust partner pressing him against it.
One large hand on Savos’ back pressed him down, while the other moved to work on Urag’s own clothes. Then his hips were caught again, and he felt Urag’s member poke him from behind. The length was pushed between his legs, rubbing against his sack. With Urag noticing the area was already slick. This old bastard had apparenty already started on the fun in his own quarters.
Grinding hips against his behind, in promise of what’s to come. What Savos could not at this point stop anymore. The orc’s long cock rubbed against his own, which was hanging stiff between his legs. The tip of Urag's one kissing the underside of his shaft, rubbing it all over, and gently lifting it with its hardness. Spreading slickness all around that area. Gods, how it was starting to itch.
“Hands front, Arch-Mage.” Urag ordered.
Savos had barely time to drab the edge of the desk when the entire length pushed into him. His balance thrown off by hips impacting into his behind. His back curved, head shooting up, only to be grabbed by the hair and pushed back down. His legs straigheted, again to be only caught by his trousers. He was falling. At least he felt like he was, when his body was only supported by the edge of a table and a pair of hands.
Urag had pressed into him, tightly pushed his hips against his, and given a couple of shallow thrusts to make sure every inch of his cock was now inside Savos’ body. Then he stopped for a moment. Savos now feeling the heavy body on top of him, unbearably long cock inside of him, the orc’s breathing right in his ear, loud in the cold silence of the Arcanaeum.
This is what Savos was after. Total fulfilment of all his senses.
His knees gave out. All that was keeping him from slipping off the desk were the librarians hands grabbing his shoulders, and his still rock-hard member pushing up into him. Every thrust banged his hips against the shard edge. Every impact of the hips hit the tip of his cock against the smooth underside of the wood.
Savos was not conscious enough to consider the noises he was making. What must have Urag thought of it, his deathly silent catacomb of a library being filled with wet slaps of bodies and uncontrolled breathless cries of fervor.
He wanted to come so desperately. He moved his other hand down under the desk, reaching to touch himself.
“I said, keep your hands clean, you wretch!” sounded Urag’s command. “Arch-Mage or not, my rules about how to behave here still stand.” wrenching Savos' arms over his head and holding them there.
He then stopped the movements of his hips to observe and listen to the shivering archmage quietly moaning and twitching under him.
“Had enough, have you?” he growled in his ear?
“..hn..y-…ah…yes… yes.. please” Savos could barely get the one word out.
Urag stood straight and taking one step back slipped out from inside of him. Savos barely caught the edge of the desk again, keeping himself from crumbling to the floor, shaking legs not being able to support him. He could have cried out in disappointment, the delicious pressure leaving without pushing him to completetion.
Even more disappointingly, Urag grabbed his trousers and pulled them up archmage’s legs. Unbelievable. No no no, was this really all that the he was going to give him?
The trousers were pulled only partially up. Covering Savos’ own cock but leaving his behind out in the open.
Ohh this is what the librarian was up to. What an absolute bastard. All he was thinking about was keeping any threats as far away from his books as possible.
Savos wouldn’t even be granted the comfort of leaning down, as a solid hand grabbed around his waist and held him close to the body behind him. Urag dropped down on his knees and Savos went unceremoniously down with him. And in an instant the orc’s cock was thrust back inside of him.
Urag was now fucking him with fast and short thrusts. He was making grunting noises of his own and his hand reached down to grab Savos’s cock through his trousets. Not rubbing or frigging. Just squeezing with his wide hand, encompassing his whole genitals.
Savos was beyond making noises now. He laid there mouth agape overwhelmed by the cold stone floor under him and solid mass of a man pounding him into it. Finally the rought fondling took its toll and he felt orgasm coming in. Rubbing of his crotch turned lighter, as he felt his hips thrust into the hand, and spearing back onto the hard cock, and back into the hand, filling the inside of his trousers with come.
He laid there limp, arms on his sides, both of Urag's arms now wrapped around his waist, his whole weight on top of him and he worked himself in and out of his body, working towards completion. Savos now had the chance to enjoy the slight hitch in the old man’s voice, feel his moves become uncoordinated, and the subtle press of his face against Savos’ neck. Urag was also pleasured by this, feeling good, hazy, and estatic. Comfortable enough to play this game with him next time again, to feel a bit of warmth in this miserable world.
After a few moments Urag too let out an uncharacteristically soft “Ahh” then another one. Then he wrapped himself fully around Savos as his hips stuttered and his cock pulsated inside of him. After a few shallow thrusts to make sure he’s completely spent himself inside of the other man. He then carefully pulled the length out, and pulled archmage’s trousers up, tying the sash back around his waist, while the the archmage still lay on the floor.
Yes, Urag's plan to keep bodily fluids out of his library, and Savos admired both his dedication to his work and his guts to just do that to his superior's official robes.
Crack of his arse was wet with the other man’s seed, and his cock and stomach with his own.
“I expect to see it back on my desk the next Sundas before sunset or I will be coming up to take it by force."
Savos would keep that threat in mind.