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“Wait is that… Jujy!! Hey, Jujy!!”

Qifrey stopped his lecture mid sentence as Tetia broke away from his impromptu review of the difference between a poisonous vine and its harmless mimic. He watched as she tore off into the small crowd of fellow masters and apprentices that stood in the clearing around one of the many education centers tucked into the Marshwoods. He watched helplessly as Tetia launched herself onto another apprentice and nearly sent her to the ground with an excited squeal. The other apprentice gave an equally excited squeal when she realized who was trying to tackle her to the forest floor.

“Do… Do they know each other?” Coco asked Agott, who looked just as baffled as the rest of their atelier. “How do they know each other?”

“Coco, I have no idea,” Agott shook her head. “No one knows anything about Tetia.”

“Oh, okay. Good,” She breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought I missed something.”

“It’s news to Richeh,” Richeh said, fidgeting with one of her ribboned crystals. “Makes sense, though.”

Both the girls and Qifrey stared at her in confusion.

Richeh looked back at them like she couldn’t believe how dense they were, then held her hair up in two pigtails.

“Ah! A pigtail connection,” Qifrey mused with a small smile. Truth be told, he was also unsure of how Tetia knew Jujy. He knew only that she sent letters to another apprentice named Jujy who lived in The Great Hall. Beldaruit had confirmed that there was indeed an apprentice with that name in The Great Hall and that he was told by her master that she was a wonderful student. Qifrey decided to let their friendship be. “I see. That does make sense.”

“Does it..?” Agott asked softly, to no one particular. “Are you sure it does?”

Tetia was beaming as she walked back hand in hand with the other apprentice.

“Guys, you know my friend, Jujy, right?” A tall, handsome man with light braids over dark hair followed behind shortly them, tucking whatever he had been reading from away into his cloak. It was obvious he was the mystery girl’s master, judging by their matched, crisscrossing tassels and the adoring smile he had on his face at the sight of his apprentice’s glee in meeting up with a friend.

“Oh hey, I know some of you,” Jujy waved with her free hand. “How’s it going?”

“Hi, Jujy!” Coco waved back. “Since when did you know Tetia?”

“What are you talking about? We’ve been friends forever. Are you being mysterious again, Tetia?” She said, somewhere between teasing and chiding. Then she pointed to her teacher. “That’s Hiehart, my master.”

“That’s me!” Hiehart struck a little pose when introduced. “Hi, Jujy’s friends! Jujy, I can't believe you didn’t tell me you were so popular.”

“Hiehart, hm?” Qifrey asked, sure that the gentle smile on his face hid the tightness in his jaw. “Are you the Hiehart that happens to be friends with my Olruggio?”

The witch named Hiehart gasped.

“Did he say that we were friends?” Hiehart was practically vibrating in excitement. “Wait, wait- hold on, you must be Qifrey. Wow, I’ve heard so much about you from Olruggio. Good things! He really respects you and your work. It’s absolutely wonderful to finally meet you.”

Ah. He was that Hiehart.

“Nice to meet you as well,” Qifrey said, though he couldn't say he entirely meant it. “I can only assume you’re here for the seminar?”

With her hand still in Tetia’s, Jujy joined the flock of Qifrey’s apprentices. There was overlapping, excited chatter between the five of them, an adorable white noise beside their mentors.

“Oh yeah!” He answered. His vibrating had lessened, though Qifrey could see that it was still a little bit there. “I try to take Jujy to all the things I can… as a master, you have to give your apprentices a better childhood than you had, you know? It’s exciting, too! I had no idea how much fun stuff there was out here.”

Qifrey paused, surprised at the quick punch of appreciation he now held for this over enthusiastic young master. Had Hiehart had a stodgy, miserable mentorship in the Great Hall as well? He had no idea.

“Yes, I agree. It can be difficult to coordinate taking out four apprentices, but I think it’s something worth doing for their enrichment,” Qifrey answered, wondering what it was about this witch that teased out a friendship from his guarded Watchful Eye. “She’s lucky she has a master who understands that.”

“Wow, a compliment from Olruggio's best friend… oh stop, I’m blushing,” He put his palms on his cheek as if to hide the blush. “I love that kid so much, she’s the best apprentice one could ever have.”

“I can tell,” Qifrey couldn’t help but give him a genuine smile. It was sometimes difficult to remember there were masters out there that genuinely cared that much about their apprentices and took such joy in their work. “She seems very confident.”

“She is! You can totally see why she and Tetia get along,” He said, turning his head to see all of their apprentices showing each other their notes, pointing in either admiration or in correction/suggestion. “Oh! Do you mind if we tag along with you? They seem like they’re having a good time, it would be a shame to break them up now.”

“I… I suppose for a little while, yes. I wouldn’t want to take Tetia from her pen-pal just yet,” Qifrey half-heartedly agreed, fidgeting with his fingers as he spoke. He didn’t necessarily like the idea but his duty to make his apprentices happy outweighed the waves of irritated jealously he felt towards the witch that had mysteriously managed to endeared himself to his Olruggio.“I believe they’re starting the insect presentation soon.”

Olruggio stared, baffled, at the two eerily similar letter birds that had appeared around the flat surface he designated for correspondences to land. He wasn’t sure when they had started hovering there, though it was definitely some time in the last three or four hours he spent pouring into his latest contraption. He was not in the habit of checking his mail more than once a day (if that) and had only noticed them on his way back from getting some leftover soup and a cold sourdough roll from the kitchen.

My Dearest Olruggio,/Dear Olruggio,

I met your “apprentice” today/I met your best friend today. He's charming once you get past his enthusiasm/He's great company once he loosens up a little. We're going for drinks after the apprentices’ late night astronomy lesson. Care to join us in the Marshwoods? We’ll be at a bar in town called The White Whiskercat.

Yours,/Yours,

Qifrey/Hiehart

Olruggio considered the letters, wondering how the hell Hiehart convinced Qifrey of all people to get drinks with him. Qifrey, the witch who still hisses at people sometimes. Qifrey, the witch who happily lives in an atelier in most remote area they could find. How does Hiehart do it?

Olruggio considered the time and the contraption that laid mostly finished on his workbench… then put on his shoes and grabbed his cloak. He scribbled a quick response to both of them and sent the birds on their way.

Yeah, sure. Why not? I can use a drink. Be there soon.

“I thought he hated Hiehart,” He muttered to himself as he put on his hat. Qifrey had never directly expressed that he disliked Hiehart but there was always the slightest change in demeanor and body language in Qifrey for the rest of the evening whenever Olruggio mentions he spent the day with him. “Well, I guess that’s Hiehart for you. No one’s more persistent than Hiehart.”

“Are they plannin’ somethin’? What in the world would you two be plannin’ together?” He straightened his collar, made sure he had dusted away the last of the wood and stone chips off of him, then went to the windowway. “Don’t worry about us, Olly. We’re just going on a multi day, experiential learning retreat for apprentices and their professors. Whatever that means.”

Olruggio was only stopped twice on his way to The White Whiskercat, which was a fairly low number for the well known fire witch. One of the outsiders that had stopped him gave him directions to the bar and the other handed him a slip of paper bearing the man’s signature and a promise to pay the tab for a round of drinks. Olruggio didn’t do what he did for rewards but… there were some rewards he didn’t mind receiving.

Qifrey and Hiehart had beaten him to the bar, the two of them sitting side by side at a corner table. They were halfway through the drinks and halfway through some winding Hiehart story. Olruggio had no idea what kind of story he was telling that had Qifrey listening so intently.

“… And then this strange dragon popped out out of nowhere! The little beast hissed and whistled at us until we ran away. It would be adorable if it wasn’t terrifying.”

Ah, so that was it. He handed the ticket to the bartender, ordering another of whatever Qifrey and Hiehart ordered and a Zozah sunrise for himself.

“Oh, really?” Qifrey lit up. “What kind of dragon?”

“Huh,” He said, hand on his chin as he considered the question. “I’m not sure. It really was a strange beast. It didn’t have wings and it looked like a cat.”

“You saw a Tatzelwurm?” Qifrey gasped, almost spilling his liquor. “Those are so rare! How?”

“Where in the world did you see a Tatzelwurm, Hiehart?” Olruggio chuckled, placing the drinks on the table. “You better not be fibbin’ to him.”

“We saw it in the mountains, I swear!” He defended, surprised by Olruggio’s sudden appearance and distressed by his toothless accusation. “Ask Jujy, she will verifiy my claims.”

Qifrey smiled at Olruggio as he sat down.

“Oh, you really do take that girl everywhere, don’t you?” It was that feline smile that gave a coy little hint that Qifrey was planning some kind of trouble. “Hello, Olly, I see you got our letters.”

“You call him Olly?” Hiehart said, eyes bright as if he was just handed an unexpected gift. “That’s so cute... Can I call you that, too?”

“Not professionally,” He warned before taking a good sip of the drink. He was pleased to find it had a pleasantly heavy pour of tequila mixed into the dew berry juice. He fished out the sweet garnishing cherry out of the drink with his fingers and popped it in his mouth. Out of habit, he sucked the sweet drink off his thumb and index finger. “Otherwise, sure whatever.”

Olruggio froze for a moment when he noticed both Qifrey and Hiehart’s eyes on him. Olruggio was not a stranger to being the subject of someone’s hungry gaze and he was definitely not a stranger to that look from Qifrey but… both Qifrey and Hiehart? At the same time? He never in a million years expected to see that look from both of them at the same time, in the same place.

“So, uh, how’s the retreat so far?” Olruggio asked, trying to sound casual and not like he noticed the way both of their eyes traced the neckline of his shirt. He swirled the glass in his hand to mix the sweet grenadine into the rest of the drink, completing his image of casualness. “Worth the trip?”

“Not bad so far,” Qifrey answered, switching his empty glass for the fresh drink Olruggio brought him. “I was a little disappointed in the insect lecture.”

“Really? I thought it was going well, until they brought out the live bugs,” Hiehart said with a full body shudder. “Even that Ironsmith's glowmoth was a little creepy up close.”

“Oh, you mean the campfire moths?” Olruggio commented, thinking fondly of the many moths that had glowed the orange-red of hot metal dancing around the campfires he and Qifrey had once lit. Sometimes he couldn’t tell what was a floating ember and what was a living creature. Perhaps they would be creepy if he had only seen them in a cage or in a demonstration.

“They didn’t even talk about the properties of shellbeetle ink,” Qifrey huffed.

Olruggio smiled a little, just in one corner of his mouth. He could already hear the lesson that Qifrey was going to give on shellbeetle ink.

“Oh, I don’t know anything about that kind of ink. They use bugs in ink? That sounds far fetched to me.” Hiehart’s eyes went to Olruggio’s for just a moment before looking back at Qifrey. Olruggio swore in those two seconds, he saw something just as mischievous as Qifrey’s coy smile on Hiehart’s face. “Will you tell me more back at the hotel?”

“Of course I can, Hiehart,” Qifrey smiled and rested his chin on the back of his hand. He gave Olruggio the very same glance. “Come by anytime. You know which room I’m staying in.”

Olruggio sat there in stunned silence for a very, very long ten seconds.

“Should I be worried by how well you two are gettin’ along?”

They both laughed.

“You should stop by my hotel room as well, Olly,” Qifrey said sweetly, the honey sweet way he always lured Olruggio into bed with him. “One more drink, and I promise my lecture about shellbeetle ink will be very interesting for the both of you.”

There was no lecture on shellbeetles.

But at least there was a little bit of ink.

The ink of the silencing spell was still wet on the door when hands pushed away Olruggio’s collar and lips met his neck and shoulders and mouth. The smell of ink and home that lingered on Qifrey’s clothes mixed with Hiehart’s cologne that smelled like a warm spice and amber. He didn’t recognize the cologne. He was fairly certain Hieheart wore a new cologne every time he saw him.

Olruggio had, at some point, lost track of whose hands were down his shirt and on his bare chest and whose hands were on his waist. He thinks it may have been Qifrey who tugged down his skirt and Hiehart who relieved him of his shirt, though it was hard to keep track of whose clothes were stripped when. He was very certain he undid the straps around Qifrey’s neck and at least four of the button’s on Hiehart’s shirt.

“Do you like my present, Olly?” Qifrey whispered into his ear, the whiskey from the last Rusty Nail he drank still lingering on his breath. He was at Olruggio’s back, pressing him down onto Hiehart's cock by his hips. “Do you think he'll be a good boy for us?”

Olruggio swore under his breath as Hiehart was slid into him. It was more than what he was used to taking, but if Qifrey wanted to see him take all of it, he was going to take all of it.

“You- the whole thing?” Hiehart sputtered, wide eyed and gripping Olruggio's thighs. “Wow.”

“Neat party trick, huh?” Olruggio rolled his hips slowly, giving Qifrey and Hiehart a tease of the show he was going to give them. “You can thank Qifrey for that. He likes seein’ me take it all at once, too.”

“Oh, okay,” Hiehart said, his fingernails already digging into the meat of Olruggio’s thighs. “Thank you, Qifrey.”

“Goodness. He’s cute, isn’t he, Olly?” Qifrey chuckled, placing a kiss on Olruggio’s shoulder. One of Qifrey’s hand had stayed on his hip. The other hand went over the lower part of his stomach, right about where the head of Hiehart’s dick hit the inside of him. “You’re very welcome, Hiehart.”

Hiehart gasped when Olruggio picked up the pace, struggling for a moment to keep up with the new speed. Olruggio ran his hand over Hiehart’s chest, over his clavicles and all the way up to his face. He held his cheek and forced Hiehart to look him in the eye.

He took a moment to take in Hiehart’s features up close. He admired the way his dark eyelashes framed his pretty, gray eyes and the contrast of his white braids against his tan skin. Olruggio knew he would always be weak for a tall man with bright, light eyes.

“Tell me, Hiehart,” Olruggio said, in a low, gentle voice. “You don’t do this a lot, do you?”

“N-no, not really. Is it that obvious?” Hiehart shuddered in his grasp. “Not that I haven’t! I’m just very busy with jobs and being a teacher- there’s so much in the primer, I had no idea- and it’s difficult to find someone who-”

Olruggio put his hand over Hiehart’s mouth.

“Yeah, I get it,” he said, almost regretting asking the question. “Yes or no for the next two questions, alright?”

He heard Qifrey try to hold back a laugh as he nibbled on Olruggio’s earlobe. Olruggio smirked, having a feeling that Qifrey would like what he has in mind for Hiehart next.

“You ever been choked?”

There was a quick series of emotions that played over Hiehart’s face, ending in a wide eyed, blown pupil stare and a quiet shake of his head. Olruggio heard an intrigued hm from Qifrey, who still had teeth on his earlobe.

“Would you like to be?”

“Does… does it hurt?” Hiehart asked, voice muffled behind Olruggio’s hand.

“No, I won’t hurt you. Trust me, I’ll take good care of you.” Olruggio took his hand off his mouth, but left the pad of his thumb on Hiehart’s bottom lip. “What do you say?”

After a long second, Hiehart nodded.

“See, Qifrey? He is a good boy,” Olruggio praised, giving him a little pat on the cheek. “Here, sweetheart, I’ll even show you how to do it.”

Qifrey didn’t say anything, but the jealous growl in the back of his throat at the pet name told Olruggio everything he needed to hear.

“Pay attention, alright?” Olruggio showed Hiehart his hand with his thumb and his middle fingers extended, then he touched the soft spots under his jaw.

“Remember to only press right here. Don’t you dare let me find out you crushed someone’s windpipe.” Olruggio pressed his fingers into Heihart’s throat. “See? Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Hiehart tried to say something, but between the hand on his neck and Olruggio bouncing on his cock, all that came out was a pathetic, horny whine.

“I can't say I can see him choking anyone,” Qifrey commented, an envious seething just barely audible in his voice. At some point, his hand had wandered to Olruggio’s shaft, though it seemed more like he was looking for something to do with his hands than he was trying to make Olruggio cum.

“C’mon, give him time,” Olruggio said with a shaky laugh. He wasn’t ready to finish but having Hiehart that far inside him and Qifrey’s hands and mouth on him was bound to turn him into a quivering mess soon. “I only just taught him how to do it.”

“Sure.” Olruggio could hear the eye roll in his voice, then Olruggio felt Qifrey’s teeth hard against his shoulder.

The little burst of pain was enough to draw a deep, loud groan from him.

“Qifrey- Qifrey, please let me have him,” Hiehart begged, looking at Qifrey with one of his big hands around Olruggio’s wrist. “Please?”

“Hm,” Qifrey didn’t seem entirely thrilled at the prospect, but he still released Olruggio and scooted out of the way. “Yes, I suppose you may.”

Hieheart thanked him with a big smile, then gently removed Olruggio’s hand from his throat.

With absolutely no warning, Hiehart flung him flat on his back onto the mattress. Olruggio swore when he hit the mattress, then swore again when Hiehart started fucking him through it.

“Olly, I am so glad I finally have the honor of fucking you,” Hiehart told him, pinning the hand that was once around his neck to the bed. Good heavens, he was strong. Those driving thrusts felt fantastic. Olruggio wasn’t sure which of his joints cracked from the force behind his strokes, but he liked those pops of relief, too. “I’ve been waiting so long to have you, Olly.”

“Was it worth the wait?” Olruggio choked out between short, shallow breaths. It was hard to speak with Hiehart’s weight on top of him, giving him the full force of his pent up infatuation.

“It very much was,” Hiehart said, a drunken, giddy smile on his face. He took his hand off Olruggio’s wrist, and put it on Olruggio’s neck exactly how he was taught. “Just like that, correct?”

“Ugh, fuck me- yeah, just like that,” Olruggio gasped, grabbing his wrist and clawing at his back. “Keep goin’, Hiehart, don’t stop.”

Qifrey was silent, simply watching Hiehart take what he wanted. Olruggio wondered what he was thinking, though he could probably make a few guesses if he tried. Qifrey wore a focused but otherwise blank expression that gave away almost nothing. It made the devious part of him wonder if he could tease Qifrey into even more jealousy.

Olruggio moaned Hiehart’s name once, then twice. The new name felt odd in his mouth, making him fight hard against the years of muscle memory that made him want to call for Qifrey. The twitch Olruggio saw in Qifrey’s left eye put a smug smile on Olruggio’s face.

There were a few more rough, clumsy thrusts before Hiehart came in him. Olruggio could feel it squirting and dripping out of him when Hiehart tried to get a few more strokes into him.

Olruggio groaned, disappointed when Hiehart collapsed on top of him.

“Did you-?”

“No.”

“Ugh, I’m so sorry,” Hiehart hid his face. “It was just so… luscious when you said my name like that.”

“Just so you are aware, he needs to be warmed up far more than that,” Qifrey said from between smiling, gritted teeth. He put a hand on Hiehart’s shoulder, a gesture that would have been far friendlier if Qifrey wasn’t wearing an expression that made them both shiver. “Be a dear and get off of him. I would like to have my turn with him now.”

Hiehart got up and off of him faster than Olruggio thought humanly possible.

Qifrey took his place, giving Olruggio a kiss with some force behind it.

“Did you like what you saw, Qifrey?” Olruggio teased, stroking the hair on the back of his head. Finally, he thought, my Qifrey is back where he belongs. “Did you like seein’ me enjoy my present?”

Qifrey kissed him again like he had something to prove, forcing his tongue between Olruggio’s teeth. He kissed his jaw, then his neck. He moved down to his chest, looking up at him with a hard, hungry look.

“Did I enjoy it?” Qifrey said, a growl laced into his words. He kissed above his navel, then he kissed the dark hair that grew below it. “He didn’t even give you the courtesy of letting you finish.”

“Sorry,” Hiehart muttered with an embarrassed grimace. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, you got pretty close,” Olruggio rubbed Hiehart’s thigh with his palm, hopefully in a reassuring way. It was Olruggio’s fault he came so fast, after all. Maybe he shouldn't have choked him like that. “You’ll get it next time.”

Olruggio drew in a sharp breath when Qifrey cupped his balls and put his cock in his mouth.

“Oh fuck, Qifrey.” Olruggio put his fingers in Qifrey’s pretty white hair, gently forcing his head down on him. He made sure Qifrey heard him laugh when he gagged on it. “Watch Qifrey, Hiehart. He knows what he’s doin’.”

Hiehart nodded once, then turned his attention to Qifrey. If he had a notebook with him, he looked like he would definitely be taking notes. It was cute, in a way. Say what you will about Hiehart, but he sure doesn’t do anything by halves.

“You’re so pretty like that, Qifrey.“ Olruggio took a firmer grip of Qifrey’s hair, forcing his cock down into his throat. He shuddered and gagged, tears in his eye and spit dribbling down his chin. “And you feel so good. Are you trying to get me to cum in that fuckable throat of yours?”

Qifrey tapped him once on the thigh.

“No? Alright.” Olruggio let him go, then stroked his messy hair back into place as much as it could be in place. “Better get off, then.”

Qifrey roughly wiped his face with the back of his hand. He grabbed Olruggio’s thighs and shoved his legs over his head with a force and speed that made Olruggio dizzy.

“All mine now,” Qifrey said between gritted teeth. He used the tip of his dick to collect whatever of Hiehart had dripped out, then shoved it all back in. “My Olly.”

Olruggio gasped and twitched and swore when Qifrey immediately focused all his strokes on that one spot inside him that feels the best.

“I see why you enjoy fucking him, Qifrey,” Hiehart said happily, brushing Olruggio’s sweat damp hair off his forehead. Olruggio could swear he was doing it just to tease Qifrey. “Our Olly makes the best sounds, doesn’t he?”

“Oh, he really does,” Qifrey laughed, despite all the possessiveness Olruggio and Hiehart had stirred up in him. “You should hear the way he says my name when he finishes. You will say it when you finish, won’t you, my love?”

“Only if you keep fuckin’ me like this.” Olruggio gripped the sheets and arched his back. It was the only thing he could do at the moment besides taking that hard, achingly good pounding from the one person who knew exactly how to make him see stars. “Shit, Qifrey, you better not stop fuckin’ me.”

“No, I don’t plan on stopping,” He growled the words, a feral little snarl that was music to Olruggio's ears. He had a bruising grip on his thigh and hip that pinned him hard to the mattress. It was the kind of grip that Olruggio knew would leave pretty finger shaped bruises for him to admire in the morning. “I want you to remember who makes you finish.”

Olruggio was reminded quickly that Qifrey is very much the one who makes him cum. Qifrey's name fell again and again and again from his mouth as he brought him up to his climax and through it.

“So good for me.” Qifrey shot Hiehart a smug smile, not at all slowing down his pace or the force he was giving it to Olruggio. “Wonderful, isn't he? Isn’t everything about him perfect?”

“He really is perfect,” Hiehart smiled, stroking his hair. “I had no idea he would be so good at receiving. I mean, I certainly imagined it but… wow.”

Olruggio had become limp and leaking but Qifrey was not letting him tap out yet. Fortunately for him, Olruggio wanted nothing more than to be the moaning, overstimulated mess that Qifrey reclaims and dumps all of his love into.

“Qifrey, please,” Olruggio said, weakly, body jolting and twitching with every stroke. “Cum in me already, Qifrey.”

“Soon, my love.” Qifrey’s breathes were heavy and Olruggio could feel Qifrey’s sweat on the backs of his thighs. “Tell me you love me, Olly. I want to hear it.”

“I love you,” Olruggio said, voice barely above a whisper. “I love you, Qifrey. Please, I love you.”

Qifrey dug his fingernails into Olruggio’s skin and finished inside of him.

When he was done, Qifrey let Olruggio’s legs down and stole a kiss from him.

“That was fantastic, Olly,” He praised softly, before kissing him again. “How are you feeling?”

“Oh, it was good. We should do this again,” Olruggio said with an almost delirious laugh. “I think my back got cracked back into alignment.”

“Was that what that sound was?” Hiehart asked hesitantly, a shade of horror over his face. “I thought it was the bed.”

“Nope,” Olruggio said, with another laugh. “Thanks, Hiehart. I needed that.”

Qifrey frowned, turning to look at Hiehart.

“What are you thinkin’, Qifrey?” Olruggio narrowed his eyes at him. He could tell there were some wheels starting to turn in Qifrey’s head, though he wasn’t sure what they were turning for.

Qifrey got off Olruggio and sat upright on his knees.

“Come here, sweetheart,” He beckoned Hiehart, a sweet smile on his lips and an intense look in his eye. “Let me show you what you're competing with."

“Wh-” Hiehart looked to Olruggio, fear in his eyes.

“Oh, you definitely should take him up on that,” Olruggio gave him a little nudge of encouragement. “What do you teachers say? Best way to learn is by doin’?”

“Something like that, yes,” Qifrey chuckled, putting his hand on Hiehart’s leg. “I can wait, if need be. I have all night, after all.”

Qifrey’s gaze trailed slowly from Hiehart’s face and down his body. Olruggio followed where Qifrey’s eye landed and saw Hiehart already half hard.

“Incredible,” Olruggio laughed. Looking at Qifrey, naked (save for his glasses) and statuesque, Olruggio could definitely empathize with Hiehart’s hard on. “Well, go on. Get on your hand and knees for him.”

“Aw, Olly,” Qifrey smiled, as if he was touched that Olruggio remembered his birthday or brought him home flowers. “How did you know that’s what I was going to tell him?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Olruggio sat up and rolled his shoulders. He took a moment to wipe away the drippy pool of his own cum off his torso, loathing the idea of trekking back to the atelier with it dried down into his skin. “I know how much you like doggy style.”

Qifrey barked twice, then snickered at their inside joke. “Come now, Hiehart. I’m not going to bite you.”

“Pfft,” Olruggio said, individual teeth imprints still visible on his shoulder. “Liar.”

“Shh.” Qifrey put his finger to his lip. “You like it.”

“Whatever,” Olruggio rolled his eyes. “You can tell him no, Hiehart. He’ll fuck all night if you let him.”

“No, I want it,” Hiehart steeled himself with a nod and a confident smile. “I just haven’t gotten that request before.”

"Isn’t that a gift?” Qifrey ran his hands from Hiehart’s calves up his thighs and to his hips. “If you will, get on your hands and knees for me.”

“You know, if you asked me what I thought would happen at this learning retreat, I definitively would not have guessed this.” Hiehart laughed, only a little nervously as he started to get up.

“Wait,” Olruggio stopped him by grabbing him by the shoulder and kissing him.

He felt Hiehart’s body stiffen for a moment in surprise, then felt his hand on the back of his head. Somehow, he had Hiehart’s tongue in his mouth before he could think twice about it. Olruggio’s put his hands back on Hiehart’s chest, a silent admiration of such a well built witch. He may not have had the ethereal beauty that Qifrey possessed (no one did) but he still felt nice under Olruggio’s hands.

Olruggio kissed him more and tasted the red sloe gin on Hiehart’s lips from however many Blackthorns he put back that night. He found that still couldn’t wrap his head around this gift from Qifrey. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to propose some novel way for him to satiate that masochistic streak of his, but it was the first time they had ever let another person into their private life like this. He let Qifrey watch him stroke Hiehart to his full hardness, wondering if that’s what he wanted to see. Maybe, if he was lucky, Qifrey will tell him the full story later.

“He’s all yours, Qifrey,” Olruggio said, giving Hiehart a little pat on the cheek. “Enjoy him.”

“Thank you, my love.” Qifrey smiled, grabbing Hiehart by the wrist. He gave him an encouraging, yet somehow threatening tug towards him. “I think I will.”

Qifrey got him on his hands and knees, then gently manipulated him into place by pulling up his hips.

“Hm, you really haven’t done this before,” Qifrey remarked, putting one of his hands on Hiehart’s lower back. He gave himself a few slow strokes with the other while he spoke. “Arch your back a little more, sweetheart.”

Olruggio handed Qifrey the bottle of lubricant before he could try and get away with only using spit.

Use it, Olruggio communicated with one hard look.

Fine, he answered with a disappointed look, then took it. He put a squirt of it in his hand in a way one could only described as “sulky”.

“I haven’t, no,” Hiehart admitted, trying to follow Qifrey’s instructions. “Women don’t usually… give. Is this right?”

All three of them were silent.

“Hiehart, is this your first time with -”

“Maybe,” Hiehart interrupted the question just a little too loudly. “OllymademerealizethatIlikeboth, okay?”

Another moment of silence.

It started as a snrrk, then it evolved into a full laugh that was strong enough to shake the bed.

“You make it difficult to dislike you sometimes, Hiehart,” Qifrey said, trying to contain residual giggles. “You really do.”

“What?” Hiehart sounded convincingly sad/offended, but Olruggio had a clear view of the smug grin on his face, as well as the wink Hiehart gave him when they made eye contact. “You dislike me?”

“I wouldn't say this is the time to have that discussion,” Qifrey shook his head, though he was still smiling when he did so. “I'm sure you are aware there is a task at hand here.”

“Very aware.” Hiehart wiggled his behind. “What do you need me to do?”

“Oh, just relax for me,” Qifrey answered, tracing one lubricated finger around Heihart's hole. “You're a good boy, you'll do just fine.”

Hiehart opened his mouth to say something but Qifrey had pressed his finger into him. The only thing that came out was something between a moan and grunt.

Olruggio rubbed his back as he took the fingering, watching how Heihart's eyes quickly started to glaze over.

“He's good with his hands, ain't he?” Olruggio said, voice low and shaded with affection.

“Y-yes, yes he is.” A full body shudder went through Hiehart. “Is he going to-?”

“Just be patient!” Qifrey said, sweetly. “We can't break you in too quickly, can we?”

“You tease.” Olruggio gave him a hand gesture that said get on with it. “Just fuck him already.”

Qifrey stuck his tongue out at him. Fuckin’ brat.

“Please, Qifrey?” Hiehart asked, polite as ever.

“Well, if you insist.” Qifrey pulled out his fingers and, in a remarkable act of incredible restraint and noteworthy patience, very very slowly replaced them with his cock. When he got the whole thing in, he paused to let Hiehart twitch and whine.

“Urgh, Olly, how did you do this so quickly?” Hiehart asked, already sweating.

“Years of practice,” Olruggio answered with a shrug.

He watched Qifrey, just waiting so patiently while balls deep inside another man. Olruggio expected that he would be jealous of sharing his lifelong companion. He was very much not expecting those feelings to be shadowed by the fact that he was so turned on by the sight that it made him dizzy.

“Let me see you fuck him, Qifrey,” Olruggio told him, desperate to see more.

Qifrey snickered, then complied. He held back at first, gently holding Hiehart by the waist. He gave him the same long, slow strokes that Olruggio liked on the days they managed to sneak in some unhurried love making.

Hiehart made a shaky, pleased sound with every stroke. He even started pushing his hips back harder against Qifrey, doing his best to ask for more.

“Now fuck him like you mean it.”

Qifrey's eyebrows shot up into his hair at the request.

“Yes, ma'am,” Qifrey answered brightly, finally gripping and fucking Heihart harder. “Anything for you, my love.”

Hiehart gasped, scrabbling at the sheets for a moment.

A second later, Olruggio saw a thought enter Heihart's brain.

“Olly.” Hiehart grabbed his legs and attempted to pull him towards him. It was weak and desperate but Olruggio received the message. “Olly, please. Come here. Let me redeem myself.”

Olruggio did not have to be asked twice. Hiehart wasted no time putting Olruggio’s cock in his mouth and putting his big hands on Olruggio’s waist and thighs.

“I don’t want to see you fail to make him cum again,” Qifrey warned him in a soft growl. “Do not disappoint me.”

Hiehart whined again, a pathetic, muffled sound. His eyes teary and unfocused and there was a thick line of drool dripping down his chin.

“I wouldn’t worry about that, Qifrey,” Olruggio put his hand on the back of Hiehart’s head. “He feels good, don’t he?”

“You would not believe how tight he is,” Qifrey laughed, adjusting his angle just a little bit. “We should have shared him like from the beginning.”

There was a shocked, deep punch of a moan from Hiehart.

“Ah!” Qifrey smiled that feline smile, clearly proud of himself. “There it is!”

Olruggio, so fully aware of the cum still inside him, knew that once Qifrey started hitting that spot, he won’t stop until he has him in a sloppy, screaming mess.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Olruggio said to Qifrey. His hips rolled, gently fucking Hiehart’s mouth. He heard him gag, sending another dribble of drool down his chin and onto Olruggio’s balls. “Ugh, fuck. I think I’m gonna cum.”

He took his hand off Hiehart’s head, letting him decide if he wanted to swallow or not.

Qifrey, however, had other plans. He leaned over, grabbed Hiehart by the braids and held him in place.

Olruggio came before he could save him from being drowned. He was about to give Qifrey an earful for it when Hiehart tensed up and came hard with his head still in Olruggio’s lap. Cum, spit, swears dripped from his mouth onto Olruggio’s cock and thighs.

“You’re terrible, Qifrey,” Olruggio laughed, breathless. “Stars, I love you.”

Hiehart shook, moaned and coughed with each of Qifrey’s hard, precise strokes.

“Come on, Qifrey. Be a good boy and cum in him for me,” Olruggio encouraged in a low, sweet voice. “Let me see it, Qifrey.”

Qifrey gave him a quick nod, then finished inside with Olruggio’s name on his lips.

When Qifrey let him go, Hiehart collapsed with a groan in a sweaty, sticky pile, partially on the bed and partially on Olruggio.

“Oof,” Olruggio groaned from the sudden dead weight on top of him. “You alright, Hiehart?”

Hiehart coughed up some fluid, then held up a shaky thumbs up.

“Alright, I'll take it.” Olruggio turned to look at Qifrey, smiled and reached out for him. “C'mere, Qifrey.”

Qifrey looked hesitant. It was never a given that Qifrey would cuddle after sex, but Olruggio hoped he would at least indulge him tonight.

“C'mon,” He tried again. “Come here. Don't make me miss you.”

Qifrey looked at Olruggio, then looked at Hiehart in his half conscious state. He chuckled, sinking slowly onto the mattress beside Olruggio.

“Did… did we break him?” Qifrey curled up against his side and put his hand on Olruggio's chest. “He looks a bit broken to me.”

“We is strong word,” Olruggio kissed Qifrey’s forehead. “But yeah, maybe a little.”

“What the fuck was that?” Hiehart muttered to himself, as if he didn't hear the conversation. “Fuck me.”

“Golly, I think I railed the Great Hall out of him,” Qifrey laughed. “That's certainly an achievement, isn't it?”

“You sure did. I wonder how long he'll stay like that.” Olruggio touched the one of the loose braids on the side of Hiehart’s head with the tips of his fingers. They were still somewhat intact, though most of the white hairs have been pulled out of the braids completely. Olruggio had the silliest urge to re-braid them for him before they sent him home.

How in the world did Hiehart get himself into Qifrey’s hotel room like this? Sure, he was as whip smart and oddly charming as he was handsome but that can’t be all he needed to get here. Olruggio couldn't help but think he deserved more than to be a bonded pair's sex toy.

“You two are gonna tell me how we got here, right?” Olruggio asked, turning back to Qifrey, who he caught staring at him like he was admiring a painting.

Qifrey jumped a little at the sudden eye contact but settled again quickly.

“That depends!” He smiled sweetly, as if he had never done anything wrong in his entire life. “Will you buy us more drinks while we tell you?”

Hiehart was the first to leave, though Olruggio insisted that he sat down and got his braids fixed first. No need to encourage any rumors by going out into the halls of the hotel looking that bedraggled.

When he was presentable enough, Hiehart offered them both a smile, a nod, and a wish goodnight before staggering off to his room.

“Do you think the girls are asleep yet or do you think they’re still enjoying their slumber party with Jujy?” Qifrey asked, drawing a quick spell on his palm quire to clean the ink of the door.

“Ya know, I wish I knew Hiehart’s Jujy was Tetia’s Jujy. I feel bad knowin’ now that they could have hung out more,” Olruggio said as he pulled his heavy cloak over his shoulders. “Did we ever find out how they know each other?”

“Oh, heavens no,” Qifrey laughed and shook his head. “Olly, I’m just shocked and delighted that she’s a real person.”

“Hm. That girl,” Olruggio muttered. He put a hand on Qifrey’s lower back and pulled him closer for a kiss goodbye. “You and the girls will be home tomorrow night, yeah?”

“As long as nothing happens, yes.” Qifrey put a hand on his shoulder and gave him the kiss goodbye. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay a little longer?”

“Nah, probably best for me to get outta here now. Gotta use the cover of night when I can,” Olruggio said, though a large, exhausted part of him did very much want to curl up in Qifrey’s arms and fall asleep with his head against his chest. Unfortunately, if Olruggio wanted to get home without beings stopped by someone in need of a witch or by some kind of admirer, he had to leave now when the streets were silent and the stars were bright. “Goodnight, Qifrey.”

“Goodnight, Olly,” Qifrey smiled, taking his hand off Olruggio’s shoulder to fiddle with his fingers. “Safe travels.”

Olruggio gave him a nod before leaving through one of the room’s large, curtained windows. Sylph shoes took him safely to the ground and eventually to the windowway back home.

He wondered (more than once) if this was going to be a reoccurring event.