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Easthies was unsure how long he had laid on his bed after Utowin left.
Time passed differently in the Great Hall, even when someone such as himself had lived there for so long. Before, though, he had the duty of being Deputy Captain. Up early to get ready, train, then down to his office to file reports. He’d take in complaints and dole out punishments. There was a sense of order to it, of punctuality.
Now that had been removed from him. He hadn’t even looked at a clock since his demotion and house arrest. He couldn’t even remember how long the house arrest was for, just knew that it was long enough to send Easthies into a state of shock.
I had just been upholding the Pact… he thought bitterly to himself. Yet everyone is treating me as if I am some monster. Even Utowin…
No, he wouldn’t think of that.
Utowin’s hurt expression crossed his mind, sending a jolt of pain through Easthies’s heart. Easthies wondered listlessly if this is how he would endure his punishment - reminding himself of how his actions hurt others. Would they still hate him if it meant protecting them?
Of course they would.
The silence stretched on, just as Easthies preferred it. The only sounds came from those passing by outside, which were rather rare occurrences now. People tended to avoid the individual that went ‘crazy’ on Silver Eve. That was why it was so odd to him when he heard footsteps approach his door. Heard a firm knock.
He elected to pretend he hadn’t heard, covering himself more with his blanket. He’d been asleep, and thusly missed whatever visitor had graced him with their presence. Such a shame, really, but he was in no mood for discussion. Another knock. Again, Easthies ignored it. Then, the door opened.
Easthies pushed himself up to see who in the world had decided to intrude upon his privacy.
“Qifrey,” he muttered, eyes narrowing into a fierce glare. “Come to mock me, have you?”
“But of course,” the witch said brightly, a smile upon his face. “To know that you will no longer harass myself or my apprentice, well. What better gift can one ask for?”
Easthies scoffed, turning back onto his side, facing away from Qifrey.
“Well, you have had your fun. Leave.”
“I never said that that was my only business here.”
Whatever it was, Easthies didn’t care. Not a single ounce. So he remained silent and still, studying the lines on the stone walls. Being here, within this room, was a testament for how far he was willing to go to maintain the Pact, and even Qifrey’s insults couldn’t touch his resolution in this fact.
Surely that was why he remained unmoving, even when he heard Qifrey’s footsteps cross the room before pausing beside his bed.
“Are you going to continue your pity party? Lie in bed all day, thinking ‘what if’?”
Easthies remained silent, but the desire to hiss back that there wasn’t much else he could do whilst under house arrest remained strong, to the point of biting his tongue.
He was a failure, and he didn’t much feel like being reminded of this fact.
Just as he had half a mind to tell Qifrey to leave him be, to chase him out into the night, Qifrey sat on the bed. Easthies jolted upright, anger laced in every word.
“What are you-?!”
Easthies’s argument died in his throat when he took in the position Qifrey had put them in.
Qifrey leaned over him, one arm placed firmly on each side of Easthies’s body. His gaze traveled from the messy collar of Easthies’s attire up to his face, where it remained fixed. Easthies attempted to shift himself backwards on his elbows, only for his back to hit the headboard.
“What is your plan, Eas?”
Easthires gritted his teeth. “Do not call me that.”
“Ah, I forgot. Only Utowin could call you that, couldn’t he?”
Qifrey’s lips quirked into a mocking smirk when he saw Easthies’s face turn red before he looked away. Something had happened between the two of them just before Qifrey came into the room. He wondered what it was - clearly it was bad enough to where Easthies had no witty retort to Qifrey’s mockery. It was bad enough to where Utowin had glowered at Qifrey when they had passed each other in the hall not too long ago.
“”Now, just what do you plan to do, now that you’re no longer ‘deputy captain’?”
Easthies’s lips curled in disdain at the reminder, keeping his gaze averted. One moment passed, two. Easthies’s face and neck began to grow hot from being under Qifrey’s scrutiny for so long.
Surely Qifrey would grow bored and leave. Find that Easthies is in no position to fight with him and decide to go bother someone else.
…Right?
“Oh!” exclaimed the witch. He drew closer, the silence growing heavier. “You don’t have one.”
Easthies clenched his jaw the moment Qifrey spoke, biting down on his tongue in a desperate bid to not let him have the pleasure of earning any semblance of a reaction. Imagine his surprise when Qifrey lifted one of his hands, using his thumb to pry open Easthie’s mouth and pushing it further open.
He tsked as he made note of the blood.
“See what you’ve done now?”
Easthies attempted to bite his thumb, but Qifrey appeared undeterred even when the other’s teeth sunk into his flesh. If anything, he appeared amused. The fight that flared within Easthies quickly died. He sighed, his jaw loosening on Qifrey’s thumb. What was even the point in anything anymore?
Qifrey smiled when Easthies relaxed, pressing the pad of his thumb down more, opening Easthies’s mouth wider.
“See, was that so difficult? Behaving?”
Easthies jerked his head away from Qifrey’s grasp, which Qifrey appeared to allow this time. His hand returned to rest beside Easthies, using the newfound leverage to lean himself further into Easthies’s personal space.
“If you have found yourself quite entertained, then you can leave now.”
Easthies’s hiss didn’t bother Qifrey in the least.
“I told you before… that is not my only reason for visiting.”
Qifrey received no response other than a narrowed, suspicious glare. He decided that the suspicion was warranted.
“Since you will be quite… unoccupied, in the coming days…” the glare Qifrey earned was one of the nastiest yet, but he didn’t back down. “I have come to offer a proposition.”
Easthies’s glare lessened, but he didn’t let down his guard whatsoever.
“... what is it?” he finally asked with a sigh.
“Interested now?” Qifrey chuckled, expression turning serious as he lifted a hand to lightly trace Easthies’s jaw. “You may not have a purpose anymore, but I can give you one.”
“...what?” Easthies’s brows furrowed in confusion, eyes flicking to Qifrey’s hand, which had gone from tracing Easthies’s jaw to playing with a strand of his hair.
Qifrey met Easthies’s gaze, his smile shifting more into that of a warmer tone. “Everyone knows of how you insist being a Knight is your ‘duty’. That being deputy captain is your lot in life..”
Easthies noticed him backing away, taking his hands with him. But those same hands moved to Easthies’s sides, firm in their grip. Qifrey shifted himself so that he was mere inches away from the other’s face.
“Should you so desire it,” He hummed. “I could give you a child.”
The words hung in the air. Easthies instantly thought the implication absurd; he couldn’t get pregnant, and it was not for a lack of trying. He had long ago given up the idea of having a child of his own, and maybe that was why he had taken to being softer on the children of the Great Hall, even during his work as a Knight.
Of course, many would point out his inflexibility with Coco, but he felt no desire to explain himself or his actions when he felt the reason for it was blatantly obvious.
Qifrey’s hands had moved down, now resting on his hips.
“Well? I won’t force you to accept such a matter.”
His tone was light hearted, with an edge of seriousness to it. Qifrey must know that forcing a child on someone who didn’t seek to have one would only result in the child suffering.
Qifrey was too close.
He was making it difficult for Easthies to think rationally, especially since it had been so long since Easthies had been touched with any form of desire.
Well… if Qifrey’s task was so impossible, so absurd, then he supposed there would be no harm in allowing him to try.
“Do as you wish.”
-
Qifrey was kind at the start.
He had initially pulled away, leading to Easthies suspecting that Qifrey’s visit was a prank, or another way to tease him. His half-hearted acceptance of ‘being given a purpose’ would surely be used against him come morning.
But that had not been the case.
Qifrey had instead removed the blanket that covered Easthies, tossing it carelessly towards the edge. His focus was on Easthies’s figure, which still donned his pajamas.
“Pajamas at noon?” he had teased, fingers tracing the hem of the attire.
“There was no reason to change.”
Being blunt didn’t scare Qifrey off. If anything, it made him smile wider. He lifted his hands to the clasp of his cloak, undoing it with one swift motion. The fabric fell into a heap. His boots were kicked off, tumbling either under the bed or further into the room.
The witch made his way between Easthies’s legs, his fingers moving under the hem and pulling it up as he got himself settled. The motion seemed to take ages from Easthies’s perspective; Qifrey’s fingers brushed against Easthies’s thighs, making him shiver and heightening his senses. A frustrating lack of consistent touch.
For Qifrey, the motion was swift. One fluid motion and Easthies had become half-undressed, staring up at him with his typical bored expression. But he could tell something was different.
Yes, Easthies was blushing.
Faintly, but plenty enough to where Qifrey’s desire to see him red in the face with pleasure heightened.
He undid Easthies’s belt, being lucky enough to where no laces snagged each other in the process. Easthies attempted to help at one point, but Qifrey had brushed his hands to the side.
“Let me enjoy the process,” he had said.
He’d earned a scoff in return, but Easthies’s hands returned to rest on his stomach as he laid his head back on his pillow. Qifrey returned to what he had been doing, mentally adding the you will need all your energy.
Qifrey made no move to remove Easthies’s gown in its entirety. Instead, he shifted his attention to Easthies’s neck. He ran his hands up Easthies’s sides, feeling the other shiver. He kissed along the curve of Easthies’s neck, pulling at his collar when the fabric got in Qifrey’s way. It was inevitable that the topmost portion of the gown slid off the ex-deputy’s shoulders.
Easthies didn’t move to fix it, although his gaze showed that he at least considered doing so. Qifrey couldn’t have that.
“Ow!” Easthies hissed, shoving Qifrey away and pressing a hand to the deep bitemark that now resided there. “What the hell was that for?!”
“You look nice like this,” he excused, now properly laying on Easthies. “I couldn’t have you fixing it.”
“It is not like it would have mattered,” Easthies muttered. “You are taking your time doing anything.”
“If I moved any faster than I currently am, it would not work.”
“What will not?”
“You’ll see.”
Easthies studied the other, once more suspicious. He noted the mischievous glint in Qifrey’s eye, the way his hand was moving along Easthies’s thigh and driving him crazy. He was certain that Qifrey could feel how turned on he was.
The wicked grin on his face certainly implied he did.
Qifrey’s hands returned to rest on Easthies’s hips seconds before he rolled his hips. Easthies shuddered, closing his eyes and placing the back of his hand over them. Now blind by his own choice, his sense of touch had heightened.
Qifrey’s lips pressed against his neck again, electing to nip at the skin instead of biting as he had before. He rolled his hips again, pressing Easthies closer as he did. Close enough to feel that Qifrey was hard.
It made sense - of course he would be hard.
But it still left Easthies shocked all the same. Made him realize that the touches and bites were real.
Qifrey rolled his hips again, nearly drawing out a moan. He had set a pace, Easthies realized. Slow, deep. Enough to where every movement was felt and had a reaction. It was driving Easthies insane. He wanted him to increase the pace, especially when he was feeling the build-up in his lower abdomen. Qifrey was ignoring him, he was certain of it. Ignoring his attempts to move against Qifrey, or to move his hands.
No, actually, he didn’t ignore when Easthies tried to move his hands.
He had pulled away from the other, keeping his hips pressed against Easthies’s. In this manner, both could see how hard Easthies had gotten. How close he was.
Qifrey had taken both of Easthies’s wrists into his hands, amused but stern. He pulled Easthies’s hands above his head, stretching the other out further. It made Easthies feel indescribably vulnerable. Embarrassed. Desperate.
He didn’t even chide Easthies, instead kissing him when the former Knight attempted to complain.
Qifrey once more moved his hips, humping Easthies in that same frustrating frequency he had before. It was unfair just how terribly it was affecting Easthies compared to how it was affecting Qifrey, which seemed to be little to none at all. The longer he drew it out, the harder Easthies felt it was to think. The more difficult it was to not blush or fidget. The harder it became to stifle his moans. Even more unfair to Easthies was how Qifrey could seem to sense when he was going to cum. The pace he set would practically stop, just enough to where Easthies’s orgasm would ebb away. Qifrey would then start the pace again, winding him up to that same tense moment before he would again pull away.
A whine escaped him, once, and it made Qifrey far more excited judging from the way he kissed him.
His neck once more became Qifrey’s focus, leaving no skin untouched by teeth or lips. The coiling sensation in Easthies’s stomach intensified; he let out more moans and gasps from how distracted he had become. All he could consider was how wonderful it would feel to cum, to finally be rid of the fuzziness that had taken residence in his head.
Qifrey appeared to have other plans.
He pulled away just moments before Eathies was about to cum. It was such a betrayal that Easthies genuinely whined at the loss, propping himself up to see what the hell Qifrey found to be more important than allowing him release this time.
Qifrey hummed, removing his own over attire before he glanced over and met Easthies’s withering stare.
“I can’t let you ruin the fun when it’s been such a short visit, so far.”
Easthies was bewildered. He looked at the clock, noting how it had easily been half an hour since Qifrey had arrived… or so he guessed. He knew for a fact that it hadn’t been a simple five or so minutes.
“What-?”
He couldn’t get anything more out before Qifrey had placed a hand on his shoulder and pressed him back to the bed. Satisfied that Easthies wouldn’t sit back up, Qifrey settled himself in between Easthies’s legs. He didn’t even give him the chance to question just what he was doing before he licked the underside of Easthies’s dick.
He was instantly rewarded with Easthies finally moaning.
Qifrey, ever the tease, didn’t take Easthies into his mouth entirely, not at first. Instead, he found amusement in licking, stroking, and fondling him. He couldn’t see his face from here, but he could feel him arching his back. Felt the pull of the sheets as Easthies grabbed at them.
Unfortunately, Easthies was not yet at the point where he begged.
But he was close to it.
The thought of Easthies begging for him was far more than pleasant. Qifrey chuckled, breath ghosting over Easthies’s dick just before he took the head into his mouth.
Easthies groaned loudly, struggling to keep his hips still.
Qifrey’s arms wrapped around Easthies’s thighs, securing them in place around his shoulders. He got the feeling that Easthies wouldn’t last much longer against whatever was holding him back from actively participating, whatever part of his mind was keeping him so uptight. While Qifrey didn’t want him moving just yet, it was still very obvious to him that Easthies wasn’t allowing himself to participate.
“Do as you wish.”
Nothing about that had made mention of what Easthies had wished.
Qifrey intended to draw it out.
The warmth of Qifrey’s mouth was almost too much for Easthies to bear. He tightened his grip on the sheets, head tilting back as he closed his eyes again. He wanted release; he wanted to thrust his hips and cum. But Qifrey was being a tease, pulling away and refusing to let him time and again. Even now, he wasn’t taking Easthies entirely into his mouth. Instead, he was doing the minimum.
Easthies was so far gone at this point that even the minimum was having an intense impact. Had that been Qifrey’s plan this entire time?
There was a connection, no doubt, but it wasn’t possible for him to make those connections when he could feel Qifrey pulling his dick out of his mouth. He couldn’t even think when Qifrey swallowed him down to the base at the same moment he thrust a finger into his entrance.
Easthies arched his back, trembling as his eyes snapped open.
“Qifrey,” he moaned.
He couldn’t see him. Couldn’t see the amusement in his eye, nor the way Qifrey’s dick twitched hearing him moan.
What he could feel was Qifrey’s tongue, his fingers as he stretched him further. The pain was nothing compared to Qifrey bobbing his head. It was all too much -
Easthies came with a whimper.
Qifrey paused, taking every drop that Easthies gave him. Once he was sure that the other was finished, he settled himself in between Easthies’s legs once more. He gently grabbed Easthies’s face, making him face him. Easthies’s eyes were hazy, his breathing ragged.
Qifrey kissed him, deep and possessive.
He shoved his tongue into his mouth, making Easthies taste himself in the kiss. Salty, bitter.
Qifrey pulled away once he was satisfied that Easthies had either most or all of his own cum, seeing Easthies grimace at the taste in his mouth and the sheer amount he now had.
He made to spit, but Qifrey pressed his mouth closed.
“No,” he mockingly chided. “Swallow.”
Easthies attempted to glare at him, but he was still suffering aftershocks from his orgasm. Obediently, he swallowed.
“Good boy,” Qifrey purred.
He pressed his thumb against Easthies’s lips again, but he didn’t have to force him to open his mouth as he had before. Instead, Easthies opened his mouth without complaint nor argument. Empty.
Qifrey bit his lip, thinking about everything he planned to do to Easthies over the coming months. There was no doubt that Easthies was getting pregnant, and he was going to get pregnant very soon if Qifrey had it his way.
Tonight, even, if possible.
Tonight had only just begun, and Easthies had already been reduced to this.
Easthies had no time to regain his thoughts. Qifrey had taken to biting his shoulder, one hand stroking Easthies whilst the other returned to prepping Easthies. It wasn’t fair just how expertly Qifrey’s fingers seemed to be - even if that was only how Easthies felt given how sensitive he was, he still found it unfair that even the lightest of thrusts from one of Qifrey’s fingers made him shiver with anticipation.
The witch kissed just under Easthies’s ear, whispering softly, “Excited at the prospect of me fucking you, are we?”
“Nnn…” Easthies lowered his head, letting his hair hide his face.
He heard Qifrey chuckle; he couldn’t even make a proper biting remark anymore.
The world went white and he felt a wave of pleasure pass over him. Qifrey paused, studying this reaction with vested interest.
“I see..” he tilted his head, fingers gently brushing against the spot that had sparked such a vivid reaction.
“Please-” Easthies whimpered, trying to speak between gasps. “Please, Qifrey, do that again..”
Qifrey pretended to think for a second, watching Easthies trying to look at him while still recovering from such a jarring amount of pleasure. Easthies grew increasingly desperate as he felt Qifrey brushing his fingers against the spot again and again, indicating that he knew very well what Easthies was referring to and that he knew exactly how to make it happen again.
“I suppose, since you’ve been good~”
Another blinding wave of pleasure. Then another.
Easthies’s quiet moans became loud. To Qifrey’s knowledge, the ex-Knight had no silencing spell on his room, so anyone who passed by his room could hear him. Then again, he could be wrong. Maybe Easthies was such a light sleeper he required a silencing spell.
Regardless, the prospect of Easthies’s moans being heard by others was enough to push Qifrey to torment him.
Easthies was attempting to speak in broken sentences, each interrupted by another wave of pleasure. He became entirely silent as he came again. Qifrey removed his fingers, noting that he used too much lubricant when it dripped down his fingers.
“Look at you,” he crooned. “Two orgasms, and I’ve barely done anything to you.”
Easthies didn’t respond, face and body flushed red. He was panting, eyes closed as he propped himself up on his elbows again. Qifrey grabbed his chin, watching Easthies open his eyes halfway to look up at him.
“You are aware we aren’t close to done yet, yes?” Qifrey leaned in close, pressing a kiss to the corner of Easthies’s mouth. “I’m having great fun, but you cannot get pregnant from any of this.”
Easthies attempted to follow Qifrey, but he was already pulling away, leaving him leaning into nothing.
Qifrey undid the leg straps of his shirt as he watched Easthies lay on the bed in a pleased haze. Off came his pants, kicked to lie next to his boots. Finally, his shirt came off, tossed in the general vicinity of his other clothes.
Easthies had an arm covering his eyes when Qifrey returned to bed. He moved his arm up to rest on his forehead when he felt Qifrey settle between his thighs again, giving a tired hum. Qifrey hummed in return, using the same lubricant from before to slick his prick up now. He noted the way Easthies’s eyes focused on the action, the way he bit his lip.
He was so entertaining when he was a mess.
Easthies needed no direction when Qifrey returned his full attention to him. He lifted his thigh, allowing Qifrey to grab it and adjust it so that it hooked around Qifrey’s waist. Qifrey debated on continuing to be kind, on letting Easthies get adjusted to him.
Just a bit longer.
Easthies became much more generous with his moans.
There was no need to worry that the other would continue to be reluctant to be noisy the moment Qifrey carefully thrusted into him. Easthies had gasped, overwhelmed and overly sensitive. Qifrey didn’t need to pause to let him get readjusted, either, Easthies tilting his head back the further Qifrey pushed into him. He bit his lip when there was even a hint of pain, electing to allow the other to bury himself to the hilt.
“Stars…” Qifrey had cursed, hands running along Easthies’s body.
The gown fell away completely, giving Qifrey uninterrupted access. He focused on Easthies’s stomach, immediately thinking of how sexy it would be for Easthies to carry his child. To grow the result of this very night.
It was torture to keep his inital thrusts shallow. His hands gentle.
It was worth it, of course, to see Easthies quickly become desperate for his touch. It was a beautiful sight, seeing Easthies flushed red and moaning.
“Harder..”
The soft plea had almost been drowned out. Qifrey stilled his thrusts, looking down at Easthies.
“Hm?”
“Harder… please..” Easthies met his gaze, a glint of clarity in his eyes. “I want you to go harder… stop treating me like I am glass…”
Qifrey squeezed Easthies’s thigh, subtly licking his lips.
“If you so insist.”
-
Qifrey was masochistic.
He was cruel and brutal.
When Easthies had begged him to go harder, he had thrown himself into the request with great pleasure. His thrusts became rough and deep, hands tight on Easthies’s thigh to keep him in place. His bites, which had been restrained to that of brief nips, were now akin to the one that Easthies had scolded him for earlier.
He manhandled Easthies onto his stomach so that he could thrust deeper, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand. He used the other hand to carefully gather up every strand of Easthies’s black hair. Once he was certain he did, he pulled at the exact moment he thrusted. Easthies nearly screamed.
He wasn’t given a break from the pleasure, either, as Qifrey increased his pace after receiving such a favorable reaction to the hair-pulling.
“Are you going to behave?” Qifrey cooed, releasing Easthies’s hands as he nuzzled against the nape of his neck.
“Yes,” Easthies whined, only able to focus on the feeling of how full he was.
Qifrey’s grip on his hair tightened, pulling lightly. Easthies tilted his head back with it, trying to focus. Qifrey’s voice was right against his head, his free hand stroking him as he spoke.
“Remind me,” He squeezed. Easthies got goosebumps. “What are we trying to do tonight?”
“Trying to do..?”
He worked through the haze in his head, not helped in the least when Qifrey snapped his hips and lost all progress.
“Trying to…” That didn’t seem right. Trying. “We… are…”
Qifrey kissed down his neck, pressing Easthies against him.
“We’re what?”
His hand moved away, tracing along the curves of Easthies’s body before it came to rest on his stomach.
Oh, right.
“You… are trying… to get me pregnant…” his words tumbled together, finally recollecting the conversation they’d had.
“Trying?” Qifrey pulled on his hair again, making him gasp.
“You are,” Easthies quickly corrected, followed by a soft curse. “Tonight..”
“Yes, yes I am.”
His hand pressed against Easthies’s stomach, a feeling of warmth soon following. Qifrey stopped, still pressed against Easthies’s back as he basked in his own orgasm. He could feel Easthies, warm and trembling.
He made it so difficult to not want to fuck him.
It was better to be safe than sorry, right? Surely only once wouldn’t be nearly enough to ensure that Easthies would get pregnant.
All lies, all justifications as to why Qifrey should find another position to fuck Easthies in, especially when he saw the way the other looked at him from his position. Even now, the look in his eyes had a glare to it.
Maybe Qifrey preferred it this way. Easthies would never know.
By this point, Easthies had cum multiple times. He struggled to know, given Qifrey’s unrelenting barrage of pleasure. He was finding all the ways to make him moan and scream, then turning around and using those methods to keep him too horny to think.
“How many?” Qifrey questioned abruptly.
He was actively using Easthies’s flexibility against him when he’d asked. Easthies’s legs were up on Qifrey’s shoulders, his knees to his chest. The latter part was an annoyance, he could tell. Qifrey had spent a good amount of time whispering about the notion of feeding their child with said chest whilst fondling and biting nipples. Having Easthies’s legs in the way meant that he couldn’t do that, for which Easthies was certain the other would compensate for later.
‘How many?’
He didn’t want to think about numbers. Not when Qifrey was staring him in the face and going back to that godforsaken slow pace. What kind of answer could he give that would answer Qifrey’s question without actually requiring Easthies to think of an answer?
“.. as many as you want..?”
Qifrey snapped his hips, burying himself as deep into Easthies as he could.
“That’s not an answer,” He panted, watching Easthies’s face as it twisted in pleasure.
“I thought…” Eashies attempted to answer, but he couldn’t even finish his sentence.
“It’s an answer,” Qifrey admitted. “But not in the way you said it.”
He was so close, on the verge of cumming once more. But he wanted to hear Easthies’s answer, even if he wasn’t aware of what the answer was even to in his current state. Easthies stared at Qifrey, first questioningly, then relaxing to that of blatant horniness. He wasn’t even able to be embarrassed about their positions anymore.
“As many as you want,” he repeated, much more sure of himself this time. “So long as you do that again…”
Qifrey cursed.
Easthies really was too attractive, saying such things. It should be illegal for him to say that when he had been reduced to nothing more than a cockslut.
“If that’s what you wish,” Qifrey began.
“Yes, Qifrey,” Easthies interrupted, irritation growing at the sheer amount of edging that Qifrey had put him through leading up to this moment. “Can you please-”
Qifrey snickered.
“Apologies.”
He couldn’t decline him when he was begging him so nicely.
-
Qifrey checked the time.
Well past dawn by this point, he noted.
He swept his gaze over the room; he was genuinely surprised to see just how little Easthies appeared to care about his private dwellings. He supposed he made that assumption due to how Easthies looked when he was put-together - crisp, clean.
Qifrey had always wanted to make a mess of the man when he was like that.
His gaze settled on the sleeping form beside him.
Qifrey could admit he’d been cruel. That he had worked Easthies to the point of exhaustion, had made him beg himself hoarse that he wanted a child. Wanted as many as Qifrey desired. He was sleeping peacefully now, yes, laying on his side and facing the wall.
The witch couldn’t help himself when he made the marks he did. His hand traced over a few of the scratches he’d left on Easthies’s hips, still a deep red. His hand slid over to Easthies’s stomach.
Maybe it was his pride speaking, or maybe it was more for Easthies’s sake than Qifrey’s, but he hoped the other was pregnant by now. That in the coming months, he would grow large with life, with Qifrey’s children.
If he wasn’t, if Qifrey had failed, then he would have to come back again, then again. He would continue to do so until his wish was fulfilled. It wasn’t like Easthies had much else to do, now did he?
Could he explain this intense desire to have Easthies of all people? No, he could not.
He leaned down, kissing the back of Easthies’s neck. Easthies shifted in his sleep, shivering. It seemed that he was still sensitive.
“Rest well. You’re going to need it.”