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Beldaruit,
As requested, I am writing to provide an update on my atelier. I find it quite interesting that I am the only master of young witches required to submit these monthly updates with immediate haste upon receipt of a letter. I cannot help but wonder if this is because of my apprenticeship with you, though that is long over, or because of my newest student. Regardless of your reasons, I must remind you that I find it highly intrusive and disrespectful of my Watchful Eye-
“Olly, dearest, you must stay still while I write,” Qifrey said, and tightened his one arm hold he had around Olruggio’s bare back. “I do not wish to smear the ink.”
Satisfied that Olruggio had heard him, Qifrey dipped the pen back into the ink and began writing once again.
-Olruggio, who, if you recall, is a highly skilled witch quite capable of reporting anything suspicious if he should see it. I feel, by this request, though it feels more like a requirement of me keeping my atelier at peace, that you are showing your lack of faith in Olruggio, which I take great offense…..
Olruggio’s hips twitched when he drew a sharp inhale of breath, and the end of his ‘e’ shot upwards. Simply an accident, Qifrey thought, and he hummed a soothing tune, as one would for a startled liongoat. Deep whimpers answered him, ones that started in the pit of Olruggio’s belly and left him tinged with desperation and the desire to obey.
“Shh, you are doing wonderfully.” Qifrey placed a soft kiss against the shell of Olruggio’s ear, smiling at how it slightly pointed as though he was something otherworldly. “You are being so still for me. So good.”
I digress and shall give you the update that you requested. My students are doing well, all four of them. Since completing the second test, they are all putting in extra effort to prepare for the Silver Eve festival. I shall not go into great detail with you about their education here, though I know it would delight you. I must stress how very personal each of their individual learning experiences are to them. It is simply not my place to share their experiences without their permission. As the Wise in Teaching, I would hope you would understand and accept this answer.
“Qifrey.” Olruggio’s voice shook, broken and needy. “Darlin’, ah, ah, I-I-I can’t...I need…”
Qifrey set the pen to the side of the letter so he could properly cradle Olruggio, and just for good measure, shift his hips just enough to offer his dearest friend a promise of relief. Olruggio cried out, throwing his head back to reveal the beautiful bruises of their kissing that had been so rudely interrupted by Beldaruit’s unexpected letter. Qifrey grinned at the knowledge that he bore similar marks on his own neck.
“Is this too much?” Qifrey asked softly. “You must tell me if you need a break.”
Olruggio tilted his head forward and looked at him through heavily lidded eyes, dark with the shadow of pleasure. Sweat fell from his brow, and his thick, hair-covered thighs shook, his toes barely touching the rug from where they dangled.
“No,” Olruggio moaned, and squeezed the tight muscles cradling Qifrey’s cock, clenching his cunt as a reminder that he was still in control of his thoughts. “You have business that needs attendin’. I can hold you until it's finished.”
Qifrey rocked his hips once more, his own eye fluttering with the warmth of Olruggio’s cunt around him. Olruggio gasped at the sudden thrust, the first real spark of movement Qifrey had done since he led Olruggio to his writing desk and set him down in his lap so Qifrey’s cock could be nestled into his body as he got his letter writing over with.
“I know you can,” Qifrey whispered and brought his hand up to pet Olruggio’s hair. “You are such a good lad. So patient, so useful.”
Olruggio groaned and met Qifrey’s gaze with his own. “Am I?”
“Yes, and don’t you ever doubt it.” Qifrey sank his fingers into Olruggio’s locks, then grabbing a fistful, pulled him back down so his face rested against Qifrey’s shoulder. “Now continue to be useful to me and remain perfectly still so I can finish my work.”
The words, though their intention felt sharp, were a balm against Olruggio’s body. Qifrey felt Olruggio shiver and heard the small ‘thank you, love,’ as Olruggio settled himself. With a happy hum, Qifrey picked back up his pen and, looking over Olly’s shoulder, continued writing.
In regard to the atelier, Olruggio continues to remain incredibly helpful with all things needing assistance, such as household expenses and chores. He is a great help with cooking, cleaning, and all manner of outdoor chores. Though he is not a master and would never claim to be, his interactions with my students bring them an additional source of magic practice.
Olruggio’s whines grew higher-pitched as his cunt clenched around Qifrey’s cock, and it took all of Qifrey’s self-control not to throw the pen to the side, grab Olruggio’s hips, and fuck him until they were both spending. He so dearly wished to throw him onto his bed and take Olruggio’s cock in his mouth, playing with the metal bar that pierced it with his tongue, sucking and licking it as he fucked Olruggio’s cunt with his fingers, letting his shirt be soaked from Olruggio. He wanted to hit just the right spot inside of Olruggio, the one where if he stroked it enough, and sucked his cock in just the right way, he could make Olruggio spend into his welcoming mouth.
“I can feel ya growin’ harder,” Olruggio quietly sobbed as he tightly wrapped his arms around Qifrey’s neck. “Fillin’ me so much. Goodness, Qifrey, yer prick…tis somethin’ beautiful.”
Qifrey knew he could walk this world for years and never find anyone whose sweet words could fill him with such joy as Olruggio's. His soft words of praise didn’t make Qifrey’s skin feel too tight or his jaw clench. Olruggio’s words, often blissful stuttering as Qifrey fucked him, felt far too true for Qifrey to try to tear holes into.
For all the darkness in the world, Olruggio’s sincerity would always be more than enough for Qifrey.
“I am almost finished,” Qifrey said against Olruggio’s ear. “Can you hold on just for a few more moments? Not with a head nod, Olly dearest, tell me what you need.”
Olruggio muttered,“I can hold on.”
“Good lad.” Qifrey awarded him with a kiss against his temple. “I know you can.”
Qifrey knew that Beldaruit preferred long letters with as many details as Qifrey was willing to offer, but Olruggio's soft whimpers and desperate breaths reminded Qifrey that if Beldaruit wanted more information, he could always send another letter.
In conclusion, we are all doing well. If you require anything else, I am your faithful student, though please do not expect an immediate answer for I am very busy caring for the education of my students and the needs of my Watchful Eye.
“That’s quite enough of that,” Qifrey said as he threw his pen to the side and grabbed a fistful of Olruggio’s hair to pull him away from his shoulder. “Your assistance has been most appreciated, and in return, I am available for your use.” Qifrey let go of Olruggio’s hair and held both hands, palms open out to the side. “However you want me.”
Olruggio’s softness, his obedience, broke. He laced his fingers against Qifrey’s, raised their joined hands in the air above Qifrey’s head, and then leaned forward. Olruggio pressed his forehead against Qifrey’s and, in a low voice, made his needs known.
“Don’t you move,” Olruggio ordered, his voice laced with desire. “My turn, love, and don’t you move until I’m finished. Ya hear me?” Qifrey nodded, and Olruggio chuckled. “Not with a head nod.”
“Yes, use me as you please,” Qifrey begged, feeling the desperation and the warm wetness of Olruggio’s tight cunt. “My cock is yours, Olly.”
“Aye, don’t I know it.” With that, Olruggio pressed his lips hard against Qifrey’s, and they fell into uncoordinated kisses.
Olruggio’s tongue fought for entrance to his mouth, and once gained, he swallowed Qifrey’s gasps and sighs. Olruggio’s hips rocked with such fierceness that Qifrey worried they would break the chair with their fucking. Qifrey’s arms began to burn from the awkward angle Olruggio held him, but he wouldn’t dare complain.
Olruggio broke the kiss to murmur soft nothing against Olruggio’s lips. Sugar-laced words of praise, small ‘good lad, my very good Qifrey,’ and ‘so hard for your Olly,’ and other nonsense that Qifrey had to fight from coming before Olruggio had. It was a difficult task, for Olruggio’s body was impossibly warm and tight against him.
Qifrey closed his eyes, knowing if he continued to stare at Olruggio, he would be done for. He wished he could stroke Olruggio’s cock, to bring him just enough assistance to pull him over. He wanted to hear how Olruggio’s voice broke when he came.
“I'm already close,” Olruggio grunted and moved from rocking against Qifrey’s hips to grinding against him. Then, perhaps thinking on it, let go of Qifrey’s hands to grip onto Qifrey’s shoulders. “I give you permission to join me.”
The warmth of being allowed to take what he needed drove him to grab onto Olruggio’s hips and thrust up into him. They met in a kiss again, deep and rough, and then Olruggio’s thighs were tensing as his cunt clenched down hard around him. Olruggio cried into the kiss, his breath quickened, and he tightened his hold.
“My good lad, my Olly,” Qifrey gasped as he continued to thrust up into him.
After a moment, Olruggio loosened his hold and pushed himself up to stare down at Qifrey. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes wet, and he gave Qifrey a wide, happy grin.
The joy in Olruggio’s expression was just what Qifrey needed for his own release to spark in him. He grabbed tightly to Olruggio’s hips and controlled how they rocked, moving them at just the speed he needed to push himself to the pleasure he needed. The tension in his stomach twisted as he came deep into Olruggio, his thrusting becoming a few short bursts before he pulled Olruggio tightly to his chest.
He needed to hold Olruggio, even if only for a moment, just enough to recenter himself and remember he was safe, that Olly was here, and that all was well.
“That was wonderful,” Olruggio sighed.
Qifrey agreed and kissed the tip of Olruggio’s nose. “Yes, yes, it was.”
“Should you be sendin’ the letter?”
Although he wanted to remain where they were, he figured it would be for the best. Olruggio stood up, grabbing his discarded shirt to wipe the spend running down his thigh as Qifrey stuffed himself back into his robes, telling himself that after the letter was sent off, they would take a bath together, and if he was very lucky, he could find himself useful to Olruggio once more.