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Solomon went through the spell one more time. “So, does that make sense? Binding spells come in handy when you’re in a pinch.”
Your brows were furrowed in concentration as you looked over the spell once more. While your focus was elsewhere, Solomon took the rare opportunity to just look at you; your cute pout as you read, how you fiddled with the edge of the page you were about to turn, all your little mannerisms. He wanted to observe every single one, but he never got to spend time with just you; someone else was always around. It was a miracle he’d gotten you all to himself today.
He was snapped out of his daze when you suddenly looked up at him, smiling brightly. “I think I got this!”
Chuckling at your enthusiasm, he sat down in the chair you were going to practice binding him to. “I expect nothing less from my star pupil.” Your giggle made his heart thump.
You raised your hands and chanted the first incantation. Solomon felt the invisible ropes wrap around where his wrists rested on the armrests, the restraints tight but not enough to hurt. It actually felt kind of… nice?
While confused by the sensations the invisible cording was stirring within him, you were already saying the incantation to bind his legs. The tightening around his ankles brought his focus back to you, and… oh. Oh no. He’s into this. He did not know he was into this.
Solomon’s pulse was thrumming in his veins as you said the final spell, binding his torso to the back on the seat, the invisible rope pressing tight against his nipples. He was trying incredibly hard to not think about how he was completely at your mercy or else he’d become incredibly hard. He was already hoping you wouldn't notice the front of his pants beginning to tighten.
Your excited cheer and happy dance at casting each spell successfully really weren’t helping his current predicament. He had to look away from you, turning his head and closing his eyes. Solomon didn’t know what to do. His face was flaming, he was hardening in his pants, and he couldn’t do a single thing about it.
“Solomon?” There was concern in your voice. “Are you okay?” He looked back to you, planning to play it cool, but when he did, you were right there standing over him. Your concern was also written on your face as you leaned down, coming face to face with him. “Did I make them too tight? You’re red.”
He shook his head. “No, I um-“ Thousands of years old and he couldn’t come up with a simple fib to keep the person of his affection from finding out they were really turning him on? He sighed. “They’re great. You did swimmingly.”
You were still too close. “Then what’s wrong?”
“N-nothing.” Great, now he was stuttering like a kid talking to their first crush.
Your brows did that cute little furrow again. “No, there’s something wrong. You’re not acting like yourself.”
Solomon chuckled nervously. “Really, I’m fine. Can you-?” Without thinking, he gestured down towards where he was restrained, your eyes following the motion. Much to his own horror, Solomon remembered a second too late what else he was gesturing to.
Your eyes went wide, flitting back up to his then down again. “Okay.” You dropped to your knees in front of him reaching for the button on his pants.
“Oh, Lord, no! That’s not what I meant!” He was utterly mortified. He’d completely understand if you never wanted him to teach you magic again.
You looked up from between his legs. Was that hurt in your eyes? “You mean you don’t want me to?”
Solomon was gobsmacked. “Do you want to?”
“Yeah, I do.” Your gaze was strong on his.
He shook his head. “I don’t want you to think you have to do this because of some power imbalance of me being your teacher.”
You laughed. “Solomon, power imbalance? Who’s the one tied up here?” He didn’t laugh, completely serious. “No, really Sol, I’d be doing this because I want to. Soooo…”
The devilish smirk that spread across your face when he gave you the go ahead with a nod could rival any succubus. You made quick work of his pants, pushing them down far enough to free him. Cooing, you lightly ran a finger from the base of his cock to his tip. “Oh, you’re lovely.”
Solomon groaned at the desire in your voice. This was something he’d dreamed about so many times but never thought possible. He felt like he was in a daze. “Is this really happening?”
He jumped when you lightly pinched the meat of his thigh, chuckling. “Yes, this is really happening. Why would you think it’s not?”
Embarrassment flooded him once again. He hadn’t meant to voice the question. “Ah, I just never thought you’d be interested.”
You cocked your head in confusion. “How could I not be?”
“I-“ He was at a loss for words.
“Sol, do you not know how great I think you are?” He looked down at you slack-jawed as you took him in your hand and began to stroke him. “Ever since I got to Devildom, you’ve been looking out for me. Even in the beginning, when we weren’t that close, I could tell you were keeping an eye on me. I’ve always appreciated that.” You continued to praise him, telling him all the things you thought were great about him.
He could come like that; he really could. Watching your hand wrapped around his cock as you showered him with words he’d always wanted to hear from you. It was the most pleasurable experience he’d had in a very long time. At least that was the case until your warm wet mouth enveloped him. Solomon had to clench his eyes tight to keep from immediately coming in your mouth.
Your tongue lavished the underside of his cock as you bobbed your head. He was doing his best to hold back, but he wasn’t going to last long as you picked up the pace of your movements, cheeks hollowing. His hands flexed against the arms of the chair. He wanted to bury his hands in your hair so badly; he bet it was so much softer in person than in his imagination. Everything about you was better in reality.
Solomon groaned when you brought a hand up to cup his balls, unable to hold back any longer. “I’m gonna-“ You took a deep breath before sliding the entirety of his length into your mouth, lips meeting the base of his dick, making him come down your throat.
You popped off him, giving him a smile as you wiped a bit of cum that’d dribbled out of your mouth from your lip. “So?”
“Wow.” It was all he could think to say.
Standing, you laughed and quickly undid the magical bindings with a spell. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” You went to walk by him back to the spellbook, but he grabbed your hand, pulling you into his lap. “Sol? Wha-“
He cut you off with a kiss. You were ridged in surprise for a moment before melting into the kiss, readily opening your mouth in invitation. You were both panting when he pulled away. He was blushing as he held your gaze. “Do you want to go to dinner?”
You laughed before cupping his face and kissing him again. “I’d love to.”