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“Look at you… You needed this badly, didn’t you?” Olruggio murmurs, biting his lip as the pleasure burning low in his gut threatens to overcome him.
Qifrey looks up at him through the sweat mussed fringe of his hair and the haziness in his eye tells Olruggio all he needs to know. He threads his fingers through Qifrey’s bangs and combs them back from his face to get a better look, pleased by the sheen of sticky wetness smeared across his cheeks and around his mouth.
“Such a messy boy. You’re doing so good, pet.”
Qifrey blossoms under the praise, leaning into his touch with a little noise that tells Olruggio he’s ready for more. He leans back in his desk chair and considers him, stroking his fingers through Qifrey’s soft, sweat soaked hair. The tension between his brows has faded away, leaving just a comfortable, easy blankness.
He knows he can always come to Olruggio when he needs to be handled.
Olruggio takes a moment to calm himself down as he admires Qifrey, from the rosy flush of his mouth, wet with slick, to the impossible, beautiful smoothness of his skin. He seems so much like a perfect, porcelain doll that Olruggio wonders sometimes, not unkindly, whether he’s even real and not just a figment of his imagination.
“Are you good for more, pet?” he asks in a low murmur, stroking his thumb across Qifrey’s brow.
The glasses aren’t perched on his nose but Olruggio avoids looking too long at the empty place where Qifrey’s right eye no longer exists. It isn’t that it makes him uncomfortable, but he knows it does make Qifrey uncomfortable to feel so exposed, and that’s the opposite of what Olruggio hopes to achieve with this. Maybe one day Qifrey will trust him enough to allow him to look, but for now he just smiles and allows Qifrey’s hair to cover most of the old injury.
“Olly… please,” Qifrey whispers, sounding shattered and breathless. “I need…”
Olruggio bites the inside of his cheek to school his expression, pinching Qifrey’s chin between his thumb and forefinger to tug his head up. The soft, desperate catch of air in Qifrey’s lungs goes straight to Olruggio’s core, filling him with fresh heat.
“You need what, pet? Use your words or else I can’t give you what you want.”
Qifrey keens, low and reedy in his chest, and Olruggio watches his shoulders flex against the ties binding his wrists at the small of his back. He won’t be able to escape them, though. Olruggio made sure to secure the knots with a little bit of magic. The only way Qifrey is getting out of those restraints is if he says his safe word or if Olruggio releases them.
“Please… Please, I need to be inside you.”
This time he doesn’t stop the pleased smile from spreading across his face. Olruggio trails his fingertips down Qifrey’s long, slender neck and brushes them over the simple, unadorned collar wrapped around it before taking the leash attached to it in hand. It’s the only thing Qifrey has on his body besides the wrist restraints, and the richness of the dark blue leather is beautiful against his pale skin.
Olruggio wraps the leash around his hand a few times and then uses it to tug Qifrey back between his spread thighs, pushing on the back of his head until he gets the memo and buries his face against his cunt once more.
“You’ll have to earn it if you want to fuck me, pet,” he croons sweetly, settling in to enjoy the warmth of Qifrey’s mouth.
His tongue licks expertly between Olruggio’s slick lips, lapping away the fresh wetness that had gathered there before stroking up towards his sensitive cock. Olruggio bites his lip and rests his free hand on the top of Qifrey’s head, scratching idly at his scalp as Qifrey surrounds his cock with his lips and sucks.
“Such a good boy. Make me come and I’ll give you what you need.”
The praise shudders through Qifrey’s body and when he flattens his tongue against Olruggio’s pussy and licks at him like he’s starved for it the pleasure is almost blinding. He’s been edging himself on Qifrey’s mouth for what feels like hours already, and the renewed vigor with which Qifrey devours him swiftly brings him back to the precipice he’d already been teetering on. Instead of pushing Qifrey away, this time he tightens his grip on the leash and pulls him in deeper, twisting his fingers into his hair as a long overdue orgasm finally seizes him with a final harsh, wet lick from Qifrey.
He grinds himself up into Qifrey’s mouth as he rides out his pleasure, chest heaving for breath and eyes squeezed shut tight. Qifrey sucks him off through his climax, lapping at his cock until Olruggio finally has to push him away to escape the first uncomfortable sparks of oversensitivity. He smiles down at Qifrey and strokes his cheek before leaning down to kiss him, liking the taste of himself on his lips.
“So good for me, pet, I’m so proud… Go kneel on the bed for me, okay?”
Qifrey immediately obeys, leaning on Olruggio’s leg for balance to haul himself to his feet. The leash trails behind him as he makes his way across the room and clambers onto the bed, his poor, neglected cock hanging heavy and red between his thighs. Olruggio takes a second to catch his breath and admires him, raking his eyes over the constellation of freckles on his shoulders and chest, the rosy pink nipples and nearly invisible trail of soft white hair beneath his belly button that leads down, down, down.
He’s kneeling the way Olruggio taught him, with his knees spread and ass resting on the bed between his ankles. The brush of the blankets against his aching cock must be torture but Qifrey is perfectly well behaved like this, waiting patiently with his gaze fixed on Olruggio in case he wants to give him another order.
Olruggio supposes he’s made him wait long enough. He stands on shaking legs and tries not to make a face at how sticky he feels, following Qifrey across the room to stand beside the bed. Qifrey immediately folds in towards him like a dying star collapsing in on itself, pressing his face into Olruggio’s belly with a needy little whine.
The tremor in his shoulders makes Olruggio feel a little guilty. He knows Qifrey doesn’t like being alone and not being touched for very long when he goes down this deep, but it’s hard not to want to sit and admire how beautiful he is.
“You were so patient for me…” he croons, using one of the neatly folded cloths he’d placed on the bedside table for this exact purpose to clean the worst of the mess from Qifrey’s face. “I’m going to give you what you need, I promise. Good boy, Qifrey.”
Qifrey preens beneath the praise, nuzzling his face into Olruggio’s chest hair. Olruggio reaches behind him and unties the restraints from his wrists, rubbing his hands up and down Qifrey’s arms to soothe away any lingering soreness from the awkward position.
“Lie on your back,” he orders, setting the leather strap aside and waiting for Qifrey to obey before sliding up to straddle his waist.
His cock lies heavy against his hip, thick and perfectly long to suit Olruggio’s needs. He strokes a single fingertip up the length of it, pleased by the strangled whimper that escapes Qifrey.
“I’m going to ride you and you’re going to be a good boy and take it. Can you do that for me?” Olruggio purrs sweetly.
He takes Qifrey’s hands and guides them up to grip at Olruggio’s waist, so he can feel the movements of his body as he fucks himself on his cock. Qifrey’s expression contorts into something desperate and aching, the brilliant blue of his iris nearly consumed by a blown wide pupil.
“Please. Please, I promise, I can be good, Olly.”
His voice is hoarse and reedy, and Olruggio can feel his fingers flex and dig into his sides as if it’s taking all of Qifrey’s self control to obey him. This is why Olruggio didn’t restrain him again– he wants to watch as Qifrey struggles and resists the urge to give into his baser instincts.
It’s all the encouragement he needs to hold Qifrey’s cock steady beneath him and finally sink down onto it. He watches as Qifrey tosses his head back in a silent little scream and he understands the feeling so well because the sensation of being filled is nearly overwhelming. They’ve done this a thousand times before of course, but it never stops feeling good.
The girth of Qifrey’s cock rubs at him in all the right places and Olruggio sighs comfortably, planting his hands on Qifrey’s chest to steady himself as he clenches himself around it.
“Shit… Such a good boy. You fill me up so good, you’re incredible,” he forces out, rocking his hips forward slightly just to make Qifrey gasp.
“Make me come first and I’ll let you come inside, my pet.”
Qifrey’s eye widens and the grip on Olruggio’s waist grows so tight that he knows there’ll be bruises there in the morning. It makes him grin and he cocks his head at Qifrey, leaning down until he can brush his lips against the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t forget to breathe.”
The pace he sets is brutal and punishing right out of the gate. Qifrey makes a choking sound and arches up from the bed, but he keeps his hands on Olruggio’s waist like he was ordered to so Olruggio doesn’t rebuke him for the movement. The intent is to make it difficult for Qifrey to obey, but Olruggio finds he’s the one struggling as Qifrey’s cock rubs deliciously against his inner walls.
When he clenches around him it elicits a gasp from both of them and Olruggio nearly falls forward into his chest. It’s been a while since they had the time and privacy to do this with Qifrey’s students keeping him busy all the time these days, and it leaves Olruggio feeling wired and over sensitive to every touch.
And Qifrey… Qifrey is an absolute vision to behold. Flush pink with arousal and streaked with sweat, he clings to Olruggio as best as he can while still following his instructions, and the intensity of his dark blue stare sends fresh arousal zinging through Olruggio’s body.
“Qifrey… Qifrey, fuck me,” he orders breathlessly, grunting when Qifrey immediately surges forward and pins Olruggio to the bed.
It causes him to slip out of Olruggio’s dripping cunt, but only for an instant before he’s thrusting back inside with a desperate little sigh. Olruggio crosses his ankles at the small of Qifrey’s back and eggs him on, shuddering as the new angle means Qifrey’s pubic bone is grinding up against his sensitive cock.
“Good boy. Fuck, Qifrey,” he growls, fingernails digging into pale, narrow shoulders. “Come inside me.”
Qifrey whimpers and buries his face in Olruggio’s chest, rubbing his cheek against the thick thatch of dark black hair like a needy puppy begging for attention. The sticky wet slap of his pelvis against Olruggio’s cunt sounds impossibly loud in the small, enclosed space of his bedroom.
Olruggio can feel the low thrum of pleasure starting to build in his gut and he groans softly, allowing his legs to fall open so Qifrey can press just that little bit deeper inside of him. He strokes his fingers through soft white hair and cants his hips up towards Qifrey, finding the edge of the collar around his throat and tracing it.
If someone were to remove Qifrey’s collar, they would find Olruggio’s name neatly etched on the inside. Less ostentatious than a tag, but a claim nevertheless. One that presses right into Qifrey’s skin every time Olruggio slips it around his delicate neck.
His orgasm is a slow burn, pulsing in the pit of his belly, and Olruggio fails to stifle his moan when he feels Qifrey’s hips stutter against his sensitive cunt. Qifrey collapses his full body weight on top of Olruggio with a soft whuff of air and they lie like that, twined in a pile of sweaty limbs.
Qifrey is quiet for a while. He usually is after sex, so Olruggio doesn’t push him for anything more just yet. He strokes his fingers up and down the length of Qifrey’s spine to give him something tangible to focus on and patiently waits, soaking in the warmth of Qifrey’s skin against his own and the comforting weight of his body.
Olruggio likes these simple, quiet moments the most, he thinks. For a little while they get to just exist and breathe one another in, and there are no brimhats threatening their lives and no students to look after. There’s just… Olruggio, and Qifrey, and the soft tickle of Qifrey’s hair against his cheek, and the gentle rise and fall of his back against Olruggio’s palm.
A nap is probably in order, but Olruggio wants to at least try to do something about the sticky wet mess between his thighs. He probably won’t be able to get Qifrey into the bath until he sleeps a little and honestly, Olruggio is too tired to draw one right now.
He taps Qifrey’s shoulder and Qifrey obediently, if a bit reluctantly, leans up to meet his gaze. The haziness is gone from his eye now but his eyelid is drooping, betraying how exhausted he is. Olruggio loops a finger through the front of the collar and tugs him in for a soft kiss, smiling faintly when Qifrey makes a content little noise in his throat.
Perfect.