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21st April, 2026
9:35am
Knock knock!
Emmrich looks up from his book, puzzled. He wasn't expecting anyone to visit today, let alone expect anyone to knock at his door.
Manfred was already up, pawing at the door with a loud meow. It was as if the feline knew who it was before he did.
Making sure to mark his page, the Professor set his book down on the coffee table and rose from the couch. He swiftly makes his way over and unlocks the door.
He wasn't expecting the door to fling open and a hand to push him back into his home.
Manfred rushes off at the sudden movement, darting into a nearby cat tunnel, choosing to remain there for a while.
The door slams closed and the next thing Emmrich knows, Arendil is before him and pulling him into a deep, heated kiss.
"Mph! Mmm!" Emmrich tries to speak, but the kiss was too good to not fall into. His hands automatically reach out, finding their place on the baker's hips. He feels the soft material of the other man's coat, the fabric warm from the sun.
Or was that heat coming from them both?
Air rushes into his lungs as Arendil pulls away, and he finally gets a look at the sweet baker's face.
Oh, sweet Maker…
Arendil's stunning eyes were swarmed with lust. His golden skin was red with desire, his hands were trembling with restraint and all he was looking at…
Was him.
"Arendil-" Is that his voice? When did he start trembling? Why did he sound so…dazed?
Arendil simply leans in to kiss him again, this one shorter but just as deep. "I have been discharged." He whispers against his lips, a purr running in his tone. "So, I came here to finally make up for all the weeks we haven't been able to touch each other."
Emmrich huffs out a laugh, his heart racing at the implications behind the baker's words. "W-While I am very happy for the good news, my darling, but-"
"Do you want this, Emmrich?"
The words make him pause. He wasn't like this. They agreed to take it slow, they wanted to take it slow…
But the last few weeks have been hard. From Arendil's recovery, to his constant worry about their relationship, he has struggled.
He had almost lost the man he has come to love-
Love?
Maker, it was love, wasn't it?
Emmrich keeps that sudden thought to himself. Instead, he leans in and kisses the baker with as much passion as he could muster. He pulls away to breathe, keeping their lips close as he speaks. "Arendil, I want nothing more than to embrace the idea of passion with you, but are you sure? We have only been a couple for a couple of months, I don't want to-"
Arendil moves then, leaning in to press his lips against Emmrich's neck, suckling on the pale, spotless skin. He smirks at the Professor's sudden moan, tightening his grip on his boyfriend's shirt. "Emmrich, just fuck me already. I'm tired of waiting. I know we said we'd take it slow, but maker, after having you care for me this whole time, I regret making that choice. I need you. I want you, so badly."
The Professor lets out a shaky sigh, making a final decision.
"Let me take you to bed, Arendil."
Arendil finally pulls himself out of Emmrich's neck, a victorious grin on his lips.
"Fucking finally."
—
9:42am
"Ah, ah! Fuck!"
Emmrich cannot help himself. He watches every single one of Arendil's movements, every twitch and shiver, every arch and squirm. Never, not a single time, does he look away from the beautiful mess currently before him.
Arendil's head was pressed deep into the pillow, eyes closed with pleasure and beautiful moans leaving his lips. His golden skin glows in the sunlight seeping through the windows, flushed and shimmering.
The Professor hums, running his tongue over the dripping tip that was constantly spilling onto his tongue. He relishes in the cry that leaves his lover's lips, increasing his actions. A swipe of the tongue, a hollow of his cheeks, a flick over the throbbing veins.
Arendil's cock was happily weeping into his throat, and he loves it.
A hand cups the back of his head, urging him to continue. Arendil's body was convulsing violently, an orgasm clearly bubbling up to the surface.
"E-Emmrich! I-I'm gonna-!"
Emmrich pulls off, gasping as he takes in as much air as possible. He rubs his thumb over the tip, chuckling at Arendil's responding whine. "Cum in my mouth, darling. Then, I'll prepare you."
He takes Arendil back into his mouth.
"Emmrich! Fuck!" Arendil tangles his hand into Emmrich's hair and holds him still as his orgasm crashes into him. Wave after wave of pleasure courses through him, his mind spinning and lungs begging for air. His cock pumps ropes of cum into his lover's mouth, and he cannot help the shivers as he hears Emmrich swallow everything he gives him.
When the pleasure dims down, Arendil lifts himself up with his elbows. He looks wrecked, eyes wild and hair tangled from where he had buried it within the pillows. He watches as his lover pulls off of his cock, giving one last lick to the tip before giving him a warm smile.
"How was that, my dear?"
Arendil chuckles, reaching down to cup Emmrich's cheek. "Best blowjob I've ever had in my life. And I've had a few."
Emmrich's eyes darken with jealousy for a moment, before retuning to their doting shine. "You flatter me, darling. Now, do you want a small break, or shall I prepare you now?"
Maker…
"How will you prepare me? I don't see any lube nearby?" The baker questions, quickly glancing over to the bedside tables and seeing nothing that could symbolise lubricant.
"Will my tongue satisfy you, my darling?"
Holy sweet Maker!
Arendil quickly falls back into the pillows, feeling like his whole body was not his own. "Fuck…yes. Please, please, Emmrich. I-I need it, I-I need you. Please!"
The begs make Emmrich groan, his hands reaching up to pry Arendil's legs apart. He settles himself down, leaning in to cast his breath over his lover's quivering ring of muscle. "Oh, look at you, my darling. You're desperate, aren't you?" A hand tangles into his hair and that was answer enough. "Very well. Let me open you up, dearest."
Arendil arches with a loud gasp as his insides were spread open by Emmrich's tongue, the pleasure instant and sharp. "Ah, ah! Oh fuck! Emmrich!"
"Mmm…" Emmrich hums, thrusting his tongue as deep as he could go, curling upwards to strike Arendil's prostate. It earns him a cry and tug on his hair, which he takes as positive reinforcements. He keeps going, flicking his tongue against that spot over and over, whilst opening his lover up.
"Ah, hah! Fuck! I-I'm going t-to c-cum again!" Arendil gasps out, his eyes widening in disbelief as the sensation of his climax creeps up on him again. Never before has he cum twice in such a short period of time. Did he even go soft?
No, he didn't.
Holy shit, he never went soft!
With one more flick of his tongue, Emmrich pulls away, chuckling at the whine his actions receive. "Easy, darling. I don't want you to cum yet, not when I'm not inside you."
"Fuck. E-Emmrich, please, get inside me." Arendil begs, reaching down for the other man. "Please fuck me."
Emmrich settles himself above the baker, leaning in to press a deep kiss to his lover's lips. "Tell me one thing, my darling, are you clean?"
Arendil nods, reaching up to wrap his limbs around the Professor, pulling him closer. "They tested me in the hospital." He admits, nuzzling their noses together. "And you?"
"I get tested every month, I'm clean too." Emmrich presses gentle kisses over the baker's cheeks, sighing happily. "Do you want to take this step, Arendil? Is this truly what you desire?"
The sweet, kind, selfless baker looks directly into the Professor's eyes with pure honesty and desire. "Emmrich, fuck me. Fuck me, cum inside me. Claim me. Claim me as yours, and yours only."
That's it.
It's over.
He is officially done.
No one else matters.
His heart will no longer beat for anyone else.
Arendil is his.
All his.
There was no more hesitation.
"Ah! Fuck! Fuck!" Arendil arches, tilting his head back as his wish is granted. The pleasure was instant, knocking the air out of his lungs and sending his mind spiralling. Emmrich felt so fucking good. He was long and slim, he hit all the right spots whilst making the baker feel nothing but pure bliss.
Emmrich fared no better. The heat was mind-numbing, the tightness enough to send him over the edge instantly. He held on of course, but the feeling of finally being encased inside the man he has come to love knocks all sense out of him. He leans into the crook of Arendil's neck when he is fully inside, gasping for air as he tries his hardest not to cum instantly. "A-Arendil…Maker, you feel divine." He lifts himself up after a moment, looking into his lover's dazed eyes. "Tell me when to move, dearest. I'll wait for your signal."
Arendil gives it to him, rocking his hips up with a loud moan. "Don't hold back, Emmrich. Please, I-I've waited two months f-for this. Two months aching for you, desiring you. I-I want you, more than anything in this world. Please-Ahhh!" His speech is cut short by Emmrich's sudden thrust, making his whole body rock into the mattress. "Yes! Please! D-Don't stop!"
Emmrich doesn't.
Over and over, in and out.
The bed creaks, the headboard rattles against the wall.
Skin on skin echoes through the room, and for once, Emmrich is thankful to not have any neighbours on the other side of his walls.
The Professor leans in, suckling on Arendil's golden skin as he leaves mark after mark, staking his claim on his baker. "Mine. You are mine, Arendil." How he is able to speak clearly with the speed of his thrusts? He has no idea, but he will take every small victory. "You belong to me. You have my whole body, my heart, my soul."
"Emmrich! Fuck! Hah, fuck! M-Maker, yes! K-Keep talking!" Arendil begs through his moans, clenching his eyes shut as the pleasure only grows and grows. "Yours! I-I'm all yours! Fuck!"
"Yes, yes you are." Emmrich pants, pressing a gentle kiss to Arendil's lips. "And I am yours. I am yours in every possible way."
Arendil pulls Emmrich closer, muffling his moans into his shoulder. His body trembles, not just from the pleasure, but the sheer love he feels for the man currently turning his mind to mush. How can someone he met only four months ago become the one that sees him, for him? How can Emmrich go from a new friend to the one he dares to dream a future with?
How…?
Did it even matter?
No, no it didn't.
Not when Emmrich has made his whole life better.
"E-Emmrich! Hah, I-I'm gonna c-cum!" Arendil tries to warn, but the pleasure only drown his words in more sounds of pleasure. He tightens his hold on Emmrich, his heart hammering as his lover's body rocks with his.
Over.
And over.
And over.
Until, finally…
"EMMRICH!"
Arendil cums. He arches, dragging his nails down his lover's back as he loses himself into the pleasure. Cum paints a trail up his chest, coating him in the blissful remanent of the best day of his life. "E…Emmrich…"
The Professor sinks into Arendil's hold, muffling his loud cry as, he too, reaches his blissful end. He stills his hips, allowing his orgasm to flow through him. Rope by rope, he claims the deepest parts of his lover, painting him white with his pleasure.
Time passes slowly, as they finally slump into the sheets. They refuse to loosen their hold on each other, willing to remain that way for as long as possible.
Eventually, Emmrich does move, pulling himself out of Arendil as carefully as he can before rising from the bed to get something to clean themselves up with.
Arendil simply falls asleep, smiling.
—
13:23pm
"You're so beautiful…" Emmrich whispers as Arendil peacefully sleeps in his arms. His hazel eyes trace over every freckle on his lover's face, determined to find as many constellations as he can on the golden, spotless skin. "You are beyond ethereal, my heart."
Arendil simply cuddles closer to him, sighing in content at the warm embrace he is currently in. He has woken up once already, but being held like this only made him drop off once again.
Now, Emmrich was using the opportunity to whisper everything he cannot bring himself to say to the other man.
Not yet.
"You're perfect."
"You're everything."
"You're so sweet."
"You're a dream come true."
Emmrich nuzzles the baker's cheek as he whispers one last truth before he falls into sleep's embrace.
"I love you, Arendil Aldwir."