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It had taken Qifrey a lot of convincing for him to finally share the twisted fantasies and desires he's been holding onto for who knows how long.
It had started with Qifrey giving Olruggio the cold shoulder. That was the first tell in his mental state, and his warm friend of over twenty years knew what that meant. Qifrey was holding something back from Olruggio.
Their sex life had dwindled, that bright and intense flame was reaching the end of the wick, flickering faintly and dimming. Olruggio made attempts to rekindle that flame, touching Qifrey in the sensitive spots he knew he liked. He tried gently speaking to Qifrey, casually slipping into reminiscing about a time when he got a leg cramp in the middle of riding his partner, how Olruggio laid him down to give him a rest, and pounded him into mattress. He still has the scratch marks Qifrey left on his shoulder blades.
But to no avail, Qifrey's ears would tinge red and he'd quickly change the subject. That flame turned small and weak.
Being just the two of them now, Olruggio felt like he was going to go mad if he didn't get to the bottom of that winding, intricate maze that was Qifrey's mind. He tended to reside to himself, Olruggio knows this. But after years of friendship, years of suffering at the hands of that accursed Silverwood, they'd finally rid of it! Qifrey was free, wasn't he?
Olruggio was lost in thought at his workstation when he realized those roots never released Qifrey the way he thought it would. Like a phantom limb, it still haunted Qifrey, its spindly branches still had their hold on his beloved. Olruggio tried to come up with idea of how to get him to open back up to him.
Qifrey is stubborn, Olruggio knows this better than anyone. He's still trying, sneaking up behind his lover and wrapping his arms around him. He kisses at Qifrey's neck, atop his braided turtleneck, up to the exposed nape, and then to the shell of his ear. He presses his front to Qifrey's backside, making his erection known to him. Qifrey's body relaxes for a moment— this is his chance.
"Been missing you, y'know? You never slip into bed next to me anymore…"
Olruggio's hands slip to his waist, feeling the fullness of his body. Qifrey's been slowly gaining weight, no longer does Olruggio feel each and every curve of Qifrey's ribs. His skin gives now, and just weeks prior, was letting Olruggio glide his lips across soft stretch marks that almost mimicked those binding roots.
Qifrey tenses then, body becoming firm and he slowly presses his elbow to Olruggio's ribs.
"My love, I'm sorry…not now. I…"
He sighs, kisses Qifrey's cheek and pulls away as he speaks, "I know. You don't have to give me a reason. Don't feel obligated to—"
"I don't. I know you would never force me…I just…" Qifrey turns around to face him, he's set down the half unpeeled fruit on the counter. "It has nothing to do with you, if that's what you're worried about."
Him? Why would Olruggio ever worry about himself? Sure, he may be slightly insecure, but he never felt like he had been the cause of Qifrey's standoffish behavior. He's known this man for decades now, when Qifrey gets in his head— he isolates.
"I know that," Olruggio states. Qifrey looks at him with parted lips and wide eyed.
"Huh?" He says in a small voice.
Olruggio steps back and leans on the kitchen island, he shrugs.
"I've known you long enough to know when yer keeping summat from me. It's fine for you to do that, I just wish you didn't push me away as a result."
Qifrey looks dejected, his lid half open as he looks down at his hand resting on the edge of the counter. He holds his other hand to his chest and squeezes the thin material of his shirt.
"I trust you'll tell me when yer ready to, though. I've waited so long to have you, I've got all the patience in the world for you, lovey."
He steps off the island and meets Qifrey a foot away to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. He pats his back as he always does and slips past. "Don't let yourself steep in misery, you've done plenty of that already."
Qifrey's quiet the rest of the day and Olruggio almost thinks he's made things worse. He scurries away whenever he steps into the room, saying something about how he forgot to go grab some component he left in his quarters. Only, Olruggio hears the bedroom door of his slam shut and lock tightly behind him.
Olruggio abandons the living area, back to his own workshop. Qifrey will come to him; he tries to convince himself of that as he attempts to keep his mind off it by working on his latest commission.
It's late into the night when there's a knock on his cracked open door. It squeaks as Qifrey peaks his head in.
"Olly?" He calls softly.
He perks up immediately, the lamp beside him flickers when he scoots his chair out and looks over the stout wall of his workstation. Below, Qifrey looks small, smaller than usual. He holds himself tightly, hand absentmindedly massaging the area where Olruggio knows is the scarred tissue of the Silverwood's doing. Qifrey mentioned before that it'll ache from time to time, especially in moments of distress.
"Love," Olruggio starts, groaning as he rises from his chair, "What are you—"
Qifrey's flying up with his sylph shoes, landing just inches away from Olruggio. He stumbles back, ass falling right back down into his chair with an oof. Qifrey shows concern first, reaching out for a moment before stifling his laugh.
"I'm so sorry…I didn't mean to—"
"It's alright, dearie." He rubs at the ache in his lower back. "You need summat?"
Qifrey nods, bringing his hands together at his middle and setting himself on the little cove across from his lovers workbench. He usually lounges, makes himself comfortable and tosses a leg over the other, but he sits still as a statue.
"I…I wanted to talk to you…about my…lack of showing intimacy with you."
Olruggio straightens himself in the chair and gives Qifrey a curious glance. He rests his arms on either rest of his chair, pen twirling between two fingers nervously. He folds a leg over the other and bounces his foot, swaying it side to side.
"I…I have certain… fantasies that I've been privy to with you…and I'm rather ashamed of them." His head drops then, he stares down at his lap as he plays with his pinkie finger. "They are…intense, and my fear of you thinking differently of me suffocated me like those blasted underwater halls."
Olruggio listens, between his lovers pauses, he gives Qifrey the chance to gather his thoughts. Like a flower bud, it waits for the gaze of the warm sun to open its petals and bloom to reveal the beauty it hides underneath.
"Having sex with you felt unworthy to me. Because how— how can I have the most kindest, most patient and loving life partner and wish for him to be…cruel to me?" Qifrey lifts his chin to look at Olruggio whose gaze does not waver.
They hold each others stare for seconds. Olruggio, being that warm ray of light, leans in with his elbows to his thighs.
"Qifrey, if we're talking about… things that get us going, you must know that we're much too old and have gone through too much to care about something as trivial as our kinks."
He reaches, firm, warm hand wraps around Qifrey's nimble wrist and he squeezes comfortingly. His palm slides down his sleeve and he finds that edge of his skin-tight fabric that dips into his palm. He hooks an index finger under Qifrey's sleeve while the remainder three fingers pet the inside of his palm. A glassy, pale blue eye lifts to meet his deep blues and Qifrey's lip trembles slightly.
"You are always so accepting of me. I just fear—" He lays his other hand over Olruggio's, fingers wrapping around calloused hands and follows the patterns of scarred tissue. "I fear you'll run for the hills if I tell you..."
"That ain't happenin' and you know it. I stayed by your side for too long to abandon you over a bloody kink of yours. They should have me hanged for such a ridiculous thing."
That makes Qifrey giggle, and his body seems to unwind as chuckles erupt from him. His thumb swipes Olruggio's hand and he stares down where they're connected.
"Promise me you won't judge me?"
"I never have."
Qifrey gives him a pointed look.
"…Not recently…I promise I won't judge." He places his other hand over Qifrey's and grips them harshly, a hard, determined stare in his eyes.
The way his eyes sparkle with truth remind Qifrey so much of when they were just young lads. Those times where Olruggio would give him that same exact stare, and in the same sentence as encouraging Qifrey, he'd insult him with some petty nickname. Snow-for-brains had always been his favorite.
He straightens his shoulders, takes a deep breath in and screws his eye shut.
"I'd like for you…to take advantage of me in—" He wets his lips, "In an inebriated state…"
There's a pause, Qifrey's eye does not open, his chin is lifted high now and the ball in his throat bobs.
Olruggio clears his throat, cheeks already flushing, "You…yer keen on me spikin' yer drink and such?"
Qifrey's hands tremble in his partner's grasp. "Yes, Olly. But there's more. Do you remember that rope we had used…that one time?"
Olruggio thinks back, he knows the rope, it's stashed in a box just underneath Qifrey's feet in the storage area. But the last time they'd used it? Well, that had been moons ago! But he vaguely remembers the open book in his lap of various knots that could be used to restrain Qifrey to their bed posts. He remembers the soft, milky skin of his thighs in contrast with the silky, gold rope that dug into his tender skin and kept his legs bent at the knee and open for him. Olruggio shivers.
"Ey, rings a bell…"
"I'd like for you to use that on me again…but as I'm unconscious…and outside…"
Alright, he's becoming too cryptic and not being very descriptive in his actual fantasy. Olruggio has closes his eyes at this point and attempts to picture just what his beloved has described to him.
"You…want me to lay you down in the woods…"
"Laying down part can come later, but yeah, I'd be tied up, so…" He trails off.
"Qifrey, I'm lost. Just tell it to me straight! No minced words!"
Qifrey fiddles with his thumbs, lacing them together and tapping his finger pads anxiously. His body slowly tenses once again, knees bouncing and the toes of his boots gently tap back and forth. Olruggio waits patiently.
He opens his eye, lowers his chin and glances up at his partner like he's received a proper scolding.
"I'd like for you to drug me and take me out to the woods where…you essentially capture me and…" He opens his palms towards Olruggio in his lap, "have your way with me…unconscious and conscious…"
Olruggio leans back, hand over his mouth, smoothing the bristles of his facial hair. His gaze lowers in thought, images conjuring up of Qifrey— blissfully unaware as his wrists are tied, mud finding its way beneath his nails, night gown torn and stained with the vegetation of the forest. He'd be lying if he said just the very thought of it hadn’t got his blood rushing…
"That…can be arranged."
Qifrey's hair has a way of moving on its own, whether that was Olruggio's imagination, or a result of the Silverwood, he didn't know. But, his hair perks, as do his shoulders, his wide stare meeting Olruggio's. There's a sparkle of hope in his one good eye.
"You mean it?" He sounds much more eager than he means to, resulting in his cheeks to flush red. Qifrey grips a fistful of his skirts and draws his knees tightly together.
"Yeh…it sounds…interesting."
Qifrey's tone shifts, lower and more serious, "You'd be having to play the part of…my attacker, Olly. Are you sure you're up for that?"
Olruggio thinks of the times their sex had turned up the intensity when it came to how squirmy and wriggly Qifrey can get…he thinks to when he'd pin his lovers wrists to the bed, entire body weight blanketed over Qifrey's body. Mouth against his neck and fingers bruising his delicate skin. Olruggio remembers the way the man beneath him whimpered when he was told to be still. Or, the time when Qifrey guided Olruggio's hand to his throat, pressing down on the outside of his fingers until his grip was tight and he could feel his heartbeat. Or, how Qifrey would deliberately do things that would make Olruggio have to manhandle him, like trying to close his legs too often, arching his back and trying to pull away when he felt the overstimulation amplify after a mind numbing orgasm.
He realizes now that Qifrey has been showing these signs all the times they've copulated, and Olruggio can't deny his peaked interest in such a fantasy.
The rest of the night was the logistics of such a fantasy, what Qifrey expected of Olruggio and the how they were going to go about it.
The drug aspect was the hardest part of all of this. Qifrey already has a stash for the general anxiety and PTSD he had been diagnosed with. Granted, he'd been using it less and less, relying more on himself to regulate his emotions and combat the demons that fight their way into the deep trenches of his mind. He's handing Olruggio the little amber glass vial of little white pills that afternoon, setting it beside him on the kitchen counter. Olruggio's spooning contents of a stew he'd been slow cooking since the morning.
"This is it? You want me to…what exactly?" He inspects the bottle, tilting it and rattling the round sedatives.
"Well, it'll dissolve in liquids…I'm prescribed four a day as needed. I've only ever kept myself at one…so we can start and see how two feels, I suppose." He places a hand on his waist and leans his elbow on the counter, eyeing Olruggio who looks wearily at the bottle as he reads the contents on the label. "We don't have to do this if you truly feel uncomfortable, Olruggio."
He side eyes him, lips pouting in thought, "I know. I want to. Just thinkin' is all. Thinkin' how to slip it past yeh without yer notice."
That makes Qifrey's core heat up instantly. His thighs subconsciously squeeze together and he tries very hard to keep his composure. "If you're sure then…just…tell me the morning of, will you? Don't tell me when, but I'd like to know the day of…to prepare myself."
Olruggio nods, "I know how I will."
Qifrey excuses himself to the washroom, the wetness accumulating between his thighs soaked through his very undergarments.
That night they agree to try different knots. That same booklet listing all different kinds sits atop Qifrey's bed. Olruggio's calloused fingers rub across the ball of his lovers ankle. He slips an index finger between the skin and rope to ensure it hadn't cut off any blood flow. Qifrey lays breathless, his wrists tied together, sit on his chest to calm his ever beating heart. The room is illuminated with the soft glow of lantern contraptions and glasses of deep, red wine sit on the lap tray he had prepped. Remnants of their midnight snack sit amongst crumbs and droplets of their spilled drink.
"That okay, dove?" Olruggio asks in a soft and low tone. His voice feels like the warm flicker of a flame.
"It's fine," Qifrey's voice cracks slightly, he curls his fingers into his palms and dig his nails into the soft skin. "Feels…good…"
A hand lays across the top of his scalp, the warmth of Olruggio's palm awakens a deep comfort within Qifrey. His eyelid feels heavy, his body relaxes, and if he lets the brain fuzz take over any further, he'd begin to drool. He swallows the spit pooling in his mouth and shifts, leaning into the palm that slides to his cheek, cupping it.
Olruggio lets out a laugh through his nose, "You look intoxicated, my love."
Qifrey returns with a chuckle, turning his face towards his pillow to hide the bashful smile that spreads across his face.
"I feel like I am…the way you pet me…the restraints…I feel…" He lulls his head back to look up at Olruggio. "I feel secure and…like I have nothing to dwell on…" He intakes a shaky breath and holds it for a couple seconds. "It's getting easier to be okay with that comfort when I have you here with me."
It feels a little silly, having the knowledge that the end goal with these restraints is to make Qifrey feel the closest thing to unsafe as he can get. His star looks down at him with glassy eyes, the lanterns reflecting in his deep oceans.
"I'm glad…" His hand slides down Qifrey's cheek, his thumb traces his jawline, following the curve of it until he captures his bottom lip and tugs it low. He feels Qifrey's face heat up, as if he became the physical embodiment of a snugstone. Olruggio's hand travels down, grazing his nails across the braided turtle neck, over the sharp peaks of his collar bones, and down to the slight curve of his breast. The bindings edges make themselves known beneath the fire mage's touch. Qifrey shivers when Olruggio lets his fingers linger where he knows a nipple lies beneath.
"Olly…" Qifrey says in a warning voice with just a smidge of a wavering resolve.
"Hm?" He hums curiously, palm flat now as it runs a path down the expanse of Qifrey's trembling torso.
He finally reaches the edge of that blasted shirt, fingertips toy with the hem of Qifrey's trousers. He prods an index finger beneath the scrunched hem, and his thumb curls around the elastic bow.
Qifrey's mind is mush, it might as well have turned to soup by now. The room is starting to tilt and his hands grow clammy. He rubs his feet together and twiddles his thumbs when that bubbling desire begins to boil. If he's warm now, soon, he'll be sweltering and it'll all be Olruggio's fault.
"Y-you…you don't have to…do this—"
Olruggio's fingers slip beneath his pants, following that faint trail of hair that guides him to where Qifrey is already soaked through his underwear. There's a jolt, a delicate arch of a back and a shot of electricity that travels across the nimble witch's nervous system. A flame ignites, burning white hot and it blinds Qifrey behind his eyelid. He tosses his head into the pillows, his chin pointed towards the ceiling. He attempts to bend his knees, tighten his thighs and push away the greedy hand that travels across the ever hardening clit and splits his slit like a raincleaver splits a sea.
"Wha'? You don't want this?"
His middle finger slides and catches on the underside of Qifrey's clit, he swipes side to side in a deliberately slow manner. It makes Qifrey whine, it releases from the depths of his chest and follows that is a slight sob that's choked out of him.
"Olly…I'm— You… cant. Not…yet…"
"Ah, but—" His finger dips, finding the natural curve into his canal. He dips another finger in, feeling the tight clench around his middle and ring finger. It doesn't help that Olruggio's fingers are textured, or the fact that the rough, thick skin causes an erotic discomfort inside him. "You're responding so well. Hear that?" The filthy, wet sound of Olruggio pivoting in and out of his achy hole makes itself known; this reveal does not help clear the clouds that suffocate Qifrey's inhibition.
"Cunt's beggin' to be filled." Olruggio slides his free hand back up the valleys and hills of Qifrey's stomach and ribs. Through his shirt, he pinches a nipple, encouraging the sharp whine that dribbles from his mouth with a cooing. "I'm getting ahead of myself..."
Qifrey doesn't even register his words until he feels the slow drag of Olruggio's fingers exiting his vaginal walls. His hole clenches, mourning the loss of that beautiful stretch. He bends his knees, kicking them into the sheets and rubbing his heals over his duvet. He struggles with his restraints, thrashing and squirming with coupled whining. He can't seem to control himself, the desperation for that crashing wave of pleasure increases when he's aware of how good it feels.
Qifrey feels like he could start sobbing right there if Olruggio proves himself to be merciless lover.
And merciless he is. He undoes Qifrey's restraints, kisses his wrists and rubs at the pressed markings of rope that indent his ankles. The delicacy of his lips and hands make Qifrey feel filthy for desiring such forceful and lecherous acts from him, but alas, he'd blame the binding roots for all his loose screws and twisted fantasies.
Olruggio inspects the slick laced on his fingers as Qifrey sits up and rubs at the raw skin. He tugs his sleeves back down to cover up the evidence and fixes the out of place hair at the back of his head. He eyes the man beside him, cheeks flushing red when he notices the glistening liquid he seems to play with. His mouth parts in barely contained shock when Olruggio brings those fingers to his own lips and licks them clean, his tongue slides between his digits and laps the semi clear arousal.
"I see. That's why you've been so keen on fruits lately," He says it casually like he hadn't just sensually cleaned Qifrey's own juices off his soaked fingers.
"Olruggio."
He turns to Qifrey, "Hm?"
He grips the straps around his naked thighs. "I fear I'll lose all sanity if you do not take me right this instant."
He looks at him for a moment, eyes trailing over each soft swoop of his snowy hair, the curve of his cheeks, his wobbly lips and heaving chest. He's red all over, flushed and aroused, clearly. Olruggio sees the beginning dampen between his legs, the fabric's color darkening by the minute.
"I'll have my chance to take you. Not tonight."
He has half a mind to throw a tantrum, but Qifrey knows that will only delay the event planned. He accepts his defeat, lowers his head to a bow and firmly makes a broken noise of understanding.
It's mid morning when Olruggio decides to finally free himself from the shackles of his current commission. He makes his way into the kitchen where Qifrey is prepping lunch for the two of them.
He comes up from behind Qifrey, who's attention is preoccupied by slicing into a mountain apple. He rests his chin on his lovers sharp shoulder and turns his face to press his nose to the curve of his jawline.
"Tonight," Is all he says.
Qifrey stills, a hand sifts into view, and Olruggio's swiping an abandoned piece of fruit on the cutting board. His back radiates heat when the fire mage pulls away and struts out of the kitchen, his footsteps getting quieter. Qifrey looks over his shoulder when he hears the creak of his workshop door close, left just a smidge open.
He gathers himself, the braids of leather suddenly feel too tight against his neck and he takes the liberty of loosening it slightly. He swallows the lump in his throat and attempts to not let himself get too aroused. He'd hate to make a mess of another pair of underwear.
Qifrey's anxiety shifts into some twisted churn of desire and arousal, it consumes his thoughts and effects every action he takes. He's eyeing over his shoulder more often, turning his head sharply at any faint sound or creak of a floorboard. He preps their lunch with a nervous, shaky hand and knobby knees. He trembles when he brings the tray up the small climb of stairs to his lovers workshop.
Olruggio acts as if nothing is out of place, like he hadn't warned Qifrey that tonight— tonight, would be the night. They've prepared for this, it's been a couple weeks in the making of testing out the sedatives effects, and choosing wether to tie Qifrey's hands behind his back, or let him have some control by having them at his chest. Olruggio never told him which he decided on, and that only fuels the nerve wracking excitement within him.
They share their meal with easy conversation and Qifrey's faltering only slightly. He's good at pretending, the very man who taught him how sits across from him, stuffing his face with the thick sandwich Qifrey prepared for him.
The rest of the day is one full of disquietude; Qifrey can't feel at ease whenever Olruggio enters the room. He can't help but be on edge when he shimmies a little closer to him, or how he places his hand at the small of his back. He always kisses him on the cheek before retreating back to his room, but tonight, he lingers.
It's finally getting close to supper time when Qifrey's anticipation for tonight dwindles. Olruggio had warned him, right? Or had he just imagined it? Hoped for it, maybe? He convinces himself that, perhaps, he truly had just misheard what he'd said and so, he dwells on it no more.
He gets up from his seat, closing his book he's been chipping away at all day, and heads to the kitchen. Olruggio is already there, sleeves tied flush to his arms with a hand on his hip. He stirs a pot that sits atop a heating seal, a low flame makes the contents of the cauldron bubble and Qifrey's anxiety spikes. He feels that jolt between his legs, the site of Olruggio, the knowledge that he now carries his sedatives…it stirs trouble in his lower region.
"Dinner's jus' 'bout ready," Olruggio reaches for two wine glasses, handing them to Qifrey. "Pour us a glass, will ya?"
With shaky hands, he takes the glasses and sets them down to pop open the wine bottle Olruggio had stashed away.
"Been keeping this one for a special occasion."
So he didn't imagine this morning, good…or was it?
"That so?" Qifrey asks with mild curiosity. "What's the occasion?" Surely, if Olruggio can feign ignorance, so can Qifrey, right?
He's silent for a moment, a knowing smile on his face as he stirs the pot, "You'll see."
Those simple words stoke the fire that is Qifrey's lust, causing him to wobble slightly and catch himself on the counter. His heart thumps in his chest, warmth blooming across his neck and chest, and his knees shake slightly as he takes a step backward.
"I-is there anything I can help with?"
Olruggio pretends to look around, wine has been served, stew is ready, and the seal is removed from beneath the pot. "Don't think so. Ah, actually," He grabs two bowls and spoons and hands them to Qifrey. "Set those on the table, please?"
"Of course, love."
He stumbles out, the slickness between his thighs now apparent and quickly becoming a nuisance. He swears he can hear a chuckle behind him as he exits the room.
Dinner is as normal as it could be. Casual chats about Olruggio's commissioners and reminiscing about the past few years.
"Did you see Tetia's new contraption was approved for general use? Heard she's making a lot with that Serpent's Bed of Sand, granted, most people are using it for their pets," Olruggio giggles into his hand.
Qifrey chuckles, eye glistening in the low light. He has nothing to add, really, not when his mind is reeling over when he'll begin to feel the effects of the sedative. He's been watching Olruggio's movements and facial muscles at every bite and sip he takes. Nothing, the man's poker face is unfathomable, truly. He spoons at his food absentmindedly, his core hot against the chair beneath him.
"Oi, yer not gonna let my hard work go to waste, right?"
He looks up to his old friend and life partner, his face carries a firm frown and pointed stare. He points at Qifrey with his spoon. "Worked 'ard on it and yer still not eating enough. I expect to not see even a single droplet left in that bowl."
Qifrey rolls his eye and brings the spoon to his mouth, "Yes, mother."
Olruggio passively waves a hand at him and goes back to his own meal.
Qifrey's just about done with his glass of wine and his meal when he starts to feel his head wobble on his neck slightly. His vision blurs just a little and pigeon holes. He looks down at the contents of his bowl and blinks a few times when the it becomes two and they encircle around each other. When he gets his vision cleared bud sharply shaking his head, he notices he's got maybe two more bites left, if he just—
His hand barely moves, the limb growing numb. His finger flexes, just barely, and it reaches for his spoon.
"Qifrey, ya alright?" Olruggio asks over his second glass of wine.
The man tries to form a word, but his brain muddies and his lips part to say something, but all that comes out is a slew of mixed words.
"I'mjus…try to…" He attempts to lift his hand again, fighting against the familiar feeling of his medicine kicking in, only this time, he knows this was more than he's used to. "Yo—u drug…my…I'm…"
His neck feels weak, unable to sustain the weight of his head. His shoulders fall, along with his eyelid and his chin dips to his chest. His spectacles fall with a clatter on the table, bumping into the wine glass, but thankfully not toppling it over.
"Oh, love," Olruggio's voice is distant and sounds as though it's been altered. The room begins to spin, he leans back into his chair just as his lover rises and circles around to where he sits.
Qifrey feels his hands before he attempts to crack open his eye to look up at him. There are three Olruggio's before him, holding his wine glass with the last drops of its contents.
"Go on," his mouth moves, but not in time with his words. Qifrey's lips part to ask what he means before the cool edge of the vessel presses to his lips. Wine slips across his tongue and down his throat. "Every last drop…there we go…"
Qifrey's body easily swallows the rest of the wine, in such a state, he can't do much but be at the mercy of his old friend. He tries to say thank you, a small smile grows across his lips when he finds the strength to look up at Olruggio.
"T…hank…you—uu…"
Qifrey's body goes completely limp and his vision goes dark when Olruggio sets the wine glass down with a small thump. He slumps into his chair, succumbing to the sedative that swirls inside him now.
When Qifrey awakens, the first thing he notices is his pulsating headache. He groans almost immediately and tries to draw a hand to his face but…can't seem to. His eye opens to the view of the night sky above him. Trees loom above him and frame the moon. Stars sparkle around her in a picturesque view. The breeze is cool on his skin, and Qifrey tries to pull his hand to his face once more.
His fingers curl, blindly searching for whatever is holding him back. He feels the rope with his middle finger and his stomach drops into the depth of his bowels. Someone's tied him and they've—
He looks around, he's laid in a grassy patch of the woods, elbows press into soft, squishy moss. He he notices immediately that his feet are bare, a pebble stuck between his first two toes. He looks down at himself to find he's in just a nightshirt. It's light in color and quite sheer too, Qifrey's nipples create little peaks underneath the fabric from the harsh, cold air. He arches his back, trying to pull at his restraints, but no luck.
What was the last thing he remembered? He thinks back in a panic, sifting through the foggy memories of the day. Olruggio had made their supper this time and he vaguely remembers being told to finish every last drop of his food…then his memories fade. Images of hands on him, a deep voice in his ear, the familiar tightening of ropes on his ankles and—
His ankles. He gasps, jolting upward to look at his feet. Rope is secured well and tight around him, forcing his feet together.
He wriggles, bending his knees and rocking his body to shift to his side. Qifrey moans, trying to dislodge his wrists out of the rope, only for it to pull on his delicate skin, rubbing harshly. His nails press to the earth and curl into dirt and sticks as he tries to get himself to his feet. His body is weak, the remnants of his sedative coursing through his veins effects his inhibitions. He can't seem to find the strength to even remotely sit up, so, he falls back down into the dirt. His cheeks presses to cold moss and a frustrated sob breaks through his chest.
He considers trying again after what feels like many minutes, he drags his elbow across pebbles, scratching his skin and making him wince. His heels rub together, dirt trickles off the soles in the process and he calls out to the unknown around him.
"O—Olru…ggio…" His voice sounds weak against his own ears.
Qifrey stills when there's a small sound of leaves rustling and twigs snapping as the traveling sound of footsteps reach closer to him. He opens his one eye, bloodshot and crazed when he cranes his neck towards the sound.
His eye has adjusted to the darkness now, and within the trees, a dark figure becomes larger. A man comes close to him, a heavy black cloak with a hood pulled over his head. Qifrey knows this gait, recognizes those shoulders and the stubble of hair that peeks out beneath the faint moonlight.
Qifrey's body shivers, the reaction involuntarily. His nervous system vibrates with something balancing on the thin line between sheer fear and sexual excitement.
The figure walks up to him, dragging his foot across dirt to move over piles of broken sticks and larger rocks. He firmly places his feet on either side of Qifrey's ankles and he drops low to a crouch. With his elbows resting on his knees, Qifrey can definitely tell those are Olruggio's hands. The scarred tissue and dark hairs that cover his knuckles are unmistakable. The cloaks hood tilts and there's a slight smirk on the man's face.
"Was wonderin' when you'd wake. Kept checkin' on ya," He pulls a hand into his cloak to fetch what looks like a dagger.
He holds it delicately, waving it so the moonlight reflects off it and bounces onto Qifrey's half naked body. There's a little whistle when he angles the light to his nimble body.
"Look at the state of ya," He angles the knife, pressing the flat end of the blade at Qifrey's chest.
He shivers beneath the sheathed blade, his gown is dampened, and the cream color of the nightgown reveals the pink of his nipples underneath. His attacker— Olruggio— slides the edge of the blade down the peak of his nipple. This makes the desire grow into a roaring boil in Qifrey's bowels, he draws his thighs together and trembles.
"Wh—where—"
" Shhh, be still, unless you want the blade to slice open your pretty breast," He turns the blade so the sharp end presses into the pebbled skin of his areola.
Qifrey's jaw tightens shut, his biceps flex as he tries to be still. His thighs quake with excitement.
"Good boy."
He holds back a quivering whimper.
The blade follows down his body, taking the time to lift his gown with the sharp end— he's completely naked beneath. The soft bush of white hair trembles and between his wet lips is his enlarged, aching clit. The man flicks his wrist, the shirt slips off the blade and lands above his belly button, exposing him to the cold night air.
"Please," Qifrey whimpers.
"What did I say, pet?" His attacker presses the blade to his hip bone, it digs just enough to make Qifrey wince. "Told you to be quiet, yeah?"
Qifrey nods, sticks and leaves weave into his hair, he squirms in his restraints, which only makes the man press harder. The knife cuts into his skin, drawing blood, it slowly trickles down the curve of his body.
"I also said to be still, didn't I?" He nods again. "Then be still. I'll let you run free soon enough…"
He inspects the blood for a moment, just a droplet that begins to cascade down the dull end of the blade. Olruggio brings it to his tongue and cleans it right off. Qifrey stares wide-eyed up at him, his arousal growing tenfold. Olruggio tilts the dagger back down and drags it across his skin. Light as a feather— it travels down his quivering thighs, over the cap of his knee, and down to the rope at his ankles.
"You wanna be set free, my pet?"
Qifrey nods again, it's all he can do.
"You can speak now, dear thing. Go on. Tell me you wanna run."
"I—I wanna run. Please, let me go."
Olruggio's pleasantly surprised by how much fun this is— seeing Qifrey soaking wet with a blade against his skin. He must keep up appearances with his character, but he lets a chuckle rapture through his throat. The blade slides between his skin and the rope wound around his ankles.
"I'll give you a head start. But know this," He starts to cut away at the rope, the woven strands slowly part. "I will catch you. No matter how far you think you can run off to— I'll be right behind."
Qifrey's heart quickens. "And my wrists?"
Olruggio slices the rope free, his ankles roll immediately, and he separates them into a more comfortable position. He looks at him, tilting the hood up to get a good look at his prey's face.
"Let's see how far you can get with your hands tied behind you."
There's a breath of a pause, Qifrey's chest heaves when he plants his feet to the earth below and shoves himself into a sitting position.
"Well? You gonna go?" His attacker waves the blade around. "Or, are you so eager to meet the end of my blade now?"
"I—I'm getting up, I am— just—" Qifrey's voice shakes. Olruggio is good at this, it almost scares him for real. He holds himself with more confidence, his shoulders seem bigger, his voice darker. Perhaps, he's enjoying this just as much as the other.
He gets to his feet, shakily takes a step back and meets Olruggio's eyes that glisten with the stars in them.
"Run, little rabbit," His mouth stretches into a creepy smile.
Qifrey turns and takes a shaky step, then another, and another with a quickened pace. Mud digs between his toes, his sole slips and he almost drops to the ground before catching his footing. Then, he starts to sprint.
Olruggio sits there, crouched low to the ground and watches the white figure get smaller and smaller. He stands to his full height with a slight groan. Dragging his feet through the brush, he makes his way towards Qifrey.
They prey weaves between trees, the sound of the leaves dancing in the breeze and a hoot of a owlcat fills his ears. His heart thumps through his skull, beating inside his chest as his shoulders shake. Sobs break out of him, he's exhausted, his feet are cut up now, stepping into roughly shaped rocks and pokey sticks. He doesn't know where exactly he's going, the brush grows thicker and trees blanket the moonlight from him— leaving him in darkness.
Qifrey hears running water when he stops for a moment, mouth open wide and puffs of air float up from his lips. His shoulders rise and fall with a desperate attempt at catching his breath. He feels slick trickle down his thighs, cooling on his skin and driving him to sprint once more.
He can hear it, the sounds of Olruggio's steps behind him, sifting through the brush and bushes. Qifrey's nightgown catches on one of them, tugging him and making him yelp. Qifrey turns to dislodge it free, checking over his shoulder in the process, only to see the dark figure in the distance. He's closing in on Qifrey. He needs to hurry.
The sound of ripping fabric echoes through the trees and Qifrey hurries, his feet drag and his limbs ache— he really needs to gain his stamina back up.
The adrenaline courses through his veins when he stumbles, his ankle twists when it catches on a rock, half hidden in the ground and covered with leaves. He lets out a yell, falling to the forest floor. Without the use of his hands, he's forced to fall face first into the dirt. Qifrey's ankle is on fire when Olruggio makes his way up to him.
"You tried so hard. You got further than I thought you would."
Qifrey's hands ball into fists and he breathes rapidly through his nostrils. Olruggio bends down, grips his twisted ankle hard— he cries out in pain, neck straining. He's dragged through the mud, his gown riding up as he's pulled the foot closer to his assaulter. His ass is exposed, little marks of where rocks scraped him, and little bruises began blooming. There's a soft tsking behind him.
"Poor dear," Olruggio says mockingly, his warm hand cups over the soft cheek, it makes Qifrey jump at the feeling. His ass clenches, giving Olruggio enough reason to land a smack over the plush skin. "Loosen up, love. Let me have a look."
"No—! Wait—Please—" Qifrey wriggles, trying to bend his knees but the man's hand clasps around both ankles and slams them back into the dirt.
"I've got more rope if need be, bunny."
With the injury he's achieved with this role play of theirs— Qifrey decides to be good and obey. He loosens up, his shoulders fall, cheeks return to their relaxed state, and his legs part.
Qifrey gasps when he feels something solid and round on his slit. It parts his labia, runs down to his clit and presses hard. A soft whistle of impress rings in his ears.
"Wow, yer soaked. Practically drippin'." Olruggio flicks the knife in his hand, catches the handle and stabs it into the dirt beside Qifrey's head.
With his good eye focusing on the wet nub of the handle, Qifrey realizes he'd touched him with it. Fingers are replaced instead, three to be precise. They dig into Qifrey's aching hole, dragging into his walls with a force that makes him rock forward. He drops his cheek to the dirt again, resting it on a flattened rock.
"Ahhh, please—! You're…too hard—!" But he clenches his cunt in that way Olruggio's familiar with— he's enjoying this.
He thrusts a little harder, "Yer so nice and wet for me, bunny. Could easily slip in if I wanted to."
Heat radiates off Olruggio's body when he leans over him, rustles of skirts and fabric behind him. Qifrey begins to fight back when his throat tightens at the realization of what's to come. He's not well prepped, he hasn't gotten nearly wet enough for this girth.
Olruggio spits into his hand, encases his cock within his palm and gives a few solid tugs. He trickles out more spit, letting it land over his shaft. He scoots closer, gripping one of his prey's cheeks to roughly part it. Qifrey's holes clench and his cunt quakes as another dollop of his arousal drips out.
Qifrey fights back, bending a leg to hit him in the back with a dirty heel. "Let. Me. Go!"
His attacker reaches over, wrapping a hand at the base of his neck and pressing down. It puts slight pressure on Qifrey's windpipe— silencing him immediately. He lets out a strangled cry that morphs into a pleasant groan when Olruggio slides his fat tip in.
Qifrey's legs widen their distance, pressing into either side of the insides of Olruggio's knees. Opening up for him, inviting him in.
"Actin' like yeh don't want it, but yer body's responding to it so well. Such a good bunny." He pushes inward until his pelvis is flush with Qifrey's ass and his tip kisses the deepest part inside him.
"You did such a good job at trying to run away. I saw that stumble, though. If only you hadn't slipped, huh?"
The drag of his cock in and out of him, and the intensity of his words, work much like Qifrey's sedative in making him numb. His mouth widens, drooling into the dirt below. His eye rolls back as a shiver raptures across his body. In turn, his hole stretches to Olruggio's size like it's remembering whose dick it was made for.
" Mmmm…I—I tried," He lets out. His nails dig into the rope as a tear threatens his eye line. "I—It—"
"Feels good, yeah? Yer just tight enough for me, dearie. Holes drooling just for me," He braces his other hand on Qifrey's lower back where it arches. He drags his hips, snapping them into him, his abused cheeks ripple with each harsh thrust. "Bet that man of yours back home can't give it to you like this."
Qifrey's tears freely flow like this, his eye widening at the fear of being used by someone else. The slow creeping realization of his words dawns on Qifrey like a splash of deep ocean water— Olruggio's enjoying this almost as equally as him. His body shudders, that teeming bubble of his orgasm approaching immediately. His holes tightens.
"Eh? That excitin' to yah?" A firm thrust into him, his tip bullies his cervix this deep. "You're gettin' a proper fucking now and that cunt of yours is takin' it so well."
This makes Qifrey whimper, closing his mouth to wet his dry throat.
"I'm…It's too much…Please!" He tugs at his restraints once more, a pathetic attempt at escaping, really. He's already tried countless times now, it's pointless to fight.
The way his cunt squeezes around Olruggio has the man atop him stuttering slightly. Qifrey's silky walls invite him in, welcoming him to plant his seed deep inside. It's hard to hold back when he feels that familiar, inward tug of his balls. They tighten, his shaft flinches and pulsates. Qifrey's body responds the same way, though, he tries to beat the heels of his feet on his back.
"N—no!! Get—out—! Y—you can't!" He cries, thrashing his arms back and forth over his back. His nipples harshly rub into rough dirt, only working in tandem with Olruggio's cock to bring him to his climax. He's on the cusp when Olruggio ruts into him, drops his face to Qifrey's ear and bites it gently. His hot breath fans across the shell of his ear.
"What can't I do, love?" He draws his hips back, then slams them forward, Qifrey sobs through a broken moan.
"C—come in me…you can't. Please, don't…"
Olruggio rises, removing his hand from the nape of his neck and slides it down to join along the one on his waist. He pulls his cock halfway out, admiring the glistening mix of their arousal coating his skin.
"Don't think yer at the liberty of getting to decide where I can't come."
Olruggio's cock slams into him, tip bruising the entrance to his beloved's cervix in a quick blow. He works in quick succession to drive himself to his orgasm, the harsh smacks of skin against skin fills the night air.
Qifrey grits his teeth, breathing harshly through them as he fights back the rolling wave of his orgasm. He whines something loud and pathetic, body convulsing.
"Olruggio—!" He cries in desperation. The man behind him just laughs, digging crescents into his prey's waist like a wolf does with its teeth to a rabbits neck. The sound of his very name is enough to draw Olruggio's seed out of him. It spurts out, balls tightening when he shallowly fucks the cum further into Qifrey's eager hole.
His walls flutter, hips dragging so he presses his engorged, neglected clit into the inside of his dirty gown. He rides out an orgasm, basking in the way that familiar heat spreads inside him, and how the slow oozing of cum envelopes his clit in its warmth. He screws his eye shut, arches his back in a way that looks almost demonic, like an exorcism in the works, but gorgeous moans escape past his lips.
"Oh, oh, Olly—!"
Olruggio drives his seed into his cunt, burying it deep inside. He keeps this going, digging himself deep until he begins to feel the softening of his cock.
Having milked himself of all he's got, he catches his breath before pulling out slowly. At the angle where the moon shines, Olruggio has the perfect view of Qifrey's red, puffy, and abused cunt. He drags a thumb over the hill of an ass cheek and runs it over Qifrey's inner lips, pulling it to the side.
" Ah—!" Qifrey lets out, his thighs still trembling. His hole widens when it pushes out more of Olruggio's cum. It dribbles down into the blades of grass, coating them white. Qifrey wiggles slightly, rocking back and forth.
They stay like this for a bit, Olruggio sits back on his ass and pulls back the cloaks hood. His bangs stick to his forehead, and he runs a hand through it, ruffling it. He splays a hand over Qifrey's thigh, cupping it with his calloused hand. He slides it up and down, making the man below him hum.
"Good show, Olly…" Qifrey weakly lets out.
The magic words. Olruggio's facade drops, he scrambles to his knees.
"Oh, my love," He pulls the dagger back out the ground to quickly break his wrists free.
Qifrey releases a sigh of relief when his wrists fall back to their natural position. The pain had been excruciatingly delicious, but still uncomfortable. Olruggio's helping him sit up before drawing him into a half embrace. He kisses at the side of Qifrey's sweaty head, right at his side burn.
"So good for me, you were so good. Was that okay? Are you okay?"
Qifrey begins to giggle, the frantic sound of his voice tickling him. He slides his head to the side to gently press his lips to the fuzzy corner of his mouth.
"I'm alright. That was… really good…thank you..."
Olruggio only hums and draws him into a delicate kiss. He pulls back, reaching into his cloak to pull out the mini window way he stashed away. He completes the seals with a few pops of the buttons encircled around it, completing it so he can reach into wherever it connected to.
He pulls out a shawl and a pair of boots that Qifrey hadn't seen the last couple days.
"I was wondering where those went!"
Olruggio looks at him bashfully, "Sorry…I didn't think you'd miss them. I wanted to have summat for yeh when you said the safeword."
He tosses the shawl over Qifrey's shoulders, folding each edge over the other to blanket Qifrey. It's warm, pleasantly so, and knowing Olruggio, that pocket window way connected to the towel warmer he had made some odd years ago for the atelier.
Olruggio rises to his feet, tucks his dick away and slides his pants back on. He looks down at his debauched partner. If he hadn't just enjoyed himself immensely, Olruggio would assume he'd been kidnapped and tormented with the way he looks. Qifrey's hair is caked in mud, his gown is ripped across it and the collar hangs low to expose the subtle cleavage of his. He looks up at Olruggio with a blissful smile, his cheeks still red like they always were after he orgasms.
"Help me up?" Olruggio lowers his hands and guides him to his feet. He helps Qifrey step into the boots.
Their hands never uncurl from one another, and Olruggio takes a step to lead Qifrey back to their shared home.
He limps, his ankle giving out, Qifrey releases a small sound.
"Erp—!"
"Oi!" Olruggio catches him before he falls to the forest floor. "You hurt?"
Qifrey ducks his face to the ground, ashamed. "Perhaps, when I had that small tumble before you captured me…"
He deserves a proper scolding for that one, but Olruggio decides later would be better. Instead, he bends over, picks Qifrey up bridal style, and marches his way back.
Qifrey knows that Olruggio has been trying the last months to bulk up his muscle, and it helped that he didn't weigh much anyway. But it's still a shock, one he easily leans into. He rests his chin atop Olruggio's messy hair, his body aching in a delicious way. The expectation of what is yet to come makes butterflies flutter in his chest.
When they get home, Olruggio's got a bath all ready for Qifrey.
They both strip, covered in mud and bruises of the events that transpired. Olruggio guides Qifrey into the pool of water. The glowing stones at the bottom warm his aching feet, and he sinks his body into the water. Olruggio sits beside him in the pool, shoulders touching.
"That really was okay?" He inquires, reaching over for the scrub bar and solid body soap. He lathers it, and begins to gently wash away the remnants of their escapade. Qifrey hums, tilting his head back and puffing his chest out when the scrub runs across his bare breasts.
"Yeah…really good…"
The fire mage smiles, his cheeks blush. He washes Qifrey's body in silence and then glides into the water onto the other side of the pool to draw Qifrey's sprained ankle to his lap. Beneath the warm water, he presses his thumb to the bump at his ankle.
"I hate that I hurt you…I should have noticed..." He chastises himself, lowering his chin to see the water ripple and smear the image of Qifrey's foot.
His partner pokes a toe at his palm, "Hey, it was my own fault. I wasn't looking where I was running." He shrugs, "Besides, it added another level to the fantasy that I enjoyed."
Olruggio lets out a breathy laugh then, he rubs his palm up and down the length of his foot. "Well, when this heals…" His chin drops lower, "I wouldn't mind playing that out again..."
Qifrey's entire body lights up, his eye glistens with the glow stones flickering under the water, his shoulders expand. "You mean it?"
Olruggio peeks up at him through damp strands of hair, droplets trickle off his chin and he smiles with his teeth. "Yeah, I do."
Qifrey decides he'll take a trip to Kalhn to receive his refill of sedatives, first thing in the morning. He's going to need it— for it's intended use is up for debate.