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Riddle shut his door firmly, the sounds of other students as they cleaned up after the unbirthday party falling silent as the door clicked. He let out a sigh, but the familiar tension didn’t leave him.

Why couldn’t people just do things right? He was trying not to let it get to him, and he was doing very well. He hadn’t snapped at anyone in weeks.

But then Floyd had shown up to the party. Of course Riddle would be a gracious host. It was only proper. But Floyd had insisting on bringing food that had no place at an unbirthday party, constantly talked when people were supposed to be singing, eaten far more than his fair share of the cake, and used the wrong teacup, nearly swallowing the dormouse…!

Riddle took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He didn’t know why Floyd had shown up in the first place. It was either something arranged with another student who should have told him or it was just one of Floyd’s capricious whims.

But now the was over, at least. Trey was handling cleanup, and Riddle couldn’t shake the suspicion that Trey had insisted on doing it alone to try and avoid one of Riddle’s meltdowns. Likely because Floyd was still in the dorm and clearly intent on being disrespectful to the Queen’s rules and most likely ruining everything.

He should just forego propriety and kick Floyd out!

Riddle breathed deep again. He needed to relax.

And, he thought as his face heated, there was a particular way he relaxed sometimes that he found quite effective.

He put his pen on his nightstand, moving over to his canopy bed. One of the many benefits of being a housewarden—no roommates. Complete privacy. He sighed, kicking off his high heeled shoes and then disrobing completely, shivering slightly at the chill air in the room.

Naturally, he didn’t want to risk any sort of mess. He grabbed a box of tissues from his nightstand drawer, as well as a bottle of lotion. If he was going to do this, he would do it right.

He lay the tissues to the side of the bed as he lay down, setting himself among the plush pillows. He was already half-hard, his erection growing as he settled his hips, getting comfortable.

Riddle sighed, the stress of the day contributing to the insistent burning heat in his body. He needed to get this over with and relax. His sessions usually took about 5 minutes—it was something he had learned to fit into his schedule since coming to Night Raven. Enough time to enjoy himself and achieve the stress reduction effect without infringing on his other responsibilities.

He pumped lotion onto his palms, smoothing his fingers through it before finally taking himself in hand. He hissed in appreciation, the familiar sensations sweeping through him. He knew exactly where to touch, where to stroke, when he lightly touch his balls and when to ghost his hand over his nipples. His pleasure mounted in that predictable, pleasing way, all part of his routine.

It was so nice. He let his mind go empty, or as empty as he could, focusing on sensation. No more thinking about the horrible party, the failure to obey rules. No more thinking about Floyd.

His brow tensed as his strokes grew faster. No, definitely no thinking about Floyd. About his unpredictability, his ridiculous mood swings or droopy, pleasing eyes, how tall he was and how his tongue lilted when he cooed that obnoxious nickname.

Riddle grit his teeth and stroked faster. He needed to enjoy himself and relax. Enjoying himself like this was on his schedule, so he wasn’t going to think about Floyd. No. He. Was. Going. To. Relax!

He breathed hard through his nose, sweat beading on his brow. He breathed deep. That always helped. He just had to let the orgasm happen.

Then his door banged open with the additional sound of the lock breaking.

Riddle reacted on instinct, reflexes honed from hours upon hours of training and study. In a single smooth motion he grabbed his pen from the nearby nightstand and pointed it at the intruder as he incanted “Off with your head!”

It took him only a few seconds afterward to realize who he had just collared.

The heavy door swung back shut with a click as Floyd lifted his hands to the collar. But his two-toned eyes never stopped staring, his shocked expression giving way to a leering grin as though he didn’t care one whit about the magic-locking collar around his neck.

“Oh. Goldfishie was havin’ some fun, huh?”

Riddle felt his heart rate and blood pressure rise, mixing with utter humiliation, which quickly resulted in an emotion he was intimately familiar with.

Rage.

“How DARE you!” he shouted. If he hadn’t already collared him, he would do so again. He stood off the bed, not sure if he should frantically pull his clothes on first or just toss Floyd out the door first. If he did that, though, people might see him naked. “What sort of individual BARGES through a locked door? Don’t you have an iota of restraint?”

Floyd stood quiet in the face of Riddle’s shouting, an irritating lopsided smile on his face.

“You’re still hard,” he said, pointing down.

Riddle shut his mouth with a snap.

“Does yelling at me get you off, Goldfishie?” Floyd asked.

Anger surged, but Riddle had to admit, the stress and rage together was not harming his erection. In fact…

He swallowed.

In fact, he ached for release even more than before.

His eyes narrowed. Floyd was just standing there, a foolish grin on his face. In Riddle’s room. With Riddle’s collar on.

He reviewed the Queen’s rules, but there wasn’t one for this particular situation. The closest he could up with was the rule emphasizing the importance of appeasing someone who had been wronged.

Well, Floyd had wronged him.

His erection thickened as he spoke, and Floyd’s smile grew wider. “You are in my dorm,” Riddle said. “And you have done nothing but flout my rules and disrespect my traditions.” He crossed his arms, staring up at Floyd. Floyd may be taller and stronger, but that didn’t matter. “And now you’ve interrupted my leisure time. How do you intend to make up for it?”

Floyd tilted his head, and deliberately licked his lips. “Does Goldfishie have any ideas?”

Riddle’s cheeks heated. He had never done anything like this before, anxiety worming in his gut, but he knew the role he wanted. He was so sick of Floyd doing whatever he wanted, taunting him with his obnoxiousness and unpredictability.

 “Come here,” Riddle demanded.

Shockingly, Floyd obeyed. Riddle’s heart thudded, the other man looming over him. His smile was almost frightening now, yellow and blue eyes staring down at him.

“Whaddya want, Goldfishie?”

He didn’t know what to expect. Floyd could easily say no. But if Floyd wasn’t at least open to the idea, he wouldn’t have stayed in the room. He wouldn’t have stood there, staring, while Riddle got more and more worked up. He wouldn’t have obeyed.

He wouldn’t let himself be cowed. He was the Housewarden here. “You will…finish me off,” Riddle said. “Help me to relax. Then I will remove the collar, and you will leave. Understood?”

“Understood, Goldfishie!”

Riddle’s heart leapt. This was really going to happen.

Well, good. This was proper. Floyd had wronged him and would make up for it. That was only right. It fit with the spirit of the rules.

Riddle sat down on the edge of the bed. He expected the taller man to take his cock in his hands, to jerk him off the way Riddle had been intending to finish.

Instead Floyd moved down between his legs, the tall man having to get on all fours, and took him in his mouth, Riddle’s erection disappearing between a set of very sharp teeth.

For a split second he wondered if he had made a terrible, awful mistake. Then Floyd’s lips closed, sucking, and Riddle’s eyes rolled back.

Oh, that felt GOOD.

He leaned back on the bed, his heels digging into the sides of the bedspread, as Floyd leaned forward to keep up the pressure. His mouth was big and he could take Riddle to the root, his tongue swiping at the base as he deep-throated the shorter man.

Floyd hummed something, something that might have been words, but the vibrations drove Riddle wild, the pleasure so much better and so much more raw than anything he had ever done with his hands.

He didn’t know sexual things could ever feel this good.

Floyd bobbed his head, then suddenly released him. Riddle gasped, staring down.

“I never said stop!” Riddle demanded.

“Goldfishie, can I…” Floyd’s hips bucked, and Riddle realized Floyd was hard too, an enormous bulge present in his dark slacks. “Is it against the rules if I have fun too?” he said with a grin, and then unzipped his fly, showing off an enormous erection that sent further heat building in Riddle’s core.

“No. I mean, no, go ahead, it’s not against the rules.” Riddle wanted to grab it, to touch Floyd too, or maybe just to watch as Floyd stroked himself. But then the mouth was on him again, sucking and licking with insatiable force, and no more words came.

Riddle couldn’t believe how good this felt, how much better it was to feel someone’s mouth on his, to listen and to watch as Floyd took him deep in his mouth, down his throat.  Floyd huffed quick breaths though his nose as his hands worked below, the sound of rhythmic stroking reaching Riddle’s ears. Floyd’s mouth jerked slightly with the force of his own pleasure, as he snapped his hips into his hands, and it just made it so much better.

Riddle gasped and moaned aloud, cheeks hot with embarrassment and exquisite pleasure. It grew and grew, Floyd’s sucking growing sloppy but still so good.

So…so…

“Floyd,” Riddle gasped. It was different, it was going to be so much more powerful, but the sensation was familiar enough. “I’m about to come.”

“Hmm, hmm ergh hmrm,” Floyd responded.

Riddle had no idea what he had said or why he had tried to speak with a cock so far down his throat, but the vibration sent him over the edge. His eyes screwed shut, his hips snapping, and the wave of pleasure finally crested. It was intense, Riddle’s entire body shaking as though he were being washed away by sensation that he hadn’t realized could ever be this powerful, this good.

And as he shook, Floyd swallowed all of it, his lips never leaving Riddle’s cock until the redhead was totally spent. Riddle gasped, forcing open tired eyes, only to watch as Floyd shook too, his enormous cock surging and pumping rope after rope of cum onto his plush red carpet.

He couldn’t even feel angry at the mess. He was too relaxed.

Riddle blinked suddenly tired eyes as Floyd looked up at him. “Did I earn my freedom, Goldfishie?” Floyd smiled, teeth sharp.

Riddle tensed his jaw. “Very well,” he said. He reached for his pen, which now lay between the forgotten box of tissues and vial of lotion. With a flick of his pen, the collar clicked, the magic dissipating.

“Yay!” Floyd sang. “Thanks, Goldfishie!”  

Riddle wanted to lay down. His whole body felt like liquid. He had never come so hard before. “That should teach you a lesson,” he said.

“I’ll be sure to come back next time!” Floyd said, as though he hadn’t heard.

“See that you ask permission next time you come to the dorm at all!” Riddle demanded. “Or it will be off with your head again!” He clenched his pen in his hand. “Why did you even come here in the first place?”

Floyd shrugged. “Azul wanted me to share food with the unbirthday party,” Floyd said. “So he sent me to attend one. He said since you guys have so many parties we should get an in to sell our catering services!”

Riddle put his head in his hands. THAT was the reason? “He should have told me!”

“I told him I wanted to tell you!” Floyd said cheerfully. “Besides. Wasn’t this more fun?”

Riddle grit his teeth. Fun. He didn’t want to admit it.

But lying was against the rules.

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Heart pounding, Sebek hurried down the hall. In his mind, he cursed how annoying Silver was, even as his traitorous brain kept feeding him images of the other man. It had been happening all day, Sebek distracted by thoughts of Silver’s body, his lips, his…Sebek grit his teeth against a fresh surge of arousal.

He hadn’t taken time to himself in too long. Sebek entered his room, shoving the door shut behind him. He had homework to do, but the rest of his evening was free, which was a rarity. Lord Malleus was visiting ramshackle, and Master Lilia was going on a “raid” which Sebek initially had been excited about potentially helping with until he learned it was something in a game.

So he had time to himself. And that meant time to ease some pressing distractions.

He had been fighting the build of an erection all day, but now there was no reason to hold back. He loosened the buttons on his uniform jacket, letting the cooler air hit his skin. He slid his pants down his hips as he sat on his bed, his back to the Malleus portrait. He didn’t like to do this often, thought it was probably a weakness that he couldn’t imagine his lord would share, but sometimes his needs were just too distracting. He would take care of them and then get back to work.

He began to stroke himself, his cock thickening to full hardness as soon as his fingers touched it. He moaned aloud at the sensation, the immediate relief of finally indulging mixed with the build of greater pleasure. He popped the rest of the buttons on his jacket, sliding it off and moving one hand beneath to play with his nipples while he kept stroking his length with the other. His hips bucked upwards into his hand, and he took a deep breath. He wanted to finish, but he also didn’t want this to end too soon.

As he stroked, his eyes fluttered shut, sparks of ecstasy dancing along his skin. His mind began feeding him images that had been teasing him all day, but now they were so much more potent, every fantasy sending surging heat through his core. Silver in the sun, his hair fluttering against his neck in the cool breeze. Sweat dripping down Silver’s neck. This morning, when Silver had fallen asleep again, his head resting on Sebek’s shoulder, his body heat suffusing Sebek, his scent filling Sebek’s nose.

Sebek moaned, stroking faster. Damned Silver. Sebek’s day of distraction was entirely his fault. His mouth opened as he gasped, lost in both sensation and fantasy. What if Silver, his face so close to Sebek’s while he slept, had woken and kissed him? Sebek licked his lips. What if Silver…what if he was the one touching him? That would feel even better.

Sebek arched his back slightly, pulling harder, the friction increasing. Ah, this was so inappropriate, but it felt so good. He moaned, precum dribbling onto his fingers, drowning in mounting pleasure. His cockhead was flushed pink, as was his face and neck, his mouth open as he panted. He spread his legs slightly wider, body surging now. He didn’t want to, not just yet, but he could feel his orgasm building. His eyes were still closed, images of Silver filling his mind. Silver touching him, Silver’s flushed face, Silver’s mouth on his—

“Sebek, why didn’t you…oh, Seven!”

Sebek’s eyes shot open.

Silver—the real Silver—stood in the doorway.

Immediately Sebek covered—or tried to cover, which was difficult considering the state his cock was in—himself, while at the same moment Silver slammed the door shut. With himself still in the room.

Silver blinked, his pale skin reddening. “I’m sorry!” he said. “I thought—you didn’t answer my knock, and I just thought maybe you were distracted with training so I…”

Sebek’s eyebrow twitched. “Why are you still here!” he shouted.

Even worse, why was he still so hard!?

“Sorry,” Silver said. “Really, I…I shouldn’t have barged in.”

“No, you shouldn’t have!” Sebek shouted. Silver turned, his hand held out as though he were going to open the door again, finally leave like he should. Sebek took a shuddering breath. Silver turned his head, clearly still looking at him out of the corner of his eye. Staring, his gorgeous face framed by his silver hair.

Sebek couldn’t deny the rush of pleasure that came with that stare. Or, he realized, his superior fae vision roaming over Silver’s body, the realization that Silver now had a similar problem.

Sebek growled, desire he couldn’t name filling him. “You’re going to go out there like that?” he said.

Silver didn’t move. “Like what?” he said, his voice breathy.

“Don’t deny it,” Sebek said, his face hot. The thought of Silver stroking himself too…going back to his room and doing the same thing Sebek had been doing…the thought drove him wild, and he didn’t know how to deal with it. He hoped Silver didn’t see the sudden pump of precum that slicked his hand, still trying to ineffectually cover his erection. “You like looking at me, don’t you?” Sebek demanded. Silver’s eyes narrowed. “You probably came in here just to watch!”

“I had no idea you were…” Silver swallowed. “Doing that.”

Sebek huffed. “Well, it’s not like you don’t do it too!” he snapped. “If you want to stay here and pleasure yourself, giving in to your filthy lazy desires, I don’t mind!”

“Are you saying you want me to stay?” Silver asked, his voice infuriatingly calm.

“No!” Sebek snapped, and then hurriedly added as Silver turned back to the door. “Only that…that I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to watch me, since you obviously want to!”

Sebek’s heart pounded, his cock throbbing in his hand. He couldn’t believe this was happening, and half expected Silver to leave, which would be…fine. Expected. Silver would leave, Sebek would finish since he was so close anyway, and they would just never speak of it again.

Instead, Silver moved toward the bed.

Sebek shifted, still hiding his erection behind both hands, leaning back slightly in sudden nervousness. It eased when Silver sat on the floor, close but not too close. But definitely close enough that he could see.

Sebek swallowed, heart fluttering in his chest like one of those obnoxious little birds that always seemed to follow Silver around.

“Fine,” Silver said. He unbuttoned his pants with smooth, dexterous fingers, and Sebek’s gaze fixated on the sudden sight of Silver’s erection as he coaxed it out of his unbuttoned fly. “Yes, Sebek, I’d like to watch you.”

“Of—of course you would!” Sebek said. His brave words turned into a gasp as Silver began stroking himself on the floor below him, running his hands smoothly up and down his cock. He was big, Sebek realized, and he stroked himself confidently, as though he wasn’t embarrassed at all by Sebek’s gaze, by his own desire or urges.

It was infuriating as much as it was unbelievably sexy. Precum dribbled down Sebek’s cock, his desire a raging inferno, even as he couldn’t bring himself to start again. It was…Silver was so confident, so sure, and…

He was going to come almost as soon as he stroked himself again, he realized. Sebek whimpered.

“C’mon, Sebek,” Silver said, leaning forward slightly, moving his hand just a bit faster. He gasped, lips parting, as he swirled his thumb over his cockhead, precum beading at the perfect tip. “I want to watch you too.”

Trembling, Sebek stroked himself, featherlight touch. His hips jerked, precum dribbling onto his fingers, onto the bedspread beneath him. He was making a mess.

“C’mon, Sebek,” Silver repeated. He moved one hand up, pulling his shirt away from his neck, clearly hot. He kept stroking with the other. Sebek began to copy him, stroking a little harder, pleasure surging high. Too high. He had to stop, he couldn’t just come before Silver this fast. He was already close before Silver had even come in, and now his fantasy was in front of him, Silver on the floor in front of him, his head a foot away from his throbbing cock. Seven, it was too much. Better than any fantasy. His hand trembled, his hips shook. He choked back a moan, stopping his movements.

“Sebek,” Silver said with a small smile, that damned rare smile Sebek loved. “What, do you…need help?” He licked his lips, leaning forward just slightly.

Sebek lost it. He moved his hand one last time, and then erupted, thick ropes of cum shooting onto Silver’s face, over and over and over as his body shook, his long-awaited orgasm ripping through him. He tried to bite his lip to keep quiet but moaned anyway, hips jerking, one hand fisting the sheets below him as he shuddered and blew his thick load onto the man in front of him.

Silver blinked violet eyes, cum dripping from his forehead onto his eyelashes, and down his cheeks. He flicked out a tongue, and Sebek moaned, hips pumping one last time as the final shot caught Silver’s chin.

Oh, Seven, that had been one of the best orgasms Sebek had ever had. The evidence of it was all over Silver’s face.

“Ah…Sebek,” Silver said, under his breath, and then trembled. His eyes closed, cum still staining his face, as he came too. Sebek watched, panting as he came down from his own orgasm, while Silver shot his load between his fingers, cum staining his stomach and dripping down into the waistband of his pants.

Sebek breathed hard, unable to tear his gaze away even as the pleasure of his own orgasm faded. Silver was…he hated to admit it, but Silver cumming was beautiful. If he hadn’t just cum, he would now from the sight alone.

Silver took a few deep breaths, then gazed up at Sebek. Sebek’s face heated.

He hadn’t meant for a simple masturbation session to end like this. Maybe he should have sent Silver away. Told him to get out.

But…

“That was nice,” Silver said. He smiled, a shiver going down Sebek’s spine when Silver suddenly stood up. “Next time invite me first,” Silver said. “I can help you out a little more directly.”

Sebek cleared his throat. “I might just do that!” he managed to say. “Since you seem to want it so badly!”

Silver chuckled. “Now, do you have a cloth or something for the mess?” He lightly touched his cum-stained face.

Sebek blinked.

Shit.

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The clocks by his bedside ticked in unison, a sound some found annoying but Silver found rather peaceful. Not that he wanted peaceful right now.

His hand moved up and down his shaft, and Silver focused on sensation. The pillows he lay on were soft beneath his back and shoulders, and he leaned forward, huffing as he stroked faster. He wore his uniform, but his pants were unbuttoned, his cock in his hand. He didn’t want to get too comfortable. The pleasing tension, the pleasure steadily growing, was building quickly but not quickly enough.

“Hah…come on…” he licked his lips, teeth grit. His hips jerked slightly, sweat beading on his brow. Desire had clouded his mind all day, and now he had time to deal with it. But whenever he indulged in the comforting solitude of his room, it was all the more likely that instead of finding release by his own hand, he would…

There it was. The pleasure began to dull. An overwhelming fatigue crashed over him, a heaviness in his limbs that made him slow his hand. His cock ached, still craving the release, but it warred with a very familiar exhaustion.

Frustration and desire wasn’t enough. He probably shouldn’t have gotten so comfortable on his bed, should have gotten himself off somewhere else, but he had wanted to avoid making a mess. Then again, he realized as sleep claimed him, his last though sparking in his mind. He had forgotten to bring out the tissues.

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A bang came from far away, a sound in darkness. With it came a faint glow of feeling.

Arousal. He hadn’t finished. Maybe a dream…

Then screaming drove him fully awake.

“SILVER HOW CAN YOU FALL ASLEEP LIKE THAT!”

Silver’s eyes flew open. Sebek stared down at him, his fellow guard’s mouth open in shock, his finger pointed accusingly at Silver.

At Silver’s still-erect, weeping cock, where Silver’s left hand still rested.

Silver sat up hurriedly, face hot. “I…apologies, how long was I...” He wanted to tuck himself back into his pants, zip them up and pretend this hadn’t happened, but he was still erect, his body protesting the lack of satisfaction after a day’s worth of urges. Instead he covered himself with a pillow, hiding a small gasp at the sensation against his sensitive cock. The desire to cum clearly wasn’t going away anytime soon.

And most pressing of all, the source of many of the day’s urges was now staring down at him, his upper lip curled above his fang.

“You can’t even PLEASURE YOURSELF without falling asleep!?” he boomed, incredulous.

“Keep it down, Sebek!” Silver said. “Why are you even in my room? Didn’t you knock?”

“OF COURSE I KNOCKED! You didn’t answer because you were asleep, LIKE USUAL!” Sebek said. He crossed his arms, his gaze still fixed on the pillow on Silver’s lap, not meeting Silver’s eyes. “I cannot believe you would be so slovenly as to fall asleep like…” he swallowed, his face reddening. “With yourself so…”

“I didn’t intend for it to happen!” Silver said. With the way Sebek was staring, it was making it very difficult to try to maintain normalcy. He fought not to rock his hips against the pillow. “I…I wanted to finish first. I’m sorry you had to see…”

Sebek let out a small sound, a quiet noise Silver didn’t fully understand. Then he noticed that Sebek was beginning to suffer from the same problem he had, and recognized the quiet moan from what it was.

Oh. Maybe he shouldn’t be sorry after all.

“Sebek,” Silver said. “Do you want to…” he swallowed, but he knew Sebek well enough that he could predict how Sebek would react, preparing for the explosion. Maybe this was a bad idea, but he had to ask. “Do you want to watch me finish?”

“YOU PERVERT SILVER!” Sebek shouted, his face now entirely red, his fangs snapping. “How could you ask such a thing!” The obvious tent in his pants and his keen eyed gaze, which had never wavered from the pillow, undermined his shouting.

Coming from Sebek, that definitely wasn’t a no. “Or maybe you want to help then?” Silver asked.

Sebek gave a strangled noise before exploding again. “YOU WANT ME TO HELP YOU BECAUSE YOU CAN’T EVEN PLEASURE YOURSELF WITHOUT FALLING ASLEEP?!”

“Essentially, yes,” Silver said with a small smile. “I could help you too.” He pointed to Sebek’s enormous bulge, then turned the point into a slow stroke of his hand, mimicking what he would do. “Since you seem to like what you see.”

Sebek stuttered and stammered for a few moments, his face reddening to his ears, shifting his weight and giving a hitched moan. “FINE!” He suddenly shouted. “Since you so clearly need my assistance!”

That had gone even better than Silver thought it would.

“Great. Thank you, Sebek.” Silver drew the pillow away, revealing his erection, which hadn’t flagged in the last since Sebek had walked in. Maybe this was too sudden, or too shameless. But his body craved release. Besides, everything about Sebek, from his staring and his obvious erection and the fact that he had stayed into the room instead of leaving, which would have been the logical solution if he had truly been so scandalized, told him that this would be a very rewarding idea.

Sebek’s not so quiet moan at the sight of his cock only confirmed it.

Silver started to stroke, letting out a quiet sigh at the renewed sensation. With Sebek here, it was even better, the presence of his fellow guard, his closest companion, a man he found incredibly attractive, only spurring him on.

“Silver, you…” Sebek licked his lips. “So brazen...”

“It’s okay, Sebek,” Silver said. “It’s not like I haven’t heard you doing this before, all those times during training in the mountains…ah…” he stroked a bit faster at the memories, of times in tents after a hard day of training where he could hear Sebek stroking himself when he thought Silver asleep. “There’s no shame in it. It’s a natural thing.”

“It’s not natural to fall asleep and let just anyone see you!” Sebek hissed.

“It wasn’t just anyone. It was you.” Silver let out a soft gasp. The pleasure was beginning to build. “Do you want to just watch? Otherwise I might…I might come soon.”

“NO!” Silver jumped. “I mean, I want to…” Sebek let out a shuddering breath. “I want to help. Since you so clearly need it!”

Silver nodded, a wry smile on his lips. “Come here then.” It was a loss to take his hand off his cock, but he knew soon it would be even better. “Sit next to me.”

Silver stifled a laugh as Sebek attempted to sit next to him on the bed and unbutton his pants at the same time, resulting in a fumbling almost dance and finally a flop next to Silver with his pants around his ankles. His erection was gorgeous to look at, though, jutting proudly and already leaking precum, which dribbled down the girthy shaft. Sebek had clearly gotten more than a little excited.

Silver leaned closer, Sebek’s presence next to him—colder than another person, due to his fae heritage—solid and comforting. And, of course, incredibly arousing.

Sebek stiffened at first, then relaxed into it as Silver spoke. “This is going to be nice,” Silver said. “Thank you for helping.”

Sebek’s cock pumped precum at the words. “Of course!” he said. He held his hand up, reaching for Silver. “I’ll have you coming in no time!”

Silver’s gaze narrowed, just slightly. “Oh, I think you’ll come first.”

“Impossible!” Sebek shouted. “I will stroke you to completion far before me!” Trepidation gone at the issued challenge, Sebek wrapped his hand around Silver’s cock. Sensation rebounded, and Silver gasped. Sebek’s hands were callused, rough, and the slide of his hand immediately eclipsed anything Silver could do to himself. The sensation of someone else’s hand on his cock, the unexpected movements, and the fact that it was Sebek…

But he couldn’t give in so easily. Sebek was helping him, and he should return the favor. He reached over to Sebek, his hand crossing over Sebek’s arm, and wrapped his fingers around Sebek’s cock. Sebek immediately moaned, loudly, the sound vibrating in Silver’s head. Silver’s hand grew slick with more precum.

“You already seem close,” Silver remarked.

“Nonsense!” Sebek’s hips bucked into his hand, and then Sebek started stroking Silver faster, driving more heat and friction and delicious pleasure. “I’m not…” he moaned, the sound almost a growl. “I’m not close at all…” his eyes fluttered as Silver stroked him.

“Does it feel good?” Silver asked.

“Your hands are so soft,” Sebek said, his voice husky, and then cleared his throat. “They’re too soft! You must not train enough!”

Silver wanted to respond, but Sebek’s firm grip had him gasping, huffing, the pleasure spiraling. He responded by stroking Sebek faster, matching the pleasure he felt by moving his hand, even though the pleasure he was giving was to Sebek.

“Silver!” Sebek shouted, and Silver thought that would be it, but instead Sebek just snapped his hips, humping toward his hand. Sebek’s grip tightened on his cock, almost too hard, but with how close Silver was it only added to the pleasure. “Oh, yes, Silver!”

There was no way he would fall asleep with Sebek shouting like this, with Sebek gasping and moaning next to him. This had worked out far better than he even thought it would.

“Yes, Sebek,” Silver whispered. He kept stroking Sebek’s cock, using the precum to speed up his movements, even as he hunched forward, pleasure mounting and peaking at the tip of his cock. “Oh, Sebek, I think…”

It was too soon, he wanted more of this, more of Sebek, but he needed to cum.

Clearly, so did Sebek. “F-fuck,” Sebek shouted, and his other hand gripped the bedspread between them. His cock was firm in Silver’s hand, his body tensing.

“Sebek I’m coming,” Silver said in a rush, and then he was, and Sebek was bellowing next to him, cum fountaining beneath his fingers even as his own hips snapped and he pulsed over and over into Sebek’s hand. His body shook, the bed beneath him moving as Sebek shook too, hot cum spurting onto Silver’s hand. His own orgasm made him weaken his grip, and Sebek’s hand lapsed too, more of Sebek’s cum hitting his palm and his own running onto his stomach and hips. The simultaneous orgasms had them both gasping, Silver catching his breath, marveling at the sensation.

That was so much better than chasing a quick orgasm before sleeping.

“Oh wow,” Silver said when it was over, both men sitting on the edge of the bed, still breathing hard. “Sebek, that was…thank you.”

“Hmph.” Sebek grinned, fangs obvious. “Clearly, you desperately needed my help!”

“You’re right. That was so much better than doing it alone,” Silver said.

“In the future, you can come to me for help with such things!” Sebek said, face red.

“Thanks, Sebek,” Silver said. “I think I will.”

“Next time, I will make you come first,” Sebek added. “Though it does appear that I was able to cum more than you!”

Silver glanced at his hand, which was covered in Sebek’s cum. He had to admit, Sebek was probably right.

Although…

“Doesn’t that mean I gave you more pleasure, then?” Silver asked.

“NO IT DOES NOT!” Sebek shouted, Silver’s ears ringing. "NEXT TIME I WILL PROVE THAT I CAN BRING YOU VASTLY MORE PLEASURE!"

Silver just grinned.

With Sebek around, falling asleep before getting satisfaction would definitely be a thing of the past.

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The woman on screen moaned, the sound louder than Ace would have liked. He reached over and clicked the volume down button a few times, keeping his gaze fixed on the image of the hard cock pounding into her. The moaning sounded so fake.

The guy in the video gripped her hips, the muscles in his thighs flexing. Ace leaned forward, stroking his half-hard erection a few times, but the pleasure lapsed when the camera jolted to the woman’s boobs, and then back, jerky and distracting. He sighed.

His roommates, including Deuce, were out, so he had time to really enjoy himself in privacy for once. He just wished he could find a good video, but the stupid school firewall blocked everything but this crappy site.

He leaned back in his computer chair, angling the laptop so he could see it from his new position, making sure the box of tissues was close enough for him to grab when he needed one. He stroked a bit harder, trying to stay focused on the porn, even as the camera angled on a random pillow for a bit too long before moving back to the actors, now doing doggy style. Or, mostly, when the camera wasn’t randomly fixating on objects in the room. At least this was better than nothing.

His hand ran up and down his cock, but it felt as listless as the low-budget porno he was watching. Ugh. This wasn’t how he had envisioned his evening to himself. At this rate jerking off in the shower would have been more satisfying.

The woman onscreen moaned again, mingling with deep moans from the man, and Ace rolled his eyes. Low budget and bad acting, too. At least the guy seemed a little into it—Ace supposed you couldn’t fake an erection that big.

“Oh hey, what are you—wha!?”

Ace jumped in his chair and glanced over his shoulder, heart suddenly racing. “DEUCE?” He shouted. “What are you doing here!?”

Ace darted his hand to slam the laptop closed, missing and instead knocking over his box of tissues onto the floor. Another badly acted moan rang out from the laptop.

“Are you watching porn?” Deuce asked, a blush staining his cheeks.

It would be pointless to hide it now. “No, it’s homework,” Ace said, sarcasm dripping from the words.

“Really?”

Ace resisted the urge to put his head in his hands. “NO! I thought you were supposed to be at track practice!” Deuce wore his athletic clothes, his shorts stopping at mid-thigh, showing off his muscular legs. They looked even nicer than the man in the video’s.

Where had that thought even come from? Clearly he still needed to jerk off.

“Vargas let us go early because…wow, that guy has a huge dick,” Deuce said, not even looking at Ace. Onscreen, the guy had pulled out and now the woman was intermittently licking and sucking him. That didn’t seem sanitary after he had been inside her.

“Uh, yeah. Most guys in porn do.” Ace couldn’t help but notice that his roommate’s short shorts didn’t hide much. From his spot in his computer chair, Deuce standing just behind him while Ace looked over his shoulder, he could tell Deuce was getting hard, an obvious tent forming as he stared at Ace’s laptop.

Ace smirked. He had to admit, this was more entertaining than the video. Maybe he could still bust the nut he needed. If they both jerked off, no biggie. After all, it was just Deuce.

“So, guess you’d rather watch porn than run, eh?”

Deuce met his eyes finally and then put his hands over himself. “No, there was flooding on the track and…I’m not…I have homework to do!”

“Feel free then,” Ace said. “Your desk is across the room.”

“You’re just going to…jerk off still?” Deuce asked.

Ace snorted. “I mean, I could, but I figure it’d be better for me to turn this off. You know, orgasming can help improve focus and memory, but it’s probably best if—”

“It can?” Deuce asked, falling for it immediately. Well, it wasn’t like it was totally untrue. But still.

“Yeah, for sure,” Ace said. He spread his legs a little, the urge to keep stroking growing a little more intense at the look on Deuce’s face. He was studying…well, the computer, really, but the look in his eyes, his flushed cheeks, and a guilty glance toward Ace and then back…

“I’ll let you watch with me,” Ace said. “Just, you know, don’t make a mess or anything.” He pointed to the tissues, which were still on the floor. “Shit.” He leaned down to grab them, only his quick reflexes helping him place them back on the desk when they threatened to tumble out of his hands again. He was nervous, damnit. Was this weird, jacking off with a roommate? Then again, he reminded himself, it was just Deuce.

But would he actually agree?

“Is porn…allowed?” Deuce asked, his eyes wide. “I thought the school blocked it. It doesn’t seem like something an honor student would do…”

That honor student stuff again. “It’s just a crappy site the school does allow,” Ace said. Well, it was probably only allowed because the firewall didn’t even register it, but Deuce didn’t have to know that. “And believe me, everyone here jerks off. One time I even caught Silver sleeping in the woods with his dick in his hand. You’re telling me you haven’t?”

Deuce blinked. “Caught Silver with his dick in his hand?”

Oh wow. “No, I mean jerk off!” Ace said with a shake of his head.

“No, I do,” the admission sent a wave of heat through Ace. “it’s just…I want to be someone my mom would be proud of.” Oof, bringing up his mom was a major boner killer. “Not the same guy jerking off with other guys in his gang to weird porn.”

Ace blinked, his eyes going wide and his cock throbbing at the mental image. “Man, you did a whole circle jerk?”

“A what?”

Ace sighed. “When you jerk off with other guys. You know. You all get in the mood, or put on some porn, and you jerk off. Kind of like…well, what we could do.” Deuce’s eyes narrowed, and Ace spoke hurriedly. He didn’t want to lose him. “This isn’t a gang, and it’s not weird porn.” It was kinda crappy, but not weird. “It’s just two roommates, you know, getting pleasure while we can to destress from our studies. And like I said, a good orgasm can help with concentration! It’s healthy!”

Deuce put his chin in his hand. “So…it could help me remember things for class?”

“Sure!”

Deuce stared for a few more minutes, while the scene changed. Now the woman was riding the man. Deuce let out a breath, his cheeks reddening again. “This is kinda hot,” he said.

“See?” Ace said. “Grab your chair. Let’s…” he swallowed down a bit of nervousness. “Let’s do this before our other roommates get back.”

Ace tried to focus on the porn while Deuce wheeled over his computer chair, close enough that he could see the screen and sit down comfortably. Oh man. He was awfully close to Ace, right in his eyeline.

Ace knew it was probably against the bro code to look, but he couldn’t help it when Deuce slid his track pants down his hips, revealing his dick.

Shit, what a dick. It didn’t look even half hard, but it was thick and long, filling Deuce’s whole hand when he grabbed it and gave a few strokes. Ace sucked in a breath, his own cock hardening fully.

Blue eyes met his, and Ace snapped his gaze back to the computer screen. “Oh man, this is hot, huh?” he managed.

“Sure,” Deuce said. “Kinda bad sound though.”

“Y-yeah.” Ace started stroking in earnest, his pounding heart from nerves starting to slow as he tried to focus on the sensation. Deuce was right there next to him. He could hear Deuce, hear the sound of his hand stroking his thicker, longer cock. Deuce only wore his running clothes, which didn’t hide much. His arm muscles flexed when he stroked, muscles in stark definition. His thighs tensed, visible because his shorts were so short. His cock was fully hard now, huge and impressive.

Another flash of blue when Deuce caught his eye.

Crap, he was staring. Again. Face red hot, Ace focused again on the grainy porn footage. The camera was focused on the woman’s bouncing breasts, and then the camera jumped to a random shot of a curtain. Ace closed his eyes instead, trying to just feel. He should stroke faster. This was…it wasn’t weird, but something about it made it both more and less exciting. He had no idea how long he would last.

Deuce grunted next to him, and pleasure surged, Ace moving his hand faster. He opened his eyes, and this time he noticed Deuce staring at him, the other man’s eyes fixed on his cock, his hand. Ace let out a quiet moan.

Deuce snapped his own gaze back to the computer. Ace took in a few more moments of the vision of Deuce, his hand moving on his cock, the way his tongue was sticking out of his mouth now on his lips, before turning back, not even taking in whatever the porno was showing.

Ace groaned as the pleasure began to build. The porn was quiet, probably getting to the climax, he was sure, but he wasn’t that close, not yet. But what helped was quick glances at Deuce, at the other man jerking off just as he was, chasing that pleasure that Ace knew so well. Who knew Deuce had so many muscles? Who knew he could look so…

Deuce looked back, and then their eyes met briefly. This time Ace didn’t look away, not completely, but dropped his gaze, watching Deuce. When he glanced back up, Deuce was clearly staring at him.

Deuce’s cock wasn’t wet like his cock was, no precum spurting, but his hand moved fast, his cock revealed with each stroke, the head growing red. He looked so firm, so hot. Ace stroked himself too, in time with Deuce, matching his pace to the other man’s. His arm muscle complained slightly, and Ace found himself snapping his hips. This was so much better than before.

“Fuck, this feels good, right?” he said aloud.

“Yeah….I…” Deuce gasped, and Ace’s cock dribbled precum at the huskiness in Deuce’s voice. “Yeah, it feels really good.”

Ace stroked faster, leaning forward slightly in his chair, precum dripping between his fingers. He gave a small moan, twisting his wrist as he stroked, pleasure surging.

“Did you come already?” Deuce asked. “You’re so…wet.”

Ace was too far gone to roll his eyes. “It’s precum,” he said, his words coming out between small gasps. “It’s…” there was no fucking way he was going to remember health class right now. “It’s because it feels good.”

“Yeah,” Deuce said, licking his lips as he gave a small groan. "It really does." His hand moved faster, Ace's gaze riveted. Deuce's whole body seemed to move with his cock, his muscles flexing, and he let out a groan, leaning back in his chair. “Oh man," he said, his voice strained. "I’m gonna… I need a tissue.”

Oh fuck. That statement made Ace stroke himself harder, faster. Suddenly the timeline of his orgasm was obvious, and it was soon. “They’re right there, man,” Ace said, not wanting to stop.

“I…I can’t reach,” Deuce said. Ace wanted to grumble at him that he could just stand up, but he didn’t. Instead he kept his hand moving, feeling the pleasure surge higher and higher, as Deuce’s blue eyes fluttered shut and he gasped. His abs flexed, and the girthy, throbbing cock in his hand spurted its first thick rope of cum, so hard it arced from Deuce’s chair onto the desk where the laptop sat.

Oh fuck. It was just Deuce, how was this so hot?! This had started off as a trick, or a prank, or something, but now…

Maybe it was just his trick had worked a little too well.

As Ace stared at Deuce, unable to look away as Deuce shuddered and came, shooting rope after rope of cum, his own pleasure peaked. His orgasm hit fast and hard, harder than any he had in recent memory, and Ace shuddered and moaned louder than the woman in the video had earlier. He fumbled for the tissues, managing to catch the worst of it, but one tissue wasn’t enough. He soaked through it in two shots and then more dripped through his fingers, onto his chair, onto the floor. He made less of a mess than Deuce, though, who had covered the edge of the desk and the floor in his cum.

When it was finally over, Ace sat panting in his soaked chair, his heart pounding. That had been…way better than he expected. Even if it was just Deuce.

No, he had to admit. It had been better because Deuce had been there.

“Uh,” he said, trying to salvage something normal out of this. Anything. “That was a good porno, huh?”

Deuce blinked, a familiar look of confusion over his features. Ace followed his gaze to the laptop.

It displayed the same image of the random shot of the curtain from several minutes ago, clearly having frozen halfway through.

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Vil let his blue silk robe slide off his body, enjoying the soft rush of it against his skin as it flowed down his shoulders and hips. He caught it in one hand, well-manicured fingernails curling as he folded it carefully and hung it on the chair next to his vanity.

Now naked, Vil paused for a moment, looking at himself in the mirror. He had foregone using a hair-dryer today, careful not to damage his hair by overusing it, and now hair slightly damp from the shower provided a cooling complement when it dripped water onto his shoulders.  The drops slid down his slim but well-muscled frame, and he shivered slightly at the sensation.

Vil closed his eyes briefly. He was gorgeous, to be sure, and he enjoyed what he saw in the mirror, but the sensation had lit a spark, and he focused on that. His body looked good. His body felt good. He was an alluring man, a virile siren, and he smiled in the mirror.

As he watched, his cock began to rise, the perfect complement to complete the image. His cock was big, he knew, bigger than would be expected on a frame like his, a solid eight inches with impressive girth. Not that any of his fans would ever see it, or see him like this. It was almost a shame that beauty like this was for him alone. The knowledge that he was gorgeous, even naked, even when his pale skin was flushed with arousal, made his enormous cock begin to ache with need.

Vil took a box of scented tissues and a vial of lotion from a drawer in his vanity, and moved to the bed. Indulging in self-pleasure was a vital part of one’s beauty routine, after all. It relaxed the body and helped to achieve restful sleep.

Placing the items on the bedspread, Vil let himself fall onto the soft comforter, careful to make sure his hair splayed across the pillow. He let out a soft breath, relishing the feel of the cloth on his skin. His cock throbbed suddenly, and he sighed in surprise at the sudden eagerness and lust that was suffusing him. When was the last time he had done this? Perhaps it had been too long. With a schedule like his, he needed all the relaxation he could get when he had time.

Vil adjusted his shoulders on the pillows, making sure he was comfortable, before taking hold of the bottle of lotion. He coated his hands in it, careful not to spill a drop.

When he touched himself, wrapping his fingers around his long dick, he couldn’t help the small moan, a soft “oh.” He began to stroke, falling into a rhythm, his hand moving up and down his long shaft. His cock hardened fully beneath his fingers in seconds, warmth cascading up and down, tension building. Making one’s own body feel good was a wonderful reward for beauty.

Vil stroked, and stroked, his hand soft around his cock, but while it felt good, something was missing. He tried to focus on sensation, and it helped, but while his hand sped up, he couldn’t quite catch the sharp edge of pleasure that would promise to spiral into a satisfying conclusion. He tried to imagine other things, gorgeous men and their luscious cocks, but even then, his pleasure didn’t increase. Not enough. He huffed as he stroked, a bit of sweat forming at his temples. His eyes shut as he focused on what his body was telling him. Sometimes it took a while, was all. He just needed…he needed…

“So beautiful, Roi du Poison.”

Vil’s eyes flew open. Rook sat in his window, the blond man seated on the sill, leaning against the frame.

Vil stared in shock, his eyes narrowed, heart pounding. But somehow, the anger he expected didn’t come.

Rook shook his head, his face red, holding his hands out as if in surrender. “I am sorry, Ru du Poison. I was merely sitting in a nearby tree, and I could not help but notice you through the window. I was overcome by your beauty.” His face grew redder as he spoke, his sharp green eyes fixed on Vil. “You are resplendent, Ru du Poison, and I felt I must tell you that your room is visible to the outside, where anyone may be flying, and come clean with my perversion.” The last word was accented with a flair. “Now only say the word go, with those beautiful lips, and I will be gone, and will not disturb your beautiful self-care.”

Vil took a deep breath. He should be angry. He should be reacting like he did when crazed fans shrieked at him, or wanted to grab his belongings, grab at him, with that inner feeling of revulsion even while he plastered on a smile. Honest or not, what Rook had done was a violation of his privacy. Most people didn’t hover on their brooms or sit in trees such that they could see into people’s windows!

And yet, he didn’t feel any of that. All he wanted to do was keep going, Rook’s eyes on him making his cock throb insistently in his hand.

He was a performer, after all. Rook had always been his biggest fan.

“Stay,” Vil said.

Rook’s eyes went wide. “Ru du Poison—”

“Watch me,” Vil commanded, and he began to stroke again. “That is what you want, isn’t it?”

“Oh, my beautiful Vil,” Rook said, and moved out of the window, his clothing swaying around him as he stood. He closed the curtains behind him before moving toward the bed, kneeling down on the ground, dipping his head as if kneeling to a queen. “Of course it is what I want, but I never dreamed…I am forever grateful.”

Vil stroked himself harder, his cock thick in his hand. He was careful, though, stroking just enough to peak his pleasure, enjoying the sensation not only of his hand but of Rook’s eyes on him, the sight of Rook on the ground, those glittering green eyes as they watched every movement he made. Vil sat up further on the pillows, tossing his head so that his hair draped across it, spreading his legs further to show off his taut muscles.

“So beautiful,” Rook whispered. He wore his flowing pomefiore uniform, but when he moved, Vil could see the obvious outline of his erection, the bulge revealed. Heat flashed through Vil. He was causing that.

He was beautiful. The fairest of all. The sexiest of all. A different kind of beauty, a beauty that lured men to his window and made them kneel on his floor, their cocks begging for his attention.

“Show me how beautiful I am,” Vil said.

Rook slid his pants down, revealing his erection, a perfectly serviceable cock that was already weeping precum. “It is not as grand as yours, Ru du Poison,” he said, “But please, I want to…”

“Show me,” Vil repeated. “And then I’ll reward you.”

He wanted to see it too. The effect he had.

Rook began to stroke himself, and unlike Vil, his movements were more frantic, precum slicking his hands. He never stopped watching Vil as Vil moved his own hand languidly, teasing himself, moving his other hand luridly up his thighs, his abdomen, and up to his nipples. His own touch brought pleasure, but even better was the effect it had on Rook.

His little voyeur, Rook, who appreciated his beauty the way no one else could. He couldn’t afford to let anyone else see him like this, splayed on his bed, touching himself, his enormous cock twitching in his hand, release imminent. But Rook…well, he had already seen it, so what was the harm? Rook was trustworthy. He could enjoy this.

“Ru du Poison…” Rook whispered, leaning forward as he stroked himself on the floor, his hand moving even faster. “I…Oh Vil…” Rook groaned when Vil slowed his strokes, teasing his own cock, catching a dollop of precum and bringing it to his lips. He licked his finger, then smiled.

“Oh beaute, beaute, beaute…” Rook gasped, his gaze fixed on Vil. “Vil, I cannot contain myself much longer….”

Vil went back to stroking, leaning back on the pillow. He moved his hand faster, chasing his pleasure, the pleasure of his hand, of being so beautiful that Rook was panting and gasping just from watching him. The pleasure of being watched.

“I could watch you forever,” Rook said. “Oh, if only I could.” His hips jerked in his hand, his face red. “Oh Vil, if only I could hold off this little death, and enjoy this moment for eternity.”

Vil stroked himself harder, Rook’s words coiling in his loins, adding to his desire, the heat in his body. He sat up, no longer laying down on the pillows but sitting on the bed on his knees, and began to move his hips, too, mimicking sex, showing off the muscles in his ass and thighs. He arched his back, his cock displayed as he pleasured himself, his huge cock a source of pride that he could never reveal to anyone. Until now.

“Oh, Vil, merci, merci, merci!” Rook gasped, his hips jerking, before cum fountained from his cock. He leaned over his cloth cape, staining it with long ropes of cum, still staring at Vil even as he succumbed.

Vil’s cock throbbed at the sight. He stroked faster, that edge of pleasure achieved, his own orgasm past the point of no return. He moved to a regular sitting position, then lay back on the pillows, getting comfortable even as his body warned him he was about to cum. He took a deep breath, in control even as his body began to tense, preparing to shoot his load, and carefully took a handful of the tissues. He made it just in time, and he let out a small moan as he began to spurt, his girthy cock shooting its first pulse so hard it threatened to spill over his hands, soaking the wad of tissues. More came, Vil’s eyes fluttering shut as the orgasm went on, more potent than any he remembered before.

“So beautiful, Vil, such glowing beauty!” Rook whispered as Vil came, his body shaking, cum dripping between his fingers onto his stomach, pooling onto the bedspread. He didn’t usually come this much, this hard, making a mess like this, but through it all, Rook stared as though he beheld something wondrous.

Vil took a few deep breaths, his heart thudding in his chest as he came down, a light sheen of sweat beading his forehead. “Rook,” he said.

“Yes, Ru du Poison,” Rook replied.

“Thank you,” he said. “You made that…more enjoyable.”

It felt strange to say it. But Rook, despite his…peculiarities, made him feel truly beautiful, in a way no amount of tabloids and fans could.

“I am the one who must thank you,” Rook said. “No one can ever measure up to you.”

Vil smiled.

He was sure that was true. After all, Neige would never do something like this.  

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Idia loved his alone time. Sure, Ortho might enjoy going out and doing club activities, and plenty of normies enjoyed spending time with other people, but Idia had everything he needed right here. A box of tissues, a comfortable room and a locked door, a powerful rig, and a hard drive filled with all of his favorite videos. And of course, total privacy.

There was nothing more important than privacy.

Idia leaned back in his gaming chair, reclining all the way. He slowly unzipped his tight pants, pushing them and his underwear off as he got comfortable. His hair flickered, but it didn’t do much to compete with the light from the computer screen.

Ortho was gone all night, and Idia was going to goon as much as he wanted.

A click of his mouse, and Idia grinned, sharp teeth showing. This was one of his favorite hentai videos. A little kinky, but nothing over the top this early in the night. He may have about 200 gigs of porn on his hardrive, but he liked to think he wasn’t a total degenerate.

That could always come later.

On the screen, a shirtless man was shackled to a wall, a gag in his mouth. Another man loomed over him, a smile on his face while he tilted the chained man’s head up. A slow lick of his lips.

Idia leaned forward, taking his hardening cock in hand. He had seen this one so many times he could practically replay it in his mind when he closed his eyes, and the anticipation had him stroking himself to full readiness. Maybe it was predictable, but there was nothing wrong with that. It was safe, a good way to start, and so, so hot.

His stroking sped up as the scene played out, the man’s moans filling his ears. There was the snap of the chains as the dominant man let the gagged man free, and then the huffing breath as the gag was removed. The half-hearted gasp—the gagged man didn’t have the best voice actor, Idia had to admit, but that didn’t matter. His cock was huge when his pants were ripped off, proportions no real actor could ever match.

Idia let out a gasp of his own as his pleasure began to mount. He loved looking at huge cocks. There was nothing better than hentai—anything was possible.

This is where it got good. Idia could practically recite the man’s words as the hentai played out, the precursor to the best scene, when the tables turned and the dominant man was the one who took that giant cock. “Now,” Idia whispered under his breath, leaning further forward as he stroked faster. “Why don’t we—”

The words never finished leaving his lips before the world spun, the light of his computer screen vanishing. Idia’s whisper turned to a shriek, and then his bare ass hit a cold stone floor.

A cold stone floor, in a dark room, candelabras lining the walls. A dark forest stretched into the distance out of a window to his left. A plush four-poster bed to his right. And standing in front of him…

Malleus Draconia, the firelight glinting off his one good horn, stared down at him with wide green eyes.

Idia’s gamer mind swept through possibilities. Malleus had overblotted again. No, clearly not, he looked human and not drippy and menacing—or at least, not as menacing. Maybe he had fallen asleep and this was a dream, but his ass hurt from the fall, so probably not. Maybe Malleus was furious with him and had dragged him here to get revenge after his overblot, although the overblot had been months ago and the somewhat confused look on Malleus’s face didn’t lend much credence to that theory. So that meant….

It meant…

Idia’s still-erect, traitorous cock leaked precum, some of it sliding down his shaft. Malleus’s slitted pupils flicked. He was staring at it.

Idia made a strangled “eep” sound.

Malleus spoke, his voice deep and sonorous. “I had meant to summon my phone to my location. I believe,” Malleus put a hand to his head as though it pained him, his fingers brushing the broken horn. “That my spell didn’t work quite as intended.”

“Y-you don’t say,” Idia managed.

“I know we have discussed that it is inappropriate to summon humans as though they are objects.” He was still staring at Idia’s erection, and Idia’s hair was burning bright pink as shock was beginning to give way. “I must ask…did this summoning result in your…aroused state?” he motioned low.

Maybe if he closed his eyes, he would wake up back in his room. Or maybe even in a different universe, like Yuu had, and he would begin his own isekai adventure where omega-level mages didn’t stare at his erect penis.

Wait, wasn’t that how a lot of isekai he watched ended up anyway?

When he opened his eyes, Malleus was still staring. There was no getting out of this.

“I was…busy,” Idia mumbled, dipping his head so his hair fell in front of his face.  He motioned limply to his cock. “You know.”

Malleus blinked, and then his eyes widened. “Oh. With self-pleasure?”

Idia put his face in his hands. Of course Malleus had assumed Idia was alone. “Yes.”

“I see.” Idia blinked up at him. Malleus stood stiffly, his head tilted—no, it was just the broken horn making it look that way. His jaw was set, his brows furrowed as though something, maybe his horn, still pained him.

Or…Did Malleus actually feel bad about this?

“Perhaps…I could assist?”

Idia froze, slowly lowering his hands from his face, blue eyes peeking up at Malleus.

“I made an error summoning you here, and I have interrupted your self-pleasure. It is fitting that I make it up to you, is it not?”

“I…I…I…” Was this seriously happening!? This was so completely sus. In what universe did Malleus think Idia would just agree to a guy helping him get off because…

Wait, why was he thinking about saying no!? Malleus was going to help him get off!

“Okay,” Idia squeaked.

Malleus smiled, sharp, needle-like fangs showing. “Most excellent.”

Malleus approached, his steps clacking on stone, and Idia warred with a desire to curl into a ball and absolutely die. This was Malleus Draconia, the super OP final boss!

Malleus peered down at him. “Do humans typically do this sort of thing on the floor?”

Idia took in a shaky breath. “No, I was in a comfortable chair. Until…”

“I see.” Magic flared.

 Idia scooted backwards, shaking a hand and scrambling to his feet. “No, no, no, I can stand on my own! Let me just…” His eyes widened, his mouth falling shut.

Malleus stood naked, one eyebrow raised. Black scales dotted milky-white skin at his collarbone and at his groin, framing his thick cock, which was still only half-hard but was already bigger than Idia’s. “Is there a problem?”

“Um,” Idia said. Yes, there were so many problems with this scenario. No one’s cock could be that big when it wasn’t even fully hard. Malleus was stupidly OP in his charisma stat. Also, he still expected to wake up from a dream at any moment. “No.”

“Then let us begin,” Malleus said.

Idia didn’t move. What was Malleus going to do!?

“Do humans typically do this standing?” Malleus asked, his gaze flicking to the bed.

Oh. Right.

Excitement warred with dread warred with disbelief as Idia strode toward the four-poster bed. The spiraling carved wood beams and the hanging curtains were both inviting and seemed like a prison as he sat down, his poor confused cock still hard. He wished he were back in his room, or had some sort of gamer manual for this. What did Malleus mean by assistance? He could just ask, but without his tablet to hide behind, and with how scared and aroused he was—what this what people meant online about being scaroused?—he couldn’t speak.

This was why watching was easier!

Malleus’s weight depressed the mattress next to Idia. Firelight made his milky skin glow, stark against his ebony hair and dark fingernails. “Humans use their hands, yes?”

Idia wanted to ask what the fae used if not their hands, but instead just managed “yeep.”

His body tensed when Malleus reached for him. For a moment Idia wanted to scream to stop, that he wasn’t ready for this level of extroversion, for being with another person, and that he was perfectly fine with doing this himself and he didn’t need Malleus Draconia the super OP mage to stroke his dick for him, magic mistake or not, and…

“Oh,” he sighed, as Malleus wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke.

Idia was very good at bringing himself pleasure. He did it often, watching all sorts of videos, and knew well the touch of his own hand. He knew exactly what he liked, exactly where to stroke when he wanted to come quickly or when he wanted to draw it out. But another person…Malleus…

It was entirely different. And Idia almost didn’t want to admit it, but....it was better.

Malleus’s hand was strong, but the skin was soft, and his touch was almost…tentative. Pleasure would build, but in a way Idia couldn’t predict, and Malleus wouldn’t react to until Idia gave a soft gasp. Or…

He moaned when Malleus’s fingers brushed the head of his cock, and then clapped a hand over his mouth, his hair flaring pink.

“That means it feels good, does it not?” Malleus asked, his eyes gleaming.

Idia just nodded, and then he caught sight of Malleus’s cock. It was fully hard now too, and Idia’s heart thudded, his mouth going dry.

Malleus put the guy in his hentai to shame. That thing must be--

Malleus’s hand began to move faster, and Idia choked back another moan, internal measurements forgotten. His hips snapped of their own accord into Malleus’s hand, and Idia blushed furiously, his hair turning pinkish-red. Was he seriously moaning and thrusting toward Malleus like some sort of noob? Granted, he was a noob at doing this with another person, but still!

Malleus simply put his other hand on Idia’s hips, quiet strength keeping him still. Idia’s heart fluttered in his chest.

Malleus licked his lips. Then he leaned down, his hand still moving, his other hand pinning Idia’s hips in place by pressing on his right thigh. He opened his mouth, licking his lips again with a tongue that was seriously too long for his mouth.

Idia had a moment to remember. Oh yeah, he’s some sort of dragon.

He licked Idia, up and down Idia’s shaft, with that strange draconic tongue, magic flaring to make the transformation or maybe undo the transformation that made him look human, but whatever it was, Idia couldn’t take it anymore. His cock wrapped in a hot, wet tongue, sliding and teasing his head, alternating with a soft hand and firm licks…

Idia threw his head back and moaned again, unabashed and loud.

Malleus chuckled, drawing his head back. “It does feel good, doesn’t it?”

Idia’s face felt as hot as his hair looked. How was he supposed to hold back when Malleus used OP skills like that?

No, he couldn’t think like some scrub. How many times he had he sat at his computer, stroking himself while watching the best ecchi, hentai, and pornography? He could handle this.

His gaze flicked to Malleus’s cock. That giant, towering thing, scales at the base, impossibly long and thick. Was that because he was a dragon too?

Idia reached for it as Malleus kept stroking him, and stroked Malleus too.

“Oh,” Malleus gasped.

This was a two-player game, after all.

Malleus was so big that Idia’s hand could only just wrap around his girthy cock, and he had to move his arm to stroke up and down the shaft. Seriously, Malleus was like a walking hentai character.

He reacted like one, too. Malleus gasped, his hand on Idia stuttering in his movements, his grip on Idia’s thigh slackening. He angled his hips toward Idia, breathing out shakily.

Idia grinned, his sharp teeth showing. His gooning skills were coming in handy.

He stroked Malleus the way he stroked himself when he was watching something bland, starting slow and working his way toward climax steadily. It was a bit of an adjustment, considering how big Malleus was and that Idia had to focus past his own pleasure, but he had gamed enough times while staring at well-designed character’s asses that he could probably do anything while being near orgasm himself.  

“Oh, you are…” Malleus bent his head, his horns low, and his hips bucked. “You are well-practiced at this.”

Idia’s grin grew wider. He felt like the guy in his hentai, chained up and gagged at first, but then turning the tables on the so called “dom” guy and making him cum on his own face. Malleus leaned to the side against Idia’s shoulder as if so overcome with pleasure he had to lean on his partner, his cock thrusting toward Idia, still wrapped in Idia’s hand.

Malleus wasn’t so scary and OP. Malleus had been the super OP final boss, but now he had joined the party and was brought down to normal power levels.

Idia slowed his pace, teasing the head of Malleus’s cock.

Something waved by his face, and Idia glanced up to see a draconic tail, wicked spikes up and down the length. When he glanced back, Malleus was staring at him, his eyes gleaming and the pupils blown. Sparks of flame trailed from his fanged mouth when he spoke.

“Do not stop.”

Idia nodded, eyes wide, and went right back to stroking at a faster pace.

“Ah…” Malleus’s hips bucked in his hand, the whole bed jolting with his strength, and Idia stifled a whimper. Malleus stroked him too, and began to match Idia’s pace, mimicking Idia’s movements. His touch grew forceful, but not painful, an amount of pressure Idia wasn’t used to but felt shockingly good.

Idia moaned again, not holding back either the movements of his hand or his own moans. Malleus’s hand kept moving too, faster, Malleus’s body shifting as Idia stroked as if to help him get the speed he needed on a much larger cock. Or maybe he was fighting back the urge to thrust again and break the bed. Either way, Idia couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop.

And he didn’t want to. This whole entire experience had started off majorly sus, but now, it was…

It was so good. Malleus’s movements were different, unexpected, his hands strong and quick and his body leaning toward Idia, that enormous cock thrusting in his hand, something to watch while he felt Malleus’s movements too. Malleus was power, but restrained, bursting at the seams in a way that forced Idia to not look away. It was pleasure and intensity and fear that were building together, too much.

Idia moaned again. His orgasm was coming, too fast, and he couldn’t do anything about it. He clenched his teeth, and had a moment to gasp “Malleus, I’m going to--!”

His hand tightened around Malleus’s cock, and then Idia came, spurts of cum shooting over Malleus’s hand onto the floor. His body shook, the orgasm stronger than anything he could remember, the pleasure peaking and shooting in heavy ropes.

That had been--

And then Malleus came, that enormous cock erupting with a firehose of cum onto Idia’s face. Rope after rope spurted into his face, his hair, his chest, as Malleus gasped out his pleasure, soaking Idia completely in thick spurts.

“Ah,” Malleus moaned, more cum hitting Idia in the face one last time. Malleus gasped, his gasp ending in a rush of fire. “Ah, that was…” he breathed in, shuddering. “That was most satisfying. Was it enjoyable for…oh.”

Idia blinked, cum dripping from his eyelashes.

Malleus really was like a hentai character.

***

“I could have used magic to clean you off,” Malleus said.

“Not necessary!” Idia squeaked, giving his hair one more rinse with the towel Malleus had procured. “I can handle things from here.”

“Allow me to apologize,” Malleus said. At least he looked human again—or as human as Malleus could look. No freaky tail or super long tongue. “Bringing you here was unintended, as I said. I merely wanted to summon my phone. And after seeing your aroused state, I thought such a thing would be enjoyable for you. Was that the case?”

Idia sighed. “Of course it was.” He would have mental gooning material for months after this, no hentai needed.

“I am glad. It was much more enjoyable with a partner. I am used to doing such things alone.” Yeah, that was typically how it worked. But Malleus’s gaze grew distant. “Being alone has felt different, of late. Since…”

The overblot, obviously, but Idia didn’t need to say it. “Um…were you thinking about being lonely when you tried to summon your phone?” Idia asked.

Malleus’s mouth turned down. “I do not believe so.”

“Press X to doubt.”

“You use strange words, Shroud.”

“I mean maybe since you have more emotion now after your overblot, it might affect how your spells function. That’s all.”

“Hm.” Malleus gave a slow nod. “Would you like me to send you back to your room?”

Idia briefly weighed the possibility of ending up safely in his room vs the possibility of ending up somewhere completely random with no pants on. “Um, I think I’ll walk.”

“If you wish.” Malleus inclined his head, his gaze roving over Idia. “I will procure you a pair of clothes to borrow. I will ask Sebek—his clothes will most likely fit you better than mine.”

Idia’s eyes went wide as he realized the extent of his imminent walk of shame. “Wait—!”

Malleus vanished in a twinkle.

Idia slouched against the wall. Then he sank to the floor, putting his head in his hands, when he heard Sebek’s scream echo through Diasomnia.