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'Grandfell, please. We need to go to bed~,' Hoyeol pleaded, clutching Grandfell's arm as he was dragged along.

See, they've been following their strict schedule for far, and he means far, too long. The only rest they've allowed themselves are the small tea times in the afternoon. And as restful as those tea times are, it's not the kind of reprieve Hoyeol was really looking for, if you know what he meant.

Wink wink, nudge nudge and stuff.

The damn World Tree blessing. He's grateful for it, of course. Without it, there was no way he would be alive today but…

'We haven't slept for days!!' Hoyeol cried, shaking his fist at the sky. He was fed up with this! If Grandfell decided to go one more day without sleep, Hoyeol swore that he'd go on strike.

"It is improper to commit such actions upon a body that is not one's own," Grandfell murmured, passing a flock of Player mages that inhabited the Mage Tower's lower halls.

'We don't even need to— you know! We could just go to sleep? Nothing wrong with that, right, Mister Oh Righteous?'

"We will speak about this matter later," Grandfell huffed, pushing open the doors to their office. "Right now, we need to focus on work."

Hoyeol gazed despairingly at the towers of papers on his desk. It was the end of their work day, everything was already dealt with and yet—

A childish whine escaped Hoyeol. He's definitely going to go on strike tonight…

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Hoyeol is splayed on the ground by the time they finish all of their work.

"Senior Mage Bensch, rejected. Improper reasoning for leaving the Tower. Try better next time," Grandfell tells to nobody in particular.

Amusement blooms in Hoyeol's chest. It's always Senior Mage Bensch, isn't it. Poor guy just can't seem to catch a break. Although, it is his fault for trying to take out the [Miniature Sun] in nearly every request letter he sends.

Stretching out his back, Hoyeol groans as his spine pops pleasantly. Time to go home! Ah~ a hot shower would be nice! Harkon even notified us that our presence wasn't required for today, so they could go home extra early!

Grandfell let out a huff of air, "Don't forget there are other tasks we must ensure to complete before down time."

'Yeah, don't worry. I didn't forget. Is it wrong to look forward to something?' Hoyeol pouts, ignoring the prickling just beneath his skin.

Hmph, maybe he'd have to scrap the hot shower idea for today. But…

Hoyeol let out a soul crushing sigh, disappointment bleeding through their connection. He felt pent up, as crazy as that sounded. Exercising until their muscles were peeling off the bone sure did help mitigate his frustrations, but it could only help so much.

Yes, yes, he was sure Grandfell was disgusted with his train of thought. A man could only take so much, however, and Hoyeol had just about reached his limit. It had been months! Months! He doesn't want to sound like a sex fiend, but dear lord!

Hoyeol could feel Grandfell tense up as his thoughts wandered. Yeah, he was definitely put off.

"No, that's not… Never mind, let us away."

At least he's polite enough to keep it to himself.

Goooo~

A portal opened before them, whisking them away to their snug studio apartment.

'Home sweet home~' Hoyeol sings, collapsing on his couch. He could already feel Grandfell bustling around, cleaning his surroundings and preparing the ingredients for dinner.

'I'm surprised you know how to cook,' Hoyeol says out of the blue, propping his chin on the couch cushion. 'Didn't the butlers and maids do that sort of stuff for you?'

"Yes, they did," Grandfell answers. "However, one needs to learn how to care for themselves when one is on the road. Demon hunters don't have the luxury of having their food made for them."

Ah, right. He did have a point.

'You know… It's still a little weird holding an actual conversation with you, Grandfell. I mean, it was only a little while ago where you practically ignored me.'

"…Do you dislike it?"

'No! Absolutely not! Quite the opposite! It's nice having someone to talk to. It gets a bit lonely when you're incorporeal, y'know?'

Grandfell hummed, taking a experimental sip of the soup. Their tongue rubbed against the roof of their mouth, spreading the taste along its bumpy surface.

Oh! That tastes incredible, actually?

Dinner passed quickly after that, being swiftly devoured and stored away for another day.

'Shower time!!!!' Hoyeol cheers, throwing off his shirt like a graduation cap. He pointedly decided to ignore the tightening coil in his stomach as he watched Grandfell carefully strip, revealing his hard-earned muscles.

Ogling his happy trail, Hoyeol missed Grandfell's piercing gaze. A small smirk plays on the noble's lips as he stretched, showcasing himself in all his glory.

Hoyeol coughs, barely managing to tear his eyes off of Grandfell, a flush blooming on his shoulders and steadily rising.

Pshhh!!

Grandfell flicked on the shower faucet, allowing the water rush down their body. Steam quickly engulfed the room. He sighs wearily, raising his face to the running water with closed eyes and soaked in the relaxing heat.

'This is nice,' Hoyeol groans, hanging his head under the shower head. 'I'm so glad we didn't bench this— Hnn?!'

A jolt of sensitivity strikes Hoyeol's nerves suddenly. His muscles contract and twitch at the sensation, forcing him to lean on the wall for support. What the fuck was that?

Grandfell palmed lazily at his dick, watching Hoyeol with intense interest as he massages just beneath the head of his slowly filling-out cock. His smile grew as Hoyeol became increasingly vocal.

"Sensitive," Grandfell purred, bracketing Hoyeol between himself and the wall. He held an arm above Hoyeol's head for stability, allowing him to gaze at Hoyeol's pinched features. "Look at you, already keening and whining at just a little touch. How cute."

'W-What the hell do you think you're doing? I thought— ngh, I thought you didn't like this stuff.'

He huffs, half amusement, half pleasure, "Since when did I say I didn't enjoy these activities? I was merely being… considerate of you. It felt wrong to pleasure myself using your body, my dear."

The hand on his dick began the pump steadily, squeezing and twisting each time it reached the base. Hoyeol scrambles to grasp at Grandfell's shoulders, a deep moan punching past his lips. His hips bucks in a futile attempt to gain more friction.

Alas, Grandfell's hand continues it's steady, rhythmic pulls. Every few strokes Grandfell teased him, rubbing his thumb into their cock's slit before retreating, consistently pulling a gasp out of Hoyeol.

'G-Grandfell, please,' Hoyeol pleads, shaking his head in the crook of Grandfell's shoulder. His hips ground against Grandfell's to no avail. 'Faster— ha! Hnn, p-please move faster.'

"Hm… I don't know, you look beautiful just like this," Grandfell teases, taking a long look at Hoyeol's debauched face. He was soaked in sweat and water droplets, his hair stamped to his forehead and perfectly framing his flushed features.

Hoyeol's eyes were glazed over in pleasure, fluttering shut every so often when Grandfell stimulated his cock head. His mouth panting, permanently opened to allow for soft whimpers and moans to escape.

"Fuck," Grandfell growls, feeling his composure slip as he fanatsized tongue fucking Hoyeol until he was brainless from lack of oxygen, until all he could think of was Grandfell fucking him into oblivion.

Their cock hardens further and the two men moan. Listening to Hoyeol's rhythmic 'ha, ha, ah!', Grandfell could feel his well-maintained pace begin to slip.

"Shit," he pants, unable to prevent himself from bucking up into his own palm. The thick veins pulsing on their dick throbbed with pleasure after each stroke, pulling them closer to the edge. "Damn it, Hoyeol. If only you could see yourself… You're just begging to be fucked within an inch of your life, darling. Imagine me, balls deep inside you, fucking you full of my cum. You would be so tight around me, clenching and milking me until I was emptied dry—"

Hoyeol's eyes scrunched shut, too far gone. His thoughts had already wandered to the lewd imagery; being pounded into his mattress as Grandfell held his hips still. The stretch of Grandfell's girth burning his nerves with pleasure as it rubbed against every spot within him, pounding his prostate until he was drooling and babbling mess.

His head fell back onto the tile wall, his abs tensing as he approached climax.

'Grandfell, please—!' he begs, tears pricking his eyes.

Grandfell props his head on the wall beside Hoyeol's, trailing his—now free—hand to fondle his balls. It elicited a loud keen from Hoyeol, his back arching and hitting Grandfell's chest. His begging became louder and needier, his shaky legs barely keeping him standing if only thanks to his incorporeal form.

His head was becoming cloudy, the hot air fogging his mind and the lack of oxygen hazing his thoughts. Grandfell hurries his strokes, tightening his grip and squeezing his balls with every twist of his hand.

"Hoyeol, my dearest light—," Grandfell gasps, holding back his climax for as long as he could. "Perfect, you're perfect."

One more thrust and the two men came simultaneously. And dear god did Hoyeol see stars. Fire ran through his veins and filled his body, the pleasure melting his brain until all he could focus on was Grandfell's hands.

Grandfell continued his fast-paced ministrations throughout their climax, heightening the pleasure until it reached an unbearable amount of overstimulation, devolving Hoyeol into loud begging. The slick sounds of their release sliding up and down his length filled the room, obscenely echoing off the bathroom's acoustic walls.

'No— stop, no more,' Hoyeol pleads, trying to push Grandfell away. Tears fell past his cheeks, Hoyeol's wanton moans merely egging the man on to continue milking his burning cock.

Only once his moans weakened to little whimpers did Grandfell acquiesce, gently trailing his cum-stained hand up and down his stomach, tickling his tired muscles.

They caught their breath beneath the spray of the shower, Grandfell slightly turning down the temperature. Passing out in the shower right after masturbating sure would be something, that's for sure.

Sluggishly, Grandfell cleans himself up, washing away the cum from his hands and rinsing the grime of the day away. He gently massages his scalp and body with their respective cleaning products, soothing the over-stimulated Hoyeol into a sleepy trance.

Turning off the shower, Grandfell dried himself up and dressed minimally, merely wearing his boxers for sleep wear. His skin was far to sensitive to sleep with clothes and if even Grandfell couldn't sleep with clothes on, then Hoyeol definitely wouldn't.

'Mm… how thoughtful,' Hoyeol slurred, collapsing in bed and wiggling under the blankets.

"Anything for you," Grandfell smiled, sliding into bed beside Hoyeol. "Now rest, we have a long day ahead of us."

'Nnghhh, don't wanna…' Hoyeol trailed off, snuggling into Grandfell's side. Soft snores devolved into silence as Hoyeol retreated into their shared mind space, leaving Grandfell alone.

Grandfell lets out a fond chuckle, rolling over onto his side. He grabs a nearby pillow and hugs it close, nuzzling his cheek into it until he's comfortable.

Until Hoyeol got his body back, Grandfell supposed this was good enough a substitute.