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Darius knew he was going to be exhausted the next day - or, more accurately, later that day, if the slowly upticking number on his clock was to be believed - but he’d already been tossing and turning for hours before he’d given up and pulled out his penstagram scroll. It was mostly aimless scrolling through his feed, hoping to bore himself into exhaustion, but the harsh glow on his haggard face threw into sharp relief just how tired he already was.
It was getting harder lately to turn his brain off. His head was constantly swimming with thoughts and plans and events that needed coordinating and coven problems he was responsible for fixing. From the moment he woke up to the moment he retired to his room for the night, he was Coven Head Darius. It made some sort of sense that he couldn’t just leave that behind, even to sleep, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.
He dragged his thumb down to refresh the feed and a new picture popped up, posted 2 minutes ago. A drooping abomination face with the caption: Bomi’s tired of working. #workingthelateshift #again
Darius only knew one witch unimaginatively illiterate enough to name an abomination “Bomi.” Sure enough, the username “Alabomdor_1” hung over the photo. His thumb was already moving to tap on the embarrassing dad selfie of a profile picture, but he hesitated. Was he really going to go down that road? Resort to messaging Alador , of all people, just because he was bored and the other man happened to be up? He thought about banishing the scroll and trying to sleep again, staring at the backs of his eyelids for hours until dawn finally reached her fingers in and dragged him into another day. It wasn’t a particularly appealing option.
He clicked the profile picture.
The first thing Darius noticed was that Alador had changed the bio on his account. Not that Darius checked it regularly, but before he’d had Odalia’s account linked right next to his name. Now, it read: “Alador, Chief Engineer, A.C, He/Him, Father of three handfuls.”
It probably helped that Darius had pulled a few strings and had Odalia's account banned for 'unsolicited advertisement.’ Or at least, that’s what the official reason had been. She had to have made a new account by now, though, right? So why wasn’t her new one listed? Darius licked his lips nervously, unsure what this meant or if it really meant anything at all. After a moment of internal debate with himself, eyeing the little messaging icon like it was going to fly out and bite him, he clicked on it and began to tap out a quick message.
[D]: Why are you still up?
Immediately it showed Alador read it, like he had just been sitting there waiting for Darius to message him. Three little dots appeared at the bottom of the screen, showing he was typing, and then a reply popped up to join his.
[A]: im always up why are you up
Back in the days they talked regularly, Darius often worried Odalia was the one on the other end of the chat. But he knew she'd never be able to bring herself to talk with no punctuation like Alador. Alador's online presence was identical to his in-person personality; very few people could replicate it effectively
[D]: I can't sleep. The stress of being Coven Head and all.
[A]: i can help with tht
[D]: You? Help with being Coven Head? HA
[A]: not that smrt ass the stress
[D]: Oh, this I have GOT to hear.
[A]: what are you wearing right now
Darius stared at the words, brows arched up in surprise. He didn't know where this conversation would go, but knowing Alador, it wasn't where his brain was trying to take him. The engineer had such a low sex drive in high school, Darius assumed it had to be non-existent by now with a wife and three kids.
[D]: 3,000 dread count pajama pants and an old school shirt
[A]: is it my shirt
His ears burned and Darius dismissed the scroll as he stared at the ceiling. How did Alador know that? How did Alador remember that? He nearly failed every class outside of the abomination track, he couldn't tell the Boiling Isle's history from Lord of the Stings, but he remembered the one time he lent Darius his shirt? And worse yet, he knew Darius wore it still to this day? True, it was more of a crop top now, and very tight around the shoulder but, Titan, was it soft and loved.
Closing his eyes, Darius steadied himself before reconjuring his penstagram scroll. There was a message waiting and he almost closed the scroll again.
[A:] it is isnt it
Fucking Alador.
[D]: Haven't done laundry
[D]: It's just coincidence
[A]: i dont believe you
[D]: Believe what you want
[A]: someones touchy
[A]: whats got you on edge mr coven head sir
[D]: Nothing!
[D]: I'm just tired
[A]: i told you i can help
[D]: Really? And how's that?
[A]: take everything off but my shirt
My shirt . Darius’ ears were burning before, but now his whole face felt flush as he sat up, clutching the scroll in a tight hand and staring at the message in disbelief.
[D]: Who is this? What have you done with Alador.
[D]: Is this Odalia?
[A]: no
[D]: Sounds like something Odalia would say
[A]: holy titan here
Darius waited for a second before a picture was sent. It was of Alador staring straight at the camera, appearing just as exhausted as Darius felt. The witch didn't even bother to lift his head from where he rested it on his workbench, but put in enough to flip Darius off with an extended middle finger. Definitely not a picture Odalia would dare use if she were trying to crabfish him.
[A]: its me
[D]: I’m still not convinced
[A]: who else knows about the shirt
[D]: How do YOU know about the shirt?
[D]: I can't believe you remembered that.
[A]: i cant believe you kept my shirt this long
[A]: figured you burned it
[D]: The night is young
[A]: its really not
[A]: do you want my help or not
[D]: I'm skeptical
[A]: getting off always helps me sleep
[D]: Alador Blight, are you trying to get me off?
[A]: yes
He didn't expect that answer. As much as he hated to admit it, he was already starting to get hard. Granted, it had been a while since he’d really indulged in some personal time, but still, to get turned on from Alador barely dirty talking at him? Embarrassing.
Still, if Alador was offering…
Darius waved away the scroll so he could stand to remove the clothes and drape them across the foot board. Dressed only in Alador's stupid shirt, Darius returned to the bed.
[D]: Say I listened.
[D]: What next?
[A]: show me
[D]: Baby, you're out of your damn mind if you think I'm giving you anything before I get some concrete proof it's you.
[A]: glad to see some things never change
[D]: And what does THAT mean?
Alador read the message immediately but he didn't respond right away. It might not mean much, Darius told himself; maybe Odalia came in to check on him. Or maybe it really was Odalia and she was trying to figure out how to convince Darius of her deception. Before his suspicion could spiral any further, a video popped up in the chat, Alador's shirtless frame blurred behind the play button. Darius felt the tips of his ears turn hot as he pressed play.
The video expanded to fill the entire scroll, the dark circles under Alador's eyes coming in grainy in the video as it focused on the other end. Darius was momentarily distracted by the sight of Alador, shirtless, hairy chest on full display and pants pushed low on his hips, before he realized he'd missed what he was actually saying and scrambled to restart the video.
"You're as anal as you were when we were kids," Alador said, the low timbre of his voice doing things to Darius that he'd never repeat in polite company. The engineer was slouched at a work bench, his eyes hooded as he held up a small clock. The time was only a few minutes prior. "There, are you happy? Titan, you're so paranoid."
The video blurred for a moment as Alador moved to set the clock back where it was before, then settled the scroll on his knee. From this angle, Darius could see the bulge in his pants, could see the way Alador's stomach clenched when he reached one hand down to squeeze it.
"Now," Alador continued, his voice a little breathier. "Show me your dick so I know how much abomination matter to stuff in my mouth. I miss sucking you off."
The video stopped abruptly there, and honestly Darius was grateful. He'd already been half-hard, but now his cock was sitting flush against his stomach and leaking . It was making his head spin, how fast he'd gone from mildly interested to borderline desperate. He quickly snapped a picture and began typing a reply.
[D]: Fuck, baby, I didn't know you still had it in you
He attached the picture and laid back, taking a few deep breaths and resisting the urge to touch himself. Maybe Alador would send a picture back. Or, Titan willing, another video. The scroll pinged in his hand and he scrambled to open the message.
[A]: wish i had you in me right now
[D]: That's a terrible joke
[A]: who said i was joking
Before Darius could reply, Alador sent a photo, a close-up picture of himself with his lips wrapped around a cock made of abomination matter. His eyes were looking straight at the camera, hooded and dark with lust. Darius groaned as he reached down to squeeze himself. The angle made it look like Alador was looking at him, while sucking his cock, and Titan if that wasn't a pretty sight.
[D]: Is your head game as good as it was when we were teenagers?
[A]: better
[A]: wish i was there to show you
Darius' thumb hovered over the keyboard. Did he agree with Alador, wishing he was there? Well, he did wish the other man's mouth was wrapped around his cock, that was undeniable.
Whatever, he needed to get out of his own head so much. Whatever this was, he was too horny to care about the long-term implications.
[D]: Wish you were here so I could fuck your face until I came down your throat
[D]: You want to choke on my cock, baby?
As the minutes ticked by without a reply, Darius felt the concern begin to sink in. Had he taken it too far? Had Alador, somehow, fell asleep? Or had he just left Darius hanging to finish himself off? He was about to send an angry reply, but another video came through. A video featuring Alador's very pretty cock front and center.
Darius scrambled to press play, nearly dropping the scroll as he gripped it in one hand. The other was wrapped firmly around his dick, squeezing but not quite stroking yet. He wanted to draw this out, wanted to see where Alador was going to take this. His mouth practically salivated as the video focused on Alador's cock, one large hand wrapped around it and stroking.
"You know, it's...really fucking hard to type with one hand," Alador panted. The video shifted so his face was in frame. He looked wrecked, lips shiny with spit and face red. His thumb stroked over the head of his cock, leaving a smear of precum behind. "Yes, I want to choke on your cock, fuck..." He whimpered. "Titan, Darius, tell me what you want me to do."
The video ended there, and Darius was left gaping at the screen. He wanted Darius to decide? His mind whirled with the possibilities. Apparently he took too long because another message came through.
[A]: darius pleas
[A]: i want you so bad
Darius' mouth was dry, and his dick was hard, and any blood that might have been in his brain to tell him what a bad idea this is was long gone. He typed out a reply, slow and careful since his hands were shaking. Even in the middle of all this, he wasn’t going to sacrifice good grammar.
[D]: I want you to fuck yourself, baby
[D]: I want you to fill yourself up as much as you can take it, and I want you to think about me
[D]: I want you cum screaming my name
Darius allowed himself a few languid strokes, using the nice oil in his bedside table to slick the way as he waited. He didn't want to cum until he saw Alador, debauched and moaning his name, but he was stupidly hard already and he couldn't help himself.
When the video came through, he nearly dropped the scroll again, but he managed to suspend it above himself as he pressed play, letting it float before his face and leaving his hands free.
Alador had apparently had a similar thought, as the scene laid out before him would not be possible if Alador was still holding the scroll. The engineer was laying in a single-person cot, pants gone and legs spread wide, giving Darius a perfect view. Two of his fingers were pumping in and out of himself as he moaned, eyes fluttering half-shut.
"Fuck, Darius..." His other hand moved up over his chest to tweak a nipple. "Want you so bad."
Darius' mouth was practically watering at the sight, a little whimper escaping his lips as his hand sped up. He didn't realize how much he'd missed the sight of Alador in the throes of passion, how much it made his blood burn to see him so debauched. He wished he was there, pressing Alador against the mattress. At his mercy. Using abomination matter to stretch him out until he was shaking and begging for Darius to fuck him.
Alador shifted just a bit, and removed his fingers from where they were pressed inside him. They were soon replaced with a bit of abomination matter that bore a striking resemblance to Darius' cock.
"Fuuuuuck..." Alador hissed as he slid the makeshift dildo inside him. He made a small spell circle, his hand shaking a bit, and the makeshift toy began to fuck him in earnest. "Fuck! Darius!" Alador grasped onto his cock and began to stroke, his head thrown back as he was fucked in a steady rhythm. "Fuck, you feel so good...so good...that's it, right there..."
Darius was lost in it all, one hand stroking himself steadily as the other trailed along his chest. "That's it, baby, that's it," he mumbled to himself. "You're so good taking my cock..." Of course, he knew Alador couldn't see or hear him, but he didn't care, his eyes locked on the screen as his hand edged his cock closer and closer to the finish line.
Not too fast, though. He wanted to wait. He had to wait for Alador to cum.
Alador was still mumbling half-coherent words, one hand gripping the sheet as the other reached up to play with his nipples once again. All the while, the toy steadily fucked him, his eyes trained on the scroll camera with such intensity it was like he was right there with Darius.
"I'm close," Alador panted, his head lolling to the side for a moment. "Darius, I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum..."
"That's it, baby, that's it." Darius moaned, his hand speeding up and eyes fluttering shut briefly before he forced them open again. He had to see Alador's face when he came. Had to watch every second. "Cum for me, my good boy..."
"Ahhh...fuck...Darius!" Alador's whole body jerked and his back arched as he came, the toy pressing in even deeper to prolong the pleasure. He was so beautiful, limbs twisting and sweat glistening off of him as he lay there panting.
Then, Titan save him, Alador smiled. The smallest twist of his thin lips, a sheepish little satisfied grin as he reached up to end the video and Darius had half a mind to get up and go to him right then and there. Fuck, the thought made his dick twitch in his hand and he continued to stroke himself. Finding Alador already wrecked and Darius taking him until the only sounds his beautiful engineer could make were broken, desperate whines. Alador made the prettiest sounds. Darius replayed the video just to hear the sounds again, getting lost in the fantasy of having Alador under him, taking his cock, begging for him.
Darius came, breath hissing through clenched teeth as his toes curled. It was a waste, he idly thought as cum slid all over his fingers and stomach instead of Alador's face or inside him. He shivered as he came down, head swimming pleasantly, and noticed he had a new message.
[A]: did you cum
It took another minute or so for Darius to respond, taking care to clean his hand and clean himself up. He rubbed his face, the orgasm leaving him pleasantly sleepy and relaxed in a way he hadn’t been in a while. It had helped, but the clarity brought with it its own concerns. The longer they drew out this conversation, the more complicated it was going to be. He considered just closing the scroll and rolling over to go to bed, but after a moment’s hesitation he grabbed the scroll and began to type again.
[D]: Yes. You put on quite a show, Mr. Blight.
[A]: dont call me that
[D]: You put on quite a show, slut.
[A]: stop youll make me hard again
[D]: You're thirty-five. You're not getting hard again.
[A]: is that a challenge
[D]: Goodnight, Alador
[A]: what are you sleepy
[D]: A little, maybe.
[A]: so
[A]: i helped
[D]: Don't flatter yourself.
[A]: dick
[A]: so this was fun
Fuck. Here it was. Darius closed his eyes and thought about dismissing the scroll so he could read whatever bullshit excuse Alador made in the morning. Let him have one night where he could sleep in peace. Drift off to sleep with the sound of Alador whining his name echoing in his ears. A soft ping and Darius opened his eyes against his better judgment.
[A]: but next time it should be in person