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“It’s such a shame that a flower so beautiful is so dangerous,” Ferdinand sighed, tracing a fingertip on the glass dome. Behind the glass was a vibrant red and orange bloom shaped like a trumpet. All of the leaves had been snipped, leaving a slender stem poking out of dark, damp soil. It would’ve been a lovely addition to the Enbarr gardens. He sighed wistfully. “If I had found this flower in the wild, I certainly would’ve plucked it.”
“And it would be one of the last things you’d do,” Hubert responded as he delicately poured a cup of fragrant tea. When the scent hit his nose, it twitched uncontrollably. “There’s a reason why it’s so colorful. Predators and herbivores know to steer clear of its toxic petals, letting the pollinators harvest in peace. And for the unlucky – or stupid – ones, well. There’s a reason why it’s called the Heart Renderer in northern Morfis.”
Ferdinand’s attention was brought away from the flower when Hubert pushed the cup of tea towards him. “But... it’s safe to consume as a tea?” He asked curiously.
“In mediated doses, yes. The leaves themselves are safe to consume, even though they have trace amounts of the toxin, and provide the flavor. You’d have to drink gallons of tea in order to match the flower’s toxins.” Hubert took the glass terrarium holding the flower so Ferdinand could take the cup. “But it’s the pollen itself that is the star of the show.”
The noble lifted the cup and took a gentle sniff. Immediately, his head buzzed briefly; he set the cup down before he could drop it. “It’s strong,” Ferdinand muttered, coughing into his hand.
Hubert exhaled a laugh through his nose. “Don’t drink it yet. I wouldn’t want you knocking this over,” he chided lightly. He slid off the bed with the glass terrarium and the teapot to bring to the bedside table. “But yes, the effects are quite strong. I’ve no doubt you’ll be affected from the moment you sip it.”
Ferdinand stared back down at the tea. Despite its dizzying effects, it... did smell quite nice. And a secret part of him delighted at whatever new magic or artefact Hubert brought from his “work”. In exchange for not wheedling and bothering him about his secret affairs, Ferdinand could see glimpses into Hubert’s strange world that he deemed safe to see. And to see this lovely flower be somehow involved in Hubert’s machinations... Well, it sent him into a tizzy of wonder and curiosity.
He smiled as the bed dipped from Hubert’s weight. A gloved hand pushed a lock of golden orange hair behind Ferdinand’s ear. Hubert had specifically asked Ferdinand to wear his hair in a long braid tonight, though he couldn’t possibly fathom why. It simply added to the air of mystery behind this strange flower.
“Comfortable?” Hubert asked, soft as a feather.
Ferdinand nodded.
The dark mage smiled. “Good. Now, you may drink the tea.”
He did as he was told and drank the entire cup in several gulps. With a satisfied sigh, Ferdinand handed the cup back to Hubert, waiting for the tea to do something.
His skin suddenly became white hot.
“Ohh,” Ferdinand swooned, and Hubert caught him when he leaned forward. But instead of falling limp, Ferdinand immediately reached for Hubert’s face and delivered a bruising kiss. A startled noise left Hubert at Ferdinand’s sudden hunger, but then he relaxed and took in the noble’s plunging tongue. He could taste the tea, sweet and cloying. Ferdinand groaned in appreciation, and the two pressed into each other in a tangle of limbs.
“Are you—” Hubert’s concern was swiftly silenced with Ferdinand nibbling on his lower lip. “Mgh, are you alright? If you need the antidote—”
Ferdinand snaked a hand through Hubert’s hair and tugged warningly. With a chuckle, Hubert took the hint in stride and properly shut up. Gloved hands tugged Ferdinand’s dress shirt and untucked it from tight breeches, after which they pressed in and slid under the waistband. The noble moaned into Hubert’s mouth when his ass was given a firm squeeze.
When he finally broke from the kiss, Ferdinand’s mouth was parted in a pant. “Hubert,” he whispered, breathy and desperate.
He pulled one hand out to trace a thumb along red lips. “Yes?”
A curse stumbled from the noble’s pretty mouth. Even the slightest movement – Ferdinand just wanted to sit closer to Hubert – made his crotch rub against the other’s knee. Ferdinand shuddered an inhale, and Hubert could almost hear a whine in it.
“Mouth,” he begged. Ferdinand squirmed, as if trying to jump out of his pants. “I-I need... You, oh goddess~”
Hubert shushed him consolingly and captured him in another kiss. With him distracted, he was able to pull Ferdinand’s pants and smalls down his voluminous rump, low enough that with some encouraged movement, Ferdinand’s cock could stand proud.
Already, he was leaking and stiff. A stiff breeze would finish Ferdinand. It was a delectable sight, and Hubert began to tug off his gloves with his teeth so he could commence post-haste. Ferdinand, bless his heart, whined impatiently.
“Patience,” Hubert chided as he tossed one glove to the nightstand. He tapped his fingers along the flush length, and Ferdinand gasped sharply.
“Hubert... I want your mouth...”
He wiped the beading cum with his thumb. “In a moment. Let me get settled.” But when he bent down to take him in his mouth, as Ferdinand requested, the man took Hubert’s face. “Fer—”
A deep, searing kiss cut him off. Ferdinand drank from Hubert like he were wasting away in a desert. Hubert indulged him for only a second – then waved two fingers.
Binds suddenly pulled Ferdinand’s wrists away. Startled, he lurched back in surprise as Hubert smiled his trademark saccharine smile. Ferdinand tried to pull, but slippery appendages held him back no matter how hard he tried. “Needy little thing,” Hubert chided, and he pushed Ferdinand back to lay on the bed. “What did I just say? I require patience. It seems I’ll need to teach you this virtue.”
The appendages pulled Ferdinand’s arms to the backboard of the bed, making it uncomfortable to try and sit up. It gave Hubert plenty of room to start unbuttoning the noble’s tight shirt, and little noises and moans slipped from Ferdinand’s mouth at the skimming touches on his chest. “First, let’s make sure you’re undressed,” Hubert said as his hands moved downward. His shirt opened up more and more, revealing heaving pecs and a firm stomach. “And if you manage to stay quiet, I’ll give you a treat.”
Ferdinand bit his lip and watched Hubert work meticulously. Soon, the shirt was unbuttoned completely, and the dark mage flipped it open so his entire upper body was exposed. Then, since he was feeling cheeky, he pinched a nipple. Ferdinand squeaked and writhed on the bed.
Next are the pants, though it isn’t much to write home about. They were already half-off anyways, and Hubert tossed them aside once they were off. At least it gave him a gorgeous view of Ferdinand, all red and needy and dazed. He could see the noble trying to rub his ass against the bed discretely and decided it was time to finally soothe the poor thing.
“Keep still,” he instructed Ferdinand, and he placed his hands on Ferdinand’s hips to encourage him. “No need to grind like a whore, I’m right here.” Hubert heard Ferdinand choke back a whine as he leaned down, finally, and lapped his tongue on the head.
“Ahh!~”
Unfortunately, Hubert had underestimated how close Ferdinand was. Just that one lick, and suddenly he had to squeeze his eyes shut as spunk shot in his face. He waited until the spray stopped, then wiped his eyes to see.
Ferdinand laid there dazed; pupils blown out. And, miraculously, still hard. A dripline of cum traced from the slit and trailed down his balls – the remains of his orgasm. With a huff, Hubert wiped it up with his dirty hand and proffered it to Ferdinand’s face. “Lick.”
His unfocused eyes tried to look at the hand straight-on. His mouth opened, and Hubert placed his fingers on the tongue. Ferdinand closed his mouth and sucked on the fingers, groaning deeply.
“Good boy,” Hubert praised. After a moment, he removed his hand, eliciting a whine. “Now, let’s try this again. Unless you’re still so sensitive that the warmth of my mouth will make you come again?” He placed a teasing kiss on the tip Ferdinand’s cock, and the noble shuddered in response. “I’ll take that as a no.”
He wrapped his lips around the flushed cock and bobbed his head. “Haa...” Ferdinand whined, feet digging into the bed. “Oh fuck, Hubert, please, more~”
“Mm...” He wrapped his hands around Ferdinand’s thighs to keep him still as he went deeper. Hubert looked up to watch the noble become unspooled, fighting and uselessly twisting in a heated stupor. And with his hair out of the way, Hubert could watch it all. He rewarded Ferdinand with a light drag of teeth up along the length, then shoved himself deeper on the cock.
“Aaaahh~!” Ferdinand sobbed when the head of his cock hit the back of Hubert’s throat, forcing Hubert to cough. “Goddess, goddess please!—”
This time, Ferdinand’s orgasm was mostly contained in Hubert’s mouth. Hubert kept his lips as tight as possible as he was filled with even more come. He coughed as he attempted to swallow it all, but some slipped through his lips despite the tight seal. “Mm—” Another cough. Hubert groaned as Ferdinand’s dick slid out of his mouth with a wet pop. He coughed into his elbow, then looked to Ferdinand with a snide smile. “Please, Ferdinand. We both know the goddess isn’t here. Just me.”
Ferdinand only moaned in response. His erection was at half-mast now, but it’d be cruel to leave him like this.
“It’s alright. Here.” Hubert sat up and parted Ferdinand’s legs some more. “This is what you’ve been waiting for.”
His own cock, while hardly getting any attention, pressed against the confines of his pants. While massaging the inside of Ferdinand’s thighs, Hubert unbuttoned his pants and quickly got out of them. He almost left to get the oil when Ferdinand pressed him down with his legs and a puffy pout. “I’m already...” With a surprising amount of coherency, he continued after a swallow: “Hubert please, I’m already... ah, opened.”
Curious, Hubert leaned back and thumbed Ferdinand’s ass. The noble let out a strangled moan. True to his word, he had already worked himself open, taking in just a mere digit without any issue. Hubert smiled. “Oh, that’s so sweet,” he cooed, and he pushed Ferdinand’s legs to expose his hole further. “You must have done this even before you drank the tea.”
Ferdinand nodded quickly. “So please...!”
“Shh, darling.” He removed his finger to spit in his palm. Opened or not, lubricant was a must. “You’ve been good. Let me treat you.”
The noble bit down a whimper as he watched Hubert lubricate himself. Then, when he was finished, he twirled a finger with a sly look. Another appendage slid out from the headboard, and Ferdinand watched in surprise as it hung low near his face.
“I gave you head,” Hubert explained simply as he pressed himself flush against Ferdinand. Ferdinand gasped lightly, and the appendage hung lower, sometimes brushing against his lips. “So now it’s your turn. But don’t concern yourself too much about pleasuring it; I know you’ll be distracted.”
The tentacle had a tapered end that softly petted Ferdinand on the mouth. His lips parted automatically, only for the appendage to shove itself inside his mouth! “Kkf—!" Ferdinand tried to swallow around the intruding limb and moaned when it began to thrust in and out.
Hubert used the opportunity to breach through Ferdinand, which also made the noble moan even louder. “Look at you.” He rolled his hips in, watching Ferdinand’s lower body tense and relax. And just like that, his arousal was back in full force. “An absolute wreck. And you still enjoy it all, don’t you?”
If Ferdinand tried to reply, it was lost in the sounds of him moaning and whining. And to be fair, Hubert didn’t help matters when he plunged in deeper. “I bet that even without the pollen and tea, you’d still act like this,” he mused, flicking Ferdinand’s dark red length. Ferdinand let out a squeak. “Degenerate. Needy. Slut.” Every word was punctuated with a thrust, both from Hubert and the tentacle. “And you revel in it.”
Ferdinand tried to look away in a show of embarrassment. But Hubert knew better; from the puffiness of his lips as he sucked eagerly, the darkness of his eyes as his pupils threatened to overtake the iris, the way his hips tensed in an attempt to thrust into the air... Hubert pushed himself down to the hilt, finally, and the tentacle could barely muffle Ferdinand’s wail.
“Already coming twice... Do you deserve a third?” He asked. Hubert didn’t wait for an answer as he pushed in once more. “You know, this would be a lovely time to test your endurance. I’ll let my dark magic edge you to near-coital bliss, only to rip it away at the last moment...”
A smile stretched across his face when he saw Ferdinand leak at the mere suggestion. With a flick, he bade the appendage to force itself into Ferdinand’s face deep and stay there for a few seconds. “Of course you’d get excited from that, you masochistic whelp,” he teased, then released the tentacle.
Ferdinand gasped for breath, dizzy from lust and brief lack of air. Hubert let the man recover for a bit and took the moment to breathe in deeply himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ferdinand compose himself and shuffle up as best as he could, then looked to Hubert in something akin to warmth. Or teary desire, either one. Hubert smiled back, then slammed in.
“Huber—!” The shout was cut off with a moan when the tentacle plunged in his mouth once more. His whines and groans escalated in pitch as Hubert fucked deep and hard, whose own breaths grew ragged.
“Ngh...” Hubert squeezed Ferdinand’s thighs, eliciting another muffled cry. “Fuck, I...”
Ferdinand keened oh so sweetly, and that was the trigger. He buried himself deep into Ferdinand and came, a groan ripping though his throat. Even the tentacle halted its thrusts and simply filled the aching jaw. Hubert’s grip was iron as he spurted into Ferdinand’s hole, and thick and creamy spill leaked out from how much he orgasmed.
The noble followed not long after, though this climax didn’t spawn as much spunk. It bubbled and spilled from his cock, only hitting Hubert’s stomach from proximity alone. Then, with a final groan, Ferdinand relaxed completely into the bed.
“Saints,” Hubert cursed, body bowed over Ferdinand. It took him a moment to retract the tentacle from Ferdinand’s mouth and then release his arms. Then, because it felt fitting, he snapped his fingers. The tentacle bulged suddenly at the tip, then deposited a dark translucent fluid onto Ferdinand’s face.
“Pleh—” Ferdinand scrunched up his face at the liquid, and he used his newly freed hand to scrub it off. It stretched and snapped much like cum, making Ferdinand grimace even more before. “What is this?”
Hubert slid out of the noble with a groan. For a moment he watched Ferdinand’s ass twitch and clench, where an exorbitant amount of spunk oozed out. He pushed some cum back in, making Ferdinand moan. “It’s harmless,” he informed him as he climbed up towards his love.
“That doesn’t answer my question,” he pouted. Hubert let out a sigh of relief.
“You’re cognitive.”
Ferdinand sighed as Hubert wrapped his arms around him. “And a little sensitive,” he added, hugging Hubert’s embrace. “Mm... Was that supposed to happen?”
“Yes, but... I think I underestimated the dosage.” Hubert leaned in to deeply inhale Ferdinand’s scent. “I didn’t mean to make you come three times.”
Ferdinand chuckled. “Oh, but it was nice. And all those words you said, mm~ Makes my heart all aflutter.”
Hubert breathed out a laugh. “Sometimes I truly think you are a masochist.”
“Only for you, dear.” He yawned, then snuggled into Hubert’s embrace. “Mm... tired...”
As he expected. Hubert kissed him on the shoulder. “Go to sleep. Have pleasant dreams,” he soothed.
“Mmhm...” Ferdinand drifted off without another word, and Hubert followed soon after.