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Tomik stepped into the office, fingers combing through his hair to correct it. The static in the air was always overwhelming, especially up here. Fortunately, in this specific office there were quite a few nodes to ground the random electricity. The reason for that was grinning in his slightly scorched, red, blue, and gold chair.
“Tomik! Lllovely to see you walk in here!” Ral jolt up, a bit too quickly, foot catching the chair from tipping back and falling. Small sparks sizzles from his hands when he circled around the desk and put one out. Tomik raised an eyebrow and the dark haired man quickly wiped his hands on his mixture of a lab coat and guild wear, dispersing the charges. This time when the hand was stuck out Tomik graciously took it.
“A handshake is, a bit formal isn't it, love?” Tomik's gaze softened, a flick of his wrist and white words, drape length regulations pulled the curtains closed. They were quite high up, and protected from most larger lookyloos by the rampant discharges that were so common around Izzet labs. But there were always pixie snoops looking for their latest scoop.
“I. Uh. Yes.” Ral dropped it quickly, a lopsided smile crossing his face. He stood stock still for a little while. Tomik could tell his little lightning bug was as frazzled as ever. He graciously opened his arms and Ral rushed into them, embracing, their foreheads resting against each other.
“I missed you.” Tomik said, murmuring in the space between them, that was rapidly closed as Ral moved forward. A spark hit Tomik's lips a moment before Ral's own did. Tomik basked in it. He remembered how flustered he was the first time it had happened. Embarrassed at himself for falling for that trope of electricity from the awakening kiss. But now, he enjoyed the small little discharges, knowing full well what they meant. The lightning mage was always chaotic, but even when he consciously tried to tone down the tempest that usually surrounded him, any enjoyment, pleasure, anything that disrupted his concentration let those little sparks fly. And how Tomik loved it~ He drew away from the kiss to speak, a smirk spreading. “Already having a little trouble love~?” He teased. “Need a little…help, controlling yourself~?” His fingers ran down, skipping over the blue and red outfit, spreading around the tight, but padded pants. Ral's sharp intake of breath at the barest sensation was just what Tomik wanted to hear. The eager fingers that immediately went to undress Tomik, tinged with more active, slightly too strong electricity, was not what he wanted to feel however. Tomik's hands came down, two bracelets of white runes on municipal power regulations wrapped around Ral wrists. The law mage clicked his tongue, and locked them together.
Ral's eyes darted up, confusion furrowing his brow. “Mm?” The little noise leaked out, in askance as he tested the shackles.
“Too eager. Too fast.” Tomik said easily. “We get to do this rarely, I want to savor this. Along with.” A near full bolt ran across the runes, contained. Trapped. The brown haired man was very glad the regulations were tight. “That, love. As much as I do enjoy your discharge,” Ral smirked himself at that, “You need to be disciplined.”
Ral's gaze sharpened, as he pushed back, “You do, like it though~ Come on, don't tell me you've enjoyed not being around me. You're pent up under all that stuffy outfit too so can we just-” He moved his hips forward, wanting more stimulation. Rutting against Tomik's fingers. The advokist evaluated, and pulled his hand back, depriving Ral. Only a single pointer finger left, the tip against the groin. That elected a whine from the white-streaked mage.
“Mm, no. Use your words.” Tomik said, drawing Ral forward by drawing it away, the desperate guild leader following, to the point where they were side by side.
“Tomikkk.” Ral gave a growl, primal need. It only solidified Tomik's plans.
“Yes~?” He smiled cheekily back, are you going to ask for something, my little lightning bug, or are you just going to say my name needily? I assure you I'll enjoy both options but only one will get you what you want.”
Ral grit his teeth, focusing. Eyes pressed closed briefly to formulate his next words carefully. Tomik took the opportunity to run his nails along the bare arms, around the scales of the jade dragon enshrined on Ral's flesh. The threads of electricity that made the hairs of the arm stand on end told Tomik everything he wanted to know. “Fff. Fine.” The planeswalker relented. “Do it, like you want. Slow. Controlled, whatever Just, don't hold back.” Tomik's fingers drew away again, waiting. The air crackling in the pause. The moment split between them, before a “Please,” came from the pursed lips.
Tomik brushed the other's cheek. Gaze softening. “Good~ There you go.” He guided Ral back, settling him into the chair again, thinking for a moment on what would apply. While thinking, his hands worked. Ral's wrists brought up and trapped behind his head, attaching the bracelets to back. The clasps and buttons were undone with ginger fingers, the dark-hair coated chest bared. He toyed with it a while, sliding down it. Working Ral up under the sensation, so close. When Tomik leaned in for a kiss on the collarbone, and only came up with a little tingling, he decided Ral needed to be rewarded. The pants were pulled away, the mage's scooting helping with the disrobing, only a pair of brown undergarments that did a poor job of hiding the excitement. Tomik let the moment sit, watching closely. Ral's eyes were pressed closed, teeth digging into his lip. He was trying, hard, to be good. Tomik peeled off the undergarment, folding it onto the desk, and turned, sitting on it, admiring. The Izzet guild leader, aching for him, and doing his best to behave. Legs spread, and dripping erection in the open air. What a sight. Just needed, a few touches. He stepped down, and began to draw more restraints. Airtight law, binding, restricting. Defining. In Tomik's hands, legalese was art, and Ral was his canvas. Bright words of rope minimum length and cordage crossed the other man's body, supporting, letting him relax into Tomik's sure magic.
Ral did, just that. The law mage's magic was something else. He had been on both sides of it, hasty walls thrown up, or lasses dragging him out of danger, but also this. Protecting, supportive, and encompassing. His eyes looked down at himself and he preened lightly. He looked good with them on him. His downcast gaze didn't catch the fingers still first, as his chin was tilted up, and another kiss was shared, deeper. Slower, but passionate. Ral relinquished himself to Tomik, his tongue, his fingers brushing against the taunt form. Everything.
Tomik stepped back, fingers lingering for a few moments more. Ral almost spoke up, to beg, to plead, but he stopped himself. Tomik was undoing his own garments, one bit at a time, tantalizingly folding, letting Ral sit there and only watch.He was, far more well kept then the lightning made, well trimmed, groomed, and taken care of. Ral grimaced internally at the difference between them and not keeping up well. But it was alleviated when Tomik again redirected his focus. A binding of words running from his hand, to around Ral’s neck, a linking clause making him pay attention to this moment. Ral shuddered. Tomik kept it taunt while he discarded the last of his covering, a silken pair of briefs. As they dropped onto the desk, Tomik stood, turned slightly, still teasing. Eliciting a groan from Ral. The advokist slipped his hand down to the secret compartment, and retrieved the unlabeled bottle, not wanting to string the mage out further. Two fingers dipped in, and then ran over the sizable shaft Ral was sporting, adding to the slickness. A drawn out moan was met by lips again, Ral’s eyes flicking to Tomik’s other hand, circled around, and working on prepping himself. The kisses continued down, as the fingers picked up their pace, ensuring thick coverage. Something Tomik always prided himself on, Ral thought to himself. That stray joke was soon pushed out of the way as the chestnut-haired man hiked a leg onto the chair, gripping on, the linked leash coiled around his hand. The other leg came up, and Ral could do naught but admire the thin man. He had, exceptional control. Over his body, of the situation. And of Ral. The fingers fanned out, and settled on the base, aligning it as Tomik sank. Ral wanted to buck up to just get to it, get in him, so, so close!
But a little tug dissuaded him. That’s all it took. Tomik knew how to work the impulsive inventor when he was like this. It was quite like an lab test all to itself. Put in the same stimuli, get the same, exact, perfect responses. Exactly what he wanted. Exactly what Ral needed. Tomik closed his eyes, relaxed. His deep breath curled along the unshaven hairs on Ral’s jaw and chin. In one smooth motion, Tomik descended, hole stretching over that awaiting length. Tomik shuddered, faltering slightly, just feeling it in him. But of course, Ral knew what to do. Just a little nibble, teeth scraping lightly against skin, and he was refocused. Ral looked up, eyes wide, and Tomik gave a breathless nod. The mage went back to worrying little marks, low. One of the few things he could do in this restricted state, but doing it so well~ Tomik had to keep rewarding. He steeled himself, and began to move, riding, keeping himself steady. Slow, slick movements, the only noise between them that sliding, and the small, dizzyingly good shocks that sometimes came with Ral’s mouth on the law mage’s skin. A full throated moan poured out of him, and he angled, using Ral.
Ral knew when it hit Tomik right, the other’s arm’s shaking in elation. Gods, he wanted to do so much for the other. But he had to be good, had to stay perfect. He just kept working on Tomik, giving him all the pleasure he could. Teeth, tongue, lips, shocks. Teeth on skin and tongue to lap, and lips to kiss and shocks to dazzle. Teeth, tongue, lips, shocks. Perfect for Tomik.
Tomik could see Ral falling into that space, and kissed his forehead. A whispered, “Good boy.” Made the other hum in appreciation, focused on his task. The difference was, night and day. Tomik was the only one, now, that got to see this. How the chaotic caster could calm to just, pure charged focus. Tomik’s eyes fluttered as he hilted himself inside again. He was losing his grip, so a few whispered words about an exemption, and Ral’s hands were freed, one wrapping around Tomik’s back, the other supporting him lower. With that aide, Ral leaned just a bit further in, drinking in Tomik, enjoying himself fully, in the other. And Tomik rode him, up and down, a steady, almost mechanical rhythm, eliciting moans and muttered, slowly louder praise. It just felt, good. Fully and completely, together. Used, and user. Again and again Ral sank in, and again and again Tomik rose up, held up. Together.
Ral whined, a pressing warning as tension grew. A nipped kiss from Tomik was the reply, that sunk deeper, just as the advokist did. Ral’s faltered breath quieted, even as he discharged inside Tomik, the brown haired man doing the same, release pooling between them as they kissed. They held like that, for a good while, Ral’s eyes half lidded with pleasure. Only Tomik could do this to him. Get him…both somehow out of it and so focused at the same time.
Tomik was the first to break the kiss, leaning now fully into Ral, a small laugh escaping from him. Exhilarated. “Gods, Ral. Thank you for, being good. So good for me. You know you were right?” A slight nod. “Good. Good boy. So good for me, my little lightning bug.” Tomik pressed into the kiss again. Basking. Ral was all too happy to just stay there. Bound in magic, and to Tomik.