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The cauldron bubbled as Silver stirred, purple and green mixing into a soothing shade that reminded Silver of a dusky sky.
No, he had to focus. This was the mid-semester potions final—he had to get it right. He had spent all week studying for this. He knew the recipe well.
Green willow and purple lavender, mingled with a touch of magic for just the right amount of time. A potent painkiller, a basic potion every mage should know. Even he could manage that, even if…
Silver blinked, his eyes heavy. The steady bubbling reminded him of the burbling stream near his cottage in Briar Valley. Memories of warm summer days mingled with the hypnotic movements of the ladle.
A familiar fuzziness came over his senses, comfort and warmth and a heavy drag that bade him close his eyes, longer than a blink, just for a little bit. The heaviness grew more intense, and his breathing slowed, the chatter of other students around him fading into a lulling, comforting rushing. His thoughts fragmented, one floating unbidden, something Crewel had said. “…Efficacy depends on duration of…”
“Hey!” Something jabbed him in the ribs, and Silver jerked upright, the haze vanishing. He snapped his gaze to the front of the classroom, where Crewel’s heels clacked on the wooden floor as he began to inspect everyone’s cauldron, before glancing back in the direction of whatever had poked him.
Kalim gave him a grin. “Try not to sleep, Silver,” Kalim whispered. “He’s checking results, and we have to taste test this one, remember?”
Already? Silver glanced down at his cauldron, where the deep purple pain relief potion had fallen still from his failure to stir. How long had he been asleep?! Hurriedly, he channeled more magic into the cauldron, a blast of power, stirring as he did, shame curling in his gut at the realization that he was likely going to fail, yet again, because he couldn’t stay awake. He should be more self-disciplined than this.
“Blech, it tastes like puke!” someone shouted from the front of the classroom. “Oh ugh, I feel weird.”
“That is because you failed to channel the proper amount of magic,” Crewel said with a sigh. “Bad pup! Failure!” He strode to the next cauldron. “If you succeeded, it will taste like fresh strawberries and at best will cure any minor aches or pains you have. If you failed, it will taste foul, or have unwanted effects. But do not fret—none of the ingredients will have anything more harmful than a mild stomachache, or anything more long lasting than 24 hours.” Crewel sighed as another student drank, and then made a face. “I can only hope the consequences, even if minor, will help you pups to actually remember to pay attention in class! This exam is vital for your grade, not to mention an important potion any mage should have in their repertoire!”
Crewel was getting closer, and Silver slowed his stirring. He had done his best, even if he was sure it wasn’t good enough.
The student next to him sipped their potion, and shrugged. Crewel just sighed, his pen glowing. “It seems someone didn’t manage to channel magic at all,” he said. The student shrugged again. “D.” That got a frown.
“And you, Mr. Vanrouge?” Crewel asked. A brief flash of pride went through Silver at hearing the name, followed by a pang. He wanted to live up to his name, but…
Crewel’s pen glowed again, and he raised an eyebrow. “Why not tell me what you taste.”
Silver put a spoonful to his lips, and sipped. It tasted like…
Certainly not fresh strawberries. “Maple syrup?” he said.
Then a strange tingling buzzed on his tongue, sweeping through his body. He blinked as it vanished, leaving his body feeling strangely light.
“Interesting choice, but not what you were supposed to make. You channeled magic intermittently, presumably due to lapses in attention, which with this potion means you get a numbing potion, not a painkilling potion. It will wear off in 24 hours. Bad pup. But you did something, so you’ve earned a C...” Silver blinked slowly, the strange numb sensation bringing another wave of sleepiness. “Hmph. C minus.”
Silver nodded, his face impassive, even as internally a wave of disappointment swept over him. Crewel’s words to Kalim were lost in the rush.
He was the knight of dreams, Silver Vanrouge, and yet he couldn’t even manage a C in class because of his sleepiness. He had spent hours studying for this, and once again almost failed. Ancient protection spell making him sleepy or not, he needed to do better!
“Ew, dude,” someone else said as the student across the room who had gotten the F began to retch.
Well, at least his potion hadn’t been that bad. Although the strange numb feeling would take some getting used to.
***
Silver sighed as he dropped his baton yet again, his fingers loose around it due to his entire body feeling numb. It was a strange sensation, not unpleasant but definitely noticeable.
“Hah!” Sebek crowed. “You let your guard down again, and I shall—”
Silver ducked down to pick up his baton and at the same moment stretched his leg out and tripped Sebek as Sebek tried to lunge, the other man stumbling into the dust of the training yard. He cursed, nearly landing on all fours, his muscular ass swaying in Silver’s gaze for a moment.
Sebek immediately stood up, red-faced. “That was underhanded, Silver!”
“You know what Father says. There is no such thing as fair in combat.”
“I would have you beaten in moments if…” the wind blew, and Sebek shivered, even as sweat dripped down his neck and past his collarbone. “Curse this cold weather!” he shouted through grit teeth, his fangs obvious.
Silver tilted his head. All he felt was the building heat of arousal as he gazed at Sebek’s body. “Is it so cold?”
“It is!” Sebek crossed his arms. “Do you not see the frost on the windows? Pay attention, Silver!”
“Hm.” Another effect of the potion, most likely. But he didn’t want to think about his continuing academic failure. His gaze roved over Sebek instead. Sebek must have noticed, because his cheeks began to turn pink, his yellow eyes narrowing. He let out a breath and licked his lips, something Silver learned he usually did when his mind turned to the subject Silver was thinking about too.
“Do you want me to warm you up?” Silver offered. “My bed is quite…warm.” Not the best line he had ever used, but it got the message across. And considering how often they did this, he was sure Sebek wouldn’t care.
It had been a stressful day after the ruined potions exam, and Silver needed this.
Sebek scoffed. “I do not require warmth, but I accept your offer.” He moved close to Silver, the two men leaning in to each other, Silver breathing in Sebek’s presence. Sebek leaned forward and kissed him, a promise for more, the way he always liked to do after sparring.
Silver’s lips buzzed, the kiss featherlight despite the pressure Sebek was clearly using, his kisses always forceful. Silver barely felt the flick of Sebek’s tongue.
“Hurry up, Silver,” Sebek said, breath already husky as he pulled away. “Or did I tire you out already?” His fangs flashed in a grin.
Silver smiled and followed.
When his door clicked shut behind them, Sebek immediately pulled Silver close, his kiss even harder. Every time, it seemed, Sebek’s kisses grew deeper, more forceful, as though each time he learned a little more about what felt good and what both he and Silver liked. Silver liked it too, he had to admit. Since beginning to date after Malleus’s overblot, and being intimate, every bit of time together was like a new discovery. He loved it.
But he would love it more right now if he could feel it the way he wanted. He kissed Sebek back, trying to get the same sensation of Sebek’s soft lips, backed by his strong jaw and hard fangs, but the feeling was muted behind the frustrating effect of the potion.
“Ah,” Sebek said. He broke away, eyes flashing. “Is that how you like it, Silver?”
Silver blinked. “I just…a little harder, Sebek.”
Sebek raised his eyebrows in a moment of confusion, but then obliged. This time he reached up and put his hand behind Silver’s head, and Silver grabbed his shoulders, their mouths opening. Sebek’s tongue was in his mouth then, Silver knew, wet and probing, but even then it felt light. Their breathing mingled, Sebek gasping as they kissed, Silver struggling to breath even as he moved his mouth against Sebek’s. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling, on his tongue, Sebek’s tongue, their lips together. Softness, wetness, a promise of more. Their bodies moved together, Silver pulling Sebek closer, his cock aching even as he quested for physicality. It…it wasn’t enough, and Silver groaned into the kiss, pulling Sebek closer, seeking with his tongue. Something to grasp onto, something he could feel.
Ah, there. Sensation.
“Silver!” Sebek pulled back. “Fool!”
Silver blinked in surprise at the blood on Sebek’s lips, on his fangs. Then he tasted it. His tongue, scraped by Sebek’s fangs.
“Oops,” he said.
Sebek licked blood off his lips, his face flushing red as he did. “You did that on purpose!” Sebek barked.
Silver tucked his hair behind his ear, swallowing the taste of his blood. He was sure his tongue was supposed to be stinging with pain, but he couldn’t even feel that. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize!” Sebek glared at him. “Just be careful!”
“I will. C’mon, Sebek.” Silver moved closer, this time reaching out and slipping his hands under Sebek’s workout shirt. Sebek hissed. “You want this too, don’t you?” Silver brushed their hips together, their obvious bulges rubbing together, Silver jerking his hips toward Sebek to try and get more friction.
Sebek shuddered against Silver. “Y-yes,” he said, his mouth watering. His tongue flicked again against his lips, the last bit of the blood disappearing. “You…you taste good, you know.”
Silver chuckled. “Good to know.”
Silver pushed himself against Sebek, gripping the other man’s arms, trying to get friction. In response Sebek moaned, Silver inadvertently shoving him backwards, and Sebek ended up sitting on the bed, Silver on his lap.
“You’re desperate today, Silver,” Sebek said in his ear. Silver’s face heated. He didn’t mean to come off like that, but his body ached with need, and nothing felt like enough. The touch he felt was worse than teasing, pressure but no friction, not enough, like featherlight tickles instead of what he needed.
“I…I want to go inside you,” he said. The thought of Sebek’s familiar, tight heat sent a shiver through him, his cock dripping. He kissed Sebek’s neck, rolling his hips. “You always like that, don’t you?”
“I always make you feel good, don’t I?” Sebek replied with a smirk. “You can’t resist me, Silver.” He began unlacing his pants, revealing his hard cock, the sight of it making Silver throb. Sebek’s cock was beautiful, large and thick, and so nice to stroke while he thrust inside him. He always expected Sebek to one day ask to top, but since their first night together on his birthday, Sebek giving him pleasure by letting Silver go inside him that first time, he had been content to bottom.
That was fine with Silver. He would love to experience Sebek inside him, but right now, he wanted Sebek badly, in any form. He needed sensation, more than usual, and the most intense he could imagine was fucking Sebek the way he usually did. Sebek was arrogant about it, but he was right—he always made Silver feel good.
Silver disrobed, tossing his clothes next to Sebek on the floor. He grabbed lube from the dresser, and for a moment was distracted by Sebek laying down next to him, pulling him down into another kiss. Their skin touched, bare legs and thighs and stomachs, their cocks rubbing together, as Sebek plundered his mouth, his tongue flicking and pulling, inviting Silver on top of him.
The bed creaked beneath their weight, and Silver let out a soft sigh, even as Sebek moaned loudly in his ear. He could feel Sebek’s cock, but it wasn’t like it usually was. Silver’s cock throbbed with need, but Sebek’s movements, his usual cool friction, were featherlight through the potions numbing effect.
Silver suppressed another sigh, and reached down, spilling more lube than necessary onto his length. Sebek hissed at the chill liquid. “Don’t be so sloppy, Silver!”
“Get ready,” was all Silver said.
“You don’t need to tell me!” Sebek snapped, and then moaned again when Silver kissed him. Silver grabbed Sebek’s thigh, guiding his leg up and his thighs apart, easy access to his hole.
Silver thrust, and Sebek jolted beneath him, but adjusted all too easily, the way he always did. They were always in sync, and Silver appreciated that now as he began to thrust, chasing any bit of pleasure he could.
“Oh, you really are desperate today, Silver,” Sebek said with a huffing laugh. It turned into a loud groan when Silver thrust deep, the bed banging against the wall. One of Silver’s alarm clocks hit the floor from the nightstand.
“Hah…oh…” Sebek rolled his head back and opening his mouth, fangs sharp as he gasped his pleasure. “Yes, Silver! I can take anything you can do…ah!”
Silver thrust harder, faster, his body beginning to bead with sweat. Sebek jolted beneath him, the other man clearly lost in the pleasure of it, his thick cock dripping precum onto his stomach with every movement Silver made. Silver’s cock ached with need. The movements, Sebek’s tight heat, felt like teasing now, better than before but not enough, pressure without enough friction, doing nothing but making Silver snap his hips to chase something that he feared wouldn’t work.
But he wanted this. He needed it, he needed to come!
“Silver, oh…” The bed shook, Sebek gripping the covers. “I’m…”
Sweat beaded on Silver’s temple, on his shoulders. He clasped Sebek’s hands in his, more contact. He wanted to kiss Sebek, but he couldn’t stop thrusting now, and it still wasn’t enough. His heart thumped in his ears, his body buzzing with need and with that annoying numbness that he couldn’t break through.
“Silver…” heavy-lidded yellow eyes met his. “I…I’m so close…”
Sebek’s cock was rock-hard when Silver reached for it, beginning to stroke in time with his thrusts. He squeezed hard, hopefully not too hard, his mind full of his own desire and need, jerking his hips harder than he ever had before into Sebek, seeking pleasure the potion wouldn’t let him have. He bit his lip, stroking Sebek, Sebek’s cries beneath him glorious and sexy and just not enough.
Sebek bellowed, and cum fountained between Silver’s fingers. He tightened around Silver, and it was better, but when Sebek relaxed and Silver stopped thrusting, covered in sweat and heart pounding, Silver was still agonizingly hard.
Silver pulled out, trying to catch his breath.
“That was amazing, Silver. You always…” Sebek sat up, his satisfied grin turning into a frown.
“You didn’t come!” he shouted, accusing.
“I know, I…I’m sorry.” Silver still wanted to finish, but even now his body felt light, buzzing.
“Did I do something wrong?” Sebek asked, eyes wide.
The words made him feel worse. “No, it’s…” he sighed. He didn’t want to tell Sebek about the potion, a flash of shame at his own inability going through him, but it was always best to be honest. “I’m feeling a bit of numbness from a potion incident. It will wear off in 24 hours, but right now…” frustration made him shake his head. “I was because of my sleepiness. My own lack of discipline. I failed at making a painkilling potion in class and made a numbing potion, and now I’m so numb I don’t think I can come.. I want to, but…” He clenched his jaw. “It’s my own failure. I’m sorry. At least you--”
“THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE, SILVER!”
Silver jumped, eyes going wide.
Sebek suddenly jumped off the bed, grabbing his clothes. Was he going to leave? Had he made him that angry?
Once clothed, he turned on Silver, his gaze firm. “How dare you talk about yourself that way! Wait here! I will return very shortly, and then I will ensure you enjoy yourself to the fullest!”
The door banged behind him as he left, and Silver winced. He had said he was coming back, but what was he going to do? Was Sebek that disappointed? Silver knew his issues with sleeping, were all because of the blessing of the diurnal fae, which now felt more like a curse. Sebek hadn’t been as quick to blame Silver since Malleus’s overblot, but Silver knew that didn’t mean anything. He was still falling asleep, still struggling because of it, and if he could just do better, he wouldn’t have to suffer consequences like—
The door barged open again, Sebek striding inside, holding something close to his chest with one hand. With the other, Sebek pointed at him, eyes flashing in anger as the door swung shut.
“You made me feel amazing!” Sebek shouted. “You always do, every time, giving me more pleasure than I ever could get on my own, and you’re just going to say it’s okay for you not to achieve the same? You’re going to give up? That’s not like you! YOU DESERVE PLEASURE TOO, SILVER, SLEEPINESS OR NOT!”
Silver blinked. “I…” He breathed out, Sebek’s words sending a strange sort of relief though him. Sebek wasn’t mad. That was good, but… “Thank you, Sebek, but I don’t know if—”
“Enough, Silver.” Sebek’s faced reddened as he approached, and now Silver could see what he was carrying. Silver’s face went hot.
“You have a…” Silver didn’t know what to call it, exactly, but he knew what it was for. “A sex toy?”
It was unmistakable. A cylindrical, soft toy, the interior plush. It was decorated with…Silver swallowed. It looked scaled, and rough, with a button on the side for…
“It is perfectly normal!” Sebek bellowed. Silver just nodded. “I use it for…it is meant for use during a fae’s rut.” Sebek cleared his throat. “It has many features, including vibration, suction, and heat, among other things.” Silver’s eyes widened, his cock thickening further with renewed desire at the thought of Sebek using this toy, his body slick with sweat as he pumped his hips deep inside it. “It takes only the slightest bit of magic to activate, and the magic will power it for some time after, in case concentration lapses.”
Silver’s mouth turned up. Concentration lapse, indeed.
“It is quite intense, and like I said, meant for use during a rut, when such sensation is appreciated.” Sebek held it out. “For a human like yourself, I wouldn’t advise it, but if you truly are numb, this will almost certainly guarantee that you are able to fully enjoy yourself the way you deserve to!”
Silver took it, the material surprisingly firm in his hand. Sebek’s face reddened further as he spoke, his gaze not so subtly centered on Silver’s cock. “If you use it, I can…I can watch, if you’d like.”
He’d already come, but he wanted to make sure Silver did too. Gratitude and warmth filled Silver’s chest. “Of course,” Silver said. “I…what’s the best way to…”
“I like to…I mean, it is pleasurable to support it against a pillow and then thrust,” Sebek said. “But it is your choice!”
“Okay. Thank you, Sebek.” Silver had never stopped being hard, his cock aching for sensation, for release. He got on all fours, propping the toy between two pillows. It didn’t seem to do much, falling over quickly.
“Like this,” Sebek said. He channeled a bit of magic into the toy. Nothing much seemed to change, other than the toy growing warm in Silver’s hand when he positioned it. It also seemed to stay in place on its own, thrumming with obvious traces of Sebek’s magic.
“Thank you,” Silver said. He swallowed down uncertainty, but he did trust Sebek. “I’ll give this a try.”
“Good. I guarantee you’ll enjoy it.” Sebek was staring, his own cock starting to harden again. The sight sent another rush of lust through Silver.
He could do this, he though as he positioned himself. He half-feared it wouldn’t work, but Sebek wanted him to try, and he wanted to also. He just wished he and Sebek could come together, and he wasn’t sure a toy would be quite the same as being with Sebek, but at least it would feel…
He sank into the toy and immediately moaned, his voice a broken sound.
The toy sucked and vibrated around him, sensation across his entire cock, pulsing on the head and sending thrumming pleasure deep into his body. He could sense Sebek’s magic, buzzing and ever-present, and the toy seemed to target exactly where he needed it, the middle and then tip of his now-throbbing shaft, drawing out each bit of feeling. It was different than his hand, different than thrusting into Sebek, the toy asking him to give up control and sink into sensation.
“Oh, S-Sebek…” Silver groaned. His hips rocked, and then he had to pause, the toy making him see stars as it thrummed and vibrated and pulsed. “You were right, this is…” It was so good, but almost unbearable, even through his numbness. If he wasn’t numb, he would be cumming already. “How can you stand this for long, oh…”
Sebek stared down at him, his gaze fixed, and his cock now fully hard. “Are you going to cum, Silver?” more magic was channeled into the toy.
“Ah…” Silver writhed as he thrust again, the toy squeezing and settling into a new rhythm, one that had him shuddering with renewed desire. “Yes, I think…Oh, Sebek, your magic…”
He stretched his legs out, seeking more and somehow less sensation from the toy, his mouth open as he panted. He had never felt anything like this, pleasure that held and fought through numbness, desire that wouldn’t break, Sebek’s magic surrounding him and centered entirely in his cock. He was close, he would come, but he wanted just a bit more. Something else.
“Sebek…ah…” he had to catch his breath, to fight to speak through gasps and cries. Sebek watched, licking his lips, his cock hard and dripping.
“Fuck me,” Silver moaned.
“Are…are you sure?”
“Please!” Silver moaned again, his cock threatening to shoot any moment. He wanted to. But he wanted…no, he needed Sebek.
Heavy weight settled behind him. Silver was lost in sensation, barely able to process it. Sebek’s cool closeness, the cap of the bottle of lube. Sebek’s hands on his shoulders, then his arms, and then…
“Ah!” Silver threw his head back as Sebek entered him, and for a moment he understood why Sebek liked it so much. He was filled, and more than that, Sebek hit a spot deep inside that made the pleasure from the toy seem insignificant in comparison.
“Sebek, yes!” Silver was being louder than usual, but between the toy, filled with Sebek’s magic, and Sebek himself, he didn’t care. “I…Oh, yes, yes….”
“Silver, you feel so good,” Sebek breathed. He nipped him, sharp fangs on his ear, and his neck, and it just made it better.
The two men fell into a rhythm, and Silver was awash in pleasure. The toy, sucking and vibrating and stimulating his cock more than he would ever need after this potion wore off, Sebek inside him, his muscular hips slamming deep over and over. Sebek’s arms around him, his fangs in his neck, everything…
Silver moaned again. He was close, so close, and yet suddenly he didn’t want it to end.
“Ah….ah…Silver…” Sebek’s voice was harsh. Silver’s body rocked from Sebek’s thrusts, each movement sending pleasure spiraling, even as the toy around his length buzzed and squeezed. Sebek’s hands gripped him, teasing his nipples as he thrust from behind.
“Ngh, Silver…!” Sebek shouted in his ear, then bit him harder, and Silver leaned his head back, relishing the sensation of Sebek’s shouts, his length deep inside him, and his own cock ensconced in the toy. Sebek’s toy. Sebek was making him feel this, breaking through the numbness. Sebek wanted him to enjoy it, to make him feel the same way he was making Sebek feel, to feel…feel…
Silver gasped, his body shuddering. Sebek’s fingernails scraped his skin, and fangs dug further into his neck, Sebek’s thrusts shoving him further into the buzzing, sucking toy.
Fangs left his neck, blood dripping. “Silver, please…I’m…You have to…”
Silver grit his teeth, pleasure surging. Sebek’s words echoed in his mind.
“You deserve pleasure too!”
Sebek didn’t care about his failure, his sleepiness. Sebek wanted him to feel good.
Silver moaned as his body began to surge, and then he was coming hard into the buzzing toy, the peak of his pleasure achieved, the pleasure so intense he couldn’t make a sound. Sebek’s thrusts, his touch, the toy and Sebek’s caring washed through him a shuddering climax, spurts of cum filling the fancy toy and overflowing onto the bedspread. Wet heat filled him as Sebek came too, pumping cum that dripped down his thighs, Sebek’s grip tightening and making Silver’s orgasm even better. It went on and on, his cock spurting huge amounts in an orgasm that wrung him out completely.
Silver’s body went limp as it ended, exhaustion at the effort and the warm glow of satisfaction draining his energy. The toy stopped, the magic ceasing as cum filled it to the brim and spilled over the sides.
Silver lay, breathing hard, even as Sebek gasped next to him, both of them still. “I’m sorry, Silver, I…I couldn’t help but cum,” Sebek said. “Did….”
“It’s fine,” Silver said. “I did too.”
Sebek beamed, propping himself up and moving off of Silver. “Hah! I knew I could make you feel good!”
Silver smiled. That was an understatement. For a moment he just breathed, too tired and satisfied to even speak for a moment while Sebek smiled down at him.
“You did,” Silver finally spoke, his body feeling boneless as he began to move. “You always do. And thank you for…for putting in the effort. And letting me use your, um, toy.”
“It is nothing!” Sebek’s eyebrows went up at the amount of cum that dripped from the toy when Silver moved. “Just do not get used to it! I am far more pleasurable than any—”
Silver kissed him, Sebek’s words silent. “I know,” Silver said. “It was all you, Sebek. You’re the perfect toy.”
Sebek grinned. “Yes, I am…HEY!”
Silver just laughed and kissed him again.