Sending #2
That does nothing to put me at ease, and I’m sure my frown shows it.
“It’s nothing you need to worry about, I promise,” Olbric says gently. “Though it’s far less fun than running off being a renegade wizard.”
I snort a laugh at that. “Renegade, huh?”
“That’s what Thora’s calling you.”
I roll my eyes. “For fuck’s sake, I’m coming back.”
Olbric rests his head on his hand. “Yeah, well, she doesn’t believe you.”
“Why does that not surprise me?” I mutter. “What sort of trouble do you think I’m in? For leaving the Crux?”
“Guess you’ll find out once you come back,” Olbric says before his grin turns sly. “Hopefully whatever punishment you get is the fun kind.”
“Somehow, I doubt it,” I chuckle. If the Royal Guard is involved in this, I have a feeling I’m in for more than a slap on the wrist - or even a good paddle on the ass like I know Olbric’s suggesting. The thought makes me ache for a different reason. “I miss you already.”
“I miss you, too,” he says, his smile sad. He shifts on his bed, straightening his legs as he leans back on his elbows. The move makes the hem of his shirt lift, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of his hip bone. And in that moment, all I can think about is how badly I want to kiss it.
Olbric tilts his head curiously. “What are you thinking about?”
“About how lickable you look.”
He lets out a surprised laugh. “Oh, do I?”
My grin widens as I lean forward. “Lift your shirt.”
He chuckles but does as asked, pulling his shirt up and off.
Russet skin glows in the warm light of his room as he leans back carelessly, though his smirk holds a hint of mischief now.
“Why do I think that being alone for this trip is going to be the real challenge for you? No one there to keep you warm at night.”
I hum at that. “Good thing you’re so scorching hot you can do it from a distance.” Olbric laughs even as a bit of a flush rushes to his face. “Take your trousers off.”
Olbric draws his lower lip between his teeth, but it barely stifles his grin.
He shifts on his bed, rising up before he hooks his thumbs over the waist of his pants.
Always the exhibitionist, he makes a bit of a show of it, sliding his pants down slow before his soft cock slips free of the fabric.
He meets my eye before he shimmies them the rest of the way off.
Even as often as we’re together, I realize that it’s been some time since I just sat back and looked at him. And fuck, but I love what I see. In the golden glow of his room, he’s beautiful. His hair is loose, cascading over his shoulders as he gracefully straightens to look at me again.
Heat builds in my gut, making my cock start to swell. I reach for my trouser laces as I say, “Kneel, beautiful. Let me see you.”
Olbric’s breath hitches, and his heated gaze meets mine as he sinks to his knees, spreading his legs prettily. “Why do I have a feeling Arlon would frown knowing that this is what we’re using a coveted sending spell for?”
I chuckle even as I pull my cock free from the slit of my trousers. “Good thing he’s not here to see it. It’s just you and me.”
“Yes, Dom,” he says, and I smile. I tease my length, enjoying how Olbric can’t seem to look away from it. “Do you miss this?”
Olbric gives a rather breathless laugh. “More than you know.”
I hum at that before an idea strikes me. “Go grab your favorite toy, beautiful. I’ll wait.”
Olbric’s face darkens with lust, and he immediately slips off his bed and disappears from sight.
It only takes him a moment to return, and he’s carrying a magiline phallus in one hand, a bottle of lotion in the other.
He sets them on the bed in front of him before sinking back to his kneel, his lower lip held between his teeth as he waits for my next order.
“That’s a good girl.” I give a quiet hiss of pleasure as I squeeze the head of my cock. “All it takes is some distance between us for you to be obedient, huh?”
Olbric’s grin is absolutely feral. “Don’t push your luck.”
I can’t stop a laugh at that, even though ideas are already spinning in my head. How could I punish him from a distance? I’m sure I’ll have plenty of time to think on it, but for now I say, “Smart mouth. Why don’t you use it to wet that toy?”
Olbric brushes his hair out of the way before he leans down.
He runs a long lick up the side of the toy, his eyes never leaving mine.
Pleasure coils in my gut at the sight, and as he wraps his lips around the toy, I can almost imagine them around mine.
I stroke my cock in time with the steady bob of his head, only to groan when he swallows the toy to the base.
He pulls back with a gasp, a string of saliva still threaded between him and the magiline tip.
“Good girl,” I purr, seeing the shiver that rushes through him. “Now, I want you to fuck yourself with that toy. And I want to hear how good it feels.”
Olbric lets out a quiet moan. “Yes, Dom.”
I watch as he grabs the toy, slathering it with a handful of lotion.
He shifts until he’s on all fours before taking the toy in hand.
I can’t see all that he’s doing, but I can read the pleasure on his face as he eases the toy into himself.
He lets out a soft moan, and I swear as a bit of precum helps slick the path my hand is taking over my cock.
“How’s that feel, beautiful?”
Olbric bites his lip, back bowing as he starts to thrust. “Not as good as yours.”
“That’s a good answer,” I chuckle. “Look here so you can see what you’re missing.”
Olbric opens his eyes to focus on me, his lids heavy with pleasure. The arm holding him up starts to shake a little as the other continues to thrust the toy into him. Between his legs, his hard cock hangs down, a trail of precum already leaking from the tip.
The sight of him working himself over makes my blood roar, pleasure singing through me as I speed my pace up. “Sit up, beautiful. I want to watch you ride it while you fuck your hand.”
Olbric does as told, kneeling up before sinking down on the toy. It’s a shame the toy isn’t mounted on anything so he can ride it properly, but seeing his hips jerk as he thrusts into his hand is just as good.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “Keep going just like that.”
The pleasure in my gut starts to build, coiling in me as my end slowly approaches. Going off the haze of pleasure on Olbric’s face, the moans he’s making, he’s not far off either. His hand works fervently over his length, but he slows with a whimper of need.
“Dom, please,” he pants.
“Not yet, beautiful,” I say. “Hold out for me.”
Olbric’s moan makes heat surge through me. I’m not going to last much longer. The sight of him, the sound of him, is even better than the feel of my own hand.
“Dom, please,” he begs, voice breathy with need.
I groan, feeling that point of no return. “Let me see it, beautiful. Cum for me.”
Olbric sinks down onto the toy with a shuddering sound of pleasure as his cock empties over his hand.
I swear as I follow him into bliss, my orgasm coursing out of me.
For a brief moment, the pleasure erases every worry, every doubt.
My world narrows down to Olbric, and I just savor the sight of him in the throes of ecstasy.
Slowly, we come down from the high, and I chuckle as I meet his eye, fishing out a handkerchief from my pocket. Olbric loosens his hand from around his length, panting as he smiles at me through his mussed hair. All the things I feel for him well up, filling me with warmth.
“I love -” The image of him suddenly breaks apart, like a cloud of steam being wafted away, the sending spent. “- you.”
The silence that follows is deafening. The ache of longing, the worry and doubt I was able to forget for a time, comes rushing back in as I clean myself up. The light of my dying fire suddenly feels unable to keep the darkness at bay.
I let out a long sigh as I lay down. Holding the image of Olbric in my head, I close my eyes to sleep.