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It was on a random Tuesday the Truthless Recluse decided to send a letter to the Sage that offered him a week of stress-free visitation, as he noticed the drop in mana throughout his own visitations to the Sage’s Lectures. It…seemed like more of a statement than a question or choice, But Sage was happy nonetheless—his answer would have been yes regardless.
"A week,”Sage breathed out, pressing the letter against his chest with a soft crinkle, albeit taking extra care to not wrinkle or crumble it. The bluebird atop the windowsill cocked its head, feathers ruffling as it hopped closer along the window’s edge. "Seven days," he whispered, grin widening until his cheeks ached. "Seven—seven! Oh, Witches! Can you believe it?" He beamed, turning to said creature.
The bird only chirped, decidedly unimpressed, but Sage was already pacing, heels clicking against the tile rhythmatically. “He never ever ever lets me stay past supper! Never! Not even once. And now I can stay an entire week?!” He Stressed, fiddling with the end of his ponytail as he stopped his pacing, side-eyeing the bird with narrowed eyes.
“Do you think i’d be given the choice to sleep next to him? Ah, impossible…He is—Don’t tell him I said— much too much of a hermit! It’s a bit frightening…” he sighs, pouting slightly before turning to pat the bird on the head.
“Well, thank you for the wise opinion, o’ Sage of Chirp!” He smiled, crouching to flash the Bird a happy grin of teeth with a tilt of his head. Said bird only chirps once more, fluffing its wings against his hand before hopping away and into the air. Ah, how free birds must be. Seeds, Birdbaths, nests.. No worries, stress, or even lectures!
Speaking of worries, he feels like he’s forgetting something. But, if he forgot it, it mustn't be very important.
With a snap of his fingers, the air around him swirled faintly a blue and dandelion yellow as a satchel materialized mid-air, straps already looped over his shoulder to sit comfortably.
Barely a second after, A sharp sting bloomed behind his ribs—mana backlash, the familiar price of haste. He exhaled through his teeth, pressing a hand to his sternum as the pain subsided into a dull throb. "Well!”he chirped, adjusting the bag's weight with a smile. "Worth it."
Very much so worth it! He was so, so excited to see his dearest Recluse. He, unfortunately, had missed their last scheduled meetup due to a sudden overload in work, so he was nearly dying to see him.
The path leaving his own home was that of stone tiles, quite the satisfying sound wearing heels, but his legs were not very…keen on being used, so to speak. Perhaps it was due to his avoidance to walk with them for long periods of time, but could one truly blame him? It was so tiresome!
Sage hummed a jaunty little melody he vaguely remembered from the long forgotten Vanilla kingdom as his heeled feet hovered precisely four inches above the cobblestones. Four, because of the mark decorating his ‘Clusey’s forehead.
Ehe! ‘Four’head? Forehead? Ah, he was hilarious.
The afternoon sun was well, leaving his dough feeling nice and warm.A cluster of his third-year alchemy students nearly tripped over their own feet bowing, to which he wiggled his fingers at them with a giggle of his own, finding the enthusiasm dearing.
The mountain, if you could even call it that, was more of a rocky inconvenience than a proper climb, though he supposed that was exactly why Truthless had chosen it—no one was insane enough to bother scaling it unless they had a death wish. Or, well, a Sage-sized obsession. Standing at the bottom of said mountain, Sage, funnily enough, did not find this a difficult task. He could always just teleport to his doorstep, and brush aside the mana debt for later worry.
As he lifted his fingers to snap, a sharp throb pulsed behind his ribs. Ah. Right. He exhaled through his nose, resigned. "Walking it is." The ascent was slow, but not unpleasant—his heels clicked against stone steps worn smooth by time (and, he suspected, occasional tantrums from Truthless when visitors dared linger too long). Halfway up, a familiar ache settled into his thighs, the kind that usually had him collapsing into the nearest chair with dramatic flair. Today, though, he pushed through with only a soft whine, too eager to see the Recluse to care. Last time they’d seen each other, they’d gotten a bit…carried away, as His Recluse would put it. Assumedly, he deemed such a time too sappy, as now he’d barely even pat his shoulder before shrinking away. How saddening.
The cracks spiderwebbed across his doughy skin like fine porcelain left too long in the sun—annoying, but hardly fatal. Sage clicked his tongue, poking at a particularly stubborn fissure near his elbow. "Honestly," he muttered, "you'd think immortality came with a warranty." The climb wasn't that steep!
…Probably.
He glanced down at the dizzying drop behind him and promptly decided not to look again, though. What kind of Sage would he be if he crumbled from such a silly little mountain? A horrible Sage is what!
With a louder whine, Sage huffs, flinching when he leaned on one leg too heavily and felt it crack a bit. Ugh! So dramatic. Oh well, he was there anyway. With a knock on the door in the rhythm he always used, Sage clears his throat before speaking.
“‘Clusey~! Tis I, Your Lovely Sage, Here to cure your loneliness and rid you of your boredom!” He sing-songs, poking at a crack in his knuckle.
The door swung open before Sage could finish his theatrics, revealing Truthless Recluse in all his glory—hair surprisingly kept, hat askew, and what looked like a sugar sprinkle on his bottom lip. Sweet! His nostrils flared almost imperceptibly, pupils dilating before he schooled his expression into something resembling exasperation. "You're early," he muttered, stepping aside with a sweep of his arm. As Sage moved to walk in, Truthless caught a glance of the cracks following beneath his sleeves and promptly yanked him to the side, pushing him against the door that had slammed shut and pulling his sleeve up.
“What is this?” He huffs, brows furrowed as he quickly heals said crack, immediately beginning to check for more, to which Sage grins and points each area out. Oh, how worth it, it was, to get such attention from the Hermit!
“It’s truly nothing much, My Dear—oh!” He laughs breathily as he’s pushed to the couch, only half heartedly protesting that he was fine. He was fine, his body was just very weak and prone to cracking due to the overuse of milk in his ingredients.
The Truthless Recluse only rolls his eyes, yanking his sleeves up.
"Fucking—Stulte!! Quod fecisti?”Truthless hissed, calloused fingers brushing over Sage's cracked forearm with a gentleness he had long since stopped carrying. Warm golden light spilled from his fingertips, knitting the fissures back together with a soothing hum that contradicted every sharp edge of what he claims to be. Sage bit back a shiver—both at the magic and the way Truthless's Voice deepened in irritation.
Sage nervously chuckled, the sound catching in his throat as a sudden flush of warmth crept up his neck. He furrowed his brows, fingers twitching against the couch cushions. Why did his mana feel so—oh. Oh goodness. His breath hitched. What month was it?!
"Clusey," Sage's voice came out strained, fingers digging into the couch cushions as his souljam pulsed, begging for rest. He only ignored it. "What..aha, what month is it?"
Truthless paused mid-heal, raising a brow before scoffing. "August," he muttered, fingers resuming their work with practiced ease. "Did you crack your skull too?"
August? Ohhh. August.
Oh.
Sage's jaw tightened, breath hitching as his souljam cried. He could feel it now, the exhaustion creeping along his dough, the way his magic strained to maintain the pheromone-blocking spell he'd cast every day. No no no no. Not here. Not now. His mana would not fail whilst he was here in front of the Recluse—!! He couldn’t ruin how far they’ve gotten!
Sage shot up from the couch like a startled hare, nearly kneeing Truthless in the chin as he scrambled backwards. "Tea!" he blurted, voice cracking on the syllable. He cleared his throat, fingers twitching at his sides. "I'll—ah, I should make us some tea!! Yes. Warm. Nice warm tea. Very... normal activity. For Two Alphas."
Wow, what a save. Seriously? He was the Sage of Truth. What of that sentence spoke ‘Sage’ worthy? Ah, just crumble him now.
His heels clicked against the hardwood as he sidestepped toward the kitchen, hands fluttering in vague gestures that might've been meant to convey calmness if not for the way his pupils kept dilating. Damn physical symptoms he couldn’t control! He hated being out of control.
Truthless squints in confusion and irritation, but ultimately sighs and follows him to the kitchen. Sage is ..cleaning two cups, staring at his reflection in the window. Oh gods, don’t freak out..don’t freak out.. the mana can hold just a week longer, right? Surely it could. He was only the best Sage there ever were to exist, he could handle a week's worth of mana debt. And the week before that. And the one before that…And…Okay, so what he had a few Weeks worth of debt to shake off? He was perfectly stable.
Oopsie! He nicked his finger on the chipped handle! Having broken glass in the sink is a hazard, maybe His Dearest needs a lecture on safety precautions.
How could he possibly fix this situation? He’d never dealt with something as such. Perhaps he could excuse himself to the restroom and see if release calms his sugarbones? Goodness, but he was never the quietest…
Worth a shot? He could always excuse it as noises of pain; It was better than his magic completely wearing down his front and exposing his pheromones for Truthless to smell—which, he obviously would. He was nowhere near an idiot, if his magic even slipped just an inch he’d know immediately.
Lost in his thoughts of solving one problem, He accidentally created another.The teacup he currently had in hand slipped from his fingers, shattering against the countertop with a sound that made him flinch. He stared at the left over shards, breath coming in shallow bursts-though whether from the mess or the way Truthless's scent suddenly spiked behind him in alert, he couldn't tell.
His Scent was always so heavenly.
"Witches," Truthless muttered, moving closer to grab Sage's wrist before he could reach for the broken pieces. His grip was tight yet not unkind, thumb pressing against the pulse point in a way that made Sage's knees wobble, yet he knew he was (attempting to) subtly checking his heartrate. "You're shaking." The observation was flat, but mild concern was shown in his expression. Sage was never so…unbalanced. Sage watched, transfixed, as Truthless's throat worked around a swallow. That single sprinkle still clung to his lip. Sage wanted to lick it off.
Sage whined quietly, the sound slipping between his teeth before he could smother it.
"I—" His tongue felt too thick in his mouth, yet he forced words out anyway. “I think I need to lie down. Just for a bit." The words tumbled out in a rush, half-truths wrapped hastily enough to be worthy of his regret later. Deprivation of sleep and mana wasn’t entirely a lie, after all. Just…not the whole truth!
Truthless scoffs in irritation as Sage nearly snatches his hand back, fixing the mess with a snap of his fingers—though instantly regretting it with the way his body sagged in plea—as he rushed to the hall he knew held the guest rooms.
The guest room door slammed shut behind Sage with far more force than intended—the wood rattled in its frame as he pressed his back against it, sliding down until his knees hit the floor. His fingers dug into the plush carpet, grounding himself against the wave of dizziness that threatened to pull him under. It would be okay! Al he had to do was give his body some release, and he wouldn’t have to worry of ruining the relationship he finally had constructed perfectly and beautifully.
He pauses, Taking a moment to breathe before dragging himself up to a crouch, body feeling heavy as he crawls atop the bed, shuddering at the cool fabric against his warm dough.
Sage lays his head against the headboard of the bed, hastily removing his dresspants and heels in favor of getting to the pulsing heat that was begging for a filling sensation beneath said cloth. Truly, the warmth was nearly unbearable, although he couldn’t help the shuddered moan that left his mouth once his hand cupped the still covered mound between his legs. Oh, Witches, he needed this.
Sage's fingers twitched as they slipped beneath the damp fabric of his underwear, his breath hitching the moment slick fingertips brushed his swollen clit. "Hnn-!" The sound punched out of him before he could smother it, his hips jerking up into his own touch. He bit down on his lower lip hard enough to taste the blueberries and milk of his ingredients, but it did nothing to stifle the whine that followed when he dragged two fingers through his soaked folds in one slow, teasing stroke.
"Ah, ah! oh-!”His back arched off the bed, thighs trembling as he circled his clit in tight, desperate little motions. The pressure was alot for his sensitive body—even moreso now with the sensitivity that came from heat cycles—but Sage had always been greedy, always pushed himself further than he should. His free hand fumbled with the buttons of his blouse, nails scraping against his sternum once he finally got it open, desperate for any friction against his chest.
His unoccupied hand moved to pinch a nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, tugging and twisting it as his back arched lewdly. Oh, witches, he was so disgusting…Doing such things in a room provided by his Recluse, like some common harlot with no real self respect.
…He loved it. He could only imagine how it would feel if the Recluse was the one rubbing his clit, if Recluse was the one pinching and tugging on his breasts, his mouth on his own neck and marking him so beautifully for all to see…Maybe he’d even speak with that deliciously deep voice of his, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as he slides his fingers into his dripping cunt.
“Aah..haah..” Sage’s breath hitches as the two fingers he had previously been twirling slide to dip into his wet heat, thumb brushing against the sensitive bundle that was now most likely throbbing and out of its hood.
Sage's fingers curled upward desperately, the sudden press against that swollen, spongy spot inside him making his vision white out for a split second.
"FfFuck..f-fuck.-!" The words tumbled out between choked gasps, his hips stuttering against his own hand in tiny aborted thrusts. His thighs trembled where they were splayed wide, heels digging into the mattress as he chased that delicious friction. It truly was not enough; What he really needed was Truthless, pounding into his welcoming heat and knotting him, filling his with his load and touching his dough with each deep moan that would spill from his chapped lips.
Sage's fingers slammed into himself with a wet slap, knuckles brushing against his swollen folds with each desperate thrust againsg his sweet spot.
His breath came in ragged gasps, head thrown back against the headboard as his hips rolled to meet his own hand. The sheets bunched beneath his fingers, fabric threatening to tear under his grip as his back arched off the mattress. "Ah! Ah—mmn.. ‘cluse, ple-ease-!" The name spilled from his lips shamefully loud, voice cracking on the syllables as he instead imagined Truthless’s finger pistoning into his cunt, perhaps even biting his earlobe whilst whispering filthy words into his ear.
Sage nearly sobbed, pulling his fingers out with a slick pop before flipping onto all fours.
The new position allowed him to arch his back freely, presenting himself shamelessly to the empty room as he shoved two fingers back inside with ease. He muffled his whines by biting down on the pillow—cotton filling pressing against his tongue as drool dampened the fabric. The stretch burned deliciously when he added a third finger, twisting his wrist just so to brush against that spot that made his thighs quiver whorishly.
He could feel the mana drip away the front of an alpha, his phermones filling the room with a sweet, artificial blueberry scent mixed with yoghurt, but he simply did not care enough to stress. He highly doubted Truthless would come in; He was most likely outside in the given moment.
Sage's fingers plunged deep as his back arched violently, toes curling against the sheets—his entire body seizing as pleasure ripped through him like a lightning strike. "T-TRUTHLE—ah! Hah, hahh—" His voice cracked on the name, the sound echoing off the walls far louder than intended. His thighs trembled uncontrollably, slick gushing around his fingers as his cunt clenched in rhythmic pulses, each spasm wringing another broken whimper from his throat.
The pillow fell from his slack jaw as he collapsed forward, cheek smushed against the mattress while his hips still twitched with aftershocks. His fingers slid out with a wet sound, strands of slick connecting them to his swollen folds before snapping.
Sage panted into the sheets, limbs limp as overcooked dough, barely registering the cooling mess between his thighs as his knees kept them from falling, forcing his limp body into an arch. He could only whimper needily and rock his hips back in a fuzzy thought of wanting to be bred.
Alas, he had, unfortunately for his pride yet fortunately for his cunt, screamed loud enough to get the attention of his dearest Recluse. Therefore, when the door slammed open to reveal a concerned yet alarmed Truthless with the preparation of attacking whatever threat caused such a sound,he could only moan pathetically and shove his face into the pillow with tears of embarassing need.
“—Sage.?” Truthless Recluse stood frozen in the doorway, body slowly losing it’s cautious tension, instead being replaced by confusion and concern. Sage whimpered into the pillow, hips still twitching in tiny, involuntary circles, presenting his dripping cunt like some shameless omega in full heat. Which, well. He was.
Truthless slowly stepped in, closing the door behind him with furrowed brows. The latch clicked shut with a tiny snap, heavy boots making the weak floor strain slightly. “You…aren’t an alpha.” The words hung between them-albeit less a question, more an accusation dragged from him by sheer biological impossibility. Alpha’s did not have ruts during August. Alpha’s did not have such sweet scents, And Alpha’s did not, in any way, look so utterly pathetic and submissive.
Sage squeezed his eyes shut, fingers twisting in the sheets. His breath hitched as he was caught between logical mortification and the lingering haze of pleasure still throbbing between his thighs that was dripping yet again. Truthless's scent flooded the room involuntarily, Warm Vanilla and hints of cream flooding the room and Sage whimpered as his cunt pulsed anew in response, back arching further to present himself as his scent poured out stronger, calling to the nearby alpha to be bred.
Truthless scoffed, tilting his head down as he stepped closer, the clench of his jaw betraying the effort it took not to glance at the slick mess presented so shamelessly before him. "You, the Sage of Truth, lying?" The words dripped with something between mockery and fond exasperation, a tan hand moving to slide down his sweaty, exposed back. "How hypocritical."
He paused at the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he leaned in, close enough for Sage to feel the heat radiating off him, to catch the faint breathlessness in his voice. A warm palm settled between Sage's trembling shoulder blades, pressing just hard enough to make him arch further. "To even deem yourself a truth-teller..." Truthless's voice roughened, lips brushing the shell of Sage's ear near-teasingly. "How disgusting."
Sage jolted, eyes rolling back as a giant wave of pleasure hit him full force, his thighs clamping around nothing as he came again, just from the slight degrading tone alone. How unlike him. His legs trembled violently, toes curling into the sheets while slick gushed between them, soaking the fabric beneath his hips. The sound that tore from his throat was half-sob, half-gasp, coughing pathetically as he chokes on his own saliva.
Truthless exhaled sharply through his nose, the scent of Sage’s arousal thick enough to taste—sickly sweet blueberries and cream, tinged with the sharp tang of desperation. His fingers twitched against Sage’s back, nails biting crescents into the soft dough of his skin before forcibly relaxing. "Pathetic," he muttered, but the word lacked its usual venom. It came out strained, throat bobbing around a swallow Sage could hear too clearly. Ah, so he wanted this, too. Well…that worked out for him just fine!
Truthless hummed, a low, considering sound that vibrated through the mattress as he toed off his boots with a grunt. The heavy thud of leather hitting the floor made Sage flinch, his hips twitching in anticipation—or perhaps just the aftershocks still wracking his body. Before he could decide which, calloused hands gripped his waist, dragging him bodily toward the edge of the bed with a single rough yank. Sage whined, high and reedy, but Truthless only shoved his face back into the mattress with a scoff, fingers splaying possessively over the doughy swell of his hips. Hm, he could go for a bit more squish. Hypocritical indeed, at least he had some muscle.
Truthless sighed, tapping Sage’s hip in thought. “To think…you were lying this entire time?” He mutters, letting his eyes trail up to Sage’s hair with a look of contemplation. “Through every cycle you had, every time your scent leaked?” His thumb brushed over the curve of Sage’s ass, slow and nearly gentle, before gripping firmly and spreading him wider with a huffed hum, cock twitching in his pants at the sight of slick covering beautiful blue dough he’d later love to mark.
“Did anyone else ever help you, hm?” He snarled, digging blunt nails into the dough of his ass in mild irritation at the passing thought. “Or did you deal with…” He motioned lazily with his free hand, fingers gesturing toward Sage’s dripping, swollen folds. “—this, on your own?”
Sage moans, shaking his head hard enough for it to give him a headache, which was quickly soothed when Truthless’s free hand moves back to his dough, spreading him entirely and groaning quietly at the sight of his cunt visibly clenching in need of release. Release he could give, with the stroke of a finger, thrust of his hip.
Stroke of a…tongue?
With a grunt, Truthless leans down with no further commentary, and he nearly sits up in confusion before he feels something wet and warm drag from his clit to the winking hole above his cunt, groan muffled against dough at the taste of his slick on his tongue.
Sage’s mouth gapes open, eyes wide before the pleasure registers, back arching as he grips the sheets and wails. Spit dribbled down his chin as his head threw itself back, hips attempting to buck away in delicious overstimulation. He may be sensitive, but this is exactly what his needy body needed—A warm, firm tongue directly on his core, eating him out like a man starved.
“Mn…gustum meretricis habes.” Truthless grunts against his clit, narrowed eyes looking between Sage’s spread legs with a grin against slick at the sight of the Scholar already fucked out. He hadn’t even hardly touched him, and he was already drooling and cross-eyed.
Sage moaned, bumping his hips back instinctively—only to let out an embarrassed squeak when Truthless huffed against his dough, the warm puff of breath sending goosebumps rippling across his thighs.
The Recluse’s tongue traced slow, wet circles around the tight rim above his cunt, the heat of it making Sage squirm like a pinned butterfly—Quite a beautiful butterfly he’d be, For his Dearest. His fingers twisted in the sheets, knuckles whitening as he panted against the pillow, drool slicking the fabric beneath his slack jaw even further, face burning in embarrassing need.
Sage’s thoughts swam in a syrupy, sticky haze, his mind alternating between sharp bursts of pleasure and the foggy realization that he was, quite frankly, making a spectacle of himself. The Recluse’s tongue was very insistent, dipping into the tight furl of his rim before dragging downward to lap at his dripping cunt with a roughness that had Sage’s toes curling into the sheets. Ah, perhaps he didn’t regret coming here after all.
“P-please—!!” Sage gasped, the words tangling in his throat as Truthless’s tongue curled against his clit in a slow flick. His hips jerked forward instinctively, only to be pinned back down by a firm hand splayed across his lower back. The Recluse’s own breath hitched, his scent only further sharpening. “Hnn-hk!! B-breed me—Incipe, f-futue me-!!” The Latin spilled from his lips in a rush, tears spilling down his cheeks in need.
Truthless groaned against Sage’s clit, the vibration sending another violent shudder through the Sage’s doughy frame before he pulled back with a wet pop, lips glistening with slick. He kneaded Sage’s hip with a firm, almost contemplative grip before abruptly standing, boots scuffing against the hardwood as he grabbed Sage’s ankles with startling roughness. Sage barely had time to yelp before he was yanked bodily off the bed, knees hitting the floor with a thud that would’ve smarted if not for the heat burning through him like wildfire. Oh, Witches, did he love being manhandled by him.
Sage’s fingers trembled as they hooked into the hem of Truthless’s robes, yanking the fabric up with a desperate urgency that bordered on clumsy. The sight of the Recluse’s cock straining against his trousers punched a whimper from his throat—thick, flushed, and already leaking a sticky smear of precome through the fabric. "Witches," Sage breathed, mouth watering as he nosed the damp spot, inhaling the musk of salt and vanilla with a shudder. His tongue darted out instinctively, licking a slow stripe over the fabric, savoring the way Truthless’s hips twitched forward.
Sage grinned against the bulge, nuzzling his nose against it before rubbing up, nipping at what he assumed was the tip through the fabric. The sharp inhale above him was reward enough asTruthless’s fingers twitched against his scalp, blunt nails digging crescents into the doughy skin there. Sage hummed, pleased, and did it again, slower this time, dragging his teeth just so.
Sage hummed around the fabric, the vibration sending a visible shiver up Truthless's thighs. He tilted his head, pressing the full length of his cock against his tongue horizontally through the trousers, savoring the muffled groan it earned him. When he pulled back, the fabric was soaked with spit and precome, clinging obscenely to every ridge. His lashes fluttered as he peered up through them, lips parted around a needy whine.
"'Clusey," he purred, the name syrupy-sweet and dripping with intent. "Won't you let me taste you properly?" He sighed, pressing his cheek to the clothed erection and holding it gentle against his palm.
Truthless exhaled sharply through his nose, fingers tightening in Sage's hair bordering on being painful. "Insatiable," he muttered, blinking down at the other. With a rough tug, he dragged Sage's head back, exposing the trembling line of his throat, sweat dripping a line down the dough. "You'll take what I give you." The words were meant to sound stern, but the way his cock twitched against Sage's palm ruined the effect entirely. How cute!!
Sage whined as Truthless yanked his underclothing down with a rough tug, his cock springing free with an almost exaggerated bounce—thick, flushed, and already dripping. The scent of it hit him beautifully, his tongue darting out instinctively to catch the bead of precome pearling at the tip before Truthless could pull away—not that he would, anyway.
Calloused fingers gripped his jaw, tilting his face up as the Recluse dragged the swollen head of his cock across Sage's bottom lip in a slow yet firm stroke, smearing slick and drool together whilst not breaking eye contact even for a moment.
“You know… You, Sage, are quite the specimen. A scholar, yet more slutty than knowledgable.” He hums, tapping his cock against his mouth before sliding it to poke at his cheek, rocking his hips back and forth slightly as he spoke.
“ you preach the truth—and purity on occasion, yet you use that same mouth to swallow what my cock leaks for you. You tell me you shalln’t let yourself ever be seen so broken, lest you..mm.. ‘ruin your status’, yet you get on your knees for me. You worry of my approval on this, lie to me, yet still beg me to breed you.
Tell me, My Sage. What do you truly want? What is it that keeps you restless, that makes you worry so? What is it.. that makes you fuck yourself with your fingers late at night, whispering slips of my name on your tongue, begging for me whilst I am not even present? What drives you, motivates you? The possibility that I’d claim you once more, breed you? Mm…T-that I'd fill you with my cum until you’re begging me for mercy? That I’d allow you to suck me dry until your greed is soothed, the need to drain gone?”
“Tell me, Aureate Milk Cookie…”
“Do you want me to have you carry my child?”
If Sage was an idiot, he’d have said such words were uncalled for—maybe even a notch too much. But Sage was a very, very intelligent man. He knew alot of things, and he’d like to say he never lied.
He was also really, really wet.
Sage moans, wrapping his arms around truthless’s thighs, tears prickling his eyes. “Quaeso—!!Quaeso, quaeso Pale Vanilla, quaeso me procrea. Eo opus est mihi—te opus est.” He babbles, turning his head to press wet, openmouthed kisses to the vein along the side of his length.
Truthless moans, hauling Sage up from beneath his arms, laying him on his back on the mattress and crawling to hover atop him, arms on either side of his head. Leaning his weight on one arm, he uses the other to move Sage’s hair out of the way, leaning down to latch onto his neck, cock sliding wetly against his thigh.
Sage moaned, his own hands coming up to hold onto Truthless's head, fingers tangling in blonde strands as he lifted his chin to offer more of his throat. His legs wrapped around Truthless’s waist, heels digging into the small of his back needily.
"P-please—perfice me, Domine,” Sage gasped, fingers twisting in Truthless’s hair as the his teeth scraped a fresh, purple mark beneath his jawline. His hips arched desperately, thighs trembling where they bracketed Truthless’s waist, only to be shoved back down into the mattress by a firm hand on his stomach. "N-noli morari-ah! Quaeso, quaeso, just—just fill me, NiillaaAH~!!” His plea cuts off into a silent wail, jaw slack and eyes glossy and wide, back arched as that thick length suddenly plunges deep into his cunt in one slide, slick and precum making the penetration smooth and quick.
Truthless leans down to sage, grinning at the expression he held before pressing a chaste kiss to his open mouth,leaning near his ear to whisper. “ You speak too much, My Sage.” He pulls his hips back slowly, only to slam in again, grinding deep into his cunt.
“Let go.”
Like a barrier broken, Sage’s voice comes back in a shrill cry, back arching as Truthless’s hips slam against his own with no hesitation, the slap of dough against dough not nearly loud enough to cover the cries of Sage, nor the grunts and curses of His Dearest.
Truthless's hips slammed against his own relentlessly, each thrust squelching noisily, his cunt clenching greedily around the thick length splitting him apart. The Sage's cries grew louder—half-sob, half-choked-off moan as his body bowed off the bed, fingers scrabbling for purchase against the sweat-slicked sheets. "T-too much-oh!!—!" he whined, voice cracking as Truthless's cock brushed that deep, tender spot inside him, grinding up.
Truthless panted, sweat dripping onto Sage’s doughy chest in glistening trails as he gripped his chin and yanked him closer, their breaths mingling in the scant space between them. “Too much?” He punctuated the question with another brutal thrust, grinding his hips up until Sage’s thighs trembled around him. The slick squelch of their joining was obscenely loud in the charged air. “Is this too much for you? Do you want me to stop, Sage?” He scoffed, leaning down to nip at his earlobe.
Sage sobbed, moaning needily as his back arched, cunt squeezing around his lover’s cock as it continued to pound into him, hitting every spot that his fingers never could. Maybe he was pathetic, or maybe he was just needy, but he really, really needed to be came in.
“No-nonono, please, I-inside—!!” He cries, throwing his head side to side as tears dribble down his cheeks, mixing with sweat and drool pooling beneath him.
His fingers clawed desperately at Truthless’s shoulders, blunt nails scraping against damp fabric as his thighs trembled violently around the Recluse’s waist. “Fill me, fill me—domine, futue me plena—!!” His Latin devolved into a garbled mess as Truthless’s thrusts grew erratic, hips stuttering against his own until with a final slam, he pulled him into a messy, wet kiss, warm, fertile cum spilling into his womb with a muffled grunt.
Sage could only cry out against his lips, the sound muffled and desperate as he threw his head back against the pillow—Truthless followed eagerly, chasing the taste of him.
Their mouths slotted together messily, teeth clicking in their haste, tongues tangling in wet, delicious twirls. Sage whimpered into the kiss, his fingers scrabbling against Truthless’s sweat-slicked back, blunt nails digging into the warm dough as his hips twitched helplessly beneath him. The warmth flooding his womb sent another violent shudder through him, his thighs clamping around Truthless’s waist as if he could keep him there forever, buried to the hilt. Which, honestly, he’d probably enjoy that.
Truthless panted, pulling back from the kiss with a wet sound, his hips moving in slow circles against Sage's own—each lazy grind drawing another choked whimper from the Sage's swollen lips. Cum leaked around the still-hard cock buried inside him, warm and sticky where it trickled down his thighs.
Tiring out be damned, Truthless definitely had stamina if he was still hard after that much cum.
Sage laughed breathlessly, lips curling into a taunting grin as he dragged his fingers down Truthless’s sweat-slicked chest. "Tired already, my dear—ah!" His taunt dissolved into a wail as Truthless abruptly pulled nearly all the way out, the sudden emptiness making Sage’s cunt clench around nothing before he was slammed back into with brutal force. The wet squelch beneath them was obscenely loud beneath Sage’s scream, his back arching off the bed as tears spilled fresh down his cheeks. No mercy, he supposed.
Truthless’s teeth sank into the delicate dough of Sage’s throat with a ferocity that bordered on feral—sharp enough to puncture, to drag a thick bead of blueberry jam to the surface. Sage’s scream dissolved into a guttural moan, his hips jerking upward instinctively, desperate to take him deeper even as the sting of the bite was felt through his entire body. The Recluse’s tongue swiped over the wound immediately after, lapping at the tart flavor with a low, approving hum that made Sage’s eyes rolls back.
Truthless’s lips curled against Sage’s throat, his breath hot and uneven as he ground deeper, locking their hips together. “T-tam bene accipis me—” His voice fractured into a groan as Sage’s cunt clenched around him, milking his cock with each thrust. He goes in, the walls pull. “Tam fucking bene-nngh-!! sicut semper-!!” He dragged his teeth over Sage’s collarbone, moving a hand down to pinch his clit just as he digs his teeth into the dough on his chest.
Sage gasps, squeezing his eyes shut as his hands lift shakily to grip onto his biceps, perking up slightly and gaining some clarity at the dough there. Ah, he’d been eating more! How sweet of his dearest ‘Clusey, to eat more for him. He should show his appreciatio—
Truthless pinches his clit between his pointer and thumb, twisting it with a slam of his hips.
“Pay attention, Sage.” He snarled, leaning down to bite at his earlobe once again.
..Maybe he’d show his appreciation in a different way.
Sage tapped twice against Truthless’s forearm, fingers trembling too much to land properly, embarrassingly enough, and the Recluse froze instantly. His hips jerked back, length slipping out with a wet pop as his hands reached up to cradle Sage’s face with concern. “Quid?” he breathed, thumbs swiping under Sage’s tear-tracked cheeks. “Did I-?are you okay?”
Sage giggled, breathless and dizzy, pressing his forehead against Truthless’s with a quiet thunk. “So quick to worry,” he murmured, lips brushing Truthless’s with each word. His fingers trailed down the Recluse’s chest, pausing just above where his cock still throbbed. “I want to try something different.” He grinned, when Truthless’s brows furrowed. “I’d like to make you feel good too, my dearest.”
Truthless huffs, pulling himself up with half-hearted annoyance. “I thought I had hurt you, Sage.” Which, of course, he’d never let happen unless asked.
Truthless exhaled sharply through his nose, watching Sage’s pout with narrowed eyes—a look that quickly dissolved into something far more indulgent when the Sage crawled forward, pressing him down onto the mattress with surprising strength for someone who’d just been fucked stupid. His hands slid down Truthless’s chest, fingers tracing the ridges of his abs before curling around the base of his cock with a grip just shy of too tight.
Trailing down his body like a snake, Sage slapped the flushed length against his cheek with a wet smack, lips quirking into a smirk at the way Truthless’s thighs tensed. “Let me make it up to you?” he purred, batting his lashes with exaggerated innocence.
Stamina was a blessing for them both, it seemed.
Truthless scoffed, looking down at him with lidded eyes as he propped his upper body up on his elbows. "Mm, shoot." He hummed, a bit amused at the sudden shift. His cock twitching against Sage's cheek as it leaked a warm stream of precum onto his dough.
Sage grinned widely before dragging his tongue up the underside of Truthless's cock with a hum. The taste burst across his tongue, deliciously salty and slightly bitter, and Sage moaned against him, the vibration wringing a sharp gasp from the Recluse as his head threw back.
He hollowed his cheeks, sinking down until the tip bumped the back of his throat, then pulled off, slick lips glistening. "So eager," he murmured, thumb swirling around the leaking slit of the now fully harded length. "Were you waiting for this too, Domine?"
Sage hummed, suddenly stroking fast momentarily whilst taunting him. “I bet you were just waiting to figure out I was what I am, waiting to fuck me full of your load, mm?” His fingers twisted around Truthless’s cock in a cruelly fast rhythm just to watch the Recluse’s jaw clench, the tendons in his neck straining as he fought not to thrust upward.
Sage flicked his tongue against the slit, grinning at the groan it earned him. “Were you imagining me like this? Bent over your desk, perhaps? Or—” He paused to lick a long stripe from base to tip, giggling at how Truthless’s elbows slide down onto the sheets, falling flat on his back. “—pinned against your wall?”
Truthless pants, blinking up at the ceiling at the slight pause in movement. “Fuck, saa-aaGe!?” His curse, though, is cut off by a strangled groan as Sage takes his entire length into his mouth, suckling the precum off the slit before bobbing his head.
Truthless moaned lowly, running his hand through Sage’s hair before wrapping a handful of it around his fist, using it to begin manually moving his head. The grip was tight, yet still just enough to guide Sage’s rhythm, to drag his lips up and down the length of his cock in slow and deep strokes. Sage hummed around him, the vibration pulling yet another ragged groan from the Recluse’s throat as his hips twitched upward instinctively. Truthless cursed under his breath, his free hand gripping the sheets beside him tight enough to tear.
"F-fuck—Sage, your mouth-!" His voice cracked, the words dissolving into a hissed exhale as Sage hollowed his cheeks, sucking harder on the upstroke.
Truthless moaned loudly, hips bucking instinctively into the warmth of Sage’s mouth, only to freeze when Sage suddenly stilled, lips pressed flush against the coarse blonde curls at the base of his cock. His breath hitched, fingers tightening in Sage’s hair as he blinked down at him, chest heaving. Sage peered up through tear-blurred lashes, nails digging into the dough of Truthless’s thighs as he tugged him closer with a needy whimper. Ah. He wanted him to lead.
Well, that was simple enough.
Truthless scoffed, nails digging into the other’s scalp as he dragged him up to the tip—just enough for Sage to gasp a ragged breath before slamming him back down, his cock punching into the tight heat of Sage's throat with little to no mercy. Sage moaned , muffled and wet, drool spilling down his chin in thick strands as his eyes fluttered shut, tears brimming along his lashes. No mercy indeed.
Truthless's hips jerked upward in short, stuttering thrusts, his fingers tightening in Sage's hair until the Sage's scalp burned. The wet glrk of Sage's throat struggling around the intrusion was disgustingly lewd, yet the Sage didn't pull away, nor did he tap out. Instead, his fingers dug harder into Truthless's thighs, pulling his closer with each thrust.
Truthless cursed, his grip on Sage's hair tightening as his hips pistoned forward with brutal precision. "Pathetic little cock whore," he snarled, voice rough with exertion. "Look at you—gagging on my cock like you were made for it." Sage nodded feverishly in response, tears dripping down his cheeks. His thrusts grew erratic, hips stuttering as he dragged Sage's head down harder, deeper, until his nose pressed flush against the coarse curls at the base. "Fuck—hh, damnit—you take me so well, Sage—!"
Truthless moaned, shoving Sage fully to the base as his cock twitched violently in that tight, wet heat. Hot cum splurted deep into Sage's stomach in thick pulses, each one drawing a muffled whimper from the Sage as his throat fluttered around him. He tried to swallow it all—really, he did—but a few stray drops went down the wrong pipe, and suddenly he was choking, eyes rolling back in lazy overstimulation as his body instinctively tried to pull away. Truthless held him firm, hips grinding shallowly against his face until the last shuddering spurt emptied into him. Only then did he yank Sage back by the hair, letting him gasp for air with a wet, ragged inhale, coughing up a bit of cum.
No matter, he had a week for more to replace it anyways.
Sage panted, flopping onto Truthless with a wet, boneless thud, his chin smearing a stray dribble of cum across the Recluse’s chest. His breath came in long gulps, warm against Truthless’s chest as he nuzzled into the sticky mess between them with a drowsy hum. The taste of salt and vanilla clung to his tongue, familiar and oh-so comforting. He licked absently at the smear on Truthless’s dough, earning a half-hearted grunt in response.
Truthless raised a lazy hand to card through Sage's hair, catching the way the stars upon his hair seemed to be much brighter than they had been when he first arrived there hours ago, mana-deprived and pent up. Wrecked and rumpled as he was, Sage had never looked more alive.
“Alright, carissime, up.” Truthless sighed, tugging Sage up by the shoulders to rearrange him against his chest, his head nestled securely in the crook of the Recluse’s neck.
Sage stirred against Truthless's chest, lips brushing the damp dough of his collarbone in a drowsy kiss. His fingers traced idle patterns across the Recluse's ribs—slow, coaxing circles that earned him a warning pinch to the back of his thigh. Undeterred, he tilted his head up with a sugar-sweet pout, eyelashes fluttering. "Domineeeee,” he whined as he rocked his hips pointedly against Truthless's thigh, slick still glistening between his legs. "One more—"
"Aureate Milk Cookie." Truthless deadpanned, narrowing his eyes. Sage froze mid-nuzzle, cheeks flushing dark violet as Truthless arched one unimpressed brow. "Your knees are shaking." A calloused palm slid down to squeeze Sage’s trembling thigh for emphasis. "Your mana reserves are nonexistent. And unless you’ve forgotten-“ he tapped the fresh bite mark on Sage’s throat, drawing a hiss "—you’ve already been claimed. So, I'd advise you to rest.”
Sage groaned, flopping back against Truthless’s chest with enough force to make the Recluse grunt. “Cruel,” he muttered, pressing his forehead to Truthless’s sternum. “You’ve corrupted me thoroughly and now refuse to-mmph!” Truthless muffled his dramatics with a hand over his mouth, sighing as Sage licked his palm in retaliation.
Truthless exhaled through his nose, pulling his damp hand away with a grimace before wiping it across Sage’s cheek, whom whined in response and shoved his face back against the warmth of the other.
Truly, he was lucky. He’d like to think he was a lucky guy, really! He had a good job, good students, and now he had a perfect mate! What more could he ever ask for?
Like a response, the warmth between his thighs pulses with renewed need.
Ah. Maybe he could ask for non-penetrative relief before bed. He had an entire week here! He’d as well make it worthwhile.