you more so have been an unassigned assistant for albedo. or rather care taker.
with long sighs leaving your lips as you somehow always get the chief alchemist to leave the lab, if just for a few minutes. get him to eat food that has just been made, smoke coming from the hot foods and drinks. getting him to set a hygienic schedule. of course, he doesn't smell all that bad, but it does accumulate when never leaving and being surrounded by all sorts of potions and discoveries. not good of a scent for klee, if she were to visit, or anyone for the matter.
setting this favoritism did bring rumors and questions, but you denied any and all that were to circulate of being his lover. because you weren't, you were a friend and practically his care taker, and assistant.
you were no where near as informative on the subject of alchemy, but you did know a thing or two due to being around him a lot. so it came to no surprise when you would help him in what you can.
like sorting the potions and glass that klee had gotten her hands on. or moving a few boxes around when getting new equipment. handing him books, open to the section he needed it on. even making a basic potions that can aid in his future research.
but you helped him. especially now.
when you got ready for the start of the week, ready to hand him an earful when he didn't leave his lab when you were out on a weeklong commission. with a basket of the nutritional food and drink, and some new materials that you saw he lacked of. you made your way to his lab.
seeing the sign of "lab in use" in it's bold black ink, you sighed when noticing the door is locked. grabbing your key, readying yourself to give him a short lecture on taking care of himself, a rather loud noise care from inside. it wasn't of anything falling or breaking, no explosions, if anything it sounded as if it came from a person.
with the door unlocked, you knocked three times before entering. nearly dropping your basket, and jaw at the sight in front of you. coat on the floor, boots taken off and looked as if thrown by his chair. gloves were on top of the table. his usual braid was undone, pale skin now tinted with a pink hue. even his hair, the tips looked as if he dipped them in a light pink dye.
heavy pants came from him. mumblings of incoherent words leaving his mouth, drool dripped down the corners of his lips. his eyes were closed.
gulping down nothing when spotting his hands, better yet his shorts too. which pooled at his thighs and his hands moved across his length in a quick pace.
seeing him in such a state did something to you.
this time dropping your key at his words, he stopped at the sound and turned to your direction. you froze, mostly from him knowing that you're with him, but also from the eye color. his usual teal blue eyes, now pink.
swallowing nothing and close the door, locking both of the locks. where with one of them, the only one with the key is albedo. placing your basket on a side table and walked to him with slow steps.
he kept mumbling of the heat and pain, his hands continued with the pace they had. wanting to do something, to help him, to release any pain he is enduring, but did you want to? his mind is probably already clouded with fogginess. probably couldn't give you any consensual reaction if you were to do something. you didn't want to strain your relationship with the alchemist after this.
you lifted a hand, near his left cheek, yet you didn't touch him. his eyes were already open and had watched you getting closer to him. he went to lean against your palm but you pulled away. tears were gathering at his eyes. everything about the situation was screaming that this isn't right, that this isn't him.
"so much. it hurts so much."
a sound, similar to a a whimper, when you wiped the tears that fell.
nodding frantically at your question.
you cupped his cheeks to continue wiping the tears that fell. with the prominent blush on his face, you could feel that he was burning.
-"yes please. please touch me. touch me. touch me."
with one hand still on his face,the other traveled down. moving your thumb across his. he let go, your hand replacing his, and you set a pace. occasionally swiping your thumb in his head
he shuddered, he groaned, he moaned in just a few seconds after speeding up. bucking his hips and without warning came.
wiping your hand on his soiled shirt, and more noises left his lips.
-"more more more. please. plea-"
your hand hadn't left his face, went over his lips. the table would be the best choice, but you didn't want to clean, the only other choice was that floor. you knew there was a side that had almost zero experiment cloud, usually kept simple for when someone visited.
you removed your hands from his body, and his torso moved as if to chase after your fleeting touch.
when he stood up, his legs wobbled and he fell back down on the chair. but before he did, you finally took notice of the hight difference. with his boots, he was able reach just above your nose bridge, but you never took notice as you were never this close. he had the perfect height for you to kiss his forehead
running your hands on his shirt to take it off, but he did himself. admiring his body before moving.
you were so thankful for joining the adventures guild to become stronger. and become strong you did. with ease, you were able to pick him up. placing both hands on his bum, and you felt something you haven't felt in awhile.
his legs wrapped around your waist, with his arms around you neck. he felt a far better pleasure than what his hand could do.
"we're just gonna move a little."
he stopped moving his hips, to hear your whisperd words on his ear.
you moved and settled him on the floor, that had a carpet. a loud whine, whether because he wasn't able to continue the friction, or your body no longer closer to him, or because of the squeeze he felt when your hands left his bum.
"im going to take off the rest of your clothes."
he rushed in helping you. and you, you sat back on your calves to admire him.
you whisperd to yourself, but he might have heard, if his legs moving to cage you or something said anything.
running your hands on his torso, from his shoulders to his waist before settling on his hips. you just couldn't stop staring at him.
blinking away from his length, and stared at his face.
your hands found themselves on his inner thighs and they trembled. he reached for your hand that wasn't on his thigh. holding his fingers with your left, and your right had lowered to his length.
moving forward, your knees touched his bum, you tightened your grip on his hand before letting go. leaning down, his breath was labored and you couldn't stop yourself from touching his thighs again.
he whined and bucked, your hands lightly touching his length. he certainly wasn't big, nor small. but he wasn't thin either.
he nodded fast and you stared back down. needing to know that he was okay still
it wasn't long before he came again, painting his stomach and chest. head red and still dribbling a bit. he twitch when you started your pace again. writhing from your touch, and you paused.
overstimulation. you thought. you wouldn't hurt him. not when he was in this state.
you sighed and had your hands move his legs. spreading them, careful to not touch him yet. leaning down, not caring about your shirt getting dirty when it met his torso
"green means to continue."
"yellow means to slow down."
you felt his arms go around your waist. his legs moved, but were still spread.
you heard him breath deeply. your face near his ear. leaving an open kiss where his shoulder and neck meet, and leaving more kisses around his neck.
you would never forgive yourself if you hurt him when he is like this.
it took a few minutes for him to respond. you were patient enough and just rubbed circles on his hip with your right hand.
humming and trailer kisses downwards. licking at his chest, mouthing at his nipples, all while your left hand held his. giving the other side the same attention and enjoyed the noises that fell from his lips.
a sudden whimper and his hand clutching tighter around your own, had you leaning away to let go. he had come a third time, but he whined as you lifted your torso. as you had only payed attention to his chest, you hadn't noticed his hips moving at the friction that your shirt gave when you were close.
-"give more. more more. please. just more."
it was all still new to you. seeing this side of him, one that probably doesn't even exist when sober.
sitting back on your calves and he whined once more. eyes trailing more down. it's to help him. you thought. not for yourself. avoiding the heat on your stomach when seeing his hole.
and your finger only rubbed the rim. his sudden jump from your action, had you pulling away.
he continued to repeat the word. hesitating for a moment and moved your right hand over his mouth. he only opened his mouth and you had to tell him to get them wet.
feeling that it was enough, you moved you hand below and inserted only your middle finger.
it only brought his fourth orgasm. blinking slightly at your finger, your knuckle barely touching him. then at his face.
it was flushed with more red, it couldn't be heat. was he embarrassed by it? eyes were closed and his hands were in fists by his sides.
his leg that was propped up, and kissed his knee.
when moving your finger, you made sure to stare at his face, at his body. hoping to find that he isn't uncomfortable. he wasn't, he was only whining for more.
"I'm going to add a second."
he groaned and his hips moved, pushing your fingers deeper than you wanted to. a whimper from him and a tsk from you. the stretch was big for him. you stopped moving, having him get used to it first.
he breathed out and had you lean in when pulling at your left hand, the one you haven't let go. huffing a smile and let go to wipe his drool. continuing the rhythm and you finally noticed something, something you should have the second you started thrusting your fingers.
he was wet. from what you knew, men aren't meant to be wet there. would it because of whatever happened before coming this way. no. what exactly happened?
blinking at the sudden pull from him, the whining of why you stopped, and his hips moving themselves when you stopped.
he nodded and you saw his eyes. they were back to his usual color but when he went to blink, the pink was back.
"I'm going to add a third, okay?"
wide eyes stared back at you and this time he pulled you in closer, just in time for your third finger to go deeper.
lips against lips. sighing into his mouth and made sure to continue thrusting.
smiling and giving him a peck before leaning back.
the smile dropped when your fingers pressed against a special nerve. gasping and his eyes closed. feeling him clench around your fingers when deciding to press again.
tears were falling as he came for the fifth time. noting that the pink tips on his hair got darker. his skin was no longer burning. and his legs dropped. body twitching here and there when removing your fingers.
moving yourself to get up. he shot up to grab you. wincing, and wide eyes.
"I'm just going to get the basket."
you pointed over to the direction of where it sat and gave his sweaty forehead a kiss. brushing the hair that stuck to it and smiled at him.
you didn't take long to retrieve the item. opening it and you were glad to have gotten something that tastes just as good when gone cold as it would when warm.
"it's probably too much right now, so drink."
getting the flask with the tea and move him to sit on your lap. he leaned undeniably close to you and his head fell in between your shoulder and neck.
taking small sips of the tea, he sluggishly wiped his lips and you were lucky to bring in bananas for yourself.
he hummed and his face was facing your neck instead of the basket on your right. laughing a small bit and hand him a few slices.
"I'm going to have you put you down for a bit-"
kissing his temple and brought him closer. not caring of getting dirty.
you sighed into his hair, the tips getting lighter and his skin getting warmer.
"I'm guessing I'll be staying in here longer than a should."
only response was a shudder and a bite to your shoulder.
"certainly gotten bolder."
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