His hand still on the door-handle, he waited a moment longer before daring to move, pushing the door too then closed with the softest click. The study was dark, though he could see a soft, warm glow from the adjoining bedroom, hear a sigh and the shifting of fabric..
A few more steps brought him through the dark office, to the ajar door where he peered through to be met with quite the delightful surprise! A broad, toothy grin spread across his features as oh so carefully, oh so quietly he slipped through the door and into the room, his eyes fixed on the wonderful picture before him.
The sylvari he had been seeking, a rather upright Magister of the Priory, kneeling up on the bed wearing something he never thought he would have donned optionally. His ankles had been tightly bound, a broad blindfold covered his eyes, both pleasing sights in themselves. What he hadn’t expected was for the Magister to optionally slip on the headband with the cat-ears attached.. And he would never have imagined he would have spread himself open of his own volition to ease the thick plug with the fluffy tail inside him.
The sylvari was hard, his length twitching as his hands teased over his stomach, his chest, his throat, his thigh, everywhere but the petal-sheathed hardness that was just begging for attention.
“Ahhn, please..” The sylvari breathed, his breath catching, trailing his fingertips slowly down the length of his body to tease through the petals at the base of his arousal, slipping down around himself but not giving in to the temptation of stimulation.
Corbin’s smile remained fixed in place as he slipped through the door, thankful of the thick carpets covering the solid stone flooring. The temptation to take the sylvari by surprise, to just join him on the bed was almost overwhelming.. Though watching Leamh while not saddled with his inhibitions was all the more fascinating. He had never seen him this vocal before, so willing to beg the imaginary version of himself. He would have been offended if it wasn’t such a delight convincing the Magister with other means.
He stopped by the pair of chairs situated not too far from the foot of the bed, a table between them where they would often sit of a morning. Silently he sank down into the plush fabrics, slipping his satchel to the floor beside it, his eyes fixed on the profile of the sylvari perched up on the tall bed. What a treat this had turned into, he mused, reclining back and resting his chin on his hand.. As his other hand mimicked the motions of his lover, stroking down his stomach to tease over his fast-growing arousal trapped beneath his clothing while his eyes remained fixed on the spectacle before him.
“..Mnh!” The sylvari jerked, adjusting his stance and pulling against the tight bindings around his ankles as he spread his legs further. He was stroking his chest, scraping fingertips down his side while his other hand tickled and teased around the base of his arousal, his fingers twitching as he fought the urge to take himself in hand.
“Pleeeease.. Corbin..” He whimpered urgently, shivering as his hand quested down his side to his hip, taking his time stroking there, around the top of his thigh to smooth up under his backside, cupping himself, squeezing.. Reaching just a little further to the soft fur of the tail, running it through his fingers with a shiver. The sylvari’s arousal bobbed, the fingers there firming around the base of himself to squeeze, allow himself a little more pleasure as he simply ran the soft fur through his fingers.
The human caught his lip between his teeth as he held his breath with the tense, tangible anticipation of what his lover was going to do next. He squeezed himself, started to ease his aching length free of it’s prison to the sound of Leamh’s strained breaths, then had to bite back a breathy gasp of his own as the sylvari took hold of the fur and gave it a firm pull.
“AH!” The reaction was immediate, the Magister hips rocked forwards into his hand as his arousal bucked, then his hips were pressing back as his hand pressed at the base of the plug, driving it deeper. He quivered, his hips twitching as he found and ground the thick intrusion against his sweet spot, yet he still resisted taking his arched length in hand, the grip around the root of his arousal so tight as he whimpered and whined his pleasure.
Corbin had shifted, catching one of his knuckles between his teeth as his hand had slowly stroked up and down his length. He was transfixed, he hadn't realised how difficult it was to remain utterly silent until now. Not while such a display was laid before him, his eyes roaming greedily over his lovers dark bark, transfixed with that lovely mouth that hung open uttering desperate urgencies, the hand hand pressing the plug deep, those slim hips rocking back, that disturbingly tempting bead of pre-come glistening at the dark head of the sylvari’s neglected length in the low light before slipping down over those tense fingers.
It was all the encouragement the sylvari needed. As his lover sat secretly across from him, palming his arousal, Leamh too finally dragged his fingers up to close around his twitching length.
“Ah-! Yes! Yesss.. Please..” He whimpered, “Please Corbin, do it-” He was wracked with another tremble, as his hand firmly pulled along the length of his erection to spill more clear slick pre-come from himself, spreading it on his downstroke with another violent shiver. He grabbed at the fur once again, tugging it down again, again rocking his hips forward into his hand against the motion, his noises of desperation and arousal continuous, undulating until he pulled the tail up, forcing the blunt tip of the plug seated within him down. Sharply.
“AH!” The sylvari cried louder, the human bit down harder, their hands moved faster.
Leamh wobbled, the shock at the sudden surge of pleasure shaking him to his core.. Then he did it again.. And again. His hips jerked and his hand squeezed his length harder, stroked and pulled faster as his breathing grew more laboured and his cries incoherent.
“Mmmnnh! Corbin, please-” He cut himself off with another sharp upward pull on the soft tail, “Please, let me come!”
The human in question would have let him do exactly as he pleased if he begged that beautifully when they were in bed, he only hoped the Corbin of his lovers imagination would be so merciful as he fought to keep his eyes open and his mouth closed, he was so close..
The sylvari was relentless, lost in his spiral of lust as he continued to give the tail firm upward tugs, his hips working against the motions as he keened louder and louder.
“-Please-!” He urged desperately, his hand stilling squeezing hard around the base of his arousal as it swelled, throbbed, all the while pulling sharply at his tail.
Corbin nearly gave the game up, it was hard to believe that Leamh didn't somehow know he was there, it would have been so easy to tell him to come, give him the permission his fantasy was currently denying him. He wasn't having any such dilemmas himself as his hand sped, his grip tightened as he splayed his legs and bit his tongue as he silently spent himself, hips jerking up involuntarily while he forced his eyes open to keep a now slightly bleary focus on his lovers fast approaching climax, his breathing was heavy and hard to disguise now, though the sylvari was otherwise distracted.
“MPH! Yes! Yes, touch me!” The sylvari’s hand was moving again, frantic, his grip like iron, “Please!” He shuddered, tugging the tail hard, rocking himself bolt upright and tensing, quivering as his breath caught in his throat, “Yes, ah! Yesss-” He strained, almost sobbed in relief as his hips jerked one last time and he was coming, his back arching beautifully while he jerked erratically, squeezing and stroking his bucking length as he spilled himself across the luxurious, plush covers of the bed.
He was shivering, sighing his pleasure as he slowly started to come down, sinking down to the bed.. Then jumping violently at the soft familiar tone of “Well, Magister..”, Sounding behind him as warm, fabric-clad arms slipped beneath the sylvari’s bare limbs.
The sylvari was too exhausted to protest and scold his sneaky human lover, instead he issued a shivered sound of protest, while the human noted a colouring of embarrassment across his beloved's cheeks.
“Tell me, Sweetpea. Are you always this creative when I’m away?” Corbin queried with a gentle tease, bringing a knee up to the edge of the bed, leaning Leamh back up against him as he stroked a warm, soothing hand over the sylvari’s stomach, lifting the heavy fabric of the blindfold with the other to meet the dazed, hazy eyes beneath.
The previously vocal sylvari responded with a soft mumbled incoherency and dropped his gaze, though didn't try to slip away, instead he tried to turn, burrowing his heated face against the darkness of his lovers neck. Corbin smiled, letting him while he ran his hands over his lovers tense sides letting him shudder and ride the last waves of his orgasm. He flexed his fingers, giving the back of the sylvari’s neck a squeeze as he slipped the headband free.. Rubbed and smoothed his way down to slip his fingers along the curve of Leamh’s rear. He felt the sylvari tense against him, suck in a breath.
“Shh, just relax, Sweetpea.” He murmured as the sylvari finally finished turning to lean up against him, burrowing and curling his fingers into his uniform. “That’s it..” He murmured, slipping his fingers around the base of the plug and easing it out of his lovers tightness as gently as he could. It was met with a mixed reaction, a sharp hiss and a mumble of pleasure as his body gave up its hold on the toy, Corbin simply discarding it to be dealt with a little later.
“That was quite the performance, Lea.. You’re tired, hm? Here, let's relax, just relax against me.” He murmured to the tired mass of limbs that was clinging to him. Tightening his arms he lifted the sylvari and with a little juggling managed to throw back a corner of the heavy covers to slip beneath them, the Magister curled up in his lap while he leaned back against the ample fluffy pillows.
Silence descended while the sylvari snuggled close and the human held him, making a one-handed start on the bindings securing his boneless lovers ankles together.
“If you’re going to put on these little shows, my love.. I’m going to have to teach you to tie tidier knots.” He teased him softly, pressing kisses to Leamh’s temple and drawing him close as he finally freed his lovers feet.
“I don’t tend to make a habit of it.” Came a soft, tired reply at last from the vicinity of the humans neck, “I don’t tend to get critiqued either, Darnelle.” The last comment was more of a grumble followed with a soft hiss as a warm hand firmly started to rub at the biting marks that the straps had left behind. Sensation and warmth was returning, eased along by the firm, loving caresses of a mindful lover while the tired sylvari encircled in his arms drifted, utterly at ease at last.
“You’re wearing too much, Corbin. Fix that.”
“Yes, Magister.”
