#oleckthread

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@scalesnsteel

Of all faces, Levi's definitely came as a welcome one tonight. Frankly, anybody from the inner society of Bergia arrived like a cold glass of water on a hot summer's night. Oleck, as charming and gregarious as he trained himself to be, also craved familiarity.

"Good evening, Dragonrider," Oleck says, greeting the other man with the respect he deserved. In another life, he could have been one of that ilk — or at least, he likes to be believe. (Oleck just really wanted to ride a dragon someday.) "Are you enjoying the party? I am very much mixed on the proceedings myself, but that's just me..."

[courtiings]

@kingdomcrows

Old men had no use for new friends — or at least, that's what Oleck convinced himself to be true. Mostly to prevent himself from getting attached to mortals who he would certainly outlive. But fellow mages such as himself, with their extended lifespans...

Exceptions could be made. Especially when they were as gorgeous as Kovider.

Oleck met the apprentice at the gala in Valtolia however many moons ago that debacle was, and they'd kept in touch ever since. Oleck considered himself to be something of a mentor figure to the other, offering helpful advice that only slightly served as a pretense to get the younger man in his bed. Two things could be true.

With his impending participation in the colosseum, Oleck took to the bath house after a long training session, and who should appear but a certain young(er) wielder of magic from the kingdom of Medes...

"So we meet again, apprentice," Oleck muses, greeting the other as he entered the pool now occupied by two court mages. "Are you taking part in the colosseum as well...?" he asks. "Normally I'm not one for such useless gestures of machismo, but... there is a certain appeal in showing myself off to an audience like this. Mustn't let the young men of Metia make me feel obsolete."

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@hardynging: [ caught ] for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves

Oleck had a reputation of being very approachable to the people of Bergia. He did not like having this reputation, as he maintained a certain level of disrespect and even contempt for them especially as he got older, but he acknowledge his role as what was essentially a public servant.

That being said, certain few held line-skipping privileges, such as Lord Elyjah Hardyng. Oleck went way back with the man's family — way, way, way back. Almost to the point where he could never quite remember which man of House Hardyng was which. With this one, though, he did feel a certain level of kinship. Protectorship, even, especially after his father's tragic death.

(But again... not a specific enough feature of any of these Hardyng men as to easily distinguish them.)

But their closeness didn't foster this.

Oleck got... lonely. Needy, even. People rarely actually took advantage of his open door policy, which meant he usually felt fine to pleasure himself within the confines of his library. Stroking his thick, juicy cock, framed by moderate amounts of virile hair, growling in approval to himself...

Not even noticing he had a voyeur in his midst.