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After convincing Magnus that you should stay over for the night, you fingers intertwined, he kissed you. You kissed him back, you hands leaving his to find purchase on his shoulders, and his hands to your back.
It was a cool day today, a chill wind that nipped your nose and flushed your face. But standing here, kissing Magnus in front of the fireplace had started to warm you, and it seemed Magnus needed to heat you up himself—an action that you were not complaining about.
Soon, though, your hands found his hair, and you were insistent on finding a surface to kiss him on. You decided on the potions table.
“...Ngh...Let us move this to my quarters. There is too much distracting clutter here.”
As much as you didn’t want to, you removed yourself from Magnus—of the warm heat pressed against yourself.
As you moved from the table, Magnus carefully grabbed the side of your jaw and kissed you, while the sound of magic zinged through the room—you assume it was Magnus resetting what had fallen over as you two were against each other.
You both made your way down the hallway and into his bedroom, albeit a bit distracted by each other.
When you finally make it to the bed, you push him onto it, and you crawl on top of him, straddling his hips, trying not to let your lips leave each other’s.
“How do we want to do this?” you whisper, breathless, as you move down to mouth at his neck.
“I’m—ah—quite content with you on top of me,” Magnus gasped, his hands coming to rest on your hips. You felt the inner heat of lust at the contact, so you leaned back, moving your hands to where his laid. You kept eye contact with him as you slowly moved his hands up your shirt, hoping he’d get the message.
He inhaled deeply as his cold hands moved up your bare skin, causing a shiver to run through you.
“My love, are you sure?” Magnus quietly asked as he let his hands rest on your lower back, the coolness turning to warmth.
“Absolutely.”
You accentuated that statement by pulling your shirt over your head, in a move that you definitely did not practice for a moment like this. The move had the intended effect, with the wizard’s face erupting in a blush.
You dropped the shirt to the floor next to the bed, and the wizard sat up, moving his hands up your torso. The movement of his hands caused the chill of his fingers to mix with how heated your body was.
Ever since you’ve moved to the farm, you’ve gained a lot in strength, as well as reminders of your time exploring. Magnus ran his hands along you, across freckles and small scars from your time in the mines. He traced one particular scar that ran perpendicular on your chest.
“As much as I hate to see you hurt, my heart, I cannot deny the attributes make you even more beautiful than I thought.”
You are so in love with this man. It doesn’t take much to lean down and kiss him firmly, so that’s exactly what you do.
As his hands continued their exploration, you decided to do the same. You moved your hands up his clothed torso, his cloak still on, which made him hum into your kiss. You rest your hand on his collarbones, breaking from the kiss.
“Can I take off your cloak?” you ask, watching him slowly flutter his eyes open.
“You are allowed to do anything to me,” he sighed contently, moving forward to kiss you again.
In the kiss, you moved your hands up until you felt the cold metal of the golden clasp but you struggled to figure out how to remove it. You groaned and decided to forlorn the kiss and focus your attention on the stubborn clip, which caused Magnus to laugh.
Magnus moved his hands off of you to which you mourned, but he knew how his cloak worked. You raised your hips to fully allow the cloak to come off, to which underneath he wore a white, cotton shirt.
“Could we get rid of this, too?” you asked, moving your hand up his chest, the fabric rippling under your touch. He didn’t for a moment, instead looking down at your body, a furrowed gaze then turning to admiration.
He moved forward to plant a kiss on your neck, then held his hand out. The doppling sound of magic followed, and you were greeted by the sight of Magnus bare, his glance downwards.
You gazed at him, his pale skin covered in centuries worth of scars and healed wounds, but you must have been staring for too long.
“I’m aware, they must be quite—” Magnus started, moving his arm to cover himself, but you grabbed it before he could continue.
“Hot,” you finish for him, swiftly moving to kiss him. This kiss was more intense, starting with you biting at his lower lip, the wizard moaning at the contact.
You allowed your tongue to move to Magnus’ lip, which he graciously accepted, his hand coming up to grasp at your face, both of you moaning as your tongues made contact.
You begrudgingly removed your mouth from his but continued to pepper kisses down his face, his throat (small bites allowing a hitch in his breath), his chest, to the scars littering him. You’re hoping to add a few more marks to him.
You sucked a bite beneath his collarbone and rolled your hips into his, causing both of you to let out a sound of pleasure. You could feel his arousal through the layers of fabric you both wore, your own cock filling up at the touch.
“Ah—You must forgive me if—mh, I’m not as vigorous as you,” Magnus managed to get out, running his fingers through your hair.
“Let me do all the work, dear.”
You slid your way down his body, tracing his scars and rubbing your fingers over his chest. He twitched under your touch, moving one hand to lay over his mouth, but not fully covering it.
You slid to his legs, where your hands rested on the waistline of his trousers. You laid your head against his thigh, lightly moving your hands over his crotch.
“Can I taste you, Magnus?”
You watched as his face burnt again as his hand moved up to brush his bangs out of his face. He flicked his other hand, which allowed his pants to disappear. You were then looking at his bare legs—also covered in similar scars which made your heart beat—and his filled cock, which laid heavy against him.
Your pupils dilated at the sight, and you couldn’t wait to get to the main course.
Your fingers slowly slid their way up his inner thighs, to where his cock lay. You leaned down and kissed around the area, slowly making your way up.
“Please, my love,” the Wizard whined, and Spirits, you need to get him to beg again. But not at the moment, as you, too, were impatient to start.
You slid your hand up and down his torso to his arousal, and then slowly up to his head, where droplets started to form. You breathed heavily near his cock which caused him to moan, and you couldn’t wait anymore.
You licked the tip, to which he shot his hand out and held the back of your head, but just held it there. You leaned your head back to look at his half-lidded eyes.
“Do you want to fuck my mouth?” you asked as flirtatiously as you could, moving your hand up his cock, while keeping eye contact.
Magnus moaned, gripping your hair, and you could feel the spike of arousal shoot through him.
“What a seductive creature you are, beloved, you’re not making it easy for me to hold back!” the Wizard exclaimed, resting his other hand on his forehead.
“Don’t hold back,” you say breathlessly, “use me for your pleasure.”
His cock twitched under your hand, and his other hand moved to join the one in your hair. He hummed.
“Please let me know if I’m too reckless,” Magnus gasped, then moved your head over his cock. You take him down immediately, and his hands clench in your hair. You moan around him, and he rolls his hips up into you, making you hum into him.
You swirl your tongue around the head, and he starts a pace of rolling up into you, holding you in place at the base of his cock.
“Oh Gods, my beloved, I—hm—never has someone treated me so—mh!”
You realize he’s vocal in a state of bliss, and that gives you the courage to swallow around him, causing his sounds to get louder. You’re glad his tower is far from the other houses, but you’re pretty sure he has a sound barrier already set in place.
As he moves into your mouth, your hips rut against the bed, and you realize how long you’ve been neglecting your own cock.
This continues for a bit, you swallowing him down and grinding while he rambles and moans and convulses until his voice ranges higher. You pat his thigh which allowed him to raise you from your position. You take a moment to catch your breath, but you use your hand against the now slick skin, continuing to pleasure him.
“Do you want to come in my throat, or somewhere else?” You stopped your ministrations to allow him to think. He shivered.
“My love, if I finished now, I might not be able to get back up,” Magnus confessed, also catching his breath. You jerked him a little more, then moved up to straddle him again, giving him a perfect view of how much he’s affected you, and moved your hands down to your belt. You watched as he gulped, and felt his hands make their way up your thighs.
You slowly undid the buckles, the metallic sound loud against the quiet panting, and pulled the belt out of the loops, then tossed it along the rest of your clothes. His hands moved up to unzip you, to where you helped by pushing your pants down and shimmying out of them. You sighed at finally unrestricting your arousal, half-lidded eyes watching Magnus’ large ones.
There, your cock lay against his, pre-cum dripping from it. You exhaled, then pushed Magnus down by his chest, him lying underneath you. You then slowly started to rut against him, making both of you let out a moan. Magnus’ hands grabbed at your hips, which encouraged you to move harder against him. You threw your head back in a moan while moving your hand down to grab both cocks.
“Ah—You magnificent creature!—” Magnus exclaimed, to which you let out a breathless laugh, pumping your hand as you thrust.
“F—Fuck,” you stutter, “how—mh, do you want to come?” you have to ask before your mind flies up to the clouds. “Ha—Do you want to come in me?” You manage to get out, and he thrusts hard.
“I—might just from you—mentioning it,” Magnus moaned, and boy, do you want him to.
You stopped again, much to both of your dismays, but you leaned down from the bed, searching your pants’ pockets, until you found a small jar. Magnus watched as you leaned back and opened the container.
A floral scent emitted from the jar as you scooped up some of the gel with two fingers. You moved the fingers in front of you, underneath to where your hole was currently clenching. You slowly breached your fingers in, a whimper leaving your throat. Your eyes flutter, but you made sure to watch Magnus, who was entranced with rapt attention.
You slowly opened yourself up with two fingers, your head leaned towards the ceiling, and you decided Magnus needed to know something.
“I’ve—hah—thought about you when I’ve masturbated,” you confessed with a moan, and a sharp inhale of air came from Magnus. “I imagined you stretching me out before making me take it.” You added a third finger and a whine emitted from him.
“Please let me,” Magnus shot out in a breath, and you whimpered as you pumped your fingers, his hands clenching your thighs.
You whined as you finally removed your fingers, a shine of excess lube sticking to your fingers. You moved your hand to his cock, pumping him, then moved on top, your hole directly on top of him.
“Please, my love, please let me pleasure you!” Magnus whined, and you decided to stop your teasing.
You rolled your hips once, then moved your hand to his cock, pressing his head to your entrance. You then slowly lowered yourself, breath catching as he entered you.
“Fuck,” You managed to breathe and continued to sink until all of him rested inside of you. You and Magnus finally became one under the light of the autumn moon.
His cock twitched inside of you, making you hum in pleasure, and you watched as his face contorted in bliss, his head coming down to rest on your shoulder.
“Give me a moment,” he breathed quickly, “Ngh—It has been—mmh—so long since I—” you smirk, and decide he hasn’t had enough teasing, so you squeeze around him, causing him to yelp and thrust into you.
“I’ll finish too soon if you do that!” He whimpered into your neck, his hands stopping any potential movement your hips might do.
You felt him shaking against you, so you took pity on him, bringing him up from your shoulder and kissing him gently. He hummed against you, his hands moving up your back. So slowly, excruciatingly slowly, you rolled your hips forward, causing him to whimper and shake against your mouth.
“Make love to me, Magnus,” you whisper against his mouth, and then leaned back, using one hand to support yourself, and moving the other one down to your leaking cock. You slowly began to stroke yourself, causing more pre-cum to drip, closing your eyes in pleasure.
Magnus came back to his senses, holding onto your thighs as he slowly rutted up into you, allowing another moan to escape you.
“That’s it,” you encourage, and he thrusts again, quicker. “You’re so good,” you moaned.
He groaned at the praise, and his cock twitched again in you, making you hum happily. His thrusting gets deeper, and soon you feel him slide against your prostate, making your voice shoot up an octave.
“Fuck,” he whimpered softly, and you sped up your hand, the feeling of release slowly impending onto you. You rolled your hips, causing a full-body shudder, and pushed yourself up to kiss Magnus deeply.
“I’m going to come,” you whimper against his lips, “Don’t stop until you finish inside me, Magnus, fuck, come inside me.”
His response was panting against you, licking into your mouth, and humming in agreement. His face was clouded over in pleasure, and you felt your impending heat rush over you like warm water, a sensation humming through your chest to your toes. You moaned loudly, and squeezed your cock, your cum spilling onto your hand and Magnus’ stomach.
You were brought back from the stars when he continued to thrust into you, your hole twitching around him, and you moaned from the slight overstimulation against your walls.
“You’re so good, Magnus,” you moaned, as you reached out towards him, groaning into his neck. “Come on, come in me, you can do it,” you whispered into his ear, slightly nibbling on his lobe. He whined pathetically, his hips stuttering until they pressed fully against you, and you felt liquid heat rush inside you, him moaning incessantly, convulsing, his eyes clenched shut.
“Good job,” you praised, running your fingers through his hair. You pressed kisses onto his jaw, whispering words of affection, waiting for him to come down from a high that was decades waiting.
You soon feel his hands move to your face, cupping your cheeks to kiss you, a move you gladly accept. The kisses became deeper, and you two moved down still pressed against each other.
“You’re so brilliant, a radiance that I cannot shield from,” Magnus waxed in between kisses, and you felt a bundle of nerves calm down from Magnus not speaking for a while.
You giggle in relief, placing one last kiss on him before moving off of him—a sensitive feeling both of you groan at. You felt Magnus’ release slip out of you, and you shiver from the sensation.
Once again, the magic dopple sound takes place, and you felt a slight tingle from your entrance and your stomach, and saw that Magnus had magically cleaned both of you up.
You then laid down on top of Magnus, laying a kiss on his collarbone.
“I love you, Magnus, so much,” you stated, running your hand along his side.
“You’ve brought color back into my world,” Magnus confessed, kissing the top of your head, and you felt a blanket slowly lay on top of you both.
You’re not sure when you fell asleep, but you do know it was the most restful one you have ever had.