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The class the Sage of Truth administered the day after his beloved student’s exam was the biggest test of his composure he underwent in a very long while.
It was almost laughable how he’d nearly been reduced to a giddy, lovesick schoolboy by a simple (and very illicit) crush on Truthless Recluse. Yet shame did nothing to take the taste of vanilla out of every breath he took. Nor did it chase the lingering warmth of Recluse’s mouth and tongue from his fingers. If anything, it made the memories all the more electrifying. He’d had hook ups and lovers before, of course he had, but it had been a very long time since someone ignited his heart the way Recluse did.
Honestly, ‘laughable’ was a touch too kind of a term. He nearly made a complete fool of himself over Recluse sending a curt nod of greeting his way as he sat down in his usual seat. It took remarkable restraint to restrain his greeting to nothing but a nod and a 'Morning, Recluse!' when he wanted to give him a kiss on the cheek or knuckles or lips and whisper a much more flirtatious greeting. A wink behind his monocle could be played off as nothing, though, and it made Recluse roll his eyes and dip his chin into his robes. He’d count that as a victory, even if he was the only one who could celebrate it.
Keeping his gaze and focus off Recluse during lecture was a challenge when he was nothing more than a curious case that he was desperate to unravel. But after actually getting to take him apart against his office walls? After knowing what he sounded like in the throes of pleasure and feeling his jam pulse in time with wrecked breaths? To say he was done for was a generous understatement. Thank the Witches for his magic and the height of his podium, because the paths his mind wandered down were quite unsavory.
It was arduous enough to keep his voice even and expression professionally encouraging and pretend he wasn’t outlining the shapes of Recluse’s body underneath those heavy robes. A greater challenge was pretending he didn’t feel Recluse’s heavy, inscrutable gaze trailing over him the entire lecture, even if he didn’t raise any sort of contradiction to Sage’s points. Restraining himself from asking Recluse to stay after class or discuss some things in office hours was downright torturous. But he didn’t want to call too much attention to the shift in their dynamic. Besides, he’d already played his hand with their first tryst. The next move was Recluse’s.
Sage could be patient. He could confine his greetings to an easy smile to Recluse every time he entered and left the classroom, no matter how his stomach fluttered every time they crossed paths or locked eyes. This was a delicate thing they had created together, and Sage wasn’t about to risk breaking it. Even if the mere act of withholding the truth made his tongue feel ashen.
Still, when would Recluse come visit him again? How long would he be kept in this purgatory of waiting for the flash of a teasing smirk or lazy drawl of refutation in class?
He sighed and licked the last traces of vanilla chapstick off his lips, a terrible facsimile for the way Recluse tasted, but it was something. Really, how did he get himself in such a state over a hookup? Over his student? There really was something deeply troubled in his soul. Maybe he should cave and ask Recluse to come by his office before he was driven completely to madness.
Sage dropped his pen and rested his head in his hands. Damn it all. The constant meandering of his thoughts was really making it difficult to finish grading the homework. He was supposed to return it yesterday. Taking another day wouldn’t be so inexcusable, right? Besides, he passed out exams last class, his students could take the day to let their scores simmer before he gave them new grades to mull over.
His thoughts were broken by a familiar clearing of a throat at the doorway to his office.
“Come in, Recluse!” he beamed, perking up and waving his visitor in perhaps a touch too eagerly. “What can I do for you? I hope you’re not unhappy with your exam grade—you did remarkably well, after all.”
Recluse’s exam being written in braille made it very easy for Sage to punch out one hundred percent atop the half-completed mess of a test and leave it at that, rather than having to lie through creating a completed test should anyone catch a glance and find the pages suspiciously blank. And maybe did write a small compliment in the empty free-response section about how he was quite proud of Recluse at embracing honesty and his magical prowess. Perfectly innocent to an outsider, of course!
Recluse’s eye roll didn’t quite nullify the way he blushed softly at Sage’s question. “No, I’m fine with my grade. I wanted to talk about the homework.”
“What about it?”
“What’s taking so long in getting it graded, professor?” His glare held an irritated edge that didn’t match his tone of voice, quite frankly. It was too gentle around the edges. Almost curious, if Sage was to hazard a guess.
“I have to admit I’ve been a bit preoccupied,” he confessed, raising his hands in surrender.
“That so?” Recluse raised an unamused eyebrow. He glanced at Sage, then the office door, and promptly shut it behind him. The click of the lock activating sent a shiver down Sage’s spine as he watched Recluse stride over. Recluse rested his free hand on the edge of Sage’s desk, staring down at him with a flat look. His heart skipped a beat. Intrigue, or perhaps something with a bit more edge to it, flickered behind his pale eyes. “With what?”
Only then did Sage let his grin turn lecherous.
“Thinking of you, my dear,” he purred, leaning forward and batting his eyelashes. “I’m afraid even mere memories of you are woefully distracting.”
“So, the reason why you’re behind on grading is because you can’t keep your mind out of the gutter?” he scoffed. Yet he set his staff to the side, leaning it against his desk.
“It’s far more than just my mind,” Sage answered, standing slowly. Recluse didn’t break his stare. “My heart and body have followed.”
“Sounds like you’re being lazy. Or maybe you’re lying about how eager you are to have to read an essay that doesn’t completely worship your ideals.” Recluse crossed his arms and Sage didn’t fight the way he felt the threads of his composure fray. He simply looped around his desk, slowly but surely closing the distance between them until he could feel Recluse’s breaths against his lips. His gaze still held fast. Cute.
“On the contrary. Your essay may have been written from a place of loathing, but you’re a very talented writer. I’ll admit, I read and graded yours first. It’s the other essays that I’m struggling to work on.”
“Not lazy, then. Just unprofessional. And biased.”
Sage snaked his hands around Recluse’s waist, warmth flooding his chest at the action. How he missed the feeling of Recluse's hips under his hands, cushioned by velvet and velour. His stomach flipped in delight when Recluse held him in turn.
"No, merely honest. Your work is well crafted and refreshingly new. Reading a little over thirty more essays that are very similar in structure and tone? Well, it's very easy to let my mind wander." He snuck one hand up Recluse's side to cup his cheek. Exactly as soft and warm as he remembered and craved. "But perhaps I could get work done with the proper incentive. Think you can entertain me?"
"Entertain yourself."
Sage caught Recluse's lips in a kiss that was meant to start slow, honest! But Recluse melted so wonderfully against him, his weight shifting into Sage's arms and his lips parting on a low sigh, and any lingering trace of Sage's inhibition vanished. He kissed Recluse harder, eyes fluttering shut as he licked at the small opening between his lips, trying to gain access. Recluse didn't indulge him. Instead he closed his lips and tightened his grip on Sage's hips.
"Playing coy?" Sage giggled, toying with the ends of Recluse's long bangs. "I'll remind you of who you are soon enough."
"And what's that?" Recluse murmured, his hat tilted slightly to the left. Cute.
"Forgotten already? I suppose I’ll simply have to remind you." The hand on Recluse's waist trailed lower to squeeze at his ass. Recluse's indignant glower made his jam burn all the hotter. He pocketed his monocle before it could get in the way.
"What are you doing?"
"You told me to entertain myself. So, I am. With my favorite plaything."
Before Recluse could bite out another retort, Sage captured his mouth in another kiss, forgoing the pretense of a gentle start. He nipped Recluse's lips until he drew a wonderfully low noise from his throat and forced his tongue into his open mouth. Recluse clung to him for dear life, clumsily trying to lick at whatever space Sage wasn’t stealing. The feeling went straight down his spine and settled warm and heavy in his stomach. His hands wandered shamelessly across his back before settling at his waist, holding him close as he slowly walked Recluse towards the wall and pinned him there. His hat hit the floor with a gentle thump.
“Let me catch my breath,” Recluse gasped, eyes fluttering open.
“Apologies.” He kissed Recluse’s nose in apology, then his cheek, then he nibbled gently at the shell of his ear. “But how can I resist? You’re so pliant, my darling.”
“You’re just greedy.”
“And you’re impatient.”
“Says the man who can’t even grade a damn paper because he wanted to get into my pants so badly.”
“What can I say? Remembering how readily you gave yourself to me is a far more appealing thought exercise.” His hands wound around Recluse’s neck to undo his shawl and cape, letting them flutter to the floor. His robe was quick to follow, pushed and pulled down Recluse’s body by Sage’s nimble hands to pool at his feet. He barely let a breath pass before he ran his hands over Recluse’s frame, the smooth cotton of his jumpsuit leaving nothing to the imagination about his shape, pulling down the high turtleneck with his teeth to nip at his jawline. “Witches, you’re beautiful.”
“S-So immature. Can’t even do your damn job without fucking off. Your other students should—hah!—th-thank me for getting you on task.” It was adorable, really, how Recluse’s voice broke as Sage sucked on a particular spot behind his ear and reached down to palm his hardening cock through the fabric. His hands tightened on Sage’s hips, desperate for some control and reciprocation but doing a terrible job at providing it. Consequence of Sage’s terrible avarice and a few more decades of experience.
“You’re right, I really should ‘do my damn job’.” He pulled away, giggling at the way irritation, confusion, and lust melded together in his gaze. Oh, he was positively resplendent. Hair ever so slightly mussed, lips swollen and parted, love bites blooming high on his neck with the deepest red marking where Sage’s fangs had laid claim.
Recluse’s mouth curled with a wicked snarl as Sage stepped back with a pat to his cheek. “You’re leaving me like this, then?”
“Oh, no, I’m nowhere near done with you, Clusey.” He fell back into his chair with barely a blink, waving for Recluse to come over. “You think I’d be satisfied with such a small taste? No, no, you’re not going anywhere.”
He cleared off a spot on his desk, heart beating wildly in his chest. His jam felt fizzy and sweet as it raced under his dough, everything alight with unadulterated, unfiltered want. He trailed his gaze over his chest, the curves of his waist, the lines of his thighs, his cock barely concealed by the form fitting fabric. “Strip down for me, why don’t you?”
“You really are lazy,” Recluse muttered, pausing in front of Sage and starting to make quick work of his jumpsuit.
“Ah ah! Not so fast.” Sage wagged his finger for the sole purpose of making Recluse’s scowl deepen. Annoyance and arousal blended uniquely well on his face. “You really need a lesson in patience, dear. I suppose I can teach you that, too.”
“Do you want me to strip or not?” He hissed. What a picture he made, arms crossed and glaring at him, his jumpsuit ruched around his chest.
“Very much. But I want to enjoy the show. Slow down, darling. There’s no rush. It’s just you and me, and we have all the time in the world.” He softened the edges of his smile to something less hungry. Recluse’s glare hardened as he fisted the fabric and pulled it down, slower this time. “Good boy. Exactly what I wanted to see.”
“A striptease? Really?”
“Well, if we’re getting into semantics, this is far simpler than a proper striptease. I just want to see you reveal yourself to me inch by inch. Look at me—there we go, just like that—and take your time. Let yourself feel the air against each new sliver of bared dough. Ooh, I saw that shiver, you’re getting into this, aren’t you!”
“I’m half naked in your office. I’m cold.”
“I’ll warm you right up in but a moment, dear. Keep doing exactly what you’re doing. Actually, before you fully strip down, I want you to feel yourself up a little. Drop your jumpsuit and bring your hands up to your collarbone. Now slowly bring them back down to your waist. A little slower—yes, perfect! Fuck, you’re so pretty. Now you can take it off all the way. Good boy, Clusey. See? Wasn’t it nice to not rush through things?”
“You’re a real bastard, you know that?”
“Don’t be a brat.” Sage trailed his own hand down his vest to rub himself through his trousers, biting his lip on a groan. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Recluse? You try grading essays when you’re this aroused. Maybe then you’ll have a little more sympathy for me.”
“Making excuses? Isn’t that below you, professor?” Recluse huffed, taking a step closer. Any sort of intimidation of him standing over Sage was lost with the blush on his cheeks and the fact he was stark naked and half hard.
“I shouldn’t love the way you call me that.” He tapped the top of his desk. “Be a dear and sit up here for me, won’t you?”
Recluse flashed Sage a skeptical look before climbing onto the space he’d cleared off. Even now, he still held that regal grace, shoulders squared and spine straight.
“So good for me, darling.” He was nearly ready to forget this whole lesson in patience to bend Recluse over his desk and fuck him until he was howling for mercy. But if he had to wait this long for Recluse to come and ask for another round, and with such an attitude over homework, then Sage could find the strength to see his lesson through.
The shade of red on Recluse’s face was lovelier than any sunset as he fidgeted under Sage’s heated gaze. He snapped his fingers and felt his cock twitch in anticipation at the feeling of lubricant coating his fingers and dripping into his palm. “Now then, make yourself comfortable.”
“What are you planning?” A note of uncertainty entered Recluse’s eyes. Sage planted a kiss to the crook of Recluse’s knee to try and soothe it.
“I was just getting to that.” Another kiss, higher up his thigh. “I’m going to prepare you to take my cock. Think you can handle that?”
Recluse’s breath hitched and his cheeks turned an even darker shade of crimson. Sage chuckled at the sight. A hundred thoughts flashed behind his eyes in the space of a breath, before his shoulders relaxed the slightest bit.
“If you claw me, I swear to the Witches you will never see the light of day again,” Recluse seethed, leaning backwards and spreading his legs.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head, Clusey. I’ve been keeping them filed down for you." He ran the fingertips that weren't dripping lubricant across his inner thigh to prove their bluntness. "Besides, I have far better ways to make you hurt. Ready?"
"Get on with it already."
He circled his entrance with his pointer finger, slow and easy, before carefully pushing it in. Recluse let out a sharp hiss at the sensation. “New to this, dove?”
“Go to hell.”
“So that’s how you want to play it? Oh well. If you do have something to tell me, there’s plenty of time. You’ve seen my size. And if you’re going to take it all, well, I’ll need to be thorough."
“Can’t help but stroke your ego even now, can you—mmph!” Recluse’s voice broke on a whimper as Sage curled his finger just so.
“Want to answer my question?”
“Fine. This, and only this, is…new.”
“Good boy, being honest with me.” Sage grinned. Only this was new? Unsurprising; Recluse was far from a blushing, nervous virgin in their last encounter. A part of him couldn’t help but wonder where his previous experience lay. And yet that same wonder made possessiveness curl around his heart like a snake.
Regardless of whatever past flings he might’ve had, the Sage of Truth was the first one do to this with Recluse. He’d have the honor of showing Recluse new throes of pleasure and how good it would feel to fall apart on his cock. And he’d be the only one to do it. Because he never wanted let his beautiful dove go.
He pushed his greedy thoughts to the side. He had to properly take Recluse before he could ruin him for anyone else, after all. Sage rewarded him for his honesty by leaning in closer and placing a feather-light kiss to the head of his cock, chuckling softly as he felt it twitch against his lips. The look on Recluse’s face was downright divine. Arousal was quickly melting away the glimmers of trepidation in his gaze, even as his lips remained pressed into a taut line. Combined with a pretty flush, Sage wanted that expression to remain forever. “Now I know I should help you relax.”
Recluse tried to glower, at least to start. It soon melted from pleasure as Sage gave gentle kitten licks to his length in sync with the careful slide of his finger in and out of Recluse’s hole. Each slide was accompanied by a slight curl to press against his prostate that made him flex his thighs and dip his head into his shoulder. His dough was so warm and tasted so good. It was beautiful how his breathing adopted a low, heavy tempo and how easily it broke on a whine. How he looked down at Sage with half-lidded eyes he couldn’t tame into a proper glare as he licked up beads of precum before kissing up and down his length. Not enough to get him off, only enough to make him fully hard and distract from the sting of two fingers sliding in to the knuckle.
“How do you feel?” Sage murmured, his voice low and breaths right against his dick. “Feels good, doesn’t it? You’re practically melting all over my desk.”
“Felt worse.” Even now, he forced his lips into a dry grin.
“I knew you’d enjoy this. You’re taking my fingers so well, after all. Look at them—” With a wink, Sage snatched up Truthless Recluse’s staff and angled it so he could do just that, and if that didn’t draw the sweetest keen from his bitten lips— “how I can slide all the way in. You really were made for this. Tell me, my darling, did you always know you were a slut or was I the one who taught you that wonderful truth about yourself?”
“E-Egoistical…bastard…fuck…” Recluse cursed between pants and gasps as Sage scissored his fingers and swirled his tongue around his slit.
“You’re the one rocking your hips into my hand. Trying to get me in deeper. Wanting to fuck yourself on my hand because you can’t wait for me to properly fill you. Patience, dove, patience. You’ll be full soon enough.”
“You always talk to your partners l-like…like you’re in a shitty porn?”
“Only the ones that blush so nicely when I do. No, darling, don’t turn your head from me! You’re so perfect like this. I adored watching you get close to that tipping point between hating me and begging for me. When you felt your pride slowly slip away because it felt so good to surrender yourself to me and let me toy with you. Seeing it on your face again? Oh, Clusey, you’ve ruined me and I have no choice but to ruin you in turn.”
“You talk too much.”
“Always with the complaints! One day I’ll correct that bratty behavior of yours.” He pulled his fingers from Recluse’s hole and reveled in the shuddering sigh he got in reply. “I think you’re ready for more, don’t you?”
He wiped his fingers on Recluse’s thigh before working at his belt. Sage pushed his trousers and boxers down in one swift movement to free his cock from its fabric confines, his breath hitching as cool air hit his dough. A little extra magic coated his palm in more lubricant before slowly stroked his cock, making sure the entire length was slicked up for Recluse. Selfishly, too, he was desperate for some sort of relief after indulging in his little show of preparing his student. How pretty he was, how good he tasted…he didn’t bother hiding the low moan that fell from his lips. Nor did he bother hiding his grin at how Recluse licked his lips.
“Like what you see?” he teased, slowing his hands and shifting his posture to really let Recluse take a good look through his staff.
“Not enough to forgive you if this is your grand plan,” Recluse snorted.
“Oh, no. The fun is only just beginning.” He patted his lap and spread his thighs further apart. “Sit. You’re smart enough to know where, aren’t you?”
The way Recluse slowly slid off his desk and landed on shaky legs made his stomach flip in excitement. He gripped the edge of his seat to keep from lunging forward and seating Recluse on his cock himself. But he couldn’t very well teach a lesson in patience and let his desires get the best of him, could he?
Still, he could latch onto Recluse’s hips when he was close enough and steady him as he slowly seated himself on Sage’s cock, thighs wrapping around his waist. Each inch that was enveloped tested his self-control further. He was so warm and deliciously tight. Every stuttering breath or low hiss of Recluse’s was met with Sage peppering warm kisses across his shoulders and cooing soft praises against his dough.
“There we go, darling. All the way in. I knew you could do it.” Sage grinned, wrapping his arms around Recluse in a lazy embrace when he was fully seated. Recluse was surprisingly light in his lap. A concerned sort of curiosity guided his hands up the lines of Recluse’s ribs. Did he eat enough? Well, Sage could certainly bring in an extra meal or two some days if that was the case. Ask Recluse to do him a favor by sharing a meal, keeping him company in what was usually a lonely hour.
Assuming Recluse would even accept such a thing, stubborn brat he was. He’d have to plan some subtle questions about what meals he preferred another time. When he wasn’t nestled inside him.
“It’s nice to be properly full, doesn’t it? I’d say I’m about…here, inside you.” He trailed his fingers down Recluse’s body, using only enough pressure with his blunt claws to make goosebumps bloom on his dough before settling low on his stomach.
“That so?” he breathed. Sage nuzzled into his neck, breathing in the slightly floral scent of his silken hair and licking up a droplet of salty sweat.
“Feel good? Nice and comfortable, right where you belong?”
“I’m fine.”
“Good! Now, here’s where the lesson in patience really begins.” A wave of his hand brought the pile of homework to the center of the desk and a pen into his hands. He pulled his monocle from his pocket, cleaned it with the edge of his sleeve, and fixed it back on his face. “You are going to sit here and keep my cock nice and warm while I finish grading these homework assignments.”
“You have to be kidding me,” Recluse spat, immediately trying to wiggle his hips for some friction. Sage squeezed onto his waist to keep him still.
“You’re the one who asked me to do my job, weren't you?” he snickered. “The more of a fuss you raise, the more distracted I’ll get. And then it’ll take even longer for me to finish grading, which means the longer you’ll be sitting here without getting off. So just relax. Don’t worry, I’ll return the favor of keeping you entertained.”
The hand that wasn’t holding his pen slowly snaked up Recluse’s sides, tracing a lazy path up his chest ribs to rub at his nipple. Recluse’s muffled gasp made him shiver.
“You can make noises, my darling. If anything, that’ll remind me why I should finish my work faster.” He mouthed at Recluse’s neck while scribbling out some commentary about how the introductory paragraph was promising but really could use another sentence or two to fully illustrate its point.
“Make me.” Recluse murmured, all smug arrogance, until Sage tugged at his hair to expose more of his neck to a sharp bite and that arrogance melted into a sharp gasp.
“There we go.” Another strike and swirl of his pen corrected ‘effect’ to ‘affect’.
“How long is this going to take?” Recluse muttered, voice made thready by how Sage was leisurely rolling his nipple between his fingertips.
“What did I say about patience?” he chided, switching to Recluse’s other nipple as he continued to read through the essay in front of him. The warmth of Recluse’s body slowly melting against him with each slow roll of his fingers was delicious. Each bitten, muffled gasp that slipped through his control was doubly so. “So long as I’m not distracted, it shouldn’t take too long. I’m a fast reader. Just keep sitting pretty.”
Sage rewarded Recluse’s acquiescence with a slow stroke up his cock and a myriad of gentle kisses (and only a few greedy, marking bites) across his neck. The heat of Recluse against his body, the feel of his dough under his wandering hands, and the taste of bittersweet vanilla and sweat with every swipe of his tongue and drag of his lips was addicting. Every muffled moan and exasperated huff that escaped as he trailed his hands up and down his body only thrilled him more.
Recluse’s body was wonderfully honest, even when his mouth wasn’t. He’d twitch and shiver just so every time he ran his hands over a the spots he was most sensitive: the strip of dough right above the blond curls at the base of his cock, the jut of his collarbone right where it blended into his shoulder, and the edge of his rib cage made him whine the sweetest.
“Tsk tsk!” Sage set down his pen and gripped Recluse’s hips when he felt him trying to sneak in a subtle grind for friction. “Wait your turn. You’ll get my attention when I’m done with these assignments you wanted graded so badly. And not a minute before.”
“I could leave now and get off myself, you know. And you couldn’t do anything about it.”
“Incorrect, darling!” His hold tightened. His fingertips warmed and sparkled with a low current of aimless magic, no spells cast to give it shape. Not yet, at least. “I could curse you to never be swept into climax in the time it would you take you to blink. You wouldn’t even know until you laid in your bed, thinking of nothing but me, trying so hard to succumb to pleasure but unable to leave that borderline state.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Don’t give me a reason to.” He kissed Recluse’s shoulder before gently bouncing him on his thigh and lightly wrapping his fingers around his dick, making him thrust into his hand with every bounce. Recluse muffled his gasp with his palm and for once, Sage let him. “Because I can imagine how you’d look, frustrated beyond words and turned on beyond belief and unable to do anything about it. How long would you suffer that edge? A minute? Five? Ten? And when you finally gave up, what would you do? Take a cold shower and chew me out after tomorrow’s class? Or would you track me down and beg me to undo this spell and get you off? I’d encourage you to do the latter. I'd love for you to find me with sweat on your brow and murder in your eyes, choking out a plea for me to let you come.”
Recluse couldn’t hide the low whimper that escaped his throat, fury and lust setting his eyes ablaze. Sage picked up the pace, feeling precum drip down his fingertips.
“I haven’t forgotten how much you adore hearing me fantasize. How could I? It’s very flattering. That my voice and descriptions are enough to drive you wild. Or maybe it’s your own ego at play here, imagining yourself in such debauchery. I don’t mind either way.”
“You're...insane...” Recluse whispered, muscles tensing and eyes squeezing shut as his breathing hitched and stuttered. Sage recognized those signs for what they were. And he couldn’t very well ruin his lesson before it concluded, could he?
Sage froze, tightening his hold on the base of Recluse’s cock. Just in case.
“You—,” Recluse growled, downright snarling at Sage as he squirmed. Sage merely cooed and drew small circles against his hips as he kept him still. “I hate you so much, professor—”
“Don’t be that way. I told you to keep still, you didn’t, and this is your punishment.” Still, he apologized with soft kisses on the hollow of his throat. “This is what happens when you act up. I got distracted. And now we’ll be here longer while I work through the rest of these papers. Now, are you going to be good and stay still, or are we going to have to do this dance again?”
“Fine. I’ll stay put.”
“Good boy. Now, let’s try and keep that promise, shall we?”
He patted Recluse’s head before he began working through the next essay, fighting off a frown as he worked through the first sentence. It was in desperate need of commas and restructuring. Maybe he’d remind his students about the writing resources before the next essay was handed in.
At least he was in very good company. Quite literally. He could make quick work of these remaining papers, provided there were no more distractions.
And, almost surprisingly, there weren’t. Recluse remained rather docile in his lap and was rewarded by a few bounces of his thigh with every paper he finished. It was beautiful how it caught him by surprise every time and drew increasingly desperate noises from his throat. Gasps turned into moans which slowly bled into high pitched keens. Recluse trembled in his hold and Sage pulled him closer to make sure he didn’t get too chilled. Then again, embracing that chill could prove entertaining. Would he let Sage drag ice around his body, tracing paths all over his chest and stomach and thighs, only to lick up the wet trails left behind to warm him up? Wasn’t that a pretty picture.
“Getting sensitive?” Sage teased after a particularly needy sound left Recluse’s lips from his fingers brushing over stiffened nipples.
“You’ve been teasing me for however long now. Of course I’m sensitive,” he hissed, trying to grind his hips down to chase the fleeting pleasure Sage offered.
“Hold out for a little longer, Recluse. I’m nearly done.”
“Hurry up.”
“If you can keep it together for a little longer, I’ll make it all worth it. I promise.” He showed his sympathy through running his fingers through his hair and Recluse leaned into the gentle scratching at his scalp. He really liked his hair being played with, didn’t he? Almost as much as he seemed to like when it was pulled. How interesting.
Recluse muttered some empty, bitter complaint. Sage turned his focus back to the essay in front of him, grading through the same points of the virtues of exposing the truth. Wouldn’t that make quite the scene, if their truth was exposed? If someone entered and saw the wreck of Recluse, ruined by his hand?
A part of him relished the idea. Relished the thought of letting the world know Recluse was his, all his, his pride and paramour forevermore. But that would also mean sharing the beauty in front of him and wasn’t that a wretched idea?
Not to mention the trouble they’d both get in. That wouldn’t be fair to his darling student.
“All done.” He slid the last essay into the pile and laughed at the relieved sigh his statement pulled from his student.
“Are you finally going to give me what I came here for?” Recluse huffed, rolling his hips sharply.
“Yes, dear. I’ll fuck you.” He didn’t bother with niceties as he grabbed Recluse’s hips and pulled him up before slamming him back down, moaning shamelessly at the feel of sweet friction on his cock. Recluse was similarly wanton, each rise and fall punching more needy sounds and broken cries of his title from his mouth. “You feel so wonderful, my dear. So perfect for me.”
“I—you—Sage!” Recluse howled. Sage’s hips snapped upwards on reflex, driving deeper into Recluse. A title like ‘professor’, yes, but so much more intimate.
“Keep saying that.” Something much more sinister and sharper than playful lust edged his words as he dug his claws into Recluse’s hips hard enough to bruise. Obsession and possession were two neighboring threads in the tapestry of infatuation. And hearing Recluse call for him like that wove them tighter together.
“S-Sage!” His voice cracked and broke as Sage picked up his pace to something fervent and greedy. Never mind the soreness in his arms from using Recluse like this. He didn’t dare slow down. “D-damn it—Sage!”
(Maybe he should go to the gym more and build up some strength. Maybe Recluse could come with. Maybe they could need to share a shower and Sage could kiss at beads of sweat and water and scrub him head to toe, brush his hair, and watch him fall apart at being cleaned and made filthy in the same breath.)
“Think you can come untouched for me again?” Sage panted in between rough bites against Recluse’s shoulders. “Merely from this? I think you can. Any good whore could. And you’re…you’re precisely that, aren’t you?”
“I’m not a—”
“But you are. Don’t lie. Why else would you come back and—” Sage had to take a moment and bite his lip to keep his composure, “—proposition me like this? Is it just that I make you feel so good?”
Recluse didn’t reply, but the way he shivered and leaned into Sage’s touches and nips was proof enough of his claims. All it took was a little time and work at the edges of the layers of mystery Recluse wrapped himself in to make them all bloom outwards and reveal the truth of how good he felt.
“Getting close?” Sage whispered when he felt Recluse tighten around him with reedy, desperate breaths. “Good. Relax. Let it happen. I know you can come just from this. You’ve come from less, haven’t you? From eavesdropping on my fantasies about fucking you? And now you’re actually feeling me inside you. How’s it compare? Better than listening to me dreaming about railing you? I’ll do that, too. I’ll bend you over and fuck you until you cry, until you forget your name but remember mine—”
“Sage!” Recluse went rigid in his lap before falling back into his chest. Sage couldn’t help but freeze at the sight—Recluse’s eyes screwed shut in pleasure, posture limp yet muscles stiff as cum spilled from his cock, landing on his stomach and thighs. A few stray droplets landed on Sage’s vest. Easily the hottest thing he’d ever borne witness too, made all the better by how close he was and claimed he looked. Trembling and panting and blinking his eyes open.
Sage was breathless and transfixed for only a moment before he redoubled his pace, desperately chasing after his own peak. He could scarcely process the sharp whines leaving Recluse’s lips from the overstimulation. He’d apologize in a moment, but he was desperate with desire. This was far more primal and wicked than mere need. He had to come, had to fill Recluse, had to utterly ruin him for anyone else because he was all his, so wonderful and bright and sharp he put the stars to shame and Sage simply couldn’t let that slip through his fingers.
When Sage came, it was with his teeth buried in Recluse’s neck to the point he nearly tasted jam, hips stuttering as overwhelming pleasure mixed with deep satisfaction. He felt Recluse’s chest heave with stuttering gasps as Sage let his climax wash over him, each sharp inhale in the crook of Recluse’s neck only prolonging the pleasure until he could finally think in words again.
“How do you feel, dove?” Sage whispered, kissing over the bites in apology.
“Like a mess,” Recluse muttered, voice still reedy and quivering ever so slightly. He captured Recluse’s lips, lazy and slow, chuckling against his lips when the returning kiss was sloppy and barely coordinated.
“I took that much out of you, hmm?” Sage chuckled. “Sorry, dear. I’ve been craving you so badly.”
“Liar.” Recluse huffed (and while Sage felt a flash of indignation at such an accusation, he quickly snuffed it out). “There’s no way you’re sorry.”
“You’re right. I’m not saying sorry out of remorse, but I am saying it out of sympathy. I got a little carried away. Are you alright?”
“I’m not delicate. And I don’t like you enough to suffer through bad sex,” he huffed. He fell into Sage’s shoulder, breathing hard into his neck. Sage was more than happy to pepper kisses over the darkest of love bites and draw soft circles along the ridges of his spine.
“Ah, so you really do like it rough?” Sage murmured. “How perfect, because that’s my favorite way to give it.”
“We’re basically cuddling. That’s hardly rough.”
Sage didn’t bother gracing that with a reply. Not out of annoyance, but simply because he saw no reason to sharpen Recluse’s thorns. He wanted to murmur soft, sweet nothings into his ear about how he didn’t need such sharpness with him. He was welcome to it, of course, Sage loved how Recluse’s wit was sharp enough to cut and found unique charm in his scowl, but he didn’t need it. He could relax around the Sage of Truth and let himself be unraveled. He would keep every last truth safe in his embrace and store it with the million other truths he had learned over the years.
But that was all a little intense for a second hookup, wasn’t it?
Sage settled for brushing aside a lock of his hair for better access to his neck and letting them rest in silence for a little while longer. Maybe more than a little while. He’d keep Recluse here for hours upon hours if he could.
Recluse pushed against his shoulders, arms trembling slightly, as he carefully lowly pulling himself off Sage’s cock with a wince. He stood with the gracelessness of a newborn fawn, cum trickling down his legs, flushed all the way down to his chest, before leaning against his desk. Sage felt his dick stir and breath catch at the sight.
“May I?” He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket with a soft smile.
“I can clean myself,” his student muttered with a scowl. Still, his voice was softened by sex (and, Sage dearly hoped, perhaps a little more than simply afterglow).
“Well, of course you can, Recluse. But perhaps I want to help. You seem baffled by the idea I actually care for you.” He leaned close and got to work gently cleaning him, clicking his tongue in sympathy at Recluse’s sensitive hisses. “You did very well, my darling.”
“Not using magic?”
“I could, if you’d prefer. But I like the intimacy of going without.”
“I don’t even want to know what you’re going to do with that handkerchief.”
“Wash it, of course! Do you really think me so base to use a dirty pocket square to get off?” he chided, bringing Recluse’s jumpsuit forth with a wave of his wrist and letting it hover in front of him for easy access, already unfolded and perfectly aligned. “Don’t answer that. I absolutely am, in theory. In practice? It’s not nearly as hot once everything dries.”
“Good to know you have some standards.” Recluse was quick and efficient in getting dressed. Sage flicked his wrist for each new garment of clothing he needed. Somehow, watching him get dressed was nearly as alluring as watching him strip. The way he composed himself with that natural elegance, each new layer of midnight velvet and gold making his shoulders straighter and posture taller. Yet the softness in his eyes never wavered, no matter how he set his face into a neutral mask. “There’s cum on your clothes.”
“Not anymore!” A wave of his hand turned his vest back to pristine condition. "The many perks of having my magical talents. I can't remember the last time I had to get something properly laundered."
“You’re such a showoff.” Recluse rolled his eyes, slowly making his way towards the office door.
“Leaving so soon?” Sage knew he certainly had places to be and assignments to do. Yet he couldn’t deny how Recluse’s departure drove a needle into his heart. Couldn’t he linger for a little while longer? Take a nap, share a story, drink some tea, anything at all?
“I didn’t take you to be the needy type, professor.”
“Ordinarily, I am not. But you…you are something special, Recluse.”
Sage would cherish the way his comment softened Recluse’s expression further and pulled a gentle smile across his features until the last star winked out of the sky.
“I don’t understand you at all,” he huffed, his hand hovering near the doorknob without actually making a move to unlock it quite yet. “You’re acting like you won’t see me in lecture tomorrow.”
“Well, I certainly hope my favorite student isn’t planning on playing hooky,” he chuckled. “But it’s different, when we’re in lecture. I like having you all to myself. So please, knock on my door at anytime at all. I truly mean anytime. I’m usually here. And if I’m not, you’re welcome to wait for me. I’ll modify my spells to allow you to enter anytime you wish, so long as I’m not in a meeting or anything.”
“Aren’t you worried I’ll try to treat myself to your answer keys?”
“You’re more than welcome to try, but know you won’t succeed. I’ve got spells in place for just such a scenario. And you’ll have quite the disciplinary meeting ahead of you if you want to be a naughty brat.” He softened his flirty tone into something more sincere before continuing with, “And truthfully? I like to think you wouldn’t want to try that. I believe you’re better than cheating. You're just not accustomed to being made to try.”
“That's quite the claim, don't you think?” A faint sliver of vulnerability slipped through his mask before Recluse could tame it. He couldn’t help but chuckle.
"Is it wrong?"
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Take care, my dear!” Sage waved a playful goodbye as Recluse let himself out of his office, carefully closing the door behind him. The room felt colder with Truthless Recluse's absence.
Now it was his turn to practice the patience he had just preached about and stay here rather than do something wholly unprofessional.