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“Hey, Spell?”
“Yeah, Val?”
“…how do you get off?”
Spelldon half closed his laptop, facepalming with a deep sigh.
“Kieran Valentine… what?” The witch turned around to face him.
They were setting on his canopy bed, the sheer rose curtains drawn around it, dimming the candlelight from the rest of his bedroom.
They were having a boys night or sleepover, or whatever it was this was. They would just hang out all night talking about whatever, it was their little safe space from the world.
It had quickly started becoming a regular thing soon after they met.
He had only known the witch a couple months, but it had felt like years. Like Spelldon was always meant to be in his life, so quickly adjusted into it.
Ever since they met in that forest, him looking at the animals, Spelldon at the plants, they became best friends instantly. It was kind of scary how fast they became so immersed in each other’s worlds.
They told each other everything, feeling no need to hold back.
Which lead to moments like this…
“Ya know… like, masturbation-“
“No, yeah. I get that.” His clarification was interrupted by Spelldon putting a hand out to stop him.
“I mean, what are you asking here? Because my answer is tug at your dick, Val. That’s how you get off.”
“But that doesn’t work with me.” He flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling of curtains over his old wooden canopy bed.
“What do you mean it doesn’t work?”
“I try, but I can never get… I don’t know…? Excited enough…? To finish…”
“Wow…” Spell looked down at him like he was simultaneously impressed and pitied him. “How do I have the more tricky set up to work with, and yet you’re the one who can’t come?”
“Oh shut up.” Reaching behind him, he chucked a pillow at Spell, the witch catching it before it hit his head. “pussies are not that hard to make orgasm”
“Oh, because you’d know. Have you ever even seen one, virgin?” Looking at Spelldon’s teasing smirk, made his stomach feel like it had suddenly gone empty. Something that had been happening a lot more recently when he was around the witch.
“I’ve seen women… I mean I’ve watched porn…” he looked away as he said it, knowing that answer was pathetic and probably proved Spell’s point.
But to his surprise, instead of making fun of him, Spell just looked at him confused.
“Wait, women? Why aren’t you watching gay porn?”
He returned the witch’s confused look. “Why would I watch gay porn?”
“Uh, because it’s hot?” Spelldon looked at him like he had missed something important, and maybe he had.
He thought about it for a second before answering. “I mean… if you’re gay, I guess.”
“Wait… are you not gay?!” The witch leaned towards him in shock. “Sorry wait, did I totally stereotype you?” Spell sat back to whisper to himself, but he still caught it. “…I thought my gaydar was better than that…”
“I-…” he cut off his own answer to really think about it.
Was he…?
He had actually never thought about it. He always just assumed he must have liked ghouls because that’s what every other man he saw for years did. Sure, he knew gays existed, but he’d never stopped to consider if he was one.
Well… It would explain why “the right ghoul” never came along in all his years…
Feeling he could be honest with his friend, he answered accordingly.
“I… actually don’t know…?”
“You don’t know…” Spelldon looked at him like he had just failed a 2+2 equation. “You walk around full twink on a Monday morning, and you don’t know if you’re gay?”
“Twink?”
“It’s a-“
he quickly cut his friend off before he could even start. “I know what a twink is, Spell.” He’d hung out around the witch enough to pick up on some queer terminology.
Rolling over onto his side, he met the witch’s eyes dead on. “I’m just surprised you think I am one.”
“Val… you sweetheart.”
The other man calling him by the new pet name made his heart beat so strong he’d thought he had come back to life.
Okay… maybe he was a bit gay.
“If twink had a picture in the dictionary,” the witch put his hands together and pointed them down at him. “you’d be there.”
“Really?” His voice came out as a playful whine.
“Really. You’re like the poster child, Val.” Spelldon deadpanned.
“You know what? Let me show you.” Spelldon pulled his laptop in front of himself.
Sitting up to look over his friend’s shoulder, he saw the witch opening a new tab on a familiar independent sex worker website, one that Spelldon had actually recommended to him a while ago, apparently assuming he would be watching gay porn…
Spell mumbled as he was typing. “Hot twink… gets railed-“
“SPELL!”
Playfully hitting his friend’s shoulder, Spell looked at him with a smirk.
“What? This is one way to find out if you’re gay, isn’t it?” Spell hit search, and the thumbnails and titles that had popped up already had his cheeks growing warmer.
“By watching gay porn with you?” he made eye contact with the other man to try and avert his eyes from the website, but somehow he didn’t think it helped with his blushing.
“Yeah, why not?” The witch shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.
They really had gotten too comfortable with each other…
Spell scrolled through the vids. Seemingly asking a rhetorical question given the mumble it was said with.
“You seem like the type to like it sweet and soft… right…?”
Spelldon didn’t look like he was actually hoping for an answer, but he decided to play along anyway.
“What makes you think that?”
His friend looked away from the laptop to look deadpan at him. “Look at the room we’re in, Val.”
He did in fact take a moment to look around his own bedroom, like he didn’t already know what he’d find.
Light red walls with dark red carpet, antique furniture carved into the shapes of heart, lots of rose motifs everywhere, and too many scented candles to count.
Not to mention the red velvety sheets they were sitting on, under his storybook Princess looking bed.
His friend’s deadpan look was still staring at him when his eyes came back around.
“If you don’t like it with rose petals and lace lingerie by the candlelight. I have no idea what the hell you could be into.”
Yes, alright… he had to admit that sounded nice. Very him honestly.
But he still decided to tease his friend, to get the other man’s reaction.
“who says I can’t like it rough And romantic?” He crossed his arms, playfully raising an eyebrow at his friend.
“Oh?” The glint in Spelldon’s eyes said that he happily accepted the teasing battle they had gotten into.
“You like it rough, huh?”
His friend almost sounded seductive when he had said it, causing a shiver to go up his spine at the feeling it brought him.
“I-I didn’t mean like-“
“No, no. It’s okay, sweetheart. Nothing to be ashamed of. I like to get fucked too.” Spell winked at him, and he knew he definitely just lost whatever game they were playing.
He swears this witch is gonna be the next death of him…
Spell went back to looking through the videos, letting him take a minute to contemplate his existence. Before suddenly snapping him back to reality with a jolt at the witch’s voice.
“Ah! Found one.” Spell clicked on the video, sliding the laptop in front of him. “You should like this.”
Looking over at his friends smile, seeing one of the witch’s loose coils hang over bright purple eyes, something finally clicked for him.
And all at once he had a feeling he already knew what he liked…
“So pretty for me, baby.”
His gaze was pulled away from his friend, back to the laptop.
Looking at the screen, the video showed a bigger man caressing a smaller one.
Said skinnier man had soft smooth skin and a slim waist, similar to his own figure.
He subsequently wrapped an arm around his middle.
Okay… maybe he was a twink.
The bigger man pushed the other man’s stomach down onto the bed, lifting the twink’s ass up and holding his big cock out towards it.
“You want me, baby?”
The smaller man arched his back seductively. “Oh yes please…”
The twink moaned as the thick cock was slowly pushed into him.
Not being able to pull his eyes away, he bit his lip at the sight, trying to hold in a whimper of his own.
Gods… he wanted that.
He didn’t know he wanted something like that until he saw it, but now it was so obvious to him he wondered how he’d not figured it out sooner.
He knew his face must have looked ridiculously bright red with how warm and heavy his cheeks felt.
Arousal stirred in his gut, feeling a semi form in his pants as he watched the top’s big cock carefully pull in and out of the bottom’s ass, thrusts slowly getting faster, making the twink moan louder.
“You take it so well, baby. Such a good boy for me.”
For some reason he continued to watch the vid, despite already having the answers to his questions.
One, he was in fact a twink. And two,
he was most definitely gay.
“Love some good dick, don’t you baby?”
The skinnier man didn’t even have to do any of the work, just laid there moaning as he was pulled back onto the other man’s cock by his small hips.
“Yes! So good~”
Putting his hands on his knees, holding so tightly he was almost scraping his nails into himself, he wondered what it felt like.
To feel full, pleasured, taken care of by another man…
Lost in his own mind, he flinched when he felt something lean against his back, hands coming to wrap around him in a hug.
Finally tearing his eyes away from the screen, he looked back to see his friend behind him.
“S-spell?”
He felt hands glide down to the opening of his pants, fingers just slipping past before hesitating.
“Please… tell me to stop…”
The witch breathed in his ear, a soft beg leaving his friend’s mouth. Like Spell knew this would change everything between them and the witch didn’t want to risk it, but couldn’t stop himself unless Val asked.
…unfortunately, he couldn’t stop himself either.
“I won’t…”
his words were almost just a breath, so quiet he wasn’t even sure if Spell had heard them until he got his answer.
“Fuck… okay, sweetheart.” Spell’s voice was comforting as it rang in his ears, excitement and slight disappointment in the words, like this was going to be the best mistake they ever made.
Hands carefully slid into his pants, gently wrapping around his hard cock.
He froze up at the new sensation of another man’s hands on him so intimately, relaxing with a moaned sigh when a thumb glided over the tip of his dick.
He collapsed back against Spell’s shoulder as the witch started moving his hand up and down.
It already felt so much better than when he did it alone. Spelldon’s hands physically weren’t that dissimilar from his own, yet somehow they were so different, so much more intense even with the lightest touch.
A moan that wasn’t his own caught his ear, making him look forward, seeing the porno still playing on the laptop in front of him.
A pathetic whimper escaped him as he watched the twink on the screen get fucked harder.
Spell took notice of his reaction, tugging his dick harder.
“Yeah, sweetheart? You wanna get fucked like that?”
“Mm-hmm~” Biting his lip, he thrusted his hips up into the witch’s hand.
His heart fluttered at the beautiful sound of his friend’s giggle. “If I had known how this night would go, I would have brought my strap on.”
He felt his dick twitch in Spell’s hand at just the thought, leaking pre-cum onto the witch’s fingers.
“Would have given you what you really wanted~” Spelldon whispered in his ear, making him whine.
“Spell…~”
“Aw, don’t worry, sweetheart. There’s always next time.”
It took him a second to process what his friend had said.
‘Next time?’
There was going to be a next time?
Oh Gods… please let there be a next time, and a next time, and a n-
“Hm… but maybe…”
His internal begging got cut short by Spell using the hand that wasn’t tugging at his dick, to start pulling his pants all the way down.
He lifted his hips to help, finally kicking his pants off his ankles.
“You don’t happen to have lube hiding around here somewhere?”
He genuinely thought about it for a moment, despite knowing he for sure didn’t, hoping a miracle would happen.
“…no…” he finally admitted in disappointment.
“Well then, we’ll just have to do this the old way.”
Suddenly two fingers were at his lips.
“Suck.”
It was a command, but it felt soft and comforting even so, like a heavy warm blanket. He knew he didn’t have to follow it, but why would he refuse when it felt so nice to listen?
He took the fingers into his mouth, wrapping his lips around them, being careful with his fangs as he sucked on the witch’s fingers, coating them in his saliva.
The light pressure and weight against his tongue made him shake in arousal.
obviously not being able to hide anything from his friend. Spelldon took note of his response, starting to drag the fingers back and forwards over his tongue, thrusting into his mouth like a-
“Mmm~”
Spelldon chuckled lightly in his ear as he moaned around the witch’s fingers
“If you like my fingers in your ass as much as you do your mouth. You shouldn’t have trouble finishing this time.”
The now wet fingers were carefully pulled from his mouth, a string of saliva connecting them to his tongue before it broke.
The witch’s hand travelled down between his legs.
“No, Val, seriously. If you don’t come from this I’m buying you a vibrator.” Spell’s teasing threat had him biting his lip again. The thought of his friend getting him something to pleasure himself with, handing him the gift in the hopes he would come all over it, made him dizzy.
“A rose toy would match your aesthetic perfectly actually.” He could hear his favourite smirk in that tone, and it just might send him to his second coffin.
Before he could even think of a rebuttal, Spell’s wet fingers were circling his hole, just as teasing as the witch’s words.
“Spell~” a gasp left him when a finger was pressed slightly into his hole, while the witch’s other hand pumped his dick faster with the help of his pre-cum.
“It’s good, isn’t it?” He could feel his friend’s smirk against the side of his jaw where Spell was practically kissing it.
Watching the laptop in front of him, seeing the twink get praised and fucked on the screen like how he wanted, all while his friend …okay, let’s be honest, crush, was playing with his ass and cock, had his gut stirring tighter.
And of course Spelldon just had to be a teasing asshole again, whispering seductively in his ear.
“Think you’re gay now, sweetheart?”
“Oh Gods…” he rolled his hips down to push the witch’s finger further into him, almost trying to ride them. “Yes! I’m gay, so so gay…”
Spelldon laughed at his antics, not to make fun of him, but in a way he knew was genuine, that made him feel seen.
“Glad you finally figured that one out, sweetheart.”
He threw his head back onto Spell’s shoulder, moaning as the witch pushed the other wet finger inside him. He thrusted his hips up into the hand around his cock, then back onto the fingers in his ass, trying to chase more of the pleasure.
That’s when he felt Spell press further into his back, grinding against him.
“Spell… are you…?”
“I’m watching porn and jerking off a pretty twink, Val.” The witch’s fingers dragged along his inner walls, while a thumb swiped over the tip of his twitching dick, making him whimper.
“Of course I am.”
“Oh Gods, Spell…”
the other man continued to hump against him, before considering it and asking him. “Sorry, Should I stop?”
“No!” His response came out on instinct before he could really think about it. “Please… it’s okay. Keep going.”
“Alright…”
Spell kept grinding against him. His gut getting tighter with the fact that his crush got off on helping him get off.
“Fuck, Val… you’re gorgeous…”
He wasn’t paying attention to the laptop playing in front of him anymore, getting lost in the pleasure the other man was giving him.
“Spell… I- ah~” he didn’t even know what he was going to say before he got cut off by his own moan, Spell’s fingers thrusting a bit deeper into him, making him stretch around them with a aroused whimper.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” the witch’s voice softened, relaxing him further, making him feel safe, and wanted, and protected.
He didn’t normally like to feed on his friend’s love, but there was just so much of it, all directed at him. He couldn’t help but pick up on some of it, getting lightheaded from the strong emotion.
“Spell… so good, please~”
Spell bit his ear gently, making him shiver in arousal. The hand on his dick got faster, causing him to choke back an embarrassing moan.
“It’s okay… you can come for me, sweetheart~”
Fingers thrusted against a spot inside him that made his vision blur.
“Spell!”
Cum shot up his stomach as he felt himself lose control of his magic. But he couldn’t focus to see what kind of mess he’d created, his thighs shaking as Spelldon helped him through his orgasm. The witche’s skilled hands only slowing and pulling away as he calmed down.
“Fuck, Val… you’re really pretty when you come.”
He whimpered at his crush’s aroused groaning in his ear. If he hadn’t just finished, he’s sure his now softening cock would try and get hard again.
“T-thanks…”
Relaxing back against his friend, he took a moment to enjoy all the new sensations in his body.
So… that’s what he was missing out on.
Gods… he really should have thought of this sooner.
He was brought out of his thoughts by an amused huff. He looked at the witch who was smirking at something.
“Knew you were the rose petals type.”
Following his friend’s gaze, he looked down at the bed they were sitting on, seeing it covered in red and black rose petals, ones he could tell were made from magic.
Ah… so that’s what he’d done.
He looked away shyly. “I can’t help it… it felt too good.”
His eyes widened when he felt a kiss on his cheek.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Spelldon bought the hand that was on his dick up to the witch’s own mouth. He watched as Spell licked up the bit of his cum that had dripped down on it, not quite sure if he thought it was gross or a new turn on.
“Well, that was fun.” Spelldon used his licked clean hand to shut the laptop and slide it away.
His friend went to move from him, which made him panic a bit for some reason.
“Wait! What… about you…?”
Spell looked at him confused, repeating what he said back to him, making it sound it like what he said was ridiculous.
“What about me?”
“You… said you got turned on by this. Did you finish?”
He watched as the witch’s face slightly shifted in recognition, before dismissing it casually.
“Oh, right… no. but it’s fine, I’ll calm down.”
Looking away from his way too hot friend for a second to gather up some confidence, he turned back to Spell and nervously asked.
“…could I… return the favour?”
He saw Spelldon’s eyes widen slightly, a light blush painting green cheeks.
However his friend’s shock was quickly replaced with one of the witch’s teasing smirks that he had come to love so much.
“Oh? You wanna see if making a pussy come is as easy as you think it is?” The witch crossed his arms, giving him that competitive flirting look again.
He physically swallowed down his nerves, and tried to flirt back. “I’m sure I’ll have you spilling over in no time.”
“Wow, okay pretty boy.”
He watched in awe as Spelldon laid back against the too many pillows on his bed, the rose petals he had accidentally summoned earlier framing the witch beautifully.
His face grew warmer as his gaze followed the witch’s hands to his pants, seeing them start to be pushed down.
“I normally don’t let a man near my cunt until after the first date.” Spell finally got the pants off and threw them away, spreading his legs, exposing the man’s already wet hole and throbbing dick to him.
“But I think I can make an exception for a sweetheart like you.”
He just caught Spell’s wink out of the corner of his eyes that were shamelessly staring at said cunt, mesmerised by the arousal dripping from it.
Being the oversharers that they were, Spelldon had already told him a while ago what his pussy looked like. Unshaved hair around it that connected to a happy trail continuing up the man’s lower stomach, and a hard enlarged clit that was begging to be touched. But nothing he had heard compared to actually seeing it.
Gods… he had just discovered he liked dick. Now he was also finding out that he did happen to like pussy too,
It just had to belong to a handsome man.
He knew his silent staring had to stop at some point, and thinking about what Spell had said, the words he finally got to leave his mouth were-
“…well technically we went out for dinner last week, if that counts.”
Spelldon snorted a laugh at that. “You know, you’re actually so right, we did. And you paid for it, so…” the witch spread his legs further and pointed down at his pussy. “Go ahead, pretty boy, make me come.”
With a deep breath, he nervously crawled between his crush’s legs.
“If I am actually bad at this, you won’t make fun of me right?”
“Why? Will it turn you on?” Spell’s smirk had him questioning if it actually would.
“Maybe… or make me cry. Don’t think I’m ready to find out which.”
Spelldon seeing he was actually worried, dropped the teasing and reassuringly pat his arm.
“Hey, Val. Of course I won’t make fun of you, I know you’ll try your best.”
He softly smiled down at his friend, the simple words already making him feel better. Spelldon was always good at that, helping him through his emotions.
“Thanks… I just hope it feels good for you.” His hand made its way to the man’s thigh, rubbing circles into it to build up his courage.
“Listen, Val.” Spell dragged a hand up his own head to move loose curls out of the way. “I’m practically on easy mode right now. I’m so turned on, a strong enough breeze could finish me off.”
That certainly boosted his confidence. Deciding to take a play out of Spelldon’s own handbook, he teased the witch as his fingers moved to drag along the man’s wet cunt.
“I’m just that hot, huh?”
Spell groaned, slightly shifting his hips down to make the fingers press into his pussy more.
“Oh you asshole, you know you are.”
He was aware of his reputation as a heartthrob. People complimented him all the time, to the point it was all just empty noise to him now. But hearing his crush say it, a man he knew wasn’t one for blowin’ smoke, a man who had called him pretty and gorgeous, made him believe it must be true.
To try and distract Spell from his growing blush, he finally pushed a finger in. The witch opening his mouth in a silent moan
“Oh fuck~ your fingers are literally the same size as mine, why does it feel so different?”
He giggled at his friend’s reaction. “I thought the same thing when your hand was on my dick.”
Looking down at the cunt happily swallowing his finger, he decided to try and push another one in, watching it easily slip into the wet hole.
Spelldon buckled his hips down onto them, thrusting them further inside the man’s pussy.
“Ugh… fuck, that’s good…” the witch groaned, rocking his hips to ride his fingers.
He let Spell use his hand like a toy, finding it too hot to stop. But he couldn’t let the witch do all the work, he still had to prove himself. So he cocked his fingers up to drag along the walls of the man’s cunt, bringing his thumb to the little dick throbbing in arousal, putting light pressure on to rub it.
“Oh yes, like that, sweetheart. Fuck~” he tore his eyes away from the man’s handsome cunt, to look at Spell’s flushed face. The witch running a hand through his own sweaty curls.
Spelldon started grinding down onto his hand, making him look back down at the man’s clit.
“It looks big. That’s because of the…” he tried to remember the name, he knew his friend had talked to him about it a hundred years by now, it was just hard to think with a warm pussy hugging his fingers. “hrt, right?” He finally got out, asking curiously.
“Yeah…” Spelldon breathed out a slight moan, making him realise this probably wasn’t the time for this conversation.
“Bottom growth… and it will only get bigger.”
He bit his lip at that, not being able to stop himself from asking.
“Big enough to fuck me with it?”
“Oh Val…” Spell moaned, slightly arching his back into the pleasure. “I’d love to fuck you with my T-Dick, sweetheart.”
“I can’t wait.”
He smiled and ran his free hand over the witch’s thigh, thinking about the possibilities of all they could do together.
The nice warm heat was almost distracting, his normally cold undead body so unused to the feeling.
He wanted to keep touching the warm witch and never let go. Have the man flirt with him until he was bright red and hot, slow heart beating so fast he forgot he had ever died.
He pressed his fingers up harder into the front wall of the man’s pussy, and rubbed his clit a bit faster.
“THAT!” Spell’s yell slightly startled him, making his shoulders jump.
“Oh just like that… don’t stop…”
So he kept going, watching Spell try and steady his breaths as his little dick and pussy were pleasured.
He must not be the only one here with hypnotising powers. He was so enamoured with the other man he didn’t think he could stop even if he wanted to, which he of course didn’t.
Spelldon was so beautiful like this, he would happily give the man all the pleasure he wanted, until his hand was numb and tired.
Eventually Spell caught his breath, but the witch’s words still came out airy. “Talk me through it.”
Once his brain hah caught up and processed Spelldon had said something, he shyly asked. “Uh, how…?”
“Val, you’ve watched porn. You know how”
He returned his friend’s deadpan with a whine.
“But porn talk is cringe.”
“Not if it’s said sincerely.” The witch argued softly. “Just say what feels natural. I’ll tell you to shut up if I don’t like it.”
“Okay…” he draw out his word to give him time to think.
Letting his eyes wander over the handsome man beneath him, from the cute blush on the witch’s cheeks, all the way down to his wet pussy leaking arousal onto his hand. He decided to try and turn his worrying mind off, and just say his thoughts out loud. Something he found surprisingly easy to do around Spelldon.
Staring mesmerised at his thumb rubbing quick circles into Spell’s little dick, he let his words slip out without thinking about them first.
“You’re so breathtaking, Spell, I’ve always thought so. I’m so lucky I get to make you feel good like this.”
The man’s clit throbbed harder under his thumb, cunt squeezing tighter around his fingers. He looked up and saw Spelldon bite his lip and grip the bedsheets, trying to stay still.
Well, he wasn’t being told to shut up, so that was good.
Grasping the man’s thigh with his free hand, he leaned down closer to the witch, dragging his fingers along the inside of his wet cunt.
“Handsome man like you deserve to have their pussy played with.”
Spelldon’s eyes nearly rolled all the way back into his head, a groan leaving the witch’s lips.
“Val…”
“And i feel honoured you let me be the one to please you.”
Leaning down further, he snuggled his face into the witch’s neck, lightly sucking on the skin in between his words.
“Love touching you, darling. Your dick is so hard, and your cunt is so soft, and wet, and warm…”
Being so close to the witch’s neck, he could feel Spell’s quickening pulse against his lips.
A hand was laced through his hair, the other man holding onto him with heavy uneven breaths.
“Oh sweetheart~ I’m gonna-“
Spelldon didn’t even get to finish his warning before shaking thighs were squeeze shut around his hand.
Despite the lack of space, he continued to try and work his hand to drag out the pleasure for the other man, feeling his hand get drenched in warm liquid.
He sat up again so he could see his crush coming, and Gods was it a beautiful sight.
By the time it was over Spell visibly relaxed back into the bed, but was still shaking, and he could feel the man’s hard clit pulsing madly under his thumb in the aftermath.
Breathing heavily, Spelldon threw an arm over his own face. Once the witch had come back down from his high, the first thing said was-
“…did I just squirt all over your nice sheets?”
Looking down in between the witch’s legs, he could see now that the man’s thighs had loosened from around his hand.
His hand and Spell’s thighs were wet, and yes, a sizable puddle of damp fabric had formed under where the witch was laying.
He was so impressed by the sight all he could say was a straightforward.
“Yes.”
Spelldon sighed, removing the arm from his face. “Fuck, I’m sorry, man.”
Looking back up at his friend in wide eyed shock, he made sure to set the record straight.
“One, don’t you dare apologise. And two, don’t call me ‘man’ when my hand is still in your cunt.”
A warm smile found its way into his face when he saw the witch start giggling.
“Well then get it out.” Spell argued in good fun.
Carefully pulling his hand away, he thought about all that had just happened tonight.
He was worried that this would change their relationship, would ruin things, make things awkward, but it didn’t. They were back to their normal banter like this was normal for them, like they’d done it a thousand times already.
He knew Spelldon had love for him, whether it was platonic or romantic it was strong, and he could always feel it, even if he tried not to.
It was very present now, almost suffocating him. He hoped Spell wouldn’t mind if he fed off of some of it.
He just wondered what this meant for them now?
Guess the only thing to do was ask.
“Hey, Spell?”
“Oh this will be good.” Spell rolled his eyes with a teasing smirk. And it made him remember that, that question was how this whole situation started.
Shaking his head with a giggle, he continued this question.
“Was this a one time thing? Because I really, really enjoyed it, and I’d like to do it again. …if you want to, of course.” He quickly added on.
Spell’s little smile made his heart feel like it had fluttered back to life. “I really liked it too. You’re better than I’d thought you’d be, and I already had high hopes.”
The fact Spelldon had thought about what he’d be like in bed, and assumed he’d be good, hit him like a brick to the back of the head.
The witch’s eyes narrowed at him playfully. “Besides, I did promise I’d fuck you at some point, didn’t I?”
Choking on a cough, he covered his mouth and struggled to answer back. “So I did okay then?”
“Val, I fucking squirted. You did great.”
He heard his crush giggle at his flustering. However he didn’t feel made fun of, he strangely felt …loved.
Rubbing the back of his head nervously, it made him finally ask.
“So… what are we now? Like, friends with benefits? Or…?” He wasn’t even brave enough to say it. Luckily Spell took control over the conversation again for him.
“Hmm.” The loving eyes that looked up at him gave him hope for the answer.
“I really like you, Val. And I have a feeling you really like me too.”
Well the witch certainly wasn’t wrong… to be fair he rarely was.
Suddenly a hand was placed in front of him, the other man offering him a handshake.
“Boyfriends?”
He stared down at the hand silently for a moment before bursting into laughter.
Taking the other man’s hand in his own, he shock it, confirming the deal while still giggling.
“Boyfriends.”
Spelldon laughed with him, pulling his hand making him collapse onto the witch with a gasp.
He buried his face into his now boyfriend’s chest, his voice muffled as he spoke.
“You dork.”
“Yup, learnt from the best.”
He felt Spell’s arms wrap around him. He returned the gesture, holding onto the witch tightly.
Their first hug as boyfriends…
They’d hugged many times before, but this felt different, yet still the same as ever, just… a bit warmer.
The goofy smile he knew he was wearing refused to leave his face. But he didn’t care if he looked stupid, he was in love.
He had spent years only feeling it secondhand from feeding on others, it felt so good to finally feel love of his own. And he couldn’t wait to experience what life was like being in love.
“Hey, Val?”
He raised his head a bit to look up at his boyfriend.
“Yeah, Spell?”
Hands came up to gently grab his rosy cheeks and pull him closer.
He gladly accepted the lips that met his own, melting into the kiss.
Would it be crazy to say that out of all the things they’d done tonight, this felt the best?
Eventually they pulled away after what felt like forever and not long enough at the same time.
Getting lost in the witche’s galaxy purple eyes, he didn’t realise what he was asking until after he had already said it.
“…is it too early to say I love you?”
Spelldon let out a breath that carried a little chuckle in it. “I wouldn’t know.” A hand gently ran through his hair. “I’ve been struggling not to say it for months.”
“Really…?”
One of Spell’s hands hugged his waist while the other continued playing in his hair. The way he was so tenderly held made It easy to believe he had always been loved by the witch.
And maybe he had always loved Spell back.
Maybe this was nothing new.
Maybe they were just finally putting to words what had always been there.
“Really.” Spell confirmed.
What he did know for sure, was that looking at his boyfriend’s smile made him feel so truly safe for the first time in his unlife.
Hidden under his bed’s long curtains, he hugged his boyfriend tightly, the outside world and troubles far away from his mind.
“Well then… I love you, Spell.”
“I love you too, Val.”