Thorn paused outside the gates of the magi collegium, the
air biting with the memory of winter frost. The light of the moon overhead,
which had illuminated his way through the forest, seemed dim now in the face of
the glowing orbs that marked the presence of magi.
He loved Kenneth. He would be an Enforcer, even if he wasn’t
entirely clear on what that meant. But sometimes, like now, he still felt very
out of place.
He kept his hat pulled low and his gloves on as he entered
the building, finding his way through the now-familiar halls to Kenneth’s room.
The carpet was plush and the building full of warmth, which had had to admit he
appreciated after a cold winter at the inventor’s college. Heaters did a lot,
but magical warmth always felt so luxurious, as though winter had never really
begun.
Thankfully, no one stopped him, and he knocked on Kenneth’s
door, a smile creeping over his face when it opened immediately. Kenneth stared
at him with heavy-lidded eyes, the blue of his irises swallowed up by pupils
wide with lust. The robes hid it well, but Thorn could tell by now from the way
Kenneth stood, and the way he had adjusted them, that he was already hard.
“I take it you sensed I was here?” Thorn asked. He stepped
inside, Kenneth closing the door behind them. He was already breathing quickly.
In Kenneth’s luxurious room, complete with a hearth, warm
carpeting, and a bed large enough to fit five people, Thorn’s worries melted
away. He may not belong at the magi collegium, not as a talentless. But he
certainly belonged here.
“Yes,” Kenneth said. He didn’t move, waiting while Thorn
removed his gloves and his hat, and finally his coat. His breath hitched when
Thorn moved closer and put his hands on Kenneth’s shoulders, feeling the
tension of restrained arousal.
“You want me, Kenneth?” Thorn said, his own body heating as
he took in the sight and closeness of the mage. At his words, the fire in the
hearth flared like a lightning strike. Thorn blinked, then grinned. “I’ll take
that as a yes.”
“Sorry.” Kenneth muttered something, and the fire went out,
replaced by three glowing orbs of light, like moonlight. “I’ve been waiting all
day.” He put his arms around Thorn, pulling him close enough that Thorn could
feel Kenneth’s hardness pressing against him. “Thorn, fires, I need you. I
can’t even think.”
Thorn chuckled, then reached around and pulled Kenneth’s
head down into a kiss, a kiss that he quickly broke when Kenneth immediately
moaned into his mouth. “C’mon, Kenneth. I’m good, but not that good.”
Kenneth just whimpered. “Please, Thorn.”
Thorn smiled and kissed him again, Kenneth pliant when Thorn
shoved his tongue into his mouth. His poor lover. Thorn didn’t fully understand
what this lifemate stuff meant, but it always effected Kenneth this way.
Somewhere, the cynical part of him still wondered if
Kenneth, a powerful, noble mage, only wanted Thorn because of it. Because of
the magic, or lust, that it brought out in him. They had gotten close quickly,
and Thorn certainly loved Kenneth. Who wouldn’t love such a handsome,
intelligent, and kind man? But he still worried.
He was just a talentless, a man who couldn’t use magic. A
man with one hand, that had at one time disgusted Kenneth. So what did Kenneth
see in him?
Those thoughts receded, though, when Kenneth gasped,
breaking the kiss. “Please, Thorn,” he said, his voice a plaintive whine.
“Please,” and his face reddened, a feathery blush spreading over his face and down
his neck, “please fuck me. I can’t wait anymore.”
Fires, he loved hearing those words. The memory of the time
he had first seen Kenneth, a fancy mage on a fancy horse looking down at other
talentless as though he didn’t see them, flashed through his mind. And look at
him now. Begging for it. He was no noble mage. He was just a man, a man who
wanted Thorn.
And Thorn wanted him too.
“Get undressed then,” Thorn said, his voice a whip. And in
the few seconds it took Kenneth to mutter something, he was naked, his long
erection thick and beaded with precum. More magic, then.
Thorn couldn’t wait any longer, either. “Get on the bed.”
He undressed himself hurriedly while Kenneth obeyed, his
fingers fumbling over buttons. Curse his fake hand, he’d have to readjust
things when he made his new one. Soon enough, though, he joined Kenneth on the
bed, looming over the blond mage. Kenneth had already found lube, and pressed
it into Thorn’s hand as the bed creaked beneath them.
“Please hurry,” he said. Light and heat whooshed, and Thorn
realized the fire in the hearth was lit again. Kenneth blushed redder.
Thorn slicked himself fast. “Stop thinking, then,” he said.
He didn’t know if Kenneth needed to think to use magic, but it made sense to
him. “No more magic. Just focus on me.”
“Please!” Kenneth shouted, and Thorn didn’t need to be told
twice. He entered Kenneth with two fingers, preparing as fast as he could, and
then thrust deep inside. Kenneth bellowed, his back arching and his hands
grabbing at Thorn’s shoulders.
“Fast, please,” Kenneth panted, and Thorn listened. Heat built
in his body, his worries about Kenneth, and about magi and talentless,
vanishing. It was always like this. With Kenneth, he didn’t need to worry.
Kenneth wanted him, wanted him desperately, and he wanted Kenneth too. His mage,
red faced and panting, his body jolting with each of Thorn’s thrusts.
Kenneth came on his stomach as Thorn watched, arcs of cum
streaking his body as he groaned. He hadn’t even needed to touch him. The sight
made Thorn gasp, his own pleasure magnified, and Kenneth’s grip tightened on
his shoulders as he thrust even harder. “Yes, Thorn,” Kenneth said, his
breathing hard in Thorn’s ears.
Kenneth was tight, beautiful, and then Thorn shuddered, deep
heat erupting from him inside the mage. He shuddered, his arms shaking and
fists curling in the mattress.
“Thorn,” Kenneth said, a moan edging his voice. “That was so
good.”
