Wednesday Briefs: Aesthetics of Invention part 7

Kenneth ached to return the favor Thorn had given him in the forest outside the inventor’s college. He could barely focus as he walked past the familiar talentless man who watched the entrance at night, thought of nothing but Thorn as he stabled Jade and took his bags, and wasn’t bothered at all by the dusty scent of the dingy hallways as they walked down to Thorn’s room.

“Home sweet home for the next week,” Thorn said, swinging his door open. The hinges creaked, and Thorn winced. “I’ll have to oil that.”

The interior was just as Kenneth remembered from his many visits, save for the faint scent of lemon. The bed was immaculately made, the sheets pin straight, and the books that usually lay askew on his desk had been stacked into neat piles. A drawing of something that looked like a human hand rested on the desk, a quill and inkpot next to it.

Kenneth broke into a grin. “You cleaned,” he said.

“Of course I did. It’s not every day I have a mage staying with me for a week.” Thorn motioned with a toss of his head to the corner. “I wouldn’t want to get your belongings all dusty.”

Kenneth muttered a command word, and his bags floated to the corner. “Thorn, there’s no need to worry on my account. I’m glad to be here.” His stomach fluttered with anxiety. “This is fine with you, isn’t it?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t have agreed if it wasn’t.” Thorn sat down on the bed, and Kenneth waited for Thorn’s look before he sat next to him. The wood creaked beneath their combined weight. “I’m trying to impress you here, is all.”

“You don’t need to impress me,” Kenneth said. He leaned closer and kissed Thorn’s shoulder, moving up to his neck and finally his lips when Thorn gave a shuddering sigh. Thorn’s lips, as always, were soft and warm, by now a familiar feeling, and their tongues twined together. Thorn pulled at Kenneth’s robes, breaking the kiss and staring at the buttons.

“These always look like they should slip right off,” he said.

Kenneth chuckled, and with another word to the aether popped the buttons on the front and at the neck where the robes were clasped. “Now try.”

“Ah.” Cold air rushed in over Kenneth’s chest, and then Thorn’s good hand brushed his nipples. “There we go. Much easier.”

“Mmm,” Kenneth said. Thorn’s callused fingers sent goosebumps trailing up his chest and neck. “Thorn, don’t you…ah…want me to please you? You’ve already given me—”

“I want to go inside you,” Thorn said, his words hotter than alchemical fire. “There’s no better way to get you used to staying here for a week. So I want you ready for me.”

Kenneth moaned as Thorn bent down and ran his tongue over Kenneth’s chest, and he let it happen when Thorn’s strong metal hand pushed him onto his back. “You’re not always the only one who gets “amorous”, you know,” Thorn said with a grin. He leaned down and picked up something from under the bed—a vial of oil, which he poured on his fingers. Some of dripped onto Kenneth’s stomach, slick and cold. “I just don’t have your magic excuse.”

“It’s not an excuse, it’s…ooh.” Thorn interrupted his sentence with a thrust of his fingers, and Kenneth spread his legs wide. Heat tightened in his cock, and he gasped when Thorn touched the head with his metal hand, smearing precum. The vial hit the floor with a thud, forgotten.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” Thorn said. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Kenneth gasped, and Thorn didn’t wait any longer. His hot length filled Kenneth, sending a rush of heat pulsing throughout his body, and with it, a deep desire to cum. Thorn moved inside him, Kenneth sensing every inch of his lover, and the friction was like sliding on hot ice.

“Yes,” he moaned. “Thorn, yes!”

“So good, Kenneth,” Thorn said, his hands fisting in the sheets next to Kenneth’s face. The bed creaked, banging against the wall. “I’ve wanted you all day, Kenneth.”

He loved it when Thorn talked like that, and Kenneth closed his eyes, relishing the sensation of his lover inside him, of the pressure and friction, the explosion that threatened every time Thorn moved against his prostate. He spread his legs wider, putting his hands on Thorn’s thighs and moving with him, driving him in deeper. “Yes, Thorn, yes, yes, yes!”

“Come for me, Kenneth,” Thorn gasped, his body shuddering and his voice low. “Ngh…” He put his good hand on Kenneth’s erection, rubbing it and grabbing his head while he thrust his hips. His body shuddered again, and he gasped, nearly breathless. “Fires, Kenneth, you’re so hot!”

Thorn was close, and the knowledge sent Kenneth over the edge first, his cock pulsing and releasing the blissful pressure in hot spurts across his chest. He clenched down on Thorn deep inside him, who moaned through gritted teeth, and Kenneth felt the deep throbs inside him.

The bed stopped creaking as they both panted, Kenneth’s heart beating so hard he felt it in his neck. “Thorn, you’re so good,” Kenneth said.

Cum dripped when Thorn pulled out, and he lay down next to Kenneth, a smug grin on his face. “I’m sure everyone else in the dorm knows that too now,” he said.

Kenneth’s face heated, but there was no shame. “I’ll be staying here for a week,” he said. “They’ll get used to it.”

“They’d better,” Thorn said. “I don’t claim to understand if it will help your little magic malady, but I’m glad you’re here, Kenneth.”

“I am too,” he said. “It will be nice to be with you more.”

“And you can learn a lot from us,” Thorn said. “I’ll be an Enforcer with you one day.” He snuggled closer. “But for now, you can see what our lives are like, at least a little."