He caught himself daydreaming a lot more now than before. He had kept his fantasies to his private times at night, but now it was hard to focus throughout the day. Suddenly, he would remember a certain noise or a certain movement, and it would all flood back to him, like some distant dream he once had.
But it wasn't a dream, and it wasn't distant. Although Nite didn't come to his room every night, he woke up less alone than he had done in a long time.
When they had started, it had all been to please Nite, he had thought. Nite wasn't caring, he didn't have much interest in sharing or pleasing, so it had surprised him when the young man wanted to return the favor. He obviously didn't mind that, but Seymore often got confused by why he would do so.
As soon as Nite came, he would be all over the troll. As if he just needed a quick release himself, but his real project was the troll. It made Seymore all kinds of tingly to think about.
Nite gave him desires he hadn't had before. Although he had mostly been with men, he had never topped before. It hadn't been possible, they said, or they just weren't interested. Although Seymore was a small troll, in all aspects, his lover had been a pixie, fairly smaller than even Nite himself was. Most of Seymore's partners had either been much smaller than himself, or much bigger, but even the bigger ones hardly had an interest in Seymore being the top.
He didn't mind that, that much. He liked being the bottom, as he liked sex in general. But for some reason, that wasn't his desire with Nite.
So far, Nite had copied every act Seymore had done to him; handjobs, blowjobs, every touch he had copied, and even touched Seymore in places he didn't know was sensitive on his body.
But when Seymore carefully had touched Nite's ass, he didn't reciprocate it. He was in no doubt that Nite liked being touched there because ever since he started, that was how he preferred to come. Nite wouldn't beg, he would barely ask, but he would guide Seymore's hands or demand to be filled with the troll's thick fingers.
Although Seymore hadn't asked Nite if he wanted to touch him likewise, he didn't feel the need to do so, either. Sure, he had expected Nite to touch him like that, just like all the other times he had been introduced to something new. But when he didn't, he didn't feel like he missed out on anything.
What he did have a problem with, was that he suddenly really wanted to be inside Nite, and not only with his fingers. Sure, he had really wanted to be inside his lover as well, but they had never made it work out for them. He wouldn't have minded Nite to be inside him, either, but he had a hard time seeing that as a possibility.
As time had passed, it became harder and harder to control himself around the human, but he desperately didn't want to hurt or scare the young man. In his own way, Nite was good to him. And if the sorcerer ever wanted to be inside him, Seymore was sure he would let him know.
The troll had a hard time admitting to himself how much he wanted this. He felt filthy. He was filthy. Nite was still so much younger, and even if Seymore couldn't really compare his age to the sorcerer's, he still felt weird, betraying the Madam's trust in him. He was very well aware that she hadn't meant 'while I'm gone, can you fuck my son, and maybe talk to him once in a while?', and dreaded what she would do or say if she ever found out.
Would she even care? Seymore was unsure. Maybe she would throw him out, maybe she would throw both of them out, or maybe she would just go about her ways as usual. In any case, he didn't want to cause trouble for Nite, and he couldn't imagine that this would better his relationship with his mother.
But guilt and shame weren't enough for him to fully end his perverted relation with Nite. He had explained it with the need for touch, or the sudden gentleness was a stepping stone for Nite further on, but when everything was said and done, Seymore was afraid to fall for Nite. He was afraid to end their relation too, afraid that it would mess up the trust they had built together, but mostly afraid he would never wake up again with the human snoring by his side.
Seymore was a selfish troll, he reminded himself. Simple and selfish, unable to help himself. Unable to help Nite.
He sat down the bucket, looking down at himself. It was undoubtedly noticeable through his old, loose pants that his mind had wandered south. Ashamed, he went to the nearest bathroom, trying to calm down himself, but to no avail.
He would just have to hurry, he told himself. He could be quick if he just worked himself up enough. But all his normal go-to fantasies weren't as exciting as thinking about how he much rather would feel Nite's hand than his own. How he would prefer to hear the sorcerer moan against his hard cock. How badly, desperately he wanted to fuck Nite, to see his face twist in pleasure and pain, to hear him moan so loudly, the castle walls would barely be able to handle it…
… ,,I don't mind staying home, sir,'' he said as he served dinner; as the young man had requested, pie, with lots of vegetables so finely chopped that he would probably not even notice their texture, or so Seymore hoped.
,,Well I can take care of myself for a couple of days if that's your concern,'' he said, doubtingly tasting the pie. After a few chews, he seemed genuinely surprised. ,,That's not bad!'' he smiled before he looked sternly at the troll again. ,,And don't call me sir, Seymore,'' he corrected him.
,,My apologies. Old habits die hard,'' he said. ,,I'm glad you like the pie.''
,,Don't change the subject. I'm allowing you to go out on your birthday. Just like you're used to,'' he said. Seymore regretted telling Nite about his yearly trip, where the Madam would encourage him to go out for a few nights in a row, taking a usually needed break from his chores.
,,It's very kind of you, but it's really quite alright,'' he said. He didn't expect the Madam would appreciate him leaving Nite alone, and he didn't expect her to remember his birthday would come and go, while she was gone.
,,You're just being troublesome,'' he said as he rolled his eyes. ,,I promise not to leave the castle. Besides, don't you ever need alone time?'' he asked.
,,Of course, but I can wait. Besides, there's still a couple of weeks to my birthday,'' he said. Nite mumbled something underneath his breath, but Seymore didn't press the issue further.
He ate in silence for a while, as Seymore took care of minor stuff in the kitchen. He could still hear the sorcerer in the other room, wondering why Nite so obsessively wanted him to go away.
,,I'm done eating,'' he declared, as he suddenly stood beside the troll again, handing him his plate. ,,It actually wasn't that bad. I still prefer meat pies. Or cherry pies, they are the best,'' he said enthusiastically, as Seymore began to wash the plate. ,,But it was nice enough,'' he shrugged with a faint smile.
,,Thank you,'' he smiled, waiting for the sorcerer to leave so he could eat himself. ,,I will remember that for future reference.''
,,Seymore, why won't you go out for your birthday? Don't you trust that I will stay?'' he asked bluntly. The troll stopped in a motion before he turned to look clearly at the young man beside him.
,,My birthday isn't that important to me. I usually just camp in some woods for a couple of nights, drink a little by myself, and then return home. Your mother has never forbidden me to leave the castle, I can leave whenever I want, I usually just don't have the energy to do so in the evenings,'' he explained.
,,You're only staying because my mother isn't here,'' he said sharply. Seymore paused for a moment before he smiled again.
,,Yes. Because this year, I don't have to spend my birthday alone. And I wouldn't have had company if it wasn't for the fact that your mother had ordered me to guard you,'' he said softly, making the young man seem rather flustered. ,,Of course, you don't have to spend the day with me. But for once, I can expect a little more social interaction than the other birthdays I've had for a long time.''
,,No, uhm, that's alright…'' he said slowly. ,,I didn't know… I thought you'd rather go out… I assumed you were with friends or family… Not all alone,'' he tried.
,,That's alright, Nite. You couldn't know, I don't talk about stuff like that very often,'' he smiled. ,,I don't really like to be out around people,'' he explained. ,,I don't feel very comfortable with that, anymore.''
,,Why is that?'' he asked, regaining his normal posture again.
,,Well there's lots of reasons. Mainly because I mostly socialize sparsely with your mother, now you. With time, I simply just… isolated myself too much, I guess…'' he said slowly as he returned his focus to the dirty dishes in the sink. ,,I don't have friends or family I have contact with, anymore.''
,,None?'' he asked surprised and Seymore shook his head.
,,My sister writes me every once in a while, but no one else,'' he sighed. ,,And I don't really want to spend time with her, either way. I wish her all the best, but our lives are just so different.''
The young man looked like he was deep in thoughts. Seymore wished he would go back to his studies, so he would be able to get his chores done. He just wanted to eat, read for a while, before heading to bed, but it was hard with Nite present in the room.
,,What do you want for your birthday?'' he finally said. A door, his mind shouted. It was hard to get any private matters done with an open space like the basement chamber was.
,,You don't have to give me anything,'' he assured him.
,,No, I know that, but I want to give you something!'' he said stubbornly. Five minutes for myself, his mind chimed in. But he couldn't say that, either.
,,I'm sure you'll find something. I'll be happy for whatever you choose,'' he smiled. Nite pouted as Seymore finished up the dishes. ,,Is there anything else I can do for you? Otherwise, I want to eat.''
,,Why didn't you eat when I did?'' he asked instead.
,,I prefer to eat alone,'' he shrugged.
,,Do you prefer to do everything alone?'' he said mockingly, crossing his arms. ,,I don't see the big problem. You've said I made a lot of progress throughout these weeks. Why aren't you the same? If I have to get out of my comfort zone, socializing, sharing my space, then why are you still to keep up your old habits?'' he scoffed.
Seymore was about to answer when he stopped himself. In some aspects, besides initiating conversations, Seymore was still very much set in his old ways. And Nite did try his best, both in understanding basic emotions and trying to understand Seymore specifically, so why wouldn't he give it his all?
,,I'll eat with you tomorrow,'' he promised. That seemed to please the sorcerer, for now. ,,… But you can give me company while I eat, now, if that pleases you as well,'' he sighed lightly.
,,No, I want to get back to my studies,'' he admitted, turned around, and was on his way. Their conversations always ended like this, with Nite suddenly just disappearing mid-conversation. But with time, it didn't surprise Seymore as much, and right now he was thankful that he could eat his dinner alone.
Why Seymore had mentioned his upcoming birthday, was beyond himself. Maybe he was too comfortable with Nite, at this point, not really thinking about the topics he brought up and which questions Nite could ask. It had surprised him that Nite so adamantly had wanted him to take a break. If it was meant as a nice gesture, or if Nite was up to antics, was a little harder to tell.
Despite the Madam's fears, Nite hadn't tried to escape the castle, not even once. Not as far as Seymore knew, at least. The young man had his daily routines that he rarely strayed from, and it was normally easy to keep an eye on him, even when they weren't in the same room.
But Nite would still comment from time to time on the fact that he couldn't leave the castle, frustrated with why that was the case, and it delayed his studies, it seemed. Most of his frustrations were either from his house arrest or his lacking progress with his studies, and Seymore couldn't help him with either.
Maybe that was why he tried to change the subject, to mundane things like Nite's distaste for vegetables, how he would like to help clean the sorcerer's study chamber at some point, or his own birthday. It seemed to be the best strategy, to distract the young man, at the times where things just weren't going in his favor.
Seymore finished up his dinner and finished up his chores, while he thought about the last month or so. Normally, the Madam would be on her way home, but this time, she would be gone for months to come. He didn't feel as anxious about the thought as he had assumed, but Nite wasn't as difficult to be around as he had expected, either. The young man was lonely, and where Seymore had thought he had isolated himself by free will, Nite simply didn't feel comfortable around his housemates.
But now he did, he guessed? Although Nite wasn't always chipper at the site of Seymore, he didn't try to hex the troll in his sleep, and he wasn't outright cruel in any way.
The hallway was the only place Seymore bothered lighting up candles in the evening. They didn't really use the main part of the castle at this point, and Seymore simply got his chores done throughout the day, while there was still daylight. As he finished up his day, he put out the candles, so they wouldn't burn out every night.
He groaned loudly as he felt the warm, hot wax on his hand. He had been absent-minded as he did his chores, but now his rough, moss green skin was blistered and red. He swore loudly but kept blowing the candles out.
,,What happened?'' Seymore turned around, surprised to see the young man stare up at him. He hadn't been aware of how loudly he had spoken in the hallway.
,,I'm sorry if I disturbed you. I just burned myself,'' he explained as he turned around to continue his work.
,,You're a very clumsy troll, aren't you?'' Nite asked slowly. ,,Let me see your hand.''
,,What? No, why?'' he asked hastily, turning around again, just in time as Nite rolled his eyes.
,,Because I'm going to heal you, of course. I know you don't like it, but there's no reason for you to run around with a burned hand,'' he said impatiently.
,,I would rather just have the burn,'' he said, but Nite didn't seem satisfied with this.
,,Give me your hand, Seymore,'' he said sternly. The troll flinched, as he often did when Nite said his name. Maybe it was because the Madam hadn't pronounced it right for years, that the sound of his actual name was unfamiliar, or maybe it was the way Nite said it, so close to troll language, with only the slightest accent, that made it sound so welcoming.
,,… Okay,'' he said as he slowly gave Nite his hand. Willa always held a hand underneath and one over his burns or bruises, but Nite firmly held his hand in both of his, just like when he said thank you to him. ,,Is this right?'' he asked nervously.
,,Of course it is,'' he sneered, but he suddenly looked nervous as well. Then he closed his eyes and Seymore felt a warm breeze of hot air run over his hand. It didn't feel as awful as when the Madam did it, but he would still rather just have had the bruise. Nite slowly opened his eyes, smiling proudly at the troll. ,,See? I said it was right!''
,,That wasn't so bad,'' he smiled, looking down at his healed hand. ,,I didn't know you were a healer.''
,,Well, I… haven't done it before,'' he simply said. Seymore blinked a couple of times, opening his mouth, visibly angry at this point, but Nite interrupted him: ,,Your hand is healed. No reason to shout at me.''
,,You didn't even know if it would work?'' he bit back.
,,Well, it did, didn't it?'' he said irritated.
,,What if you had made it worse?!'' he yelled. Nite took a step back, surprisingly nervous all of a sudden. Seymore's anger faded as soon as he watched the young man's scared eyes. He had never yelled at him before.
,,I just wanted to see, if I could heal. Healing cannot explode, Seymore. The worst that can happen, is that nothing happens,'' he explained, surprisingly calmly. ,,But you don't know that, because you don't know anything about magic. I forgot that.''
He didn't say it condescendingly. His tone was neutral, and although he didn't really seem sorry, Seymore could tell that he had startled the sorcerer.
,,I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell,'' Seymore said apologetically. ,,… Thank you for healing me,'' he smiled instead. Nite took the troll's big hand in his own again, looking down at the healed skin.
,,I'm… I'm… uhm…'' he tried, but Seymore shook his head.
,,It's alright, I understand,'' he said gently. He let Nite hold his hand a little longer than he usually did. He wondered for how long Nite would hold it if he didn't pull away, but the young man showed no signs of retreating his hands.
,,Things sometimes explode when I try to manifest them,'' he explained, still looking at the troll's hand. ,,Sometimes things fly around and crash when I try to manipulate stuff. And sometimes the fogs from my potions can be unpleasant and sparkles can fly. But healing magic can't do damage. It's like… a reverse spell, for me, at least. It obviously works differently for others,'' he said, finally looking at the big, amber eyes again. ,,That's why I can't reverse the scars on your face… it's too long ago since it happened,'' he said, a slight worry in his mahogany eyes.
,,It's alright, Nite. I really don't know anything about magic,'' he said with a sigh. ,,It scares me. And I don't think it would scare me less, if I knew more about it,'' he said calmly.
,,Have you ever tried to learn about magic?'' he asked, almost hopeful. Seymore finally retrieved his hand to himself, startling Nite for a moment.
,,My former lover had some magic. Very light magic, might I add. It didn't scare me as much, but he didn't use it much, either,'' he explained.
,,I thought your lover was a troll?'' Nite said doubtingly, but Seymore shook his head.
,,He was a pixie.'' They were both quiet for a time, and Seymore tried to look away.
,,… Pixies are very beautiful creatures. You must have been very lucky, to be with such…'' he said slowly. Seymore didn't notice at first, but Nite almost sounded saddened by the fact. He was unsure why. Maybe he didn't find that Seymore deserved to be with a pixie.
,,He was. Beautiful, inside and out,'' Seymore agreed, a sad smile across his face. ,,I felt very lucky to be with him, when he was mine, and I was his,'' he said slowly.
,,… What happened then?'' Nite asked. He had asked before, but just like last time, Seymore just shook his head.
,,I don't want to talk about that, Nite. It's not important for you to know about my love life,'' he said, gently, but firmly as well. Nite didn't look like he agreed, but he still sighed and nodded as a response.
,,Okay. I will probably ask again, at some point. I'm trying to understand why your eyes get so sad when you talk about him,'' he explained. Seymore shrugged and continued his former task with blowing out the candles. ,,Do you want me to leave you alone?'' he asked.
,,Well, I'm not doing anything particularly interesting. I'm just trying to get ready for bed,'' he said as he finished the last candle. Nite looked down at the basement chamber, the room dark and looming.
,,… Do you like it, down there?'' he asked doubtingly. Seymore followed his gaze, before nodding slightly.
,,It's nice. I have more space there than in my last room,'' he assured him. No privacy, but Nite didn't need to worry about that. When he looked up again, Nite had already taken his leave. He sighed, not that upset at this point, just very tired after yet another day.
It would have been nice to get away from the castle for a couple of days, but he guessed he could always do that after the Madam returned home. He didn't really mind staying either, and maybe he would not even feel as depressed, being here with Nite, instead of by himself in the woods.
He had tried to visit villages around the West the first couple of years he had been at the castle, but it didn't really feel comfortable. Every time he went out, it reminded him of why he wanted to be alone. Every passing stranger made him nervous, and he always sat alone, anyway. Escaping in the woods became a tradition for him, and the Madam often gifted him a bottle of wine he took with him on his trip, drinking to his birth star.
The troll laid down on his mattress, his body sore and tired from another day's work. He didn't mind that and was just thankful that he could relax for a while.
He had wanted to read, but he had forgotten a candle, so he could barely see anything. He sighed, too tired to get up, so he just laid there, in the dark, closing his eyes.
As so many times before, eyes were taunting him in the dark. The big, ice-blue eyes, that felt so warm and familiar, even this many years later. He missed being looked at by them.
He missed him.
He missed his smile and his laughter. He missed being touched by those long, fair hands. He missed his lips… His tongue, that made him crazy just by the mere sight of it, and the knowledge of what he could do to him with it.
The room was pretty dark, he thought. If he was quiet, then maybe Nite would never know what the troll did. Besides, what were the odds that he would suddenly want to talk now? Nite usually wouldn't bother him once Seymore had gone down into his chamber for the night.
He let his hands down his body. He was long and bumpy, his stomach big and hard and his legs long and wide. Even through his pants, he could feel how excited he was. He had touched himself once or twice since he had moved into the basement chamber, not as often as before, and not at night.
It was a long time since he had laid down, giving himself time to enjoy the sensation and give into his lewd fantasies. When he finally pulled down his pants, the air felt cold against his glans, which already was wet and ready to get attention.
He couldn't remember the last time he had been this hard. His cock was over 10 inches, but he usually didn't get rock hard. He didn't dislike being big and soft, it was often easier for others to manage, although a little harder if he wanted to get inside a partner. But now he was so hard that his foreskin squeezed him, begging for him to touch himself.
With closed eyes, he began stroking his cock. It didn't take him long before he imagined how it felt with his former lover on top of him, stroking his dick, surprisingly firmly, while the pixie fucked him. He could be as hard as he wanted, Seymore could take it. He wanted to take it. He wanted to feel small and powerless.
He grunted unwillingly, but as there were no sounds from the hallway, he hoped Nite hadn't passed by or was about to. He continued, first touching himself slowly, firmly, but he didn't want to edge himself for hours. He just wanted to come like this; lost in his euphoria. He panted and drooled as he stroked himself faster, harder, feeling the precum drip all over his thick fingers.
His cock twisted in his hand. He wanted to beg for his release, indulging in old memories of the beautiful creature he once called his lover. He imagined those perfect lips, with those big, blue eyes, looking so innocently up at him, but promising all the naughty things he needed…
When he finally came, he felt dirty in more than one sense. In his hurry, he hadn't undressed fully, and his shirt was wet and stained. But more than anything, he felt dirty for indulging so far into his past.
With a deep sigh, he got up and undressed from his shirt, before putting his pants back on. He needed to wash his shirt, so it would be ready for the day after. Shamefully, he climbed the stairs, no sign of Nite around.
But as he wandered through the hall on his way to the washroom, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him. In his haste, he hadn't put another shirt on, and regretfully, he looked back at the quite confused young man behind him.
Nite didn't say anything at first, he just shamelessly stared at the troll. Seymore felt vulnerable and wanted to hide, but there weren't any places to hide from this.
,,Ahm, I spilled something in my room…'' he said slowly, as Nite's eyes blatantly wandered around. He then realized he had been staring, and looked flustered up at the troll again. ,,I thought you were in bed, otherwise I would have put on a shirt…''
,,No… No that's alright…'' Nite said, still barely focusing on Seymore's words. He felt like the young man silently judged him, but maybe he was just suddenly aware of how he actually looked.
Besides being a small troll, Seymore was also scrawny by troll standards. As a young man, he had barely had any fat, but a slightly toned body, after he moved to the Center Isles. For trolls, Seymore's long hair and small muscles didn't impress, but hadn't it been for his face, he might even have been considered good-looking in his younger years, by races across the Center Isles.
But now, his hair was gone, and his body had slowly gained fat instead of muscles. Although he was still strong, his muscles were hidden behind the thick layer of fat, and his stomach was big, round and hard, not the flattering toned stomach he once had had.
,,I didn't know you took food and drinks down into your chamber…'' Nite noted, although seemingly more interested in looking at the troll, than talking.
,,I don't normally do so, I promise…'' Seymore said, trying to cover himself with the shirt, without revealing the stains. This made Nite aware again, and he finally really looked up at Seymore.
,,I didn't mean to stare,'' he said, glancing down once more. ,,I… uhm, I haven't seen anyone… like this…'' he said slowly, before looking back at Seymore's face.
That didn't really help how nervous and fidgety Seymore felt. For some reason, he felt a slight groan in the back of his throat, that he desperately held back. Convincing himself it was just the weird and awkward situation, he looked away. But the delight and curiousness in the sorcerer's voice were hard to ignore.
,,Can I go? I really want to wash my clothes, and I'm not… suitable for conversation, right now…'' he said apologetically.
,,Oh, yerh, sure,'' Nite said, passing by the troll, seemingly to get back to his studies. But Seymore noticed more stares as the young man passed by him.
When Nite finally left the hallway, Seymore hurried to the washroom, soaking his shirt as fast as he could. He just wanted to get back to his room, where he should have stayed. Not only felt he shameful, due to his previous activities, but he felt ashamed that Nite so judgingly had stared at him.
But most of all, he felt ashamed that he got all weird and tingly when Nite looked at him, ever so curiously. He didn't want to believe it when his mind shouted 'he's checking you out!' It was much more likely that Nite judged the troll's poor physique than anything else.
Seymore rarely thought about the night he had told the young man about his sexuality. He wanted that conversation as far away as possible. Not because of the things Nite had told him, only because of his own painful memories. He had felt honored that Nite would share such a thing with him, but they hadn't talked about it since. He guessed Nite would ask him if he had more questions about matters like these.
But now, all he could think of, was how weirdly the sorcerer had looked at him. As if he was trying to judge if Seymore was his type. He didn't want to think about such stuff, and he scolded himself for it internally.
Nite was so young and clueless, in many ways. He suddenly remembered how adamantly Nite had insisted they were nearly the same age, converted from troll years to a human's lifespan. Nite didn't see him as old, and the thought suddenly seemed more frightening than insulting.
But Nite was also very mature and disciplined in other aspects. He was talented and curious, and despite how awkwardly he went about things, Seymore did believe that Nite tried his best not to be mean to the troll.
He went back to his room, a little dizzy, cold, and wet. His shirt was drying, and he had another he could wear tomorrow, but right now, he just wanted to forget about all this and sleep, like he should have done before his mind wandered south. It would be a long time before he was stupid enough to try stuff like that again.
Or so he thought…
He avoided Nite for the next couple of days. Not to an extent the human would find worrying, he thought, but he simply just kept himself busy. Really busy. He went up to clean the rooms on the fifth floor and the castle towers, always leaving Nite's food where he would be able to find it when he got hungry enough, and then just emerged himself into cleaning every part of the castle.
He would still greet the young man when he crossed him in the hallways, but he would never stop for long, afraid Nite would strike up a conversation if he stayed. He felt ashamed, because he thought he could see the worry in the young man's eyes, and he didn't want to cause any more trouble than he already felt that he had.
He just needed to clear his mind, he told himself. Troll instincts could be so strong, and if his primitive mind suddenly saw Nite as a potential mate, he couldn't be around him before he had relaxed for a bit.
Soon enough, he felt that he had control over himself again. He didn't feel he would act inappropriate towards Nite, but he wasn't sure, thus he had isolated himself as he gathered his thoughts. Both to his surprise and concern, he discovered that he liked his daily, awkward talks with the young man, and felt rather thrilled when he finally felt he could be around him again.
But when he finally felt ready to engage in conversation with the sorcerer again, Nite distanced himself from him. Even to the point where he wouldn't respond when Seymore tried to talk with him. He guessed he had made the young man insecure by his sudden disappearances, but he had a hard time coming up with a suitable excuse.
He didn't feel like he could just tell Nite that he had made him flustered that night. He couldn't explain why he needed a couple of days to himself after that, either. But he knew that he had to talk to Nite at some point.
Every time they saw each other in the hallway, Nite would avoid the troll's gaze before he hurried on his way. This went on for a couple of days before Seymore finally summoned the courage to knock on the heavy doors of the study chamber once again.
,,Nite, is this a bad time?'' he asked through the closed door, but he got no answer. ,,Can I come in?'' He waited for a while but heard nothing, so he daringly tried to open the door and peek inside, but Nite was nowhere to be seen.
He still went inside, surprised by the shape the clutter had taken. He hadn't been in the study chamber since he had made tea and sweets for Nite last time, and Nite hadn't done any cleaning since then, to his knowledge. Regardless, the books were stacked together in sections, the papers in stacks on the floor, but everything seemed to be in some kind of order. The potions were placed on the same shelf, amulets, coins, and jewels on yet another. While it wasn't clean or neat, he guessed this was what Nite had been up to and his way of organizing.
Then he looked at the table; just three books, papers, and ink. One of the books was covered in black leather, with a weird mark on its cover. When he tried to open it, it didn't budge, so he simply put it away again, suddenly realizing it was sealed with some sort of protection spell. The other books were in a language he didn't recognize, but they didn't seem magical.
He curiously ran his fingers through the pages on one of them, lazily looking at weird words he didn't understand, and pictures of anatomy. Naked bodies greeted his eyes, and he quickly closed it again. He felt a little chilly, as he wasn't sure why Nite would need to be reading about that.
,,What are you doing?'' Seymore turned to look at the young man, horrified that the sorcerer would be furious that he had been snooping around. But to his surprise, Nite seemed just as horrified, his ears red and his big eyes flickering from the troll to the book in Seymore's hands.
,,I'm sorry! I… I didn't mean to pry, Nite, I just… I got worried and then I wanted to…'' he started, but trailed off as Nite hurried into the room, snatching the book from him.
,,Don't go through my stuff!'' he said, almost embarrassed, as he threw the book away. Seymore was taken aback but tried to remain calm.
,,… I'm sorry. I can't read it. I don't-,'' but Nite interrupted again.
,,Nevermind,'' he said, looking back at the troll. ,,What do you want?'' he said, much more sternly than the troll expected. And suddenly, Seymore felt he was back to square one, all the progress they both had made together gone, just because of his self-indulgence.
,,… I don't know,'' he said slowly. ,,We haven't talked much. I wanted to check up on you,'' he explained. Nite looked away, as he slowly nodded.
,,You've been avoiding me,'' he said.
,,I know,'' he said, his voice feeling raspy and shallow.
,,I don't understand why. Did I do something bad?'' he asked, but Seymore just shook his head, making his long ears flop around his face. ,,Then why wouldn't you talk to me?'' he said, finally looking back at the amber eyes.
,,I… I did… I tried… I was… I guess I was embarrassed,'' he said and looked down. Nite's brows furrowed, as he looked like he tried to figure out why Seymore would be so.
,,Because… of that night, right?'' he asked slowly. Seymore felt his cheeks flush, but only managed to nod. ,,I thought a lot about that night,'' he said nonchalantly, not even noticing the blush in Seymore's cheeks. ,,But why? It's just… your body, right? You shouldn't be ashamed by that,'' he argued.
,,I don't… always feel good about my body,'' he tried. ,,And… you looked at me, like… Well, like you thought the exact same thing… I felt weird, and observed, and I… I needed to calm down again…'' he said, trying to sit down on the desk to get a little closer to Nite's level. The young man nodded, seemingly flustered again.
,,I don't think… I understand that,'' he said slowly. ,,I didn't mean to look at you, but I've only seen myself naked,'' he said shamelessly. ,,And you look very different, than me. I got curious,'' he admitted. ,,… I think you're interesting to look at,'' he said, looking straight into the amber eyes.
The troll felt the familiar uncertainty he had tried to suppress the last couple of days, and the groan slipped out before he noticed. It didn't seem to scare Nite, but it did seem to surprise him.
,,… Are you… alright?'' he said, almost concerned.
,,Yes, yes, I'm sorry,'' he tried as he coughed to get his redness under control. ,,Is… Is that why you were reading about anatomy?'' he asked, looking at the book Nite had thrown away. Now Nite looked utterly flustered, as if he wanted to crawl away right then and there.
,,Well, no, but… yes? I… I have a problem, and I needed to research, and… I don't seem to have any books on matters like… that,'' he said hastily, not looking at the troll and fidgeting with his shirt as they spoke.
,,Oh, maybe… I can help you?'' he tried, begging for any chance to remove the subject away from himself, but this only seemed to make Nite's pale cheeks shine brighter than ever before.
,,I… don't know… Maybe you can?'' he said, slowly walking closer to the desk again. He sat down on the chair in front of Seymore, biting his lip as he gathered the courage to speak. Seymore hadn't seen him like this before. ,,I don't know how to… get off,'' he tried, looking away.
,,What?'' Maybe he had misheard him, but he became nervous again, his heart racing as the seconds passed by.
,,… Masturbation,'' he mumbled. ,,I know how to do it, but… I don't… I'm not doing it right, I think…'' he tried, desperately looking up at the troll, but quickly looking away again. ,,I know it's not something… people usually talk about, but… it's frustrating… It takes my concentration, and… well…'' he mumbled.
,,… I'm not sure if I'm the best at giving advice…'' Seymore tried, as politely as he could, but Nite just shook his head.
,,But that's why you were out of your room, right? Half-naked? It's okay, I'm not mad or disgusted or what else you might think, I just… I don't understand how to… come,'' he whispered regretfully.
The troll's ears twisted at his words, and he tried to block them out. He hadn't believed it had been this obvious, but clearly, he was wrong.
,,How do you do it?'' Nite asked him, just as curiously as if he asked him about troll culture.
,,This is not… appropriate,'' he tried.
,,No, I know… But I need help…'' he admitted and looked down. Seymore tried not to look too closely, but even from the desk he could see the tension, the sorcerer tried to hide. ,,This is what I mean,'' he mumbled, following the troll's gaze. ,,If you could just… help me out, then I could figure it out for myself,'' he said quietly, but Seymore heard the words loud and clear.
,,I really don't think-,'' he tried but stopped as Nite looked up at him again.
,,Can't I order you to help me?'' he tried, almost desperately. Seymore was about to answer, but no words came out of his mouth. Just more of his deep, raspy groans.
It only startled Nite for a moment, before he figured out that it wasn't an unpleasant sound. He took a deep breath and seemingly gathered the courage, as he shakenly grabbed Seymore's hand. While the troll didn't pull away, he simply felt frozen, spectating the unfolding scenario, happening right before his eyes.
,,… Help me…'' he said, as he guided the big hand, placing it on his thigh. ,,It's alright. I really want you to… do so…'' he said shakenly, looking, as the troll slowly stroked his clothed leg, not even thinking about what he was doing, anymore. ,,It's alright, Seymore.''
,,It's really not,'' he tried but kept stroking his thigh. ,,It's not right that I… touch you, like this…''
,,There's nothing wrong with this,'' he insisted, but his breath felt shallow. ,,Besides… You want this too, don't you? Is that why… Why you've been avoiding me? Trolls are very physical, right? You were afraid you couldn't… hold back, right?'' he asked, slowly trying to grind against the troll's big hand.
Seymore didn't answer, he just nodded weakly, as if he admitted to his own perversities. He didn't remove his hand from the sorcerer's thigh, but he was unsure how to go about things. Nite was right, it wasn't illegal for him to help him. It was taboo, but there was no way the Madam could bring him to court for this, as Nite was well over 15. Besides, how would she do so, if she wouldn't take Nite out of the castle with her?
,,If you want this… and I want this… then it's alright… Right?'' he asked, slowly pulling his long sweater over his head, revealing his pale skin. When Seymore didn't answer, but didn't pull away either, he unbuckled his belt but didn't pull his pants further down. ,,Say something,'' he whispered, his eyes big and uncertain.
The troll didn't. He just got up from the table, to sit down on his knees in front of the young man. A slight shiver went through him, as he looked at the throne, and a thought mindlessly entered about servicing Nite while he sat on his throne.
But Nite was right in front of him and had no reason to get up right now. Seymore could see, even through Nite's pants, that he very much wanted this.
,,I… will show you how to do it,'' Seymore said shakenly, slowly pulling Nite's pants down. ,,But only once. Is this alright?'' he asked a final time. Nite nodded and lifted himself, as his pants and briefs were pulled down to expose his very hard, glistering cock.
,,Yes, yes, it's okay,'' he said hastily. He flinched slightly when he felt the troll's coarse hand, finally touching him, but he didn't budge away when Seymore looked up at him as if he had hurt him.
,,Tell me if it hurts or if you want me to stop,'' he said instead, as he slowly continued when Nite nodded as his answer.
Seymore didn't know much about humans, but Nite looked a lot like he had expected; his cock was smaller, but it was a similar shape to his own. It had surprised him that Nite had no foreskin, and he wasn't sure if all humans were like that. He had seen elves both with and without foreskin, maybe humans were the same?
Otherwise, he reacted as he expected; he grinded against the troll's big, coarse hand, he whimpered every now and again, and his cock twisted delightfully as he worked himself up. The sorcerer's cock easily fitted inside of Seymore's big palm, and his grip was firm around the twisting organ.
Nite didn't seem to find this weird at all. He seemed hot and bothered, but Seymore understood why if he was unable to come. He didn't seem bothered by the fact that Seymore was the one doing such an intimate act, and he just grinded himself harder, as if he tried to rush to orgasm.
,,Slow down a little,'' Seymore tried, loosening his grip around him. Nite did as told, unwillingly, and very rosy-cheeked at this point. The troll covered his fingers in saliva, before he traced the spit around on the pink glans, making Nite whimper again. ,,You don't need to rush so much. That won't make it easier, I promise,'' he said calmly, slowly massaging the tip instead.
,,I'm trying to… do it quickly… so it doesn't bother you…'' he panted. It was hard for him to keep still on the chair, and he unwillingly grinded against the touch again, moaning slightly as he did so.
,,Take your time, Nite. I'm not stopping until you tell me to do so,'' he said calmly. Nite nodded, closing his eyes, and just emerged down in enjoying the simple touch.
It was a little too exciting for Seymore to be doing this. Nite wasn't especially pretty or sexy, but his sounds were very sincere, and he liked how aroused it seemed to make him that the troll played with him. One of his hands grabbed around the base of his cock, while the other kept teasing the tip. Despite not having foreskin, Nite seemed very sensitive.
He leaked a lot, making Seymore's hand sticky. He wanted to taste him, but he didn't want to surprise the human either, and Nite seemed very comfortable with the situation right now. He dripped on the troll's hands, making it easy for him to cover the head as he started to stroke him again, slow and steadily this time.
Seymore felt the tension in his own pants, but he knew if he began to touch himself, he would lose focus on Nite. He could always touch himself later. He wanted to savor the moment, imprinting all of Nite's sounds and movements as he touched him.
,,It's… It feels really good…'' Nite moaned, still not looking at the troll. ,,By Am it's good… Don't stop, please don't stop,'' he begged, whimpering, as he grinded against Seymore's hand anew, but this time much slower. Seymore sped up the pace, enjoying the feeling of the pulsing organ right in front of him.
He had never heard Nite beg before, but the sudden loss of power and control only made it harder to resist him. Seymore kept the sorcerer steady, trying to gain the control, as Nite clearly seemed to be aroused by the fact that he, for once, hadn't any.
,,Y-you've done this before, right? With… other men, I mean?'' Nite panted, almost drooling at this point. The mahogany eyes observed the troll, nodding guiltily as charged. ,,You're good at it… It feels really good,'' he whined.
,,Thank you,'' he said with his raspy voice. He felt Nite's hand gently on the top of his head, just keeping his face in place, so he could observe the troll's amber eyes anew.
,,… Can you… take your clothes off? If you don't mind? I want to see you,'' he panted, releasing his grip in the flustered troll. Seymore looked perplexed for a moment. He didn't stop, but he slowed down his motions.
,,… Is shirtless fine?'' he said hesitantly. Nite bit his lip and nodded, and Seymore slowly stood up to remove his shirt. He knew that Nite very likely looked at the hardening member in his pants because he could hear a faint, surprised moan from the younger man, but he tried not to acknowledge it.
Seymore didn't say anything else, before he continued to touch Nite again, this time, just without his shirt on. The sorcerer looked at him, just as intensely as last time, but Seymore wasn't as afraid that Nite judged him. That did, however, not make things easier for the troll.
,,You're very… interesting, to look at…'' he repeated, making Seymore blush anew. ,,Why didn't you want to undress fully?'' he panted.
,,This is not about me. It's about you, and making you feel good,'' he said, avoiding looking too closely at the human.
,,But I want… wait, I, ah-!'' he tried, but he suddenly jerked violently against Seymore's hands. The troll didn't even realize what was about to happen, before Nite hid his face in his hands, moaning so loudly that it rung against the castle walls, as he came all over the troll's hands and chest.
As Nite panted and relaxed on the chair, Seymore looked down at his chest, covered in the now cooling semen. He hadn't expected Nite to shoot so much, and not as suddenly either. Although he didn't exactly remember his first orgasm, he believed he had felt it coming for a while before the actual shot. Nite looked flustered at the troll, his eyelids heavy and his gaze enchanting.
,,I'm glad… that you took your shirt of…'' he said between pants, making Seymore chuckle slightly. ,,Fuck, that was so good, Seymore,'' he whined as he hid his face again. Seymore looked down at his hand, wondering if he should taste him or not.
,,I'm glad that you enjoyed it,'' he smiled as he got up. He took the shirt over his shoulder and was about to leave when Nite looked up again.
,,Wait, where are you going?'' he asked, jumping off the chair, almost tripping over as his pants were still at his ankles. ,,Aren't I… Don't you want to… Uhm…'' he asked flustered, looking down at the still twitching organ visible in the troll's pants. ,,Don't you want to get off, too?'' he asked sheepishly.
,,Don't worry, Nite. I'll take care of that later. I need to… clean up, first,'' he said slowly. ,,But thank you for asking,'' he added with a small smile. He was about to reach the door with his clean hand when Nite stopped him again.
,,No, wait!'' he said again. ,,… We're good, right? You won't avoid me tomorrow?'' he asked doubtingly.
,,I won't, I promise,'' he smiled. ,,I hope… this helps with your… problem,'' he added, looking slightly at the still half-naked human.
,,I hope so too,'' he mumbled, looking down at himself. While it hadn't been big and impressive before, his dick looked even smaller now. It didn't seem to bother Nite too much, but Seymore found it strangely interesting to look at the half-naked man in front of him. ,,I will try… not to make things weird,'' he said slowly.
,,It's alright. It might be a little weird, but I think I'll survive,'' he chuckled, finally opening the door. To his dismay Nite followed him out into the hallway as soon as he got his pants on.
,,… Did you hate it? I know you didn't exactly get anything out of it, but… You did want this, right?'' he asked quietly. Seymore didn't exactly feel like he was up for talking, his mind fuzzy and his body still tingly and hormonal.
,,I am a simple troll, Nite. Despite my strange interests, in the end, I'm still just a troll. I like to eat, I like to sleep and I like to fuck,'' he said, rather unapologetic, almost startling the young man by his tone. Although Seymore noticed this, he didn't stop. ,,You can't order me to do stuff like this. If I wanted no part in it… I had taken no part in it. So, no… I didn't hate it,'' he concluded, as he stopped at the washroom.
,,Okay,'' he said simply. ,,Uhm, Seymore?'' he asked, eyeing the troll ever so slightly. The troll's patience was about to be over with, but he still looked as calmly as he could down at the sorcerer.
,,Yes?'' Nite was fidgety for a moment before he looked down again.
,,… Thank you.'' Then he left, on his way to his own chamber, probably to wash himself off and get to bed. Seymore stood in the hallway for a moment, stunned at the words Nite had never spoken before, feeling an array of emotions he had no interest in right now.
As he walked into the washroom, he threw his shirt at the floor and sat down with his back against the door. He had no time to think of the sudden proudness he felt, that Nite had thanked him with words, for once. How weirdly happy it made him, and how that somewhat still turned him on, that Nite was so sincere and trusting towards him.
He was still covered in cum, the liquid now completely cold. He didn't hesitate anymore, as he pulled his pants down, revealing his still throbbing member, slowly touching himself with the cold, sticky semen. Shivers went down his spine, but it didn't feel bad, it just made him feel dirty. It made him feel like exactly what he was: A dirty, old troll, corrupting his human Master. He leaked all over his fingers, making him even stickier than before.
Seymore wasn't as loud as Nite was, but he couldn't help but to groan every now and then. He took his sweet time, as he had no intention of cutting it short, enjoying every last bit of it. Slowly, he let his fingers run over his chest, covering them in cum before he finally gave in and tasted the sorcerer. His taste wasn't as strong as his own, but it was also cold now. He wondered how he would taste if he had come right into his mouth… Imaging swallowing every drop, feeling him jerk forward, and hearing more of those delicious moans.
For the first time in what felt like a decade, he came without imaging the ice-blue eyes, the fair skin, and the fragile, beautiful creature, he once had called his lover. As he looked down at his hand, his sperm mixed with Nite's, he wasn't sure he liked the outcome. But he couldn't deny that excitement he felt, as he, once more, tasted his hand, their fluids together in a strange mix, that made his cock twitch again…