He felt a presence, in some sort of way. He somehow knew that he wasn't alone in the basement chamber, but it felt unfamiliar. In his half-sleeping mind, he knew it was probably just Nite, but he didn't know why it all felt so different.
Then he felt the sorcerer's long hands trace his skin lightly. Normally when Nite would wake him up, he would shake him gently. Never had he felt the light touch like this before he had been fully awake.
He was unsure if he really was asleep and this was all a dream, but it felt so real. He was hesitant, almost nervous to open his eyes, if this was just a dream.
Nite hadn't visited his room, for over a week now. Seymore hadn't asked about it, as he just assumed Nite didn't want to chase anything, that wouldn't align with his goals. He couldn't blame him for that, but he did indeed miss the familiar touch.
He missed the lips he had longed for, for so long. All too soon, they had been gone.
He could feel Nite lean over him, gently kissing his neck, his tongue tracing downwards. Seymore couldn't even keep his groan back if he tried, and heard the light chuckle from the man beside him.
,,Stop pretending to sleep,'' he whispered softly into his ear. ,,I see you've missed me,'' he continued, his voice strangely seductive. Whatever he had on his mind worked, as Seymore felt the rush of excitement through his body.
He finally opened his eyes, still a little drowsy from being woken up like this, but Nite didn't seem to mind. The sorcerer was already naked, his sweater dropped on the floor, and he seemed in a particularly playful mood. Seymore slowly sat up, trying to stretch his sleepy body.
The troll was about to ask him if all was okay between them, but he didn't get the chance. He barely got a chance to react, before he felt the small man on his lap, his lips pressed against the troll's. Seymore knew they needed to talk. He knew that would be the wisest to do. But he couldn't deny how nice it felt, to feel the curious, hungry lips against his again.
Like with everything else, Nite had been a natural learner. He matched Seymore's movements like second nature and seemed so engulfed into the kissing, that he barely noticed the world around him. It felt good, but mostly, it felt safe.
He didn't want to burden Nite with thoughts of how they shouldn't be together, but it was necessary for him that the sorcerer understood it. He had thought that Nite had taken it to heart, or maybe he had just needed some time to think? Maybe he didn't mind, in the end, that they couldn't be lovers, as long as they could make each other fly, like this, just for a while.
Maybe he was lonely, he thought.
Nite's tongue was gentle, but persistent. He moaned lightly as they kissed, even more so when Seymore's hands crept down his back, firmly pressing them together. He couldn't help but let his hands run further down, down to the sorcerer's ass, that he gently squeezed.
,,Touchy, aren't you?'' Nite mused against the troll's lips. ,,Come on, say it, Seymore. You want me. You want to be inside me again,'' he moaned, lightly biting the tip of the troll's ear.
,,You're the needy one, aren't you?'' he hummed, feeling the human's hard cock against his stomach. He didn't wait for an answer, before he kissed Nite again, curling his tongue around the small man's, grinding their bodies together. ,,… I actually thought you didn't want this, anymore,'' he whispered when he finally let go of the pale lips. Nite looked confused for a moment before he chuckled again.
,,What? No, I don't care, you're not getting rid of me, just because you're being troublesome. And clearly, you don't want me to go that badly,'' he said confidently. ,,I've been busy with my studies. I have this book I can't open. It's very frustrating, and a little distracting. But I have time now,'' he smiled, kissing the troll again.
It somehow made sense. Despite everything, Nite still prioritized his studies above everything else, and it did make sense that he had indulged in something interesting, losing focus on everything else around him. It didn't change what Seymore had said that day, but on the other hand… If Nite wanted to continue, even after all of that, then why would he stop him? He undeniably had missed this. And he could only hope that Nite had, too.
Seymore had interrupted Nite that day, in what seemed to be him deeply interested in that strange book he vaguely remembered from the first time he had helped him come in the sorcerer's study chamber. It was closed back then too, and now he realized Nite wasn't the one who'd put a lock on it.
But it was all hard to focus on, when he sat here, his tongue tangled together with the sorcerer's. Nite tucked in his ears, gently bit his lips, but mostly he moaned so needily, that Seymore had a hard time not to rip his own pants off, this time. He had much fewer clothes than Nite, and couldn't afford the luxury to be so careless with his things, like that.
,,Come on, put your fingers inside me already,'' he panted against the thin lips. ,,I took the liberty to clean myself and lube up, so I'm more than ready, if you catch my drift,'' he mused against the troll's lips.
He carefully spread Nite's cheeks, gently rubbing a finger against his tight entrance. He had indeed prepared himself. Seymore felt excited just by the thought of Nite, all lewdly fingering himself to prepare himself for the troll. The older man lightly scraped his teeth against the pale skin on the sorcerer's neck, as he slowly fingered the small man.
,,That's it,'' he moaned, leaning all of his weight into the troll's embrace. ,,I missed this,'' he said softly, in that voice where Seymore wasn't sure he even noticed himself that he spoke.
,,I'm glad you like it,'' he smiled, kissing the smaller man gently. ,,You're very direct today, aren't you?'' he chuckled, as he tucked his pants down. Nite seemed to notice the heavy member hitting him, already stiff and leaking at this point. ,,By the stars, I can't wait to be inside you again…'' he growled, one hand around his cock, as the other still fingered the smaller man.
,,You're too polite if I'm not direct,'' he protested, spreading himself out more as Seymore inserted yet another finger into him. ,,And you like it. You like when I-I talk dirty, don't you?'' he moaned, as the fingers sought out for his prostate. Seymore hummed at the delightful sound, leaning down to kiss the sorcerer's chest.
,,Yerh,'' he simply said. ,,I think you're pretty good at it,'' he smiled, sucking on the sensitive nipples. His cock ached, thick precum covering his fingers generously, as he began to jack off.
,,Y-you want to fuck me again, d-don't you?'' he moaned, trying to catch the blushing troll's gaze. He nodded slightly, but only looked back at Nite when the sorcerer guided his face to his own. ,,Look at me. Say it. Say you want to fuck me, Seymore,'' he demanded, his gaze stern, but hazy and horny at the same time.
,,… Can I fuck you?'' he asked, gently pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his cock, just waiting like their first night together.
,,No, not like that,'' he mumbled, but still grinded against the stiff member. ,,Take me, don't ask me. You know I want you,'' he whispered longingly, pressing down lightly.
,,But I don't… like to talk during sex, like that. I like to make sure you're alright, and that what I'm doing is alright,'' he said slowly. ,,… But I really want to feel you around my cock again,'' he mumbled against the small man's neck. ,,I really want to fuck you…''
,,Was that so hard?'' he asked amused. He sat down, more confidently than their last time, but still slow and steadily. The sorcerer panted delightfully, making Seymore whine just by looking at him.
When had Nite had the power to make him feel like a helpless schoolboy again? When did he become so confident and flirtatious? Had he always been this way, and did he first notice this now?
Regardless of all his questions, he didn't mind it this way. Seymore had no interest in the whole innocent vibe if he could have Nite be demanding and somewhat dominant. Being tossed around by the small human sounded absolutely amazing to him.
,,You've done this before, right? I mean, getting fucked, I guess?'' Nite suddenly asked, after trying to adjust to Seymore's thickness for a while. He nodded slowly, as he helped guiding the small man up and down. ,,Will I get loose, after a while of this? Will I only be able to get enjoyment out of something as big as you?'' He tried to sound innocent, but his smirk was all but that.
,,Well, I, ahm…'' he tried, feeling horny and confused, embarrassed and drowsy all at once.
,,What is it? You haven't been with anyone your own size?'' he said challengingly. Seymore shook his head vaguely, looking flustered at the small human. ,,Then we'll just have to see how my ass handles this, right?'' he mused, as he began to ride the troll a little harder, a little more precisely, and as he did so, so did his confident, powerful demeanor end, and his normally needy moans returned.
,,You're so mean,'' he growled, closing his eyes and pressing up a little faster. It seemed to surprise Nite, but he didn't stop him. ,,I longed for you so much, and now you're just mocking me.'' The sorcerer's surprised moans were like music to his ears.
,,Is it good? You must really like it if you can't stop growling,'' he moaned, leaning his body against the troll's again. ,,I feel so full, but you're still only about halfway in,'' he whined, moaning against the green neck.
,,It's okay, it's really good,'' he moaned, kissing the top of the small man's head. ,,You're doing great. Just relax and enjoy yourself,'' he begged, seeking the sorcerer's lips again.
Nite's hands clung to his neck, scraping his back in the process, as they kissed so deeply that they almost forgot to move. It had been so empty to be separated from Nite, and he clung onto the sorcerer as for his dear life, keeping him so close to his body.
,,Just a moment,'' Seymore muttered, gently lifting the small, confused man as he laid him down on his back. Nite was about to protest and get up, when Seymore got up on his knees instead, quickly tossing his pants aside. ,,I don't know… if this is easier, but… Like this, you just have to lay back and relax,'' he said, his voice raspy and his eyes hungry.
,,Oh…'' he said, spreading his legs to give easier access to the troll. He didn't seem dissatisfied when Seymore slowly began to push inside again. Nite grabbed his legs, holding them up into the air and moaned, as Seymore felt himself slip deeper and deeper into the small man underneath him. ,,Can you… lift me, a little? Like… grab me, and-, ah-!'' he began, but stopped when Seymore did just that.
Nite was slender and light, and it was no problem for the troll to grab around his tiny body, to press him against his own, big frame. It felt amazing, and he could feel how he slowly got further and further inside, but mostly, he liked how wildly Nite moaned again, covering his face and chanting amazingly as he kept up the pace.
He tried to stay focused on Nite, afraid to push too hard in the process. But it became harder to stay focused as the sorcerer shivered and wiggled around underneath him, grabbing his arms and almost screaming at this point, but he was in no doubt that Nite liked it because his dick was rock hard and grinded desperately against the air. He was about to grab around him, to jack him off, when Nite stopped him.
,,No, don't!'' he begged, looking pleadingly up at the troll. It startled Seymore and he stopped mid-motion, but Nite kept grinding against him. ,,I don't want to come first, this time,'' he explained. ,,I… I want to feel you filling me up, and then I… A-ah!'' he began, as Seymore began to move again, a little faster this time around.
,,But I like when you come. I like how sensitive you are,'' he panted, his hands still holding the young man in place, but his thumbs gently stroking the area around his dick. There were fine, black hairs he hadn't paid much attention to before. ,,I really wish I could make you come just like this,'' he whispered, looking down at the flustered man.
Painfully slowly, Nite let his hands run up and down his body. Seymore observed him with great interest, as the young man began to touch himself, slowly at first. He had never seen how Nite touched himself, now that he thought about it, but he felt his body jolt at the sight.
He used both hands, much like Seymore did himself. He wondered if he had always done that, or if he simply mimicked the way the troll touched himself and the sorcerer. Nite whimpered and jerked upwards, but nothing more than clear, thick precum came out.
,,Stars, that's hot,'' Seymore mumbled, not slowing down his own motions, and never taking his eyes away from the man underneath him. Nite kept jerking off, not worrying about how loudly he moaned, and not trying to hide his face. His eyes were closed tightly, and he seemed completely lost in pleasure.
,,… come…'' he mumbled underneath his breath.
,,What?'' he asked. Nite kept mumbling, whining ever so slightly, but it was hard to understand him. His motions were static, as he jerked himself a little, stopped for a moment, and kept it up in uneven patterns.
,,… Fuck, Seymore, I'm coming…!'' he howled, clenching hard around the troll as he finally came all over his hand and stomach. He came a lot more than usual, but if he hadn't come since they last had been together, Seymore couldn't blame him.
He kept fucking the small man, just as fast as before. Nite shuddered and moaned, pushed himself against the troll, and kept jerking himself, until every, last drop was out of him. When his arms fell flat down on his body, Seymore slowed down, just to make sure he was alright.
,,Don't stop, idiot, just come already! I still want you t-to fill me up,'' he groaned, still with a tired, but playful smile on his lips. Seymore didn't need to ask where to come, before he with a few last, hard pushes let himself come inside of the sorcerer. He couldn't keep back his groans, which seemed so needy that they made the sorcerer whimper again, as he felt his ass being filled. He didn't seem as overwhelmed as last time but looked very satisfied when Seymore slowly pulled his softening cock out of him.
He finally released the small man from his grip, gently placing him back on the mattress that they both dripped on. Nite was still whimpering and breathing heavily, covered in his own cum and his cheeks bright red, when Seymore leaned down, gently kissing his lips again.
Nite weakly put his arms around the troll's broad shoulders, not letting him go when he tried to pull away. Seymore chuckled and reached underneath the small man, picking him up into his lap again, still attached to his lips.
Just as their last time, Nite only wanted to sit close and kiss, and had no interest in leaving the warm embrace to clean up. Seymore wasn't as flustered or scared this time. He didn't have the nagging feeling, that he had ruined something for Nite. Maybe it was due to the sorcerer's much more direct way of seducing him today, or maybe he had just missed him too much, he couldn't tell.
When they sat like this, Seymore did indeed think it would be easier to just give in, hold the sorcerer tightly and tell him that they could be lovers. But he was also painfully aware that if he did so, it would hurt Nite so much more when his mother came back. He didn't want to sneak around to be with his boyfriend, but he didn't dare to be open with their relation, either, fearing what Willa could do, should she not accept the nature of their relation.
His lips were sweet and gentle now. He didn't bite, and as they continued their long, slow kisses, both of their breaths steadied. Seymore felt cold and clam, but he had also longed for the sorcerer's touch for so long, that he hardly could get himself to break it off.
With Nite, he felt pretty light and free. He didn't feel ugly, as he often did, compared to Ruvaen, and he didn't feel like he needed to be mature or decent, as he mostly had been since he left his home. Just as Seymore once had told Nite, that he just had to live for himself, Seymore felt he too could just be himself around the sorcerer.
,,Hey,'' the troll whispered against the small man's lips. He hummed as an answer but otherwise didn't stop. ,,We need to wash up. We can kiss in the showers if you want to, but-,'' he tried, but Nite kissed him again to shut him up.
,,Why are you suddenly so persistent with washing up afterward?'' he muttered against the green lips. ,,Were you just lazy before? We always just wiped it off, if there were any mess.''
,,… I sweat a lot more during sex, especially like this, but also… It can hurt the balance in your… uhm, your butt? If you don't clean yourself, I mean,'' he tried, gently reaching around the small man as he stood up himself, making Nite shriek slightly as he got lifted anew.
,,… Fine! Do as you wish,'' he declared, reaching his long hands around the troll's shoulders. Seymore was unsure, but it almost looked like Nite enjoyed being carried around. As they walked, he gently kissed him on his forehead, smiling against the human's thin lips when the sorcerer guided their faces together again. He was on his way to the washing room, when Nite stopped him, gesturing to his own chamber instead.
,,What? I thought we were going to wash up,'' he said.
,,You know that I have a bathroom, right? I don't want to sit on the floor and make out in the washroom. If that's your plan, we're using the bathtub,'' he said, rolling his eyes.
Seymore still felt flustered every time he stepped into the sorcerer's private chambers. He gently sat down the small man, so Nite could lead the way himself. It wasn't like he didn't know where the bathroom was, but this was Nite's room. Seymore hadn't seen the bathroom before, as far as he could remember.
The small man opened the door and revealed the almost spotless room. It surprised Seymore at first before he noticed small bubbles flying around. Wherever they landed, the bathroom would sparkle up. It was pretty smart, and he was almost curious about it, before he felt the bubbles on his skin, tingling and making him aware that they were, indeed, magic.
,,Oh, let me fix this,'' Nite said, and with a snap of his fingers, the bubbles disappeared, making the floor wet and slippery.
,,How… No, why do you have magic, self-cleaning bubbles?'' he asked, gently walking closer to the tub, that Nite began to fill up with water. He poured a slightly golden liquid into the tub, making it smell sweetly of oranges.
,,Well I don't want you in here. Or, that's what I used to tell myself. If you haven't noticed, I'm not the neatest person,'' he shrugged, quickly washing himself off before he stepped into the hot water. ,,But I don't want to clean, either. The bubbles are rather easy to make, I know my mother has them in different places around the castle,'' he said, observing as Seymore cleaned himself too. The water splashed everywhere when the troll stepped into the tub, making the sorcerer chuckle slightly.
,,Well, I have never seen them before,'' he said slowly, feeling his body relax in the hot water. He couldn't remember when the last time was, he had bathed like this.
,,That's because you need to reactivate the magic every once in a while. It can be hard to keep track of such things in a whole castle. Not as much for me, when it's just the bathroom,'' he shrugged. He sat across from the troll, eyeing him curiously as Seymore relaxed his whole body into the water, only his head sticking up. He chuckled at the sight, mimicking his behavior. ,,See? Isn't this better than the washroom?'' he said. The tub was large, and Seymore enjoyed every second of it.
,,Yes, it's very nice,'' he sighed happily. His ears flopped down, lazily lying in the top layer of the water.
,,Yerh, I guess it's pretty good. I don't like taking long baths. But I guess it's not as boring now, as when I do it alone,'' he said, moving a little closer to the troll. Seymore peaked up from the water, gently holding around the smaller man as he sought to be in the troll's embrace again.
,,Really? I don't understand that. But then again, I haven't really been used to having the opportunity to take long, relaxing baths like this on the regular,'' he smiled, calmly rubbing his nose against Nite's. He barely thought about it. The warm, bubbly water just made him happy and relaxed. Nite blushed and looked joyfully up at the older man, before he leaned in, kissing him gently.
It was pretty easy to tell what mood Nite was in when they were kissing, he thought. Like the morning after they had had sex the first time. Seymore had basically panicked when he had woken up, so far past his normal routine, but even more when he noticed that Nite studied him. He looked so happy, and the guilt built up every time he saw that glimpse in his eyes.
But everything seemed a little easier when they kissed. When Nite was horny, his kisses were as well; hungry, starved for touch, mimicking how he himself had felt. But now, just like that morning, they were gentle and lovingly, and even though Seymore felt his body react and yearn for more, he liked to just sit and kiss and hold the smaller man. Nite had seemed so sincere and fragile that morning, and all his feelings flooded back to him.
He couldn't deny that even though he had missed being touched by the sorcerer, he had mostly thought about their kisses. He hadn't dared to ask about why Nite stopped waking him up at night, afraid to hear the words he knew were necessary. But now the small man was on top of him again, and all that seemed so far away.
,,Really?'' Nite suddenly chuckled against the troll's lips. When Seymore just looked confused up at him, Nite leaned in to whisper into his ear: ,,I can feel you're getting excited. We just did it. Have you missed me that much?'' he said, his voice seductive as ever. Seymore groaned unwillingly and looked ashamed at the smaller man.
,,It's because this is very endearing,'' he tried, seeking for the sorcerer's lips again. ,,I'm surprised you're not in greater need, actually. You haven't come, since… last time, have you?'' he asked quietly.
,,Well, no. But, you have?'' he asked, suddenly confused, it seemed.
,,… I have,'' he admitted.
,,Oh…'' His eyes suddenly became sad, for some reason. Seymore couldn't figure out why, so he gently caressed his face, until the human looked at him again.
,,I have missed this, Nite. I've missed not being afraid that I've hurt you. I've missed laughing with you. I've missed you talking all excited about magic, too,'' he smiled, kissing the sorcerer's forehead.
,,… Yes, but you also missed… this, right?'' he said, gently tracing the troll's heavy body with his wet hand. ,,You're… very physical, right? Not that I mind, but you need this, don't you? And I wasn't there, too…'' he began, but Seymore cut him off, kissing him quickly.
,,No,'' he said firmly, seemingly startling the human. ,,I don't need you to touch me. It's very nice, and I get easily excited, yes. But it's not your responsibility if I come or not,'' he said gently. ,,I didn't masturbate because you didn't fulfill some kind of duties you believe you have. I… I just did it, because it's still nice to come, even if it's by myself,'' he said, trying to avoid eye contact.
,,Yes, but… I want to do those kinds of things for you. You never ask when you want something, and never tell me what you want, in general, I just… I don't know… It's frustrating,'' he admitted, crossing his arms and splashing the water at the same time.
,,That's because I don't expect you to do anything you don't want to,'' he said, gently caressing the smaller man's arm. ,,If you want to fool around, that's okay. If you just want to cuddle and kiss, that's fine too, I like that as well. And if you just want to bury yourself in your studies, that's alright, Nite,'' he smiled. Nite rolled his eyes before a small smile crept upon his lips.
,,You don't get it. But… I guess that's fine,'' he said, curling their fingers together underneath the water. ,,You like kissing?'' he asked, gently pressing their lips together. Seymore hummed against the small man, nodding slightly. ,,Then why wouldn't you kiss me back then? You know, back in the library?'' he asked softly.
Seymore wasn't about to elaborate on his fears and feelings for the sorcerer now, but it was a hard situation to get out of. Nite wouldn't budge without an answer, that was clear to see, as his mahogany eyes looked intensely up at him.
,,… As said, it's very personal. I haven't… I haven't kissed anyone since… Well, since my former lover…'' he said, slowly. While he had fooled around with maids in the past, he hadn't kissed any of them. It looked like Nite suddenly understood the problem.
,,Oh,'' he said, looking away slightly. He was silent for a moment before he leaned in again, but instead of kissing the troll, he hugged him. He rarely did that. He cuddled against Seymore, and he liked to be very up and personal, but he rarely just hugged him.
The water cooled off quicker than he liked. He wanted to be here for a while, and forget the troubles of the past. He didn't want to be mature or reasonable, for a change.
,,What are you studying now?'' Seymore asked, still holding the man close in his arms. Nite's eyes would usually sparkle at the question, but to his surprise, he seemed uncertain instead. The troll jumped slightly when the sorcerer's eyes suddenly had a flash of red in them. He remembered that he had seen that before, or, he thought he had, at least. It vanished just as quickly as last time and made him unsure if he was just really tired.
,,Well, it's… it's hard to explain. I have this book, and it's… It's important to my research, but… I can't figure out how to open it,'' he muttered, looking down. ,,What I'm studying?'' he repeated, in his particular soft voice. ,,… Something very different. Something for… myself, first and foremost. But something that might just… change the world,'' he said, his gaze intense and dreaming.
Nite normally didn't speak of his studies like this. He could be enthusiastic, but he was rarely this vague. It didn't concern Seymore that much, but he did notice that the small man acted differently. He guessed it made sense if his interests had evolved from being able to carry on his mother's work, and into making something for himself.
,,Don't worry about it,'' he said, leaning up to kiss the troll again. While Seymore really wanted to know more, he didn't want to get on the sorcerer's nerves again, with trivial stuff like his concerns. But he had never had the impression that Nite didn't want to talk about magic or his studies, quite on the contrary, only that he didn't do it as often, because he knew about Seymore's views on that.
It was actually kind of sweet, he thought. Nite had never asked Seymore if it made him uncomfortable, he just stopped when they began living closer together. Even though the young man was dead set on that he did not understand how other people felt, he had figured it out for himself. But now Seymore wanted to show him that it was more than okay to be open and enthusiastic. He wanted to hear Nite talk about his passion.
Even if Seymore let them sit in the cooling water for longer than he had intended, Nite began to freeze at some point. They got up, dried themselves off and as Nite emptied out the water, the troll peaked into the sorcerer's bedroom. He wondered if Nite would come back to his chamber with him, or he would stay in his own bed tonight. He wouldn't dare to ask, too caught up in his unspoken promise to himself, that while he did indulge in their relation, he wouldn't make it any easier for Nite to creep closer to his heart than he already was.
,,What are you looking at?'' Nite said, gently placing his arms around the troll's waist, while his head rested on his green back.
,,… Nothing. I'm just looking into your room. Rarely I'm in here. Even if I do your laundry, you still prefer me to put it outside your room,'' he said. Nite stepped around the troll, took his hands, and guided him into his bedroom. Seymore felt awkward and naked. And tired, mostly.
,,Well, I don't do much in decorating,'' he shrugged, looking around. Besides the sorcerer's enormous closet and bed, the only thing here was his desk, where Seymore usually left Nite his breakfast, even before they started sleeping together. But he could do that by just opening the door ever so slightly, and usually didn't look much around when he did so.
,,It's funny,'' the troll said, looking around the bare stone walls. ,,I always thought I knew every room in this damn castle, but I've barely known this part of the castle before your mother put me here,'' he chuckled. Nite smiled proudly before he guided the troll onto the bed, but Seymore hesitated.
,,What?'' he sighed, tucking in the troll's arm. ,,Come on, Seymore, there's no reason to go into the basement chamber now. Just sleep here tonight,'' he said, moving around to make room for the troll, in the more than spacious bed.
,,… But it's just… a little per-,'' he said, but Nite cut him off.
,,Don't say it's 'too personal'! It's just a bed, for Am's sake!'' he said, visibly tired.
,,Yes, but… I'm still… It doesn't feel right,'' he said slowly. ,,I know… it seems ridiculous, but I'm still your servant. It feels… wrong to sleep in my Master's bed…'' he tried, but Nite only scoffed.
,,You have such weird views about right and wrong, Seymore,'' he pouted, falling onto his back in the big, soft bed. He then proceeded to get up unto his elbows, smiling mischievously to the older man. ,,Can't I order you to sleep with me?'' he said playfully.
With a tired smile, Seymore climbed into the big, soft bed. Just like the bathtub, Seymore had almost forgotten how nice and warm a real bed could feel. He sunk into pillows and blankets, feeling his tired, sore body loosen up.
,,See? It's nice, right?'' Nite said with a cocky smile. Seymore just laid sprawled across the bed for a moment, making the sorcerer even giddier. ,,You know, there's nothing wrong with you being in my room. Or in my bed, for that matter. Although I don't mind sleeping in your chamber and such, you have to remember… I actually do want to share my comforts with you,'' he said quietly, gently tucking in the troll to get him placed correctly in the bed.
,,… You don't think it's weird, at all?'' he asked quietly, as he laid down beside the yawning human. ,,I mean… A couple of months ago, you barely noticed my existence. Don't misunderstand me, I wasn't better, either. For you, I was just a troll servant. And… Maybe it's just me. I have a hard time getting out of the mindset, that you're my Master, even if you don't want me to call you sir. I still slip up in my mind, from time to time,'' he admitted. Nite cuddled against him, seemingly too tired to care about the troll's concerns.
,,I don't know much about life. But you're making it very complicated, when it could be very easy, right now,'' he said, still yawning. ,,This is nice. And that's okay, right? No one is going to hurt you, right now, Seymore. Not as long as we're here,'' he mumbled, cuddling closer to the troll underneath the blankets.
,,… Maybe you're right,'' he mumbled, leaning against the pillows behind him. Nite's bed was big and soft, filled with pillows and thick blankets. It was baffling that he would even consider sleeping in the basement chamber when this was how he usually had slept.
It made him so much more aware, that even if Nite was young, he was very sincere and serious in his pursuit of the troll. He had never known Nite for sharing or caring that much, but it was clear that he did care about Seymore. That he wanted to be close to him. That he almost needed to be close to him.
Seymore would always fear that Nite's infatuation with him was due to the simple fact, that he hadn't any other experiences. That he clutched to the only half-good thing in his life and would do almost anything not to let go of it. He didn't believe that Nite disliked or was in pain with the things they did, but he wasn't always sure that the sorcerer was as horny and hormone-filled as he had first assumed. Sometimes, he probably just wanted to be touched a little, held closely, and he had probably wanted to just kiss for weeks or months, at this point, just as he himself has fantasized about.
And besides all of his other worries, with the Madam and his own past, he feared that Nite would leave him when he finally was able to get outside. Out there, there would be a whole world for him to explore, and he would probably find someone smarter, someone more interesting, and someone with the same passions as his own. And when that day would come, Seymore would feel like he was holding him back. It would hurt less, had Nite never been his from the start, he believed.
When he looked down again, the small man in his arms was fast asleep. He himself felt tired and relaxed, his body sinking further into the softness of the bed. He didn't have to figure it all out, he thought…
He woke up the next day, confused about his surroundings. When he looked to his side, and Nite still laid in his arms, lightly snoring and sleeping soundly, everything came back to him. With a soft smile, he untangled himself, daringly kissed the small man on his cheek, and stepped out of bed, before he started his day.
Times were strange, for a while. While most days were like they had been for months, with nightly visits from the sorcerer, Seymore found that the young man took long, strange breaks for days at a time, where he would almost exclusively be in his study chamber. He would rarely talk about it when he came out of his chamber, and Seymore didn't dare to ask too much about it.
He had this strange feeling. Like Nite was doing something he wasn't supposed to. But he tried to convince himself, that it was just because the whole magic thing made him uneasy. Still, Nite had changed. He dived into his studies differently than when he first began to live in the run-down part of the castle.
But when Nite wasn't locking himself into his room, he followed Seymore around when he did his daily tasks, talking about laws of magic, and asking about the world outside. Seymore had thought he would miss his alone time, but he found out that he missed the sorcerer's never-ending talking when he would lock himself up in his room, more than being annoyed when Nite would follow him around.
When Seymore cleaned the bathrooms, Nite would sneak his bubbles around, and as days and weeks passed, he found out that he didn't mind them that much. It made the sorcerer ecstatic every time the troll would smile as the bubbles floated around, making it easier to maintain areas like bathrooms, washrooms, and even the main kitchen.
Nite rarely helped him otherwise, but he didn't need to, either. While Seymore didn't have an interest in magic, Nite was so enthusiastic when he talked, that he remembered a lot about what he told him. He had always prided himself with being intelligent for a troll, but Seymore found out that Nite was much more book smart than he had originally credited him for. The sorcerer didn't make him feel stupid, even if that was the case. If anything, he felt curious, for the first time in a while.
Every once in a while, Nite would ask questions that hadn't anything to do with trolls or society in general. Sometimes he would ask about Seymore's past, his travels, and his family, and the troll would only give him vague answers. He didn't dare to ask about Seymore's past lover, as he had probably finally caught up with the reality, that Seymore wouldn't answer his questions.
Soon, what had started as a late summer adventure, and had transcended into the gloomy fall, became winter. Their food supplies would still come every other week, but not as lavish as it had been. That was the downside of living so far away from everything.
,,It's almost Winter Solstice,'' Nite said one day. He had finally come out of his study chamber, after burying himself in his studies for yet another week. Seymore hoped that meant he would spend the night with him. ,,Do trolls celebrate that?'' he asked.
,,Yerh, they do. But not like the believers of Am,'' he said as he mopped the floor.
,,… I don't believe in Am,'' he shrugged, making the troll peak up. He had never heard Nite denounce the God he otherwise seemed to name. ,,My mother believes in that stuff, I think,'' he said vaguely.
,,… Very well. But yes, we celebrate the day. The foods are sparse in winter, and there are not as many fresh, raw vegetables to get, that's why we make stews and other comfort food around that time of year, but especially around Winter Solstice,'' he said, smiling fondly at the memories of him and his sister baking.
,,That sounds nice,'' Nite said, a sad smile as he sat down on a vitrine in the hallway. ,,… My mother would always declare the day sacred, and that we shouldn't study on that day. So, I didn't really interact much with her, actually, that time of year. Only at dinner,'' he said. ,,… I don't know how others celebrate the day. Not even the ones who believe in Am, as it's mostly a Northern belief.''
,,I believe most celebrate with gifts and feasts,'' he said. ,,But, well, how do you want to celebrate it this year?'' the troll asked, putting the mop away and leaning against the vitrine the small man sat on.
,,… I don't… really want anything, in particular, I think. I don't like making a big deal about things,'' he shrugged.
,,You put a lot of effort into my birthday,'' Seymore reminded him about, putting his arm behind the sorcerer, but not daring to put it around him. ,,I want to do nice things for you, too. I can bake, if you want to. Or… we could do it together, if you would like that. I used to do that with my sister,'' he smiled.
,,That actually sounds pretty nice,'' he admitted. ,,You rarely talk about your family. It's always your sister,'' he noted. Seymore nodded, and his smile became pained.
,,There were only a couple of years between us. I was the youngest. My parents didn't want to have more kids, after me. I'm pretty sure my dad suspected my mom had cheated, probably with a goblin or such. They are much smaller than trolls,'' he explained. Nite nodded, leaning his body slightly against the older man's.
,,Are they still together? Your parents, I mean. I don't know if trolls… divorce, each other, as to speak, but…'' he tried.
Seymore hadn't thought about his father's death much in the last couple of months. He could feel his heart race and his throat tighten, but he didn't want to alarm Nite.
,,Trolls don't really get married. We form pairs, and mostly get children within these pairs,'' he explained. ,,Trolls aren't … monogamous, but they can be pretty cut and dry with interracial couples,'' he shrugged. ,,But… no. My parents aren't together anymore. My dad passed away… not that long ago. I found out the day that your mother left for her trip,'' he said, staring blankly in front of him.
Nite didn't answer, and Seymore wouldn't meet his gaze. He looked down on his folded hands, before the sorcerer shakenly reached out to place his hands on the troll's. He gave them a gentle squeeze, but didn't let go.
,,Why… weren't you at the funeral?'' he asked.
,,… My mother didn't want me there. And I hadn't seen the man in years. Almost 20 years,'' he whispered, hoping his voice wouldn't break. ,,I've never expected to repair the relationship with my parents, but now? It's clear that I simply can't,'' he said, feeling the tears burn behind his eyes.
Nite didn't say anything. He just kept holding the troll's hand for a while. He guessed that the sorcerer wondered about his relationship with his own mother and if they would end up the same way. Maybe he just tried to figure out what to say? In any case, it somewhat helped him, that they just sat in silence, as the troll's heavy breathing steadied and he calmed his nerves.
,,What would you have said to him? If you could say one last thing to him, I mean,'' Nite asked. Seymore thought about it for a minute, before squeezing back on Nite's hand.
,,… Nothing. Part of me wants to apologize, for everything. About how weird and different I am, about who I love… who I loved,'' he corrected himself, eyeing Nite fleetingly. ,,Part of me wants to yell and ask how they so easily could disown their own child. How they left me with no other choice, than to flee to some place, far away from everything, making me even more lonely and different, not only from trolls but society in general…'' he said, feeling his eyes burn again. He didn't want to cry. There was no reason to shed tears for this man, he thought.
,,… But you're still just a person, Seymore. You're still young and confused, in some way, right? It's okay to grieve. If not for the person itself… then just for the whole situation,'' he said softly.
It seemed to startle Nite when the first tear dropped. He hadn't seen Seymore cry before, he reminded himself. Maybe he had never seen anybody cry, besides himself. But Seymore couldn't stop, and the tears just calmly dripped down his cheeks and wetted his shirt. He didn't sniffle, he just silently let the tears flow, as Nite watched him do so. It felt like a long time since he had cried, and even if Nite seemed uncertain about what to do, he knew it was alright. He felt strangely safe.
The sorcerer cuddled against his heavy body again, hugging him as much as was possible while they still sat on the vitrine. His thin arms felt protective around him, and Seymore let his own arms around the small man.
He needed this, he thought. Someone that made him feel good and safe. Someone as broken and confused as himself. But he didn't know if he deserved it.
,,… Baking together at Winter Solstice sounds nice,'' Nite said again. The sudden topic change made Seymore chuckle, as the tears finally stopped flowing. ,,What?'' the sorcerer giggled, watching the troll dry off his eyes.
Then Seymore leaned down, and with no hesitation, he reached for the young man's lips. It seemed to startle both of them, and he quickly stopped to pull away, as it seemed like Nite didn't want this. But as soon as Seymore was about to apologize, Nite moved to sit on top of his lap, making the vitrine shake warningly, kissing the troll so dearly that it almost felt suffocating.
It felt healing. He felt wanted. He gently wrapped his arms around the sorcerer's small frame, pulling him closer to his body as he spread his lips, his playful tongue asking for entrance. Nite panted slightly against the troll's parted lips when he pulled away for air.
,,I shouldn't have done that. I should have asked,'' Seymore said slowly, but Nite shook his head, grabbing around the troll's face, holding him steady as he smiled, his deep eyes twinkling beautifully.
,,Silly troll,'' he said, so gently it almost hurt. ,,You don't have to ask permission. Not with me. Not ever,'' he whispered, kissing him again. He knew Nite meant it, even if the young man hardly understood what he was saying. It didn't matter when they were like this.
The walls of isolation he had built for years cracked down. The waves of pain he had hidden flooded over and poured out. And the rest of his sanity left with that, he thought, as he stepped down from the vitrine, still with Nite in his arms, and the sorcerer's light chuckles as he walked them down the hallway.
,,Where are we going?'' Nite asked, looking around the hallways. It was clear that Nite mostly was in his own part of the castle, and other than that, knew very few of the many rooms the castle held, but he couldn't really blame him for that.
,,I was afraid to break the vitrine,'' he explained, kissing the small man again while he walked. ,,There's a spare room not that far from here. Not touched in years, mind you, but I've cleaned it every once in a while,'' he said, waiting for Nite to open the door they stood in front of.
Unlike both Nite and his mother's private bedrooms, which both were big and spacious, this room was much smaller. Still bigger than Seymore's own chamber, but not with as much floor space as Nite's room, and not as greatly decorated as the Madam's room was.
He placed the small man on the bed, leaning in over him as he fell onto his back, kissing him intensely again. Nite whimpered delightfully against his lips, as the troll pressed his body ever so slightly against his smaller frame. He made sure not to squash him or deprive him of air, but he liked to rub their clothed bodies together, to hear more of those delicious sounds from the man underneath him.
His cock begged to be freed from the fabric, but unlike his daringly kiss, he still didn't want to initiate anything sexual. It wasn't his place, he thought. If Nite wanted anything, he knew he would say so. And if he didn't, kissing was more than enough for him as well.
,,I can feel that,'' Nite noted, grinding against the troll's bigger body. ,,You're not as brave, as when you kissed me, I see,'' he smirked, tugging the troll closer to his body, kissing his exposed neck. ,,I know you want this. Why won't you just ask me, you silly troll?'' he wondered, lightly scraping the skin with his teeth, as a slight warning or a promise.
,,You know why…'' he panted, dry humping the small man a little more intensely.
,,You're annoying. Take off my clothes,'' he said instead, holding up his arms to make it easier for the troll to undress him from the big sweater. He had missed the pale skin and didn't hesitate to dive down to kiss the young man's chest. He felt the small, black hairs tickle him as he did so.
Seymore was hairless himself, mostly due to his age. It wasn't uncommon for trolls to lose their hair as they became adults, but he had lost most of his body hair before that. He sometimes still missed the hair on his head, as it reminded him of his young teen troll years, where he, at least, was somewhat passable for something that could resemble attractiveness.
He knew Nite shaved his head, but he didn't know about his body. He rarely noticed that he had pubes or chest hairs, but he guessed it had been like the hair on his head; that it grew slow and spotty, and therefore just wasn't that long or noticeable, even if his hairs were black.
The troll kissed further downwards, down to his stomach before he unbuckled the belt. Nite already felt eager in his hands, slightly panting as he pulled his pants down.
His cock twitched in the dusk room, Seymore could feel it against his lips. He gently licked the tip, already covered in precum, as he heard the raspy moans from the younger man.
,,Yes,'' he hissed when the troll wrapped his lips around him. The look in the amber eyes was almost hungry, but he didn't know if Nite could see him through the dark. He just consumed every lustful moan and every shiver he gave, as Nite grinded against the troll's open mouth.
Often, they still just used their hands and mouths. While Seymore liked to fuck, and while he enjoyed every time he was allowed to come inside the smaller man, he also enjoyed Nite sucking him off or making the sorcerer come like this.
As far as he knew, Nite still couldn't come by himself. It felt strangely addicting that he was the sole provider for Nite like that, even if he knew he still touched himself. Seymore wasn't jealous, more curious than anything, and he would like to observe the younger man as he touched himself.
He liked to be on his knees, Nite looking down at him, quietly praising him, and audibly enjoying himself. He was rarely in doubt if Nite was okay with things like these, because he was so sensitive and so loud at the same time, and it made it tingle delightfully in the troll.
,,By Am, I forgot how good you are at this,'' Nite moaned, grabbing the back of the troll's head and fucking his mouth a little faster. ,,T-this is alright, right? Just… tap my leg, if I'm too rough,'' he moaned. Instead, Seymore grabbed around the small man's hips, to get him even closer to his mouth.
He was so hard, just by sucking off the sorcerer. He couldn't help but touch himself slightly, tucking down his pants and grabbing tightly around himself, as Nite's hard cock in his mouth twitched more and more.
,,Your taste is amazing,'' he mumbled against the hot skin. ,,You're close?'' Nite nodded and whined in agreement, still grinding against the troll's face, without slipping into the warm mouth.
,,Too close,'' he panted. ,,Come into bed. I w-want to taste you, too,'' he moaned, as Seymore gave him one last lick. He quickly stripped down before he leaned in over the sorcerer, kissing him as he got onto the soft sheets.
Nite's skin felt softer against his own green, tougher one. He liked the contrast, he thought. Where Nite was tiny and pale, Seymore was a lot fatter, more muscly, and his skin was a lot darker.
He had liked this with Ruvaen, too, their contrast in beauty and color. While Nite couldn't compare to the pixie in conventional beauty, his posture was so elegant and dainty, and his movements still so innocent, yet seductive.
Nite had learned more about Seymore intimately and a lot quicker than anyone else. Their game of lustful exploring was much more mutual now, but the sorcerer had studied the troll as the most interesting topic, to master being the perfect lover for him, in a sense. And while the sheer thought of that made him all kinds of tingly, it also threw him back into the mindset, that at some point, sooner or later, both of them would be very hurt.
,,I want to be on top,'' Nite said, trying to get the troll to lay down beside him. Seymore obliged, getting down on his back as the small man climbed him, grinding his own cock against the troll's. ,,Fuck, I want to feel it so bad, but… I… haven't prepared, for that,'' he admitted. ,,I didn't know… that we would end up like this… so early in the day,'' he panted, stroking their cocks together.
,,This is nice, Nite. We don't have to-,'' he tried, but the young man interrupted him again.
,,No, but I want to. I feel… so connected, to you, when… when we have sex… Does that make sense?'' he panted, leaning down to kiss him again. He felt so light on top of him, so easy to toss around and take, he thought, as his imagination mindlessly wandered.
,,Yerh,'' he mumbled against the thin lips. ,,And I like it too, don't misunderstand me. I'm just… It's always nice, no matter what we do,'' he chuckled, gently scraping the soft skin on the sorcerer's back. ,,Just feel me. You make me so fucking hard,'' he groaned, guiding Nite's hand down between his legs again.
They stroked each other off while kissing, for a while. Nite's moans echoed against the bare walls of the room, and he almost melted into their hungry kisses. He knew the young man tried to last, but he really wanted him just to come so he could taste him.
,,I'm gonna make you come. Get up 'ere,'' Seymore panted, his voice raspy as he began to turn the small man around, despite his protests.
,,Seymore! I was just about t-to-!'' he began, but was cut off by his own moans when the troll began sucking him off again. He didn't waste any time and sought out all the things he knew that drew the sorcerer crazy. Like licking right underneath the glans, or slightly tickling his balls with his long nails. ,,You're a demon, not a troll,'' he moaned, grabbing around the troll's thick cock, right in front of his face.
He had barely said so, before Seymore felt the familiar rhythm of Nite jerking forward, filling his mouth as he had hoped he would. The sorcerer whined as the long, warm tongue cleaned him off, before releasing him again, swallowing greedily. He laid flat and tiredly on top of the troll, panting slightly, still with the troll's hard cock in his hands.
,,I might be,'' he chuckled darkly, grabbing around the small man to put him beside himself instead. Nite didn't hesitate to kiss him, even though he could undoubtedly still taste himself on the troll's tongue.
,,It feels so overwhelming,'' he panted. ,,Right before I come, I mean. No matter how many times I come, it always feels so intense,'' he complained. Seymore chuckled again, kissing the small man's forehead.
,,You're cute,'' he said, his façade slipping away for a moment. He blushed at the way Nite looked up at him, his mahogany eyes big and gentle.
,,… Yerh, I'm pretty neat, aren't I?'' he said softly, kissing the troll before he placed himself between the older man's legs. ,,You don't need to hold back, either, okay? I said I wanted to taste you, and you wouldn't make me wait for it, would you?'' he asked seductively.
Seymore often wondered if Nite tried to be flirty, or if he himself just got turned on by his normal arrogance. Regardless of the case, he gently held around the sorcerer's face as he wrapped his mouth around the twitching cock, moaning slightly as he began to face-fuck the small man.
He loved this. Nite's eyes were only at him, and he looked so intoxicated as he drooled and struggled to keep up the pace. He wanted to keep the sorcerer's eyes at him, like this, for as long as he could, but he couldn't deny that he wanted to obey his request, not only because of the thrill of filling the small man's mouth but also because of his submissive nature.
,,Oh yerh? You're pretty impatient today,'' he said, his voice dripping with horniness as he jerked himself off, while Nite still sucked the tip. ,,Pretty, thirsty, little slut,'' he growled, drooling at the sight of the small man in front of him.
,,Stop growling and come for me,'' he teased, his smile almost wicked as he sucked and licked the heavy member. ,,Don't worry your little head, you'll get more later. You must be eager to come, right? Even if I haven't spent that much time on you. You're still throbbing, in my mouth,'' he whined, hungrily returning to sucking him off.
Seymore pressed the sorcerer's head as far down his cock as he could, enjoying the subtle glare he got by this, as he eagerly filled the small man's mouth. He wasn't that loud normally, but he had been really good and hadn't come since the last time Nite had graced him with his presence, making him very eager and loud when he finally let himself come. Even if Nite wouldn't outright say it, he liked that Seymore only came for him, and not by himself. And although Seymore wouldn't name Nite as his lover, he still found comfort in someone to be submissive to, even if it was his own little game he played.
Before Nite could even begin to swallow it all, the troll moved the sorcerer's mouth, leaning down, and kissed him greedily, tasting himself as the smaller man whimpered confused. As long as Nite didn't pull away, Seymore continued the kissing, and as his hungry lips continued, the younger man leaned in, to better kiss and lick the troll's thin lips, sharing the cum between them. He was panting heavily when he finally pulled away.
,,Dirty, aren't you?'' Nite smirked, leaning in again and kissing him a lot slower this time.
,,I'm sorry,'' he chuckled, licking his lips.
,,I didn't say it was a bad thing, now, did I?'' he said, straddling the older man again, gently shoving him down on the bed anew. Nite laid on top of the troll's heavy body, relaxing and smiling down at him. ,,… Do you feel a little better?'' he asked softly, caressing his cheek. Seymore nodded slowly, smiling gently.
,,Yes. Thank you,'' he mumbled, leaning up to steal yet another kiss. ,,I shouldn't act without asking, though. I'm sorry if I startled you, at any point,'' he said.
,,You're pretty slow, aren't you?'' Nite chuckled. He traced the lines in the troll's face with his long finger. Every wrinkle and every scar got slowly caressed. ,,… You act like it's a wonder and an honor that I would touch you… That I would let you touch me. Like you don't even consider that I want you,'' he said calmly. ,,You're fascinating, and I feel safe with you, and… you're beautiful.'' Seymore was taken aback for a moment before his browbone furrowed.
,,… I'm really not…''
,,Shut up,'' Nite said. He wasn't mad, and his words weren't hard. If anything, he looked a little bored. ,,You're beautiful, Seymore,'' he said again, leaning down to kiss the green lips.
He didn't say anything this time. He wanted to tell Nite that he, too, held his own beauty. As if he just couldn't say, directly, that he was beautiful. Did that mean that he didn't think Nite was beautiful? He guessed his views on beauty still were pretty cut and dry.
But he did remember the last time someone called him beautiful.
He still wasn't over how that ended, yet…