by J B Black
Ælfweard’s attention left William a mess. His mind fogged with lust. Every touch brought him spiraling higher as the heat within him grew hotter and hotter. Fingers weren’t enough. They blurred from one and a tongue to somehow three without the warlock even noticing any discomfort from the stretch. He gushed slick, desperate to be taken. Caught beneath his mate, William struggled, rocking his hips in desperation as his cock hung heavy between his thighs, but he did not plead for Ælfweard to touch it. If the wizard did, the warlock surely would come, and William wanted his first orgasm to be upon the blond’s cock.
The thought alone nearly pushed him over the edge. Reaching back, he squeezed his cock to bite back the peak of his pleasure which remained tantalizingly close. His body thrummed.
“It’s enough,” William insisted. “Fuck, please, Ælfweard! I won’t last if you keep — ah!”
Shrieking, the warlock arched sharply as sharp teeth sunk into the firm muscle of his ass followed by a resounding slap. Heat built up in his chest, and when he caught his breath, William tried again, but Ælfweard once more struck him, watching the way his bottom jiggled and his hole clenched about the three fingers spreading William wide.
Never had Ælfweard been so dominant, yet how could William be surprised? The wizard took care of him in all other aspects when they had shared a room together. It seemed so simple to place his pleasure in the other’s hands as well. Offering his heart, he would be doted upon and worshiped until his vision grew white with ecstasy. Sure enough, Ælfweard twisted his fingers, prodding William’s prostate relentlessly until the warlock came untouched, screaming the wizard’s name to all who might be passing by the room.
But Ælfweard did not stop. His fingers continued their teasing. In and out, they slid, dragging William through his first orgasm and toward the peak of another. The second — as it came closer and closer — felt unlike anything William had experienced before. His whole body trembled. Deep inside, he ached. In a moment like this, the strong control he held over himself shook, and as he clawed at Ælfweard’s sheets, he cried out and sent up a spell.
Immediately, the wizard stilled. “Are you alright?”
Trembling as his hole twitched about the three fingers inside him, William moaned. “I — I can’t,” he panted.
“You can’t what?”
“If you keep teasing me, I’ll lose my mind. All — fuck, Ælfweard — I need you inside me. Please - please, baby. Need it. Need you so bad,” William whined, rocking back against those fingers which had stilled.
“And the spell?” the wizard prompted.
Groaning, the warlock buried his face in the sheets. “In case my mind slips.” At the shuddering breath from behind him, William tensed even as Ælfweard moved his fingers once more. “You’re driving me crazy. I don’t want to fuck up and end up with one in the oven.”
All sense and the words they shared before held reason enough why Ælfweard should not want that. Knowing his actions brought his mate to feel the need to reinforce their decision for fear of losing himself too fully to pleasure, Ælfweard ought to have swelled with pride, but his cock caught on the idea of William round and soft. The swell of their child turning his flat belly into a globe as if had swallowed the moon.
But Ælfweard was not a man of instinct alone. He pushed aside the urge to wave aside William’s spell, and grabbing a piece of chalk from the windowsill, he drew runes upon the wall to prevent conception and show he remained in line with his mate’s wishes.
“Triply sure,” Ælfweard murmured.
All tension fled from the warlock’s body, and he smiled. His gray eyes danced when they met Ælfweard’s blue over his shoulder once more. “Then can you get on with it? I might just throw you down and ride you if you keep teasing me.”
“Patience,” the wizard teased, but he had drawn the well of his own already too dry. Removing his fingers, he sucked the slick from them as William shivered. His heated gaze watching Ælfweard’s every move. “I’ll be yours for the rest of my life.”
“For all eternity,” William swore, and Ælfweard’s heart ached with love.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Forever.”
It would be so easy to slide inside, but for all that the curve of William’s back enchanted the wizard, he wanted to see his face more.
Spinning William onto his back once more, Ælfweard drove his cock inside the tight heat as the warlock cried out, arching as his world flipped. His body squeezed, milking at the wizard’s hard cock. Tears lined William’s lower lashes. Dark as night, the droplets glistened like stars. The man’s clever fingers landed upon Ælfweard’s shoulders, digging his nails there as he scrambled to ground himself, and the prick of pain as William held tightly to him spurred him forward harder and harder. Pistoning in and out of the welcoming heat of his lover’s body, Ælfweard dove forward to steal a kiss.
Every thrust drove harder into William than the last. As the bond thrummed between them, his heart thundered in his chest. There, in Ælfweard’s arms, he found his magic reaching out, weaving with the wizard’s own as their bodies moved together. When they kissed, William tasted himself upon the blond’s tongue. What started rough, a pounding which left the warlock clinging to his mate transformed into something entirely different. Something softer.
Each glide into his body still hollowed out William, leaving him holding tightly to Ælfweard in desperation. All he wanted was his mate’s touch. Nothing existed in that moment. Nothing but the bond forming between them and the future it promised.
“Love you,” William keened, wrapping his legs about the other man’s narrow hips. “Ah, yes — fuck, Ælfweard — love you.”
Deeper and deeper still, Ælfweard moved. So large did he feel that William swore he could taste him in as he buried himself again and again in the heat of the warlock’s body. The wizard’s lips and teeth made marks. He nipped here and there along the dark-haired man’s jaw. Every mark seemed a stitch in their bond. An oath spread there. A promise shared between them in the touch of hands and lips and bodies meeting as rare winter sunlight poured through the curtains.
Lips parted, beginning to be kissed, William could not have been more beautiful if a master painted the image of temptation and love in all its splendor. All his attention — the warlock’s constantly moving mind — focused on Ælfweard, and the thrill of holding William measured only greater by the love professed over and over as they spiraled higher together.
Gritting his teeth, the wizard fought to hold back. Pressure built inside him. His thrusts grew more erratic as he struggled, caught between his pleasure and the desire for this moment to never end. Already their bond sang between them. Love and the joining of their bodies confirmed it well within their souls, but Ælfweard loathed to waste even a single moment. Every first would be the last of its kind, and even with a million more before him, he longed to treasure the gift of William’s love.
With a cry, the warlock came a second time. His body clenched, milking Ælfweard’s cock as he arched and released a keening moan. The feel of his mate tightening around him drew the wizard over the edge, and he came, flooding the warlock’s body with his seed. Bowing forward, Ælfweard panted, desperately struggling to catch his breath as he laid his forehead against William’s.
The warlock moaned, pulling the blond down on top of him. “I can feel you in my head.”
Ælfweard chuckled. He pressed a kiss to William’s cheek before slowly rising and sliding his softening cock from his mate’s body. Seeing his release gush from his mate’s hole mixed with the slick almost spurred the wizard to press back inside, but a calm thrummed along their bond, urging softness now, so he rolled to the side and slung an arm around the warlock’s waist.
“I have loved you since I first saw you, and I will love you for the rest of my life,” Ælfweard whispered, brushing William’s dark bangs from his forehead.
Laying in his mate’s arms, the warlock smiled, cuddling into the wizard’s muscular chest. “That was a pr
etty great proposal.”
“Does that mean you’d say yes?”
William shifted, pressing a chaste kiss that quickly grew more heated as the warlock cost a leg over the wizard’s hips. “Fuck, yes.”
Epilogue
“I still think matching suits is a bit much,” Ælfweard murmured, glancing between him and his mate.
Laughing brightly, the warlock slapped the blond’s ass as he passed. “You look good, babe.”
Ælfweard couldn’t help but grin as his mate did his tie. Though the warlock had taught him to teleport in the spring semester, it had been a week since the two had seen each other as William’s family had an annual trip to the world conference for witches and warlocks. Despite his mate’s invite, Ælfweard understood the importance of family, and that this time with his sisters would be precious, so he had returned home determined to teach his siblings how to teleport to increase the time their father spent at home.
Now, in the Radcliffe summer cottage, which seemed rather more like a mansion to the Irish wizard, Ælfweard couldn’t take his eyes off of his mate. Every time they were apart, the bond thrummed, easing the loneliness with reassurances, and at night, when he lay in his bed, Ælfweard reached out to send his love along the bond and rejoiced when William did the same in return.
When Workneh took them on at the end of the semester, Ælfweard had believed it would take years to master the older man’s technique, but one day, William came to him with a proposal, and before the summer temporarily parted them, they had both spun straw into gold and formed that gold into engagement rings. The glint of gold upon William’s finger never failed to make the blond wizard smile.
“Stop staring,” William scolded, but his smile gave him away as his clever fingers quickly did the wizard’s tie. “I’ve never been to a non-Wiccan wedding, and I call bullshit on Wulfric not being an actual prince. Did you see who’s out there?”
Ælfweard shook his head. “I’m sure that’s doing wonders to ease Gilroy’s nerves. Hadn’t they planned on eloping?”
“Apparently, Wulfric’s mother eloped, and she regretted it, so when she met Gilroy’s parents, they united. Gilroy barely got away with not having the wedding interrupt his studies,” William informed his mate. Glancing to his watch, the warlock’s eyes widened. “Crap. We have to go. I want to scope out the list of people Gilroy wants us to run interference on.”
Hand in hand, the two headed into the garden. A crowd mulled around, shaking hands. Many wore crowns, and many ambassadors stood alongside. Every decoration was white. White flowers formed the archway where the couple would be wed, and in the evening light, white lanterns glowed. A quartet sat to the side, playing soft melodies which floated through the air.
Leaning against Ælfweard, William hummed softly. “We should do blue.”
“Blue?”
“Like your eyes,” the warlock said. When Ælfweard stared down at him in confusion, William grinned. “For our wedding.”
Tilting his head as he gazed out at the chairs and all which had been set for Gilroy and Wulfric’s wedding, Ælfweard imagined theirs in this place. His heart skipped a beat, and their bond thrummed with longing. “You do look good in blue.”
They found their way to their seats, and soon enough, the music changed. Wulfric entered first in a black suit. With a bright smile, the black-haired wizard seemed to buzz with excitement. Gilroy followed soon after, and despite whatever their parents intended to imply by dressing him in white, the heavy curve of his pregnant belly spoke louder.
Still, he smiled just as bright as his mate. The copper crown of his hair sparkled beneath the lanterns’ lights, and when he stood beside Wulfric, the love and bond between them brought tears to the blond wizard’s eyes.
Lifting William’s left hand which was joined with his right, Ælfweard pressed a kiss to the gold ring upon his mate’s finger. Their future stretched bright before them.
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