C15: the light that should never flicker
"It's too much," Idris cried out under his breath. "Stop moving—" His words were cut off as he let out a series of uncontrollable moans, ones that ricocheted against the walls.
More, the avaricious part of Ijekiel said.
More, he wanted to taste this person he longed for for so many years.
More.
Ijekiel swooped down, starting yet another session of passionate but messy kisses. Saliva dripped down Idris' chin, as he desperately clung onto Ijekiel. Despite his tears, all Idris could think about was the way the youth pleasured him so.
With furrowed eyebrows, Ijekiel pulled away from the kiss and moved towards the magician's neck. He bit into his skin, before releasing inside Idris. Both of their bodies shuddered, one from cumming and the other drowning in the warmth inside him.
Their heavy breaths filled the room, the scent of lust and sweat permeating in the air.
Ijekiel stared at Idris whose face displayed contentment. The youth smiled and pecked the other's lips. "Are you satisfied?"
Sanguine eyes that were clouded from pleasure focused into attention. Without warning, a soft—definitely enchanting—smile curved on Idris' unparalleled face. Ijekiel's entire face heated up in an instant, his heart ringing in his ears.
"As long as it's you, this one shall never be dissatisfied."
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— At the palace; in Idris' room —
"WHERE'S THE HOT WATER!?"
A maid came running in, almost slipping from the splashes of water on the floor while carrying a bowl of heated water. "Here it is, Sir Octavius!"
She handed it over to the knight who frantically threw the contents of the bowl onto the bed where Idris Drayce laid in. Steam permeated in the air and the coldness surrounding Idris' bed subsided by a notch.
This made Octavius sigh in relief while glancing at Idris—who was wiping his face with a dry towel—with a wary look in his eyes. "Do we need to get some more hot water, Lord Idris?"
"No need," said the magician while waving his hand in a dismissive manner. "Just prepare this one's lunch ."
Another breath of relief escaped Octavius' lips as he gestured at the maid to get it done. After she left, this silly knight stood at the door, guarding it from trespassers. Today, he was called over by Felix Robane to guard Idris for a few days.
It was because the so-called majestic magician of Khione had caught a fever, surprisingly enough. What was more, his fever was different from ordinary people like them. Instead of having a rise in temperature, Idris' had gone down until the tips of his fingers turned blue from the chill.
Because of that, Octavius and the maid from earlier had been throwing hot water at Idris since the magician refused to leave his bed so that he could take a warm bath.
Heavens, Lord Idris is absurd! Who liked having water thrown at them?!
Later, after having delivered his lunch, Athanasia dropped by to check how he was doing. Octavius had stepped out of the room after being glared at by Idris. Lord Idris, I thought we were friends!
"So," started Athanasia after sitting down on a stool beside the magician's bed. "How did you, of all people, even get sick?" After all, Idris wasn't even human to begin with. Could ordinary bacterias and viruses affect him in the first place?
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Fanfiction[COMPLETED] ijekiel a. x idris d. It took thousands of years to meet again. He didn't want to let go of him anymore. Not if he could help it.
