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Rook ran a gloved hand over the rough, cold stone after placing a small flower with tiny purple petals on the ground in front of old — but well-loved graves. They didn't belong to anyone Rook knew, but he wished he did, in a way. Despite Rook not knowing them, someone whom he cared deeply for knew them, and he wanted to honor that. That was the purpose of the gardens anyway, to remember, to mourn. To connect yourself with something lost.
Rook pulled his eyes from the tombstones, heading towards the exit of the Gardens. It was always so peaceful here, soft green light bathing the sea of stones and statues erected among beds of flowers and lush greenery most hadn't expected in the Necropolis. Rook strode through the gardens, nodding to those who grouped around their respective graves. He'd been gone for nearly a week now, called to assist with some troublesome possessions outside of the Necropolis. Rook had eventually been granted approval to return to his regular place in the Mourn Watch, a comfort he honestly had missed. He spent so long away, so constantly busy, exhausted, and frankly afraid. Things had settled nicely, only whispers of conflict and concerns for the time being, though he was certain the calm wouldn't last.
More than anything, though — he missed Emmrich. It had only been a few nights, and it wasn't uncommon that they'd only spent evenings together most days depending on Emmrich's schedule. He was juggling multiple students on top of his regular lectures and funerary preparations nowadays.
Rook wandered through the vast halls of the Necropolis, small glimmers of wisps floating by momentarily illuminated the darker corners. Rook wasn't sure if Emmrich knew he was back yet, but he figured Myrna may have mentioned it by now. The halls were quiet over here, most of the rooms scattered about belonged to other members of the Mourn Watch, but he knew which one specifically belonged to Emmrich. Rook stood in front of the door, the only sound he could make out in the silence was his quiet breathing — a tingle of excitement pricked up his spine.
Tap tap
Rook knocked softly before he pushed the door open; familiar green flames decorated the walls, bleeding out from the crevice of the door as it opened. Rook's eye caught the sight of a group of candles lit on the far side of the room, propped on a desk with a comforting figure raising their head seated behind it. Rook immediately felt a smile tug at him as he entered the spacious yet pristine study. Emmrich's usual rows of books, bottles, skulls, and other sundries filled the shelves, regularly dusted and kept pristine.
"Oh, dearest! Welcome home" Emmrich's features quickly lit up as he stood when Rook approached, his hands clasping over Rooks own in greeting.
"Myrna had informed me of your return this afternoon, however it was requested I perform a demonstration to the most lively group of novice students. Oh Rook, you should have seen their faces!" Emmrich had such a bright tone to his voice — the similar passionate whimsy when he spoke of spirits and the fade. It was the same tone that so often brought a sweep of quiet delight over Rook's features when he heard him.
Rook tilted his head, his smile relaxed as he listened to Emmrich, thumbs running over the back of Rook's hands as he spoke. Emmrich always had such passion in his voice, the way his eyes lit up when he spoke of things he'd spent his life delving into, and Rook knew this was one of Emmrich's greatest passions. Though something about it had Rook's mind feeling fuzzy on occasions, almost like an overwhelming prickle in his chest.
"Oh Rook, the way something in their eyes changed. That light of new knowledge behind them. It's truly invigorating!" Emmrich sighed with enthusiasm, squeezing Rook's hands as he did so. All Rook could do was laugh with a slight shake of his head, it seemed no matter how often Emmrich taught, he'd loved it all the same.
"I just love listening to you when you get like this" He meant it, too. They weren't just empty words of praise. Emmrich's eyebrows raised, his eyes meeting Rook's with a sudden, pinpoint interest in him.
"Darling, tell me — how was your outing? Have you managed to deduce the cause of such a maligned spirit?"
Rook sighed, dropping his shoulders with a click of his tongue, letting their hands sink slightly.
"We did" Rook paused, "Turns out it was some misinformed mages summoning things they didn't understand, causing a haunting among other things, it was a mess" Rook scoffed. Emmrich's brows pinched as he shook his head.
"Dreadful, truly. They have certainly not made it any easier for those of us who practice Necromancy"
Rook nodded, "It was nice getting out again, but it would've been better if it was under different circumstances" Rook shrugged "I'm glad to be back though, nothing ever compares to home, and those you love"
Rook felt his heart stir at Emmrich's soft smile down at him.
"I'm glad you've returned home, my darling"
Rook ran his fingers over the lines of Emmrich's rings, his gaze falling to their hands. He couldn't deny how he'd missed Emmrich. Their relationship had developed into something so comfortable, he sometimes wondered how he'd gotten so lucky. There were rarely negative whispers surrounding them, though the topic of their age difference had come up on occasion. At the end of the day, their private lives were only theirs; no other opinions held ground for care in Rook's eyes.
Rook squeezed Emmrich's hands in his own, standing on his toes to plant a brief kiss, much to Emmrich's surprise. Rook also couldn't deny how charming Emmrich always seemed to look. The way the flames danced across his skin, glinting off his jewelry and blanketing them both in a warm glow.
Rook was always rewarded with the most adoring expression, a confession of love without words, only a look. A look so utterly sweet he couldn't help but push himself upwards again to lay another kiss. Emmrich whispered against his lips
"I've missed you a great deal as well, Rook.."
Rook exhaled with quiet laughter; he couldn't ignore the heat growing in him, spurred by his quickening heart. Rook tilted his head, wearing a coy smile. "Will you sit?"
Emmrich pulled his face away just enough to give Rook a curious look, though not entirely disapproving.
"Rook, What are you suggesting?" Emmrich's voice was just short of chiding him, and Rook couldn't help but smile once more, releasing Emmrich's hands and skimming his palms up onto his shoulders. Rook definitely wanted to be closer, and admittedly there wasn't a lot in the way of options right now, though he was confident nobody would have need of either of them for the rest of the night.
"I'm not suggesting anything, I'm simply asking if you'd like to get.. Comfortable" Rook presented it as an innocent proposal, though he couldn't hide his coquettish grin.
Emmrich's eyebrows raised as he examined Rook's teasing smile; Rook could see the curious interest taking over Emmrich's features as he stepped back towards his chair. Rook knew his expression hadn't gone unnoticed, Emmrich knew exactly what Rook was getting at, though Rook wasn't normally so forward.
"As you wish, my dear" Emmrich eyed him once more as he slipped behind his desk; A few books, some papers, and lit candles dripping with wax decorated it, illuminating his undeniably interested gaze.
Rook followed him, and when Emmrich sat, Rook immediately brought his hands down to the front of Emmrich's shoulders, fingers grazing the lines of his vest. He wore his usual surprised, doe-eyed expression as he watched Rook dip his head low, sharing a tentative kiss. Rook watched through his lashes, seeing him adjust in his chair; Emmrich's eyes slowly softening. Rook smiled at the expression plastered on Emmrich's face — mingled in all his surprise was something undoubtedly adoring. Rook wasn't always so bold like this, though he'd come a long way from being as timid about romantics and the physical aspect of relationships since they'd first gotten together.
"I know you've been busy, and-" Rook closed in further, his lips grazing Emmrich's once more. Emmrich seemed to relax slightly, sitting up in response to Rook's quick advances as Rook murmured against his lips.
"I've missed you" Rook quickly hoisted a leg over Emmrich's chair, swiftly and carefully seating himself on Emmrich's lap with a coy smile. Rook heard a surprised gasp from Emmrich as his hand quickly palmed over Rook's lower back in reflex, supporting him and ensuring he didn't fall. "Ah, darling wait-" Emmrich stuttered a moment as Rook seated himself snug against Emmrich; their heat mingling as Rook wiggled himself into a comfortable position; their hips fitting tight together now.
Rook's fingers teasingly traced along the chain of Emmrich's collar pin. Emmrich's eyes followed Rook's hand as he pressed it against his shoulder, dipping his head low to lay a kiss on Emmrich's bottom lip, lingering just barely an inch apart as he whispered against Emmrich's slowly forming smile.
"I think I like this.. Normally I'm the one looking up at you."
Rook glanced up through his lashes, seeing Emmrich with a hint of flush on his skin, his rapt stare meeting Rook's own hazy gaze, just inches apart. This must have truly surprised him, as it wasn't often he was left without words.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" Rook pulled away just enough to better look at Emmrich, whose brows knit with a curious smile, as if he couldn't believe Rook would ask him that now.
"Not at all my dear, I was simply.. Surprised"
Rook hummed, his lips stretching into a smile as he brought his hands up, one cupping the side of Emmrich's face and the other gliding across the opposite side on his neck, fingers tucking just behind his ear. Their lips met once more; the caution between them having dissolved as Emmrich wrapped his other hand around Rook — his palm spreading between his shoulder blades, pulling him in closer. Rook sighed into their kiss, parting only for seconds to nip gently at Emmrich's bottom lip before he was consumed by Emmrich once more, just as quickly. Rook sighed through his nose; the hand cupping Emmrich's neck skimmed upwards, his fingers digging into the shorter hair on the back of Emmrich's head, dragging his nails through it. Rook's head was beginning to swim from the gentle pressure of tongue on his own — Emmrich was always so lavish when they kissed like this, making Rook's mind foggy. Rook tilted his head, pulling away for just a moment for a sharp intake of air, though he hardly had a moment to think as Emmrich's lips fell to his chin, then his neck and across the swell of his throat. Rook hung his mouth open, his brows knitting together tight, fingers gently tangling in Emmrich's hair as he continued trailing an expert line of kisses down Rook's neck.
"Ah- Em-" Rook sucked in a succession of gasps as Emmrich brushed his nose along Rooks neck, nudging the collar of his shirt aside. Rook squirmed against Emmrich, his hips writhing and his teeth finding his bottom lip as the hand that had been pressed against his lower back slid upwards, bunching the hem of his loose shirt and lifting it just enough. Just enough to feel Emmrich's fingers against his skin, enough to make Rook's back bow, pressing his chest into Emmrich's face as he clung to him; his fingers buried in silver hair. Rook's head lolled back, Emmrich carefully tracing a line of affection across Rook's barely-exposed collarbone, then back up again, over the scarring on his neck, and on the corner of his jaw. Rook brought his head forward, immediately meeting Emmrich's lips — his palm pressing gently against the back of Emmrich's head, holding him close as a hot wave rushed over his body.
Rook gasped against Emmrich's lips, the grin on the older man not going unnoticed. Rook had certainly initiated, but Emmrich met his enthusiasm with equal vigor, palming up Rook's curved spine in one smooth motion. Rook brought fumbling fingers to the buttons on Emmrich's vest, quickly undoing them while pulling his lips away, kissing along Emmrich's jaw and the sensitive skin behind his ear as he carefully unclasped Emmrich's intricate collar pin. Rook whispered against Emmrich's skin, his lips grazing the edges of his ear.
"I've missed you.." Rook breathed, planting another kiss against Emmrich's ear, producing a pleased hum from Emmrich. "I want-" Rook swallowed, his words catching in his throat. "I want you"
Rook sighed — it was nearly a whine as Emmrich's palm slid all the way up his back, dragging his shirt with it. Rook quickly adjusted his arms, pulling it over his head and dropping it beside them on the floor. Their lips connected once more as Rook finished with the buttons on his vest, and began to work at the ones along his white shirt. Emmrich didn't make it easy for him, one hand tucked firmly into the small of his back and the other gliding up across his bare ribs with deft fingers, forcing his body to curve into the hungry touch, starving for more.
Fuck. Rook was gasping by the time their lips parted, Emmrich already having moved to Rook's neck, sucking gently on the delicate skin. Rook's fingers fumbled with the small intricacies of Emmrich's shirt, his mind already fraying from the pooling heat in him. He felt Emmrich laugh against his neck, taking a hand and gliding it over Rook's own trembling fingers.
"My dear, there is no need for haste. We have precious time"
Emmrich took over, unbuttoning his own shirt as Rook pried it open, exposing Emmrich's skin, sliding his palm across the warmth of his chest. Rook couldn't even find the care to be embarrassed at his clumsiness right now, besides Emmrich was undoubtedly covered in tiny little gold adornments that needed far too much care for a moment like this.
Emmrich's shirt was whisked away, though he took more care than Rook in placement — leaving them both bare from the waist up. Rook had never gotten over the way Emmrich's eyes raked over him, the way he consumed him with such passion made his heart swell and admittedly — his cheeks burn.
"Emmrich, when you stare like that.." Rook smiled, his thumb trailing across Emmrich's cheek, drawing his attention up to his eyes.
"My dearest, I could never tire of you. Even when the lines of your body are committed to memory, I shall always find more to admire" Emmrich's thumbs ran over the subtle curve of Rook's ribs as he spoke — his soft eyes melting over Rook.
Rook hadn't had the time to respond; his hand quickly tangling in Emmrich's hair as teeth gently skimmed his collarbone. Emmrich gently nipped at his skin, inching lower until his tongue connected with one of Rook's perked nipples. Rook took a deep breath, trying to contain the way his voice cracked in his throat as Emmrich slid his tongue across the incredibly sensitive bud, seemingly unbothered by Rook's sudden squirming. This wasn't a new response; Emmrich hadn't let a single detail go unnoticed, learning early on exactly where Rook was most sensitive, and what drew out the most intense reaction from him. Rook let his head fall back — one hand tightly clutching the chair behind Emmrich's head; the other entwined gently in his soft hair. He could feel one of Emmrich's hands slide down his back — the warmth of his rings pleasant as he palmed over the curve of Rook's spine. The attention on his chest had his cock throbbing in his pants, begging for attention, release, anything.
Rook's head was swimming now between the aching in his pants and the way Emmrich nipped at his nipple and the delicate skin around it. Rook could only whine quietly, the last layer of clothes between them becoming nothing short of an annoyance now. Rook's fingernails dug into the top of Emmrich's chair when he felt Emmrich's hands slide to his spread thighs, a gasp shuddering from his throat as his other nipple was taken over by careful teeth and gentle tongue. He was aching now. Rook ground his hips into Emmrich, pushing the stiffness in his pants against Emmrich's own growing heat, his thoughts becoming erratic as Emmrich coaxed him into a sweet frenzy.
"Maker please, Emmrich" Rook barely managed to huff out jumbled words.
Rook felt Emmrich hum with a quiet laugh against his skin, his lips fondly tracing back up towards Rook's neck. Rook couldn't wait anymore — this foreplay had him painfully worked up, so much so he worried he'd burst at any second. Every time he pressed into Emmrich, Rook could feel him tense under him, a sigh slipping across his skin wherever Emmrich was currently teasing. The soft jingling of Emmrich's countless bangles echoed in his ears — the only other sound was his own stuttering whimpers. It'd be embarrassing if not for his semi-delirious state. Quickly, Rook pulled himself from the heat of Emmrich's lap, taking just seconds to slip out of his pants and undergarments; his length finally free from the pestering of his clothes. Rook hardly gave Emmrich a moment to adjust, barely slipping from the red sash around his hips before Rook climbed atop him again, though this time he was completely nude and admittedly a touch embarrassed. Rook pushed down his shame, seeking Emmrich's lips once more; he was pleased to be met with an enthusiasm that matched his own.
Emmrich's arms snaked tight around Rook's waist, a pleasant rush of warmth surging through him as their heat mingled. Rook was flush against Emmrich now, tracing relaxed lines up Emmrich's spine, between his shoulder blades, and at the base of his hairline on the back of his neck. Rook shivered upon feeling Emmrich's palms glide down his ribs, caressing over his thighs, slowly following the curve of them to his rear. Emmrich nudged his lips against Rook's collarbone, kissing along the thin skin when he removed his hands from Rook's body, reaching just beyond him and onto the desk at his back. A soft clink of glass accompanied the feeling of Emmrich's arms moving — still he was liberal in the soft trails of affection he'd strewn across Rook's chest, collarbone, and neck. Rook held himself against Emmrich, his nose brushing the top of his head, nudging against the soft black stripe of hair that cut through his gray. There was such a pleasant, familiar scent to Emmrich now, and he couldn't resist closing his eyes when the sweet wave of comfort washed over him. There was always an aroma of sage clinging to his clothes, reminiscent of rituals and cleansings he partook in near-daily — and something floral. Grass after rainfall, a forest in the early hours of dawn, and of course, whatever he'd been tending to in the Necropolis.
Rook's brows knit tightly when he felt something cold graze between his thighs, slipping further back. A slick, gloved finger pressing between, then a teasing pressure at his entrance, forcing a gasp from Rook. He stiffened on reflex, bringing an arm behind Emmrich's neck, clutching on to him in anticipation. Emmrich was always such an attentive lover, and the knowledge Rook would be naught but a limp mess at the end of it had him practically trembling in want.
"Ah. Rook you know better" Emmrich spoke in a soft tone, his breath ghosting over Rook's skin. A wet glide across the ring of muscle, followed by tentative pressure, pressure he'd felt before and invited, though it still took a moment to adjust to the jarring sensation.
"You must relax, my dear. You know we will always take as much time as you need" Emmrich hummed quietly against Rook's neck — his sweetened, whispered words spreading goosebumps across Rook's skin. Emmrich wasn't wrong; he had unmatched patience with Rook, taking his time to coax him into a pliable, languid state. Rook exhaled long and slow against Emmrich's hair, relaxing the line of his back, allowing himself to sink slightly and Emmrich to press into him with careful pressure. Rook buried his nose into Emmrich's hair, a quiet whine slipping from his lips as his entrance was breached with slick, gloved fingers, slightly different than skin but not unpleasantly so. Rook groaned, feeling his insides delicately worked open — the movement was easy enough with the salve Emmrich had used. Slowly he pressed in and slipped out, on one of the slippery pushes inward, he felt Emmrich sink a second finger into him, forcing another shaking heave from his chest. Rook's brow creased tight — his eyes squeezing shut at the pressure around his entrance, spreading into him in a numbingly sweet ache. He could feel how easily Emmrich's fingers slipped into him, delicately prying open his insides — Rook's hips grinding onto Emmrich's fingers in pure reflex.
Rook mumbled into Emmrich's hair, his arms still tight around the mans shoulders as he brought his head lower. Rook trailed his lips across Emmrich's temple, planting a kiss on his ear, then behind his ear against his neck as he murmured his name in quiet pleading breaths. His whispering was only broken when he couldn't hold back a moan when Emmrich's fingers bottomed out, pushing into him exactly where they needed to be. Pressed against the aching nerves inside of him, still careful as they spread him open. Rook could only speak in gasps, words failing him now as they fell from his lips.
"Emmrich- Fuck I cant, I can't" Rook's arms sought stability around Emmrich as his world crumbled — one of his shaking hands scrambling downwards, reaching for the swell in Emmrich's pants. Rook tugged at the hem, quickly pushing inside to take hold of Emmrich's hot cock, his fingers curling around it — whispering against his lips with a slow stroke.
"Want you-" Emmrich met his enthusiasm with another firm push into his insides, choking Rook's words from his throat. "So bad" Rook managed to whine as he watched Emmrich's lidded eyes rake over him; his brow just furrowed enough he could tell he felt each stroke despite Rook's shaking fingers. Rook shifted Emmrich's pants down enough, pulling his length free — his own cock slipping against his, sending a jolt of bliss through his nerves. Emmrich sighed a soft, velvety moan against Rook's lips.
"Rook.. You are truly a delight this evening. Such passion my dear" Emmrich's words had slight pauses between them. His blinking slow as he swallowed, clear to Rook he was straining now. Rook could see it, the way the lines in his neck tensed, the way his eyes melted into something soft and yearning — he wanted Rook as badly as he wanted Emmrich right now.
Their lips met once more, a quick succession of kisses into something deeper. Tongue's soft against one another, a shared breathlessness between them, though Emmrich always seemed more composed. Rook pulled away just enough to bite his own lip, his features tightening when Emmrich pulled his fingers from his softened insides; the feeling of emptiness, even if momentary — drove him mad. Rook's hips were pushed on slightly, and Emmrich shifted under him — the sudden feeling of a hot mass pressing against him had him straightening, swallowing hard before the inevitable breach. A sharp gasp erupted from Rook, and a quiet, low sigh from Emmrich as the head of his cock sunk into him achingly slow. The stretch was something he hadn't gotten used to, though there was little resistance thanks to Emmrich's ministrations and the oil he'd used. Rook shivered, the way his insides accepted Emmrich, squeezing down on the welcome intrusion burying into him — it had his thighs trembling just trying to keep himself upright. Rook's mouth hung open in silence — his eyes shut tight as an achingly sweet numbness shot up his spine. He could hear a thin hum from Emmrich, something of a restrained moan vibrating against him. Rook was trembling by the time his thighs bumped into Emmrich's own, fully seated on the hot length buried in him, his insides clinging tightly to the shape of Emmrich. Soothing palms massaged over Rook's lower back and down his hips — but even that simple act of affection had him feeling like he would fucking burst.
Rook's cock twitched, a bead of fluid dribbled from his tip, his brain in shambles at how good this had always felt. At how painfully exquisite Emmrich felt. Rook clutched tightly onto Emmrich, his arms snug around him — Emmrich's face flush against Rook's neck where his silken, gentle moans rolled across his skin. Rook's nails pressed into Emmrich's back as he tried to contain the moans he wanted to spill, clutching tight to keep himself upright. He wanted to shout profanities to the sky, to weep all of his syrupy, sweet emotions coating his heart. How he loved Emmrich, how good it felt being connected to him, seeing his tense, handsome features flush. All that he managed were incoherent, stuttering whines as Emmrich ran a palm across the top of Rook's thigh, fingers softly pressing into the tense muscle as he rolled his hips forward into Rook.
"Darling, you are.." Emmrich clutched at Rook's thigh, taking a heavy breath. "Magnificent.. As always" Rook pressed his hips down, rocking against Emmrich in a slowly forming rhythm. His brain was set ablaze in roaring lust — his skin flushed red, and his nerves tingled as he ground his hips down, burying Emmrich's cock as deep as he could into him, accepting all of him.
"O-Oh. Emmri-" Emmrich scraped against the tight bundle of nerves inside of Rook - stars shooting behind his eyes as a familiar bliss lapped at his body.
"Fuck!" Rook nearly howled, his cock dripping profusely onto Emmrich's stomach as his limbs went numb, thighs tensing. Rook squeezed Emmrich's heat inside of him — his walls clinging in desperation as they pressed against each other in a languid rocking motion. He could feel Emmrich tensing, the way his breathing broke into quiet moans into his neck, the way his fingers dipped into Rook's muscles, holding tight onto his eager lover. Emmrich slipped into him with ease, his length coated in the oil he'd used earlier to prepare him. Rook could feel it spreading between his thighs as he ground into Emmrich.
"Maker, Emmrich- you feel so good" Rook rolled himself against the thin hips below him, burying Emmrich as deep as he could. Emmrich only met his motions with equal vigor, pushing upward and nudging against the sensitive nerves in his core. It left Rook's mouth gaping in breathless silence, his thighs nearly unable to support his own weight any longer, trembling.
Emmrich's voice tickled as he spoke into Rook's neck between silken moans and planting soft traces of his lips on Rook's skin.
"How fortunate I am that you think so.." Despite Emmrich's teasing, breathless tone, Rook knew he meant it. Emmrich always went above and beyond ensuring Rook's pleasure, and that was no secret.
Rook leaned back, his palm slamming against the wood of Emmrich's desk behind him, rattling the bottles and papers placed neatly. He curled his fingers around the edge, holding himself up as Emmrich pushed into him at a slowly quickening pace. Under the lavish sounds of their heavy breaths and echoing moans, the sound of their bodies repeatedly connecting could be heard now. The slow rolling of their hips gave way to an increasing pace — Rook's mind fraying as he fought to hold himself up. His other hand now landing on the desk behind him, gripping the edge tightly. Rooks eyes were squeezed shut, his body arched back as Emmrich took hold of his hips, burying into him repeatedly. It was so good, it was too fucking good. He wanted to literally scream.
Sweat broke out across Rook's skin — he could feel Emmrich lean forward, a tongue slipping up from his rib to his nipple. His heart thrashing in his chest, the sound of Emmrich's bangles rattling, the desk scraping every time Emmrich thrust into Rook, nearly shoving him back. All of it was a symphony in Rook's distorted mind, clinging only to the thick tendrils of aching pleasure that boiled in him.
"Oh fu-" His insides clung desperately to Emmrich's cock, tightening around him, producing the most alluring, wanton moan from Emmrich. Maker, when he sounded like that, so breathy, thin, and needy, it drove Rook mad. He loved hearing Emmrich's composure fracture, the way he came undone and indulged himself — it was comforting knowing they shared such ecstasy together.
Rook's eyes shot open, feeling his hips raise. He quickly scrambled, pulling his arms higher as his shoulders hit the desk under him, fingers scrabbling to grasp on to the edge of the desk above his head.
"Raise your hips for me, darling" Emmrich's voice was laced with tenderness despite the heavy breaths he took.
Rook watched through blurry vision as he lifted himself, his back flat against Emmrich's desk. He tried his hardest to avoid knocking breakables to the floor, though it was nearly impossible — he was so delirious now. Emmrich leaned into him, slotting himself tight between Rook's thighs — still buried inside of him. Rook's knees skimmed Emmrich's ribs, his arms quickly curling around Emmrich's neck, pulling him close against his sweat-slicked skin.
Emmrich was still for a moment as their lips collided, Rook clutching on to him tightly, his heart pounding in his chest. Feeling him like this, their skin melding together and heat blooming where they were connected, it made Rook's chest tingle. Rook unhooked one of his arms from Emmrich's neck, running his hand through Emmrich's hair, down to his jaw where he ran his thumb over Emmrich's cheekbone. Their lips locking tightly together.
Rook parted just enough to whisper against Emmrich's lips through his trembling breaths.
"Emmrich.. I love you.." Rook gasped when Emmrich pressed into him — their hips flush against each other. Rook bit his bottom lip, holding back a whine as he tried desperately to finish his sentence. "S-So much"
Rook couldn't focus, couldn't even open his eyes when Emmrich pulled himself almost all the way out, then pressed back into him with slow intent — Rook's body opened so easily for Emmrich, it had his thighs trembling as they brushed against Emmrich's sides.
"Oh, Rook.." Again, Emmrich pushed firmly against him. He was so deep, it felt so good, he wanted to scream until his voice echoed throughout the Necropolis halls. Rook rolled his hips against Emmrich's begging for more when he stilled inside of him. "You are nothing short of marvelous" Emmrich's bangles scraped against the desk — his fingers gently wiping away strands of hair that clung to Rook's face. "I love you my dearest heart"
Rook's chest erupted in a syrupy warmth he'd only ever felt from Emmrich. His gentle voice, breathless and whispered as he kissed him, murmuring how he loved him. It was almost too much for him to bear. Rook felt his core tighten, the building threat of climax gripping him. He'd always finished first, and Rook wondered if it was intentional at this point.
The tight space between them closed once more in another kiss, before Emmrich straightened himself, pushing his body up so he stood over Rook's sprawled form on his desk. Rook was a disheveled mess, his chest flushed bright red, and his hair spread around his head, across now-scattered papers. His body heaved with each breath as he brought the back of his hand to his lips when Emmrich's hands found his hips, squeezing them with a firm grip.
Emmrich shifted Rook with just enough precision that Rook knew exactly what he was doing. Rook yelped into the back of his hands when their hips met with a loud snap. Emmrich's thumbs pressed into the peaks of Rook's hip bones as he began a deep, steady rhythm thrusting into him.
Rook's hand wandered aimless, finally finding the side of the desk above his head once more, his fingers tangling in his own hair that spilled over the edge. Rook tried to steady himself as Emmrich pumped into him with long strokes, his back sliding up the desk each time their hips met. Rook could barely see straight, his eyes wet with tears when he glanced up at Emmrich.
Oh fuck. He looked so good. The way the candles caught the sweat beading on his skin, the red tinge spreading across his face. His eyes were completely entranced by Rook's lewd display — never leaving his body, never looking away from him. Even Rook could see how rapt Emmrich's gaze was, words couldn't amount to the emotion behind his eyes.
Rook sucked in a loud breath, a moan accompanying it as Emmrich placed his hands on either side of Rook's head, his jewelry loudly clinking beside his ears as he continued to repeatedly bury himself into Rook's core. Rook's hand quickly found one of Emmrich's wrists, his fingers clutching tightly onto him. His cock was near painful as clear droplets pooled on his stomach, though he knew the second he touched himself he'd tip over the edge. Emmrich hovered just above him, equally as disheveled, his brows knit tight and his mouth open just enough for his little sighs, his soft voice Rook loved so dearly slipping out as he pushed into him again and again. Rook's back arched high off the desk, his head rolling to the side, Emmrich's cock relentless against the over-sensitive nerves inside of him.
"Emmrich, I'm- I'm so close" His fingers pressed into the jewelry decorating Emmrich's wrists — his breathing nothing but incoherent gasps as the wet sound of skin hitting skin only amplified how they were connected. How he opened for Emmrich, accepted him, moaned his name in wanton praise, it was all spiraling. He couldn't focus on anything except the heat that boiled over in his groin, shooting up his spine and tingling in his fingers.
"Em- Emmrich I'm- I'm-"
Rook couldn't even finish his words. He was already cumming. His back bowed, his insides relentlessly clinging to Emmrich, who slowed his pace, letting Rook ride out his orgasm with slow, dragging thrusts. Rook's mind shattered, his nerves absolutely scorched by searing bliss as he came, white spilling on to his stomach and up his heaving chest. He could vaguely hear Emmrich gasp, bracelets clanging against the table as he leaned down, catching Rook's lips, letting him spill lush moans into Emmrich's mouth.
Ah, but Rook always came first. Sometimes more than once, too. He realized that when Emmrich continued, pushing against his almost too sensitive walls. Rook felt tears slip from the corners of his eyes, his arms quickly catching around Emmrich's neck, pulling him as close as possible. He locked his legs around Emmrich's waist, his quivering hands snaking through Emmrich's hair as Rook tucked his face in close against Emmrich's neck.
He was so over-sensitive it nearly hurt. Feeling Emmrich still moving inside of him had him shaking, though he was cautious and slower now. Despite his aching sensitivity, his body still responded — Rook couldn't deny how good it still felt even after cumming. The way Emmrich rocked into him, the way his voice tickled against Rook's pointed ear, the scent of his skin now musky with just hints of earth clinging to him.
"You're gonna make me.. cum again, Emmrich" Rook could barely speak, gasping between his words as he whispered against Emmrich's neck, droplets of sweat trickling down the line of his throat.
He felt Emmrich hum with a quiet laugh, angling Rook's hips up just enough that Emmrich's cock pressed into the painfully sensitive swell of nerves inside of him. Oh. Oh, he was absolutely cumming again.
"Go on, my darling.. Indulge yourself"
Fuck. Fuck.
Emmrich's words were strained. He was close, too. Rook could feel Emmrich's body tense, the way his thrusts picked up again, how his breaths were shaking against Rook's ear. Rook's fingers skimmed through Emmrich's hair, his forehead pressing into Emmrich's shoulder as another orgasm ripped through his body, his walls clenching with desperation on to Emmrich's cock.
That was clearly enough to tip him over the precipice. A hand slipping behind Rook's head - holding him close as Emmrich stilled inside of him, warmth spilling into his depths. Rook's legs locked tightly around Emmrich as if to pull him as deep as possible when he came, still vibrating from his own orgasm. Rook's spine felt like it had disintegrated, his body completely limp by the time his climax subsided. He couldn't say how long they stayed that way, Emmrich breathing heavy on top of him, still holding him close. Rook buried his nose against Emmrich's neck, planting a few chaste kisses against his damp skin.
Emmrich finally took a few deep breaths before pulling himself up enough to stare — slightly dazed, at Rook.
"That was.."
Rook ran a hand down Emmrich's neck, sliding between his shoulder blades with lazy strokes.
"Incredible" Rook huffed with a smile that took far too much effort. His limbs and mind were heavy now.
"To put it in so few words.." Emmrich spoke with a breathless laugh as he straightened, forcing a gasp from Rook when he slipped out of him.
Rook pushed himself up, noticing the papers that had ended up on the floor, and a few bottles now on their sides. Rook took a moment to catch his breath before speaking.
"Sorry we- well, I made a mess" Rook managed to sit upright, swiping his hair from his sticky forehead as Emmrich opened a drawer, producing a couple of small, white handkerchiefs.
"It's nothing that can't be cleaned up, couples should enjoy each others company after all, my darling"
Rook scooted forward carefully, getting close enough to lay a quick kiss against Emmrich's lips, plucking one of the handkerchiefs from his hand. Emmrich paused for a moment, a curious smile spreading on his lips.
"How I adore you, Rook.."
Rook was grinning now, his eyes lost in Emmrich's own doting expression.
"Mm, You always say the sweetest things"
Rook was still stark naked, though Emmrich had at least tucked himself back into his pants now. Rook couldn't help but tease him, just a little. It was so rare he saw his composure fracture, and it was always in heated moments of passion. But no matter what, he always looked at Rook like the most love-sick man alive. Emmrich was smiling now, his gaze fully down on Rook, who sat on the edge of his desk. Rook's knees barely ghosting over Emmrich's hips.
"I do mean it, my dear"
Rook took a moment to wipe his stomach clean before carefully planting a foot on the cool floor, still close enough to Emmrich that when he managed to stand, he leaned up with a coy smile, kissing Emmrich once more.
"I missed you Emmrich" Rook stepped back, gathering his scattered clothes with a smile still stretched on his face. His back hurt, his shoulders hurt, his insides ached. Yet somehow he also felt unbelievably relaxed, his head warm and fuzzy as he slipped his undergarments on, then his pants. Rook's dazed eyes landed on Emmrich as he began buttoning his white shirt.
Even being disheveled, he was entirely too handsome. Rook closed the distance between them, his fingers slipping over Emmrich's own, skimming his rings, and landing on the set of buttons he was currently fixing.
"Let me help" Rook spoke quietly, and Emmrich only looked at him in surprise for a moment, before a soft smile took over his features.
"Perhaps I should retire early for the evening" Emmrich hummed as he watched Rook slowly work at his buttons.
"Oh?" Rook inquired, Emmrich wasn't normally one to leave early, and if he did ever have free time, it was usually spent reading in his study or helping others. Or, well, with Rook.
"I've missed you as well dearest, I should like to spend more time with you tonight"
Rook couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as he stared up at Emmrich through his lashes. Emmrich's tone was so soft, and Rook certainly wasn't one to argue with such a declaration.
"I think I'd like that" Rook took his time on the next button, Emmrich's sudden exclamation startling him.
"Oh! Allow me to tidy up before we leave dear, it will just be a moment"
Finally Emmrich's study was back to normal, his papers settled neatly on his desk and jars upright. Rook had dressed himself and Emmrich fixed his clothes, reaching a hand out, ushering Rook towards him.
"Come darling, I'd quite like to hear more about the nature of that possession you encountered"
Rook smiled, tucking himself close to Emmrich. He'd never tire of Emmrich's enthusiasm for greater mysteries, nor of his seemingly bottomless well of love he had to offer. At the end of the day, coming home to Emmrich was all he could ask for.