Darshan sat in the middle of the bed with Hamish perched half-off the side near the foot. Wetting his lips as he opened the box, his lover removed the toy in slow, almost hesitant, movements. Need or nerves had Darshan’s fingers trembling. Or perhaps it was…
Shyness? Hamish silently re-evaluated the way his lover glanced up at him, that hazel gaze not quite hidden by the rim of his glasses. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
His lover’s already faintly ruddy olive-brown cheeks darkened further, noticeable even in the dim light of the fireplace. Despite having the time to, he had apparently opted to keep the candles unlit. “Yes,” he breathed, taking up the bottle of oil and pouring a generous amount over the toy’s head. “It just occurred to me that I have never done this with an audience.”
“Really?” The man had sounded so confident just this morning whilst suggesting he gave Hamish a demonstration. “I thought you’d—” He clicked his teeth shut on the rest of the sentence.
The faint, upward twitch of his lover’s brow took away any hope that the man hadn’t understood what he had intended to say. “You thought what? That I had done everything under the sun?” There was a hint of a barb beneath the sweetness of his tone, a veneer of geniality much like his toothy smile.
“Nae every thing,” Hamish mumbled, scratching at his jaw. His mind frantically searched for the right words and came up sadly lacking. Darshan had quite a bit more experience than himself on a larger number of topics, but that didn’t mean he thought the man was of loose morals.
Darshan’s shoulders shook in silent laughter, the previous tension in them draining. “I suppose in comparison…” He sat back, critically eyeing the toy. It shone in the light like a freshly-waxed boot. The leather had taken much of the bottle of oil to turn slick, but there was no sign of resistance as Darshan stroke the toy’s length. “It is a pity you lack magic or you could use this to its full effect.”
“Such as?” Most magic in Tirglas fell under two categories, dangerous and curative. He couldn’t see the first being applied, but the latter option seemed even less viable.
“The casing holds a metal core. Not all the way, you understand? Just near the base. See?” He tilted the toy and revealed a metallic disc. There were scratches all around the leather base and crescent-moon imprints that could only be done by nails. “Here, feel for yourself what it is capable of.”
Curiosity had him shuffling further onto the bed to kneel just before his lover. Darshan wordlessly took up Hamish’s hand, entwining their fingers and wrapping them around the toy. The leather was vaguely warm, but the simple touch of a hand could do that without any magical involvement. “I feel nothing.”
Darshan smirked. “Because I have yet to do this.” He pressed a finger to the metal disc and a soft buzz ran through Hamish’s hand. The hairs on both their arms stood upright as if they were on a hill during a thunderstorm. “Or this.” A second digit joined the first.
Hamish jumped as the whole toy vibrated in their grip. A little on the violent side for something the man planned to have inside him. Surely, the strength of it would turn his pelvis to dust.
Something must’ve shown on his face, for the intensity ebbed until only a pleasant tingling ran against his palm. Reminiscent of the early morning massage Darshan had offered back in the library.
He gently untangled his hand from his lover’s. “That’s some trick,” he murmured, the words coming out a lot hoarser than he had expected.
“I could always sneak into your chambers and assist you there?” There was a cheeky light to his eyes. They both knew he’d never get that far. Not again.
“But if I had you in me chambers, why would I need anything else?” Even without using his power, the spellster had proven capable of showing him a magical time.
“You say that now, but I warn you: It can become quite addictive.”
All the more reason nae to start. Especially with the prospect of the source of such addiction departing for the other side of the continent. When? He didn’t know. If Darshan chose to join them on their excursion to the cloister, then two weeks was a given. If not, then he could return to find the man already on his way home.
“Are you going to give me this promised show of yours or nae?” The question came out rougher than he had intended, but he didn’t want to stand another session clinging to the outside of the castle wall whilst his lover chased away the guards.
Biting his lip, Darshan rocked back and onto his side. With his fingers still slick from the oil, he slowly prepared himself.
Hamish shuffled from one knee to the other, his smalls already quite a bit tighter. His lover hadn’t insisted he remain fully dressed, but Darshan hadn’t suggested otherwise either and this display wasn’t meant to involve Hamish doing anything more than watching.
“You are welcome to participate in this part, if you so desire.”
He silently shook his head, afraid that any word he voiced, however brief, would give away his true feelings on the matter. He hadn’t any experience with this type of intimacy. What if he inadvertently hurt the man with his fumbling?
Shrugging, Darshan reached for the toy. He let forth with a soft moan as it entered him. The languid way his eyes closed, the lids fluttering, and that petite bite of his bottom lip almost had Hamish forsake his personal resolve to remain a spectator.
When the toy had only a handful left to go, those hazel eyes snapped open, fastening on Hamish as his lover slowly started working the toy in and out with one hand gripping the base like a lifeline. Darshan’s
