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He closed his eyes, treasuring the sound of the words. It was what he'd sought for so long. On top of that, he was feeling the exact same thing. It was mutual.

"I feel the same way." Emmrich opened his eyes back up to meet Hugh's. "My dearest. I could never have imagined the way this mission is going. I wouldn't have dared dream it."

With the hand around Hugh's waist he gives the man a little tug. "Come to bed with me, my beloved." He leaned in for a gentle, sweet kiss as he started to guide them toward his bedroom.

He felt the same way. Suddenly, the world opened up and Hugh no longer felt ridiculous for his notions that maybe, just maybe, someone like Emmrich could feel a thing for him. But love?

"Oh, my shining little magpie-"

Was all Hugh managed before being herded towards an ornate oak door. Hugh had his hands around Emmrich and wanted for nothing else as he kissed at the older man's neck as he pulled at his shirt.

"I-" Hugh kissed at Emmrich's neck as he's backed ia bedroom and finds himself falling onto a mattress.

"I can't keep my hands off you."

He laughed. So that was to be his petname now, it seemed. He could perhaps do without the 'little' but it was sweet and he would take it.

"Good," Emmrich said warmly, looking down at Hugh. He stripped down one piece at a time, eyes focused. Vest, shirt, shoes, socks, and pants, until he was down to his dark blue smalls.

"Strip, love. And then pull the oil out of the nightstand next to you?" In the meantime he stepped to the wardrobe to find a belt just in case. It's a matter of no time at all before he's found a black one he never uses. On the return trip he sees the sashes holding back his bed's curtains and pauses.

"Do you have a preference for what we do?" He wants Hugh inside him but he's not sure what his partner is wanting.

Hugh props himself on his elbows and watches Emmrich intently as he practically slides out of each article of clothing. Everything the man does has a touch of grace to it, even undressing slowly enough to get Hugh's heart racing. Their eyes locked, Emmrich would have missed the full arousal tenting the trousers of Hugh's fatigues.

"Preference?" Hugh echoed as he pushed himself up. His gaze fell to the belt in Emmrich's hand, to the curtain sashes that seemed to draw his attention, and back again to Emmrich. A look of curiosity shone in his eyes, but Hugh was still entirely fixated on Emmrich. He was still fully dressed and reaching out to Emmrich and not the nightstand when he then said,

"If it weren't abundantly clear already, I want to fuck you into this lovely mattress you have, but first..."

Hugh sat upright and drew Emmrich between into a loose embrace. Arms wrapped around the older man's slender waist, Hugh kissed a trail down Emmrich's chest to his abdomen. Without much effort, Hugh then flipped Emmrich onto the bed as he stood. He then knelt between Emmrich's legs dangling off the side of the bed and started to mouth at the growing erection pressed against dark blue satin.

"Take these off before I tear them off," Hugh said in a low voice somewhere between a growl and desperation as he looked up at Emmrich.

He moans shakily as he's embraced and kissed, feeling his world shift with the new assurance that their feelings were mutual. This was everything. Hugh's hot mouth played with him through the fabric of his smalls and he trembled under his lover.

Another time he might likely have teased Hugh and made him tear them off, but Emmrich is too deep in his feelings to deny or even delay Hugh.

"Yes, my love," he breathed. Emmrich reached down and urged the fabric off of his hips even as he arched his back to make it easier. His cock was flushed and hard, a flush that's matched on his cheeks and chest. It is, logically speaking, ridiculous that he's so enchanted by this man, but the heart is not a logical thing.

"I will never have enough of you." The smalls are off, and he rests on one elbow as his fingers go to exactly where he thinks Hugh wants them: the man's hair. "You are so good to me, not just for me."

Watching the arc of Emmrich's back as he removed his smalls made Hugh's mouth water and pupils dilate to pinpricks. All lean muscle and flawless skin with grace behind every movement, Emmrich was unlike anyone he had ever been with.

"Maker, you're gorgeous." Hugh ran a hand up Emmrich's thigh, kissing the space just above his knee. "We could do this every night, and I don't think I'd be sated with how much I crave you."

Emmrich had been right to guess where to put his hands. The moment Hugh felt slender fingers and blunted nails run through his hair, he let out a satisfied groan. It urged Hugh forward, trailing kisses from Emmrich's thigh to his groin. The older man's cock was a now intitimately familiar shape and taste on his tongue as he eased it into his mouth from tip to root. Throat relaxing around the entire length of his lover's erection until his nose was tickled by the short whorl of slightly greying hair. Hugh stayed like that for a moment longer, until he looked up at Emmrich with nothing but pure adoration in his eyes as he started to move at an eager, hungry pace. He wanted Emmrich trembling and going to pieces before Hugh even undressed.

"I hope you're never sated," he said almost prayerfully. He couldn't imagine tiring of Hugh, and wanted to never lose this man. There would be complications, of course, but that wasn't for tonight.

The noise and kisses that followed were sweet, and almost instantly overshadowed by Hugh completely taking him in. Hugh's gaze met his, confident and loving, and Emmrich knew he was spoiled for everyone else. He let his head fall back to the pillow as Hugh started moving, but kept his hand in his beloved's hair.

"Oh, Hugh," he moaned, instantly swept up in the speed the man moved. Hugh clearly had an agenda, another factor that only added to the arousal. Emmrich had almost always taken the lead and made the calls in previous relationships, had to in the classroom and often did with the Necropolis, and here he didn't have to lead all the time. Here he could trust.

He lost himself in the heat and warmth and even stopped holding back verbally. His feelings were returned, the walls were sturdy and warded, no one could interfere or interrupt, which meant Emmrich was a babbling mess in seconds, spilling forth adoration and praise as he reached his peak.

Hugh hummed in answer as he continued to pleasure Emmrich with his mouth. He couldn't himself tiring of such a wonderful man who had been his first in so many things in such a short amount of time. An older, more experienced partner whom Hugh had let take him fully. Lucky had never been something Hugh considered himself, but with Emmrich? With Emmrich, he felt like the luckiest man alive.

The rushed words Emmrich fought through, sounds falling over broken syllables as he praised and begged in the same breath, was music to Hugh's wars. Eventually, the brackish taste of precum filled his mouth, and the twitch of his stomach muscles warned that Emmrich was close. It was then Hugh pulled off with a lewd pop and trail of saliva he licked away with a self-satisfied smile.

"Safe to assume this room's warded well?" Hugh asked as he slid up the bed beside his lover, looking down at a freshly disheveled and well-sucked Emmrich like he was admiring a work of art. "Love when you don't hold back, all those sounds you make."

Letting Emmrich catch his breath, Hugh looked over to the nightstand and remembered that's where Emmrich mentioned the oil being. He stole a brief kiss before getting off the bed. Hugh had toed off his boots earlier, and without a belt, stepping out of his trousers was a quick process after removing the rest of his fatigues. Just to tease, he did keep his smalls on for the time being. He gave Emmrich a wink before walking around the bed to the nightstand.

"I'm guessing your oil isn't scente- Maker," Hugh paused the moment he opened the top drawer and let out a whistle. Right away, his attention was drawn to the shape of cock that looked like it was made out of— was that veridium? The longer he looked, the more he noticed. There was another phallic shape, smaller with a flared base and what looked like a pair of rings as well as a string of more veridium but in the shape of beads of descending size. "There's, uh...there's more than oil in here."

He whimpered in protest as Hugh pulled off, going up a pitch at the too-short additional lick. He'd been so close. Which was probably why Hugh pulled off when he did, to be a tease, especially with that smirk on his face.

"Fully warded, thick walls," he managed to answer after a few moments. "Means you didn't have to stop." Not like he thought for a moment Hugh stopped due to noise. The kiss wasn't nearly enough to make up for it, and he contemplated complaining until Hugh started pulling clothing off. Then all of his attention is on Hugh's body, revealed bit by bit but not completely. Emmrich's mouth watered. One day he was going to break Hugh by tasting every inch of him, though that was going to take a surface that couldn't be broken and likely the thickest belt known to sentient life.

Hugh's reaction to his toy drawer was surprising. Emmrich didn't have anything wild in there, none of the fancy Tevene or Rivaini toys, nothing custom. "Oil is not scented, correct, and yes. I keep a few things in there."

Rolling over would require closing the legs he had spread open, and that might delay Hugh's return, so he chose to simply look at Hugh. It couldn't be a problem that he had sex toys, surely? He couldn't imagine it being a deal breaker.

"We can use anything you'd like, if you wanted to add it to your plan."

The hungered and hunting look on Emmrich's face as he undressed made Hugh's cock stir in his smalls. With an expression like that, Hugh could forget he wasn't the one being routinely chewed on. He would have loved to ask what devious designs were being formed behind those olive-green eyes. Unfortunately, the drawer and its contents knocked all clear thought out of him.

"A f-few things, right, ah— I-I mean I can divine the purpose of the one shaped like a— well, I've just never seen anything like this for, uh, the bedroom. I wouldn't even know how to—"

Hugh babbled as his face took on the color of rose petals in full bloom. Hugh had always thought himself experienced in the horizontal dance, but apparently, he hadn't a clue, and it left him flustered, imagining their toys' purpose and use. Thoughts of Emmrich pleasuring himself filled his head, deepening the blush staining his face.

"Oh, oil," Hugh stammered as he picked up a small, dark glass bottle. Holding it up with a sheepish grin.

The blush was charming and delightful. Emmrich would never have been able to predict Hugh could get so flustered over so little.

"Ask anything you'd like, darling. I want to delight in you, and you in me." And he wasn't ashamed of anything in there. Sex was natural and enjoyable and he'd never crossed any ethical lines. He sincerely doubted Hugh had crossed any either, considering how careful the man was about drinking.

"Or it can wait until later. Either way, I do need you doing something to me again; you've quite cruelly left me here in this state." Emmrich gestured down at his own body, fully intending to direct Hugh's eyes along the length of him.

"Do you have a favorite?" Hugh blurted out before he realized that could be rude. Though admittedly, he did want to know—it could be useful for future endeavors, provided his fool self didn't just talk himself out of any future endeavors.

Emmrich at least offered a chance to move along by looking like a marble statue in repose and so unbelievably irresistible. Hugh's pupils dilated again at the sight of him, being able to hear blood rushing under supple skin to the rhythm of a heart beating rapidly with lust and anticipation. Anyone Hugh had been with before had similar responses, all natural reactions to stimuli, but never was it so focused entirely on himself. It was a strange, wonderful thing to be able to physically smell and hear another become enamoured.

"Yes," Hugh said easily with renewed confidence, and he got on the bed after uncorking the bottle and setting it on the nightstand. A hand rested on Emmrich's chest and trailed down, until he loosely wrapped his fingers around Emmrich's still achingly hard cock. "And what a state it is. How can I make it up to you?"

"It varies with my mood. Sometimes I want something direct, and sometimes I want something prolonged." He didn't keep toys he didn't like. There were also many things he'd been intrigued by and wanted to try but never got around to purchasing. Emmrich enjoyed pleasure, regarded it as an important part of life so long as it wasn't over-indulged in, but there was also a great deal of work to do constantly in his life.

When Hugh finally returned to him Emmrich closed his eyes to better enjoy the touch and groaned. At some point he would love to try the toys out with Hugh, to explore possibilities, but right now he simply wanted Hugh.

"Take your pleasure from me, the way you've been promising to do for what feels like hours now."

"I'm getting the distinct impression you're in a more direct sort of mood tonight," Hugh teased with a tightening grip on the base of Emmrich's cock.

The older man wasn't wrong. It really had been hours since Hugh first promised to properly make love to him in this bed. He was holding himself together well, but Hugh was just as desperate for it as Emmrich. There was some reluctance as Hugh released Emmrich long enough to grab the oil vial off the nightstand.

"Put your knees up for me, love, already sweet and spread out for me," Hugh directed as he smeared the viscous liquid onto his fingers.

It was unscented, as Emmrich said, and Hugh couldn't help but feel a little disappointment by that. The clove oil he mixed with the linseed oil for blade maintenance didn't just smell nice, but it had a warming effect on the skin as well. And it was absolutely intoxicating when mixed with the scent of Emmrich's perfumed skin and arousal.

No matter; that didn't diminish Hugh's interest in the slightest. His breathing picked up as his erection pressed painfully in the confines of his smalls as he dipped his lubricated hand in the cleft of Emmrich's ass.

"Would you use any of those contraptions on me?" Hugh asked after the first finger slid inside his lover. He was leaning over Emmrich, close enough to speak against the shell of the man's ear. Another finger slipped inside, and Hugh started to piston them in and out of him. "Or would you let me watch you use them, make me wait as I watch you pleasure yourself?"

"Are you?" Emmrich asked, fighting hard against the desire to thrust into Hugh's hand, if it had even been possible. He wanted Hugh so badly he could practically taste it, and having been brought so close and then entirely abandoned had him aching.

Emmrich was quick to follow directions, eyes opening back up so he could watch what Hugh was doing. Hugh's slick fingers glimmered with promise and Emmrich's breath caught as Hugh started to touch him.

The question, spoken into his ear as Hugh opened him up, sent Emmrich right back to the edge and he shuddered under Hugh. A second finger went in. Emmrich breathed out, trying to hold on to any control, and then Hugh continued talking. Hugh's voice combined with the mental image perfectly.

"Yes," Emmrich panted as he came, answer and statement both. Yes, he would use them on Hugh, and oh, absolutely yes, would he give Hugh a show if ever he wanted.

"You certainly don't look like you want slow and drawn out," Hugh answered with an airy chuckle. He was beginning to feel light-headed, as thought if he didn't fuck Emmrich soon he might pass out from lack of oxygen to his head. Teasing Emmrich for his impatience was a bit of a pot calling the kettle black situation right now.

Hugh worked Emmrich open, and by the third finger, his hand had started to cramp. Three days of this, and the muscles in his hands were starting to get overworked—this would have been funny if he wasn't so painfully hard from the sweet sounds coming out of Emmrich. Hugh gave a quaking breath as he crooked his fingers and felt Emmrich's release wrack his slender body with pleasure. Hugh gingerly pulled his fingers out and rolled onto his back.

"Do you think you can ride me?" Hugh asked as he awkwardly shimmed out of his smalls and threw them into some darkened corner of the bedroom. His cockhead was scarlet by now and his erection stood thick and proud at full attention. He was already so oversenstive that he sucked in a breath when fisting his cock with a generous amount of oil.

"Want to look up at you when I come."

"Hardly what you planned," he mumbled, but it wasn't a no. Not exactly. Though he did currently feel like a limp noodle. Maybe if he did the ribbon thing he'd get pounded.

Emmrich rolled onto his side and shakily pushed himself up to all fours before straddling Hugh's torso. The man's cock was gorgeous and it was going to be so much to take in an incredible way. He reached back and guided Hugh's cock against him, trembling at the press. With a slow exhale Emmrich leaned back, taking the tip in and pausing.

"Oh love," he breathed out as his body twitched. This was going to need very slow progress as otherwise overstimulation might win. He moved, carefully and almost gingerly, continuing to slide back onto Hugh's cock.

"Don't act like you're not the reason my balls have been practically drained since yesterday," Hugh retorted. "I'm not complaining, but mercy's sake let me like back this once."

He definitely wasn't complaining, and the joking halted when Emmrich crawled on top of him. Hugh made a pleased sound as he ran his hands up Emmrich's legs. That had petered into a low groan as Hugh threw his head back in blissful relief as Emmrich's tight, velvety heat pressed down on his cock.

"Maker, you're a dream," Hugh groaned, fingers tight on the meat of Emmrich's thigh. "Just like that, love, don't want to- fuck, want to feel you a little longer."

Hugh looked up at Emmrich then, gaze unfocused but adoring and soft. Hugh's smile was lopsided and thoroughly blissed out as though Emmrich placed a spell on him. Maybe he had. Love was a sort of magic, after all.

"Now you want mercy?" he panted, corners of his mouth curling up into a smile despite his attempt to mock-argue. Emmrich wasn't even close to upset. How could he be, with his beautiful love underneath him and making such delicious noises?

"And you are my favorite reality," Emmrich answered Hugh in a strained voice. Thank the Maker they were on the same page when it came to going slow. Ages later Hugh was fully hilted within Emmrich, and the mage could only sit there and catch his breath for a bit, basking in the warm way Hugh looked up at him.

"A moment, a moment." He'd been still for longer than a moment. Finally, at last, he managed to get it together enough to shift his weight to his knees and begin to move, riding Hugh's cock at a careful pace that could be described as sedate.

"I love you," he whispered.

"Maybe a bit," Hugh forced out with a grunt while utilizing the last vestiges of his energy to have the audacity to wink up at the man.

It seemed Emmrich was deigned to be merciful. The only cruelty was how long it took Emmrich to full seat himself on Hugh, with Hugh's heavy breathing punched out by the occassional moan when the slide of his cock easing into Emmrich became too much.

"A moment," Hugh agreed when finally, finally he was sheathed inside his lover. Keeping one hand on Emmrich's hip, Hugh's head fell back against the mattress again with an arm flung over his eyes as he caught his breath. There was what felt like a blissful eternity of only hearing both their hearts beating and only feeling the warmth and pressure of being inside Emmrich.

When Emmrich started to move, Hugh instinctly reached out with both hands to balance on either side of Emmrich's waist. The rhythm was languid but exactly what Hugh needed. He was ready to be lost in the sensation of Emmrich atop him when he heard it. Even without his heightened senses, there was no mistaking what was being whispered. He gazed up, awed.

"Emmrich, I—" Hugh's mouth then fell open with a gasp that turned into a sigh as he released inside Emmrich, his lover who had brought him off possibly on those three words alone. The next part was a slurred together, half-conscious string of sounds more than anything as Hugh went slack beneath him, "L...love you t-too."

He loved the audacity and attitude it took to wink at this moment. Hugh was irrepressible.

They moved together through Emmrich's oversensitive state, as Emmrich watched Hugh's beautiful face. He was bewitching. Expressions flitted across it, all of them loving and gentle, and Emmrich knew he would, could never love another this much.

And even with all that, Hugh's release came as a surprise. He'd expected to need to speed up eventually, but to come to Emmrich's words... Emmrich had to slump down on top of him so he could feel the whole of his beloved, hold the whole of his beloved, as much as physically possible.

"You are a wonder," he said quietly. Their hearts started to slow together, but not too quickly. Emmrich wished he could hear Hugh's heart the way the vampire could hear his, wished to be aware of what the other was feeling, but at least he had this. He had so much more than he thought possible a little over a week ago when he'd set out.

After they've slept and had breakfast they were going to need to talk. But right now Emmrich could get comfy and prepare to drift off.

"Bathroom is just through there," he mumbled with a gesture. He yanked off his rings and bracelets and blindly dropped them into the bowl in the nightstand that was just for them.

"Anything else you might need?" He didn't want to be a bad host.

Once the white-hot thrumming behind his eyes cleared and the ringing in his ears cleared, Hugh lazily wound his arms around Emmrich. He made one pitiful sound as his spent and softening cock slipped out of him and then went still again. Two hearts hammering in ribcages against one another steadying to a gentler rhythem that complimented. They stayed like that for a time, Hugh running his hands up Emmrich's back and arms. Lips pressed to the crown of his lover's greying with that one stubborn streak of black that Hugh found charming.

"It's a bleedin' wonder I found you at all," Hugh rasped around a throat that felt like it was made of sandpaper. It continued to awe him and would maybe never cease doing so. That of all the people in Thedas to contract him, it would be the one soul he felt so immediately drawn to it brought them to this point in a matter of days. Hugh wouldn't say he believed in love at first sight, but this was a strong argument in its favor.

"I'll get up in a minute," Hugh groused as Emmrich jostled in his arms to remove his jewelry—several minutes past, and then several more. Hugh did not seem to be in any great hurry to move.

"You know," Hugh said with a huff of laughter that made Emmrich's hair tickle his nose. "I've never been with anyone for more than a night, but I think I might have skipped a few steps here. Just a shame I haven't even taken you to dinner or gone on a long walk or what have you."

It truly was a wonder. So easily it could have been Myrna sent to make the initial contact instead, with Emmrich investigating the locations, and it almost had been if not for him offering to go just this once. Soon enough he wouldn't be leaving the Necropolis except under dire circumstances, so one last trip outside the country had appealed.

And then he'd met a vampire. Who needed blood. Emmrich had been so certain of his future path. Everything had been planned out. Now he was feeling doubts. Even beyond how he wasn't sure how much he would be able to feel physically, he didn't know that Hugh would be all right being with a lich. The concept disturbed even some in the Necropolis.

Before he could ruin the mood by blurting anything out, Hugh was laughing and talking and sidetracking Emmrich's thoughts, making him relax again.

"We did start with dinner, served by you," Emmrich said warmly. "However, as we'll be here through all of tomorrow, I could set up a nicer meal tomorrow, combined with a rather lovely walk." And honestly the garden would be a better place than here for the sort of discussion that they needed to have.

"What do you enjoy eating?" The kitchens were, after all, prepared.

In the back of Hugh's mind, he remembered he still needed to write letters to be sent to Antoine and Evak along with whatever Wardens could be freed from their patrols at the fortress. That really wasn't what he wanted to think about right this second, with Emmrich still in his arms. Except that was precisely why the reluctance to write those letter came on so strongly and unbidden.

Hugh sincerely doubted Antoine and Evka would dismiss Emmrich or judge them unfairly. They would have been the least likely to even tease no matter who Hugh had fallen in love with, considering. He doubted the lads like Tomlinson would be stupid enough to go beyond the first ribbing before taking the hint. Being with someone wasn't forbidden to the Wardens, but it was highly discouraged to be anything more than a passing fancy. A way to pass the time—a distraction.

How long could Hugh keep up being a partner worthy of Emmrich until the next deployment, the next contract? Even just the thought of feeding on another made his stomach twist. When the next set of marching orders were given to him, could this still work? Or would Emmrich see being with a Warden as simply untenable?

"What?" Hugh blinked, now being the one being shaken out of their thoughts as he realized Emmrich had taken his comment to heart. That brought the smile back to his face.

"Dinner and a stroll? My heart's racing already." He had no idea where in the Necropolis would be especially lovely—fascinating, for sure, but Hugh's curiosity was piqued.

"Could finish off a roast boar on my lonesome if given half the chance, but if the Watch is vegetarian,n I don't want to impose on some poor beast's life for my sole comfort." Hugh was genuine about that—he had lived on enough starvation rations to not be picky. Well, mostly. "I hate stewed fruits and anything with nuts, though. Especially pears and chestnuts. Blegh."

For emphasis, Hugh scrunched up his face in a way that could only be described as exaggerated and childish. He righted his expression and said,

"I leave myself entirely in your capable, romantic hands, Emmrich."

Edited 2025-04-08 23:08 (UTC)

Funny, how a man that needed praise the way plants needed water could completely dodge the question about his own preferences. Emmrich shifted to his elbows to look down at Hugh and raised an eyebrow.

"I don't believe I asked what you hate, or what you could eat. I believe I asked what you enjoy." He appreciated the empathy for the boar, especially with his own feelings regarding pigs, but they'd absolutely been ready for extensive requests. And with a full day's notice the kitchen staff could easily get what Hugh wanted.

Slowly Emmrich pushed himself up off of Hugh and got to his feet. "I'm going to get what we need to clean up. I'll be right back, darling. I do hope to return to an answer."

True to his word, Emmrich quickly filled a basin in the bathroom and grabbed two cloths. One he used to wipe himself down, and the other he brought back in to gently use to clean Hugh.

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