Admittedly, Hugh wasn't sure what to make of Emmrich at first. Initial impressions were that he had money, not that he was necessarily noble despite his multisyllabic last name and good posture. No one, no matter how desperate, would send blue blood out in the middle of the desert to ask for help. Typically, he had always dealt with couriers or the sort until something was set in stone. Emmrich, having been the first one he met, already spoke highly of him, and everything that came out after...well— it led them both here, didn't it?
The man was a rare bird, after all.
"The words I can recognize well enough but couldn't spell worth a damn could fill half a dozen books," Hugh retorted with an air of waspishness he could curb quick enough. He hadn't meant to bristle, and regretted it more that Emmrich's tone of presumed indifference was just simple exhaustion. Hugh flushed when he realized Emmrich must have been nodding off.
"I mean—" Hugh sat a little straight and pulled Emmrich closer, "You sure? You seem to be fighting to stay awake."
The aggravation in Hugh's tone snapped Emmrich out of his grogginess and he pulled away a little to take a closer look at the man, despite how he wanted simply to relax in that hold. He had no idea as to the source of the irritation.
"Activities today have certainly been... taxing," he admitted, working to make certain there was a lightness to his voice. "Of which I have no complaint. But something has you on edge, my dear."
There would be so much stress awaiting them shortly. It was possible Hugh was already feeling it and was bothered by Emmrich drifting off. Emmrich wasn't unstressed by any means. Hugh's physical presence simply helped push that back.
Much as he wanted to reel Emmrich back in, Hugh loosened his grip when the older man leaned away. Immediately, Hugh felt far too exposed under the gentle scrutiny of those olive-hazel eyes and wished they were still unfocused by exhaustion. True, it wasn't very fair of him to feel that way. Given that Emmrich couldn't even have the passing thought of frowning without Hugh picking up on it.
"I'm not-" Hugh bristled but caught himself this time and shook his head. No one had ever been this on top of his own emotional state the way Emmrich was. It wasn't overwhelming, just different, and Hugh wasn't about to let his temper get the better of him. "Maybe I'm more keyed up from earlier, or worried about tomorrow, than I realized, sorry."
Emmrich reached up slowly to cup the side of Hugh's face. He didn't want to risk startling his love, or make him recoil.
"It is entirely understandable. We have been in a whirlwind for days, and there is more yet to come." He shifted so he could kiss Hugh's cheek. "Would you like to talk? I'm here for you, either way. We could also return to the book, or curl up close together until sleep claims us both."
While he could easily fall back asleep, he was awake enough now to stay that way if Hugh needed him to do so.
No, Hugh wanted to say, and far too quickly. He had never been one to avoid his problems, but his feelings on them were another beast entirely. Emmrich had never called Hugh out on his reluctance to say what was on his mind, or what weighed on his heart, but this— well, what they had was still so new.
Hugh was admittedly torn by one simple question. He didn't want to discuss the days ahead, and his reluctance to face them. Neither did he want to upset Emmrich.
"More like a maelstrom," He said dryly after a silence. The kiss to the cheek was welcome, though, and Hugh leaned into it gladly.
"I think," Hugh continued as he set the book aside and curled in closer until he could rest his head on Emmrich's shoulder. "That I'm ready to turn in for the night. Mind's been too loud for one day, I'm ready for it to shut up."
Maelstrom was not an understatement, unfortunately. Especially once Hugh's fellow Wardens arrived. The Necropolis would fight for one of their own, and Emmrich was going to have to find a way to mediate. Akil deserved choices in his life, everyone did, but they couldn't reveal that Nevarra was ruled by mages for the sake of one. The longer the pretense that King Markus was still alive lasted, the better for the entire country. So war it could not be. Not to mention he didn't want such conflict with Hugh.
All of that meant that Hugh made a very good point. It was time to sleep. Emmrich kissed the top of Hugh's head before shifting, pulling them both down and under the blankets while encouraging Hugh to be on top of him.
"I think that sounds like an excellent idea. Come, be my blanket? I find your weight to be incredibly reassuring." It would mean he might face a challenge when it came to stretching in the morning, something he'd been skipping for far too many mornings at this point, but he longed for this nonetheless. He could figure out extricating himself when he woke up.
The knowledge that the day when the Wardens would arrive was fast approaching weighed heavily on Hugh's heart. The risk of tensions between his people and Emmrich's growing to a potentially catastrophic fever pitch meant he had to keep a level head. How was he supposed to do that when pulled between his brothers and sisters, and Emmrich? He hadn't come to Nevarra expecting to find something to lose, let alone something he desperately didn't want to.
All that had to be pushed down, for now. They needed to rest. Being tired and miserable over a probable disaster was worse than just simply miserable.
"Maker only knows why," Hugh huffed out a laugh and put on a brave face as he settled in, "Just hit me in the ribs if I get too heavy. Night, love." The last several hours had drained Hugh entirely, so he was fortunate enough to find a quick plummet into a blessedly dreamless sleep.
Without sunlight, it was his own circadian rhythm that eventually roused him to blinking groggily with his face pressed into silk sheets. Hugh groaned and turned his head, expecting to need an apology ready for drooling on Emmrich's neck. Only that wasn't the case, and instead, Hugh found himself groping around cool sheets without a familiar body to pull in close. With another groan, this time one of petulant complaint, Hugh pushed himself on his hands and knees. Fully prepared to whine to Emmrich when he came out of the bathroom or from the front room with tea for abandoning him.
That wasn't where Emmrich was at all, and in fact, the older man was far closer than Hugh assumed. There, on the open floor space between the bed and the vanity, was Emmrich. Only he wasn't drying off from a shower or enjoying his morning tea. Emmrich was currently stretched in a position Hugh would have called impossible if he hadn't put the man in something similar before.
"Well, well," Hugh said before giving a low whistle. "Thought I'd miss the sunrise down here but I have to say this view more than makes up for it."
Distantly he heard Hugh groaning and moving around on the bed, but his focus was a world away. The stretches were meditative just as much as they pushed his body and kept him in shape. Emmrich reached the end of one series. Before he could shift to neutral and start the next, a whistle pierced through his detachment.
He turned his head to see his audience and couldn't help but smirk, just a little.
"Are you saying you're the type to greet the sunrise? That wasn't the impression I'd gotten, but perhaps I was wrong." Slowly Emmrich stretched out before shifting a position that started exactly zero of his stretch sequences, on his hands and knees. "Would you care to join me? Staying flexible requires constant work."
It was an earnest enough offer, to join him in actual stretching exercises... but he wouldn't object to Hugh joining him for other exercising. It might be rather smart to blow off a little steam before the day truly started. On the other hand, he might be thinking with something other than his brain. It was hard to tell when Hugh was involved.
At first glance, once the cobwebs of sleep were brushed out from behind his eyes, Hugh noticed Emmrich seemed off in his own world. A few Wardens knew did something similar during his time at Weisshaupt. Instead of contorting themselves into rather sinful positions, they would sit cross-legged outside for hours. Hugh vastly preferred this sight over the other.
That whistle did its job, and Hugh was now grinning broadly.
"Not always by choice, no, but my point stands." Hugh reclined on the bed and propped his head up on his bended arm. "I think I'd rather enjoy the view from here, thanks. Though..."
Hugh made no effort to hide the wolfish hunger in his eyes as he devoured the sight laid out before him.
"I'll be a lot more eager to greet the day ahead if you come up here and demonstrate some of that flexibility before the morning gets away from us."
Being an enjoyable view sent a thrill through him, he wouldn't deny it. The way Hugh looked at him encouraged his heart, ego, and spirit, among other things. It also served as quite the distraction. If Hugh had joined him Emmrich might have continued with the routine he'd sorely neglected these last several days.
But Hugh was remaining on the bed, and Emmrich was incredibly weak for his love. Emmrich shifted back onto his knees and raised an eyebrow at him.
"Who am I to deny you?" Smoothly he rose to his feet without using his hands, partially to show off, and partially to untie the sash of the robe he'd slipped on. Now it was open Emmrich climbed onto the bed and knelt beside Hugh.
"What position would you like me in, gorgeous?" Emmrich reached over to take the hand that wasn't currently holding Hugh's head up and placed it on his hip. "And if you need a little sustenance to further assist with the day, you could consider biting somewhere around here, somewhere a little... erogenous."
"Are you trying to impress me?" Hugh asked as he watched Emmrich rise with a fluidity that would have sent himself toppling forward and flat on his face. The smile on his face widened. "Because it's working."
If Hugh hadn't been fully awake before the sight of the silk robe sliding down Emmrich's slender shoulders, revealing the long torso and a waist Hugh could easily wrap both hands around, certainly got him alert. He was already halfway 'risen' by the time Emmrich was by his side. Hugh nearly, unthinkingly, wanted to reach out with the hand not guided to Emmrich's hip to touch him more. Having his head knocked against the headboard wouldn't have been grand, so he caught himself in time.
"Maybe, and I can think of a few..." Hugh replied, his grin going noticeably more toothy as he rolled languidly onto his back with his hand traveling further along Emmrich's hip until he was heavily petting the older man's inner thigh.
"You know, what with those skelehorses, I imagine you don't do much, if any riding...you could always try your hand riding me, though." Because, of course, Hugh would lead into sex with a pun this early in the morning.
He was, in fact, showing off. While he had none of Hugh's impressive musculature, Emmrich worked to stay limber and strong. He liked showing that off for Hugh. He liked even more that Hugh appreciated said showing off.
The near-miss of Hugh's head to the headboard made his breath catch before he was shaking his own head at how absolutely unfazed his love was. His love, who was noticeably turned on. Emmrich's gaze turned dark as he took in the whole of Hugh's stretched-out form.
"Could I?" he asked, teasingly, as his cock twitched in interest. Hugh's hand certainly wasn't hindering matters. Emmrich swung a leg over to straddle Hugh and met Hugh's gaze with a smug smile.
"You're right. I very rarely ride. I may be out of practice. Be a dear and make sure I'm ready for it, will you?" He used his chin to indicate the green bottle on the nightstand, just in Hugh's reach, before bending forward and starting to kiss along Hugh's neck and shoulder, nipping lightly at the skin there.
Hugh let out a slight grunt when Emmrich dropped into his lap. The man weighed less than the war hammer Hugh swung around with abandon, but days on the road and that night in the woods had taken their toll. Altogether, Hugh was fine, and more to the point, he was more than ready to be rode hard and hung up wet.
"Oh, I think I could keep you in the saddle." This was clearly tickling Emmrich as much as it was Hugh, so he couldn't help but keep the joke going with a provocative waggle of his brow.
Reaching out blindly, Hugh's fingers wrapped around the smooth glass of the little dark green bottle and thumbed off the cork with little fanfare. It was a bit of a challenge to pour a measure into his palm behind Emmrich's back as the older man nipped at his neck. He nearly dropped the bottle when a harder bite scared a chuckle out of him, but he managed.
"Shouldn't take up the whole morning," Hugh said against Emmrich's temple as he let his slickened fingers tease the crease of his lover's ass before working against the resistence of tight muscle. "People will talk."
"I'm glad to hear you won't be trying to buck me off," Emmrich replied. The horse comparisons were preferable to the dog ones, though for the life of him Emmrich couldn't put his finger on precisely why. Perhaps it was because this was just a little play, while Hugh seemed to genuinely think of himself as less than a person and the previous dog and monster comparisons felt like they were tied into that.
This, though, this felt ridiculous but also safe and sexual. It felt all the more sexual when the scent of clove filled the air, followed by Hugh's fingers working on and then into him.
"Thankfully it's early enough in the--ah, oh, right there, love." His voice shifted from mischievous to heavy with want as Hugh pressed against his prostate. After a moment of enjoying that, and rocking back to try to keep Hugh's fingers there, Emmrich attempted to continue his sentence. "It's early enough in the morning that we've time for this and cleanup before anyone would expect us anywhere."
Yes, he was often out and about in the Necropolis earlier than they would be today, but some mornings he stayed in and worked instead. No one would notice, save perhaps Myrna and Vorgoth.
Emmrich resumed his kissing, going upward this time until he found Hugh's lips and kissed him briefly there while reaching down. "Give me some of the oil, dearest, I want to stroke you. And then it will be all the easier for us both when you feel I'm ready." There was something to be said for Hugh taking him with force, only for Emmrich to compound the tension by taking control after and riding him into the mattress.
"I still might," Hugh said coyly with a wink. "Could always get a little overly excited, or spooked."
Part of him distantly expected Emmrich to chastise Hugh as he did whenever he called himself a monster or something similar. This time, at least, Emmrich was going along with it, so Hugh might as well literally lie back and enjoy the ride.
"Right here?" Hugh asked with a note of mischief as he crooked his fingers in a way he knew would push Emmrich close to the edge. Without daylight, Hugh didn't know how early it was, but hearing they had time was heartening. "Was never an early riser, but you're certainly making me see the benefits."
At least he knew he could (probably) look Myrna in the face and Vorgoth for what approximated a face later this morning. Hugh was already under the impression that both had a rather dim view of Emmrich's pet backwater Warden as it stood. Distracting him from his duties as senior necromancer sure wasn't going to win Hugh any points in his favor.
Hugh hummed into the kiss and greedily tasted his lover until they parted. Gently, but tortuously quick, Hugh slid his hand out from Emmrich and with the other hand, passed him the bottle.
"I get to watch you, as far as I'm concerned, I have the easiest job in the world."
"I don't think I'll ever be disappointed by you reacting... forcefully," Emmrich drawled. He liked the wink, the sass, everything about how playful Hugh could be in bed. Hugh was delightful.
Before he could get carried away with the teasing, Hugh crooked his fingers in a way that had Emmrich moaning and practically melting on top of the man. Maker, the way the man could undo him with such ease. His hands were magical even if the man himself technically was no mage. Hugh pulling his fingers out of Emmrich and leaving him bereft drew a protesting whimper; he'd wanted that to continue as he prepared in return. Maybe sometime in the future he could persuade Hugh to completely undo him with hands alone. A mage could dream.
Instead of asking Hugh to return to his so-desired attentions, Emmrich simply oiled his hand and reached down blindly, stroking Hugh's cock with painful slowness in return for being left empty. He didn't need to make Hugh harder. He just needed to get the oil there. The moment he thought things sufficiently made ready Emmrich shifted back up to his knees and positioned himself above Hugh.
"Watch me, and touch me. I will never tire of your touch, my Hugh." As he spoke Hugh's name, Emmrich guided Hugh's cock and slowly began to sink down upon it.
"Oh, please touch me," he groaned out. Sex with Hugh was incredible, but Emmrich needed more, needed the connection, the physical contact, and all the sentiment he could get. In the meantime his eyes closed. Taking Hugh fully was always intense, even with gravity assisting. Or perhaps it was made more intense by said gravity.
Some part of Hugh was whispering in the back of his mind to draw this out and truly make Emmrich beg. Those soft whimpers he could tease out of the older man with the right application of pressure were intoxicating, and Hugh was becoming terribly greedy for more. One of these days, when they had the time, Hugh wanted to spread Emmrich out on this bed in a debauched tableau and pick him apart for hours.
When the warm oil and faint pressure of Emmrich's fingers wrapped around his cock, Hught forgot all about the future. He let his head fall back against the headboard and groaned, low and guttural. His hands reflexively went to Emmrich's hips in a loose grip as he felt his love pull up before slowly taking him.
The grip tightened hard enough to almost bruise when that warm heat surrounded Hugh and Emmrich's gorgeous face was in broken bliss, staring down at him. Hugh understood now why people were stupid enough to want to stare at the sun if it felt even a fraction like this.
"I am—" Hugh grunted breathlessly as he shouldered his way up until he was propped high on the pillows. His smile was still teasing, still with so much promise to make Emmrich shatter. With his hold tight on Emmrich's hips, Hugh bucked his hips up until he bottomed out. "Touching you, aren't I?""
Beautiful, the way Hugh relaxed underneath him, surrendering to sensation. Emmrich was quite certain he would never get over how happy he was to give that to Hugh. He strongly doubted anyone else had done so, and that anyone else had ever seen Hugh quite like this.
Emmrich's gaze was intent on his beloved as the man moved and spoke, but even that was not enough to prepare him for the hard thrust. He made an inarticulate noise that was pure need; words were beyond him in this moment. For a few moments, in fact, Emmrich was bent forward, riding the waves of sensation that Hugh gave him. Finally he caught his breath and looked down at the magnificent expression on Hugh's face. He couldn't help but shake his head in fondness.
"Menace," he said with warmth. "My beloved menace." He rested a hand on Hugh's chest as he started the first slow slide upward. Hugh's hair got a brush of the fingers of Emmrich's free hand before Emmrich shifted to rest both hands on Hugh's pecs, palming his nipples. The slide down this time was easier but not quite yet easy.
"You know full well what I meant." Not like he was complaining. He was enjoying all of this, especially the teasing. Emmrich set a slow but steady pace to start, knowing it would be far from enough for either of them. They had time. He wanted to cherish the playfulness here and to encourage it.
"I might have some idea," Hugh answer, voice throatier as Emmrich sank back down on his cock, elliciting a groan from him that rattle in his chest like a contented purr. Emmrich was so pliant, warm, and wonderful. Hugh could live being the older man's menace if it meant those clever hands stayed on him.
When Emmrich briefly carded his hand through Hugh's hair, Hugh turned his head and stole a brief kiss to the other's inner wrist. The gently perfumed scent of Emmrich's skin got a low moan from Hugh. Amber eyes were blown to a thin halo of brown as his pupils expanded along with his fangs. He'd never, of course, bite Emmrich without warning, but even he could be subject to whims. At least Emmrich kept his hands far away enough while Hugh got himself back under control.
"Gorgoues..." Hugh said with a sense of reference as his hand slid up the older man's thigh to wrap around the too-long neglected cock. He gave Emmrich's erection a few shallow strokes before giving another thrust upward. "Could watch you ride me all day."
Hugh drove the breath out of Emmrich, with touch, with thrust, but especially with words. Even when Hugh's other hunger made itself known, Hugh was present here with Emmrich. And gentle. So gentle. Each stroke was light, and even so traced sparks along his cock.
"Perhaps one day," he groaned out, bottoming out again. Emmrich didn't pause there. He wanted Hugh far less composed, and resting would defeat that. After a quick pinch of one of Hugh's nipples Emmrich sat back oh his heels and began to legitimately ride the man, using every muscle in his thighs to do so. They were going to burn later. It would be entirely worth it.
"I think I'd like to be at your disposal, entirely so, for a the whole of a day." It was getting more difficult to speak with each relentless slide up and down, and with Hugh's hand and gaze on him. Emmrich met the latter, drinking in the sight of his beautiful, flushed lover. "Could have me any, every way you want, at every moment."
In the current moment heat was building in his core with each thrust. Emmrich reached out a hand and let the lightest burst of lightning issue from his fingertips, enough to make Hugh's formerly pinched nipple tingle.
"You make me feel incredible. Wanton. Needy. Desperate. Everything for you, my Hugh."
"A whole day?" Hugh barked out a laugh that made him feel dizzy and breathless, wrapped up in the promise alone of such a thing. Emmrich really was in the mood if he was coming up with scenarios like that. "Maker, and here I was worried about being too much with my own appetites when you're planning on draining my bloody dry."
As if on cue, Hugh hissed through his teeth when Emmrich changed position and started riding him in earnest. Fangs were peeking out past Hugh's lower lip and threatened to break skin as he worried his fangs into flesh when Emmrich did that little trick with his nipple. Cheeky man, even when he was fucking himself silly. Hugh adored him for that.
"Fuuck—" Hugh's grip on Emmrich's thigh became bruising with a jolt of what felt like a built-up static charge shot through his already abused nipple. The shock of it, literally, got Hugh to buck again—this time like he really would knock Emmrich out of the saddle, so to speak. And Emmrich accused Hugh of being a menace? "The hands on you, I swear, I'm....Emmrich, I'm close, just like that, love."
Emmrich laughed back, briefly, beaming down at his love. "Adorable," he breathed as the tips of Hugh's fangs made their appearance. It shouldn't be adorable. Likely he should be worried about how often they were out, but he couldn't find it in himself to fear Hugh.
Hugh's grab and the jerk of his hips sent Emmrich forward, grabbing his partner's shoulder for stability as he laughed again.
"Your hands are incredibly gifted. I simply have to keep up." He stayed bent forward, shifting to a rocking motion so he could keep one hand on Hugh's shoulder while the other traced warm lines over his love's chest. He was so loved and even admired by this bright, delightful man, and even if he wanted to he'd never deny the effect being called 'love' by Hugh had on him. After a few more rocking motions back onto Hugh's cock and forward into his love's hand and Emmrich was spilling between them, whispering how much he loved his partner right back.
No one had looked at an obligate predator's fangs the size of a man's thumb and called them adorable, until Emmrich, anyway. Hugh's face momentarily lost its blissed out expression, replaced with a look of being completely caught off guard. That shouldn't have surprised him; Emmrich had always been uniquely accepting of Hugh's situation, but Hugh was still getting used to it. Being looked at the way Emmrich did—cherished, cared for.
Then Emmrich was practically collapsed on top of him, and Hugh canted his head in another moan. It was strange how the first feeling that came to mind then was, of all things, safe. Hugh's hand moved from Emmrich's thigh to around his shoulders, craving and chasing that sensation. He wanted to keep feeling safe with Emmrich's slender body draped over his own.
"Emmrich, I'm—" Hugh's voice broke in a stuttering mess as he spilled inside the older man with a weak thrust of his hips and shuddering in hale that made his chest feel like it was flooded with ice water. He wanted his lover closer and drew him in, head trying to rise off the pillow with fangs coming dangerously close to the other's shoulder. "Emmrich, Emmrich— can I...?"
To be held in this moment was utter bliss. Hugh paid attention to what Emmrich needed, and here he was, getting all of it. He pressed his temple to Hugh's as the man stiffened and finished inside him. Before he could relax, though, came the question he had known would come before long.
"Of course," Emmrich said without hesitation. His earlier request about where was still something he wanted, but at the same time Hugh would have to stop holding him to comply, so he was torn. "Of course. You're so good for me, so good to me, so of course. But if, only if you want, could you bite somewhere erogenous? I want to feel that. But you can do that another time if you're weary now."
There. A reasonable compromise, and Emmrich stroked his fingers gently through Hugh's hair to emphasize how comfortable he was with all of this.
The sounds of both their hearts racing to the same thundering beat flooded Hugh's head, and for a moment, it was all he could hear. Blood rushed from his head along with what little energy he had left until Hugh was near delirious with bliss. Blunted nails scraped down Emmrich's back as they settled against one another.
Of course, Emmrich said. So readily and without a note of fear. Hugh's heart stuttered in his chest as a physical, jerking reminder of what falling in love was like. Hugh opened his mouth, the barest hint of fang brushing on Emmrich's shoulder — when Emmrich spoke again.
There was something that Hugh called, rather crudely, a post-nut clarity after even the most vigorous round of sex that tended to hit him with the force of a warhammer.
"What?" Hugh asked, craning his head back to look at Emmrich fully, brow arched. He thinks Emmrich said that word before, but at the time, Hugh had been too hard to really think of pay much attention. "Sorry, bite you...where, exactly?"
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The man was a rare bird, after all.
"The words I can recognize well enough but couldn't spell worth a damn could fill half a dozen books," Hugh retorted with an air of waspishness he could curb quick enough. He hadn't meant to bristle, and regretted it more that Emmrich's tone of presumed indifference was just simple exhaustion. Hugh flushed when he realized Emmrich must have been nodding off.
"I mean—" Hugh sat a little straight and pulled Emmrich closer, "You sure? You seem to be fighting to stay awake."
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"Activities today have certainly been... taxing," he admitted, working to make certain there was a lightness to his voice. "Of which I have no complaint. But something has you on edge, my dear."
There would be so much stress awaiting them shortly. It was possible Hugh was already feeling it and was bothered by Emmrich drifting off. Emmrich wasn't unstressed by any means. Hugh's physical presence simply helped push that back.
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"I'm not-" Hugh bristled but caught himself this time and shook his head. No one had ever been this on top of his own emotional state the way Emmrich was. It wasn't overwhelming, just different, and Hugh wasn't about to let his temper get the better of him. "Maybe I'm more keyed up from earlier, or worried about tomorrow, than I realized, sorry."
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"It is entirely understandable. We have been in a whirlwind for days, and there is more yet to come." He shifted so he could kiss Hugh's cheek. "Would you like to talk? I'm here for you, either way. We could also return to the book, or curl up close together until sleep claims us both."
While he could easily fall back asleep, he was awake enough now to stay that way if Hugh needed him to do so.
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Hugh was admittedly torn by one simple question. He didn't want to discuss the days ahead, and his reluctance to face them. Neither did he want to upset Emmrich.
"More like a maelstrom," He said dryly after a silence. The kiss to the cheek was welcome, though, and Hugh leaned into it gladly.
"I think," Hugh continued as he set the book aside and curled in closer until he could rest his head on Emmrich's shoulder. "That I'm ready to turn in for the night. Mind's been too loud for one day, I'm ready for it to shut up."
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All of that meant that Hugh made a very good point. It was time to sleep. Emmrich kissed the top of Hugh's head before shifting, pulling them both down and under the blankets while encouraging Hugh to be on top of him.
"I think that sounds like an excellent idea. Come, be my blanket? I find your weight to be incredibly reassuring." It would mean he might face a challenge when it came to stretching in the morning, something he'd been skipping for far too many mornings at this point, but he longed for this nonetheless. He could figure out extricating himself when he woke up.
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All that had to be pushed down, for now. They needed to rest. Being tired and miserable over a probable disaster was worse than just simply miserable.
"Maker only knows why," Hugh huffed out a laugh and put on a brave face as he settled in, "Just hit me in the ribs if I get too heavy. Night, love." The last several hours had drained Hugh entirely, so he was fortunate enough to find a quick plummet into a blessedly dreamless sleep.
Without sunlight, it was his own circadian rhythm that eventually roused him to blinking groggily with his face pressed into silk sheets. Hugh groaned and turned his head, expecting to need an apology ready for drooling on Emmrich's neck. Only that wasn't the case, and instead, Hugh found himself groping around cool sheets without a familiar body to pull in close. With another groan, this time one of petulant complaint, Hugh pushed himself on his hands and knees. Fully prepared to whine to Emmrich when he came out of the bathroom or from the front room with tea for abandoning him.
That wasn't where Emmrich was at all, and in fact, the older man was far closer than Hugh assumed. There, on the open floor space between the bed and the vanity, was Emmrich. Only he wasn't drying off from a shower or enjoying his morning tea. Emmrich was currently stretched in a position Hugh would have called impossible if he hadn't put the man in something similar before.
"Well, well," Hugh said before giving a low whistle. "Thought I'd miss the sunrise down here but I have to say this view more than makes up for it."
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He turned his head to see his audience and couldn't help but smirk, just a little.
"Are you saying you're the type to greet the sunrise? That wasn't the impression I'd gotten, but perhaps I was wrong." Slowly Emmrich stretched out before shifting a position that started exactly zero of his stretch sequences, on his hands and knees. "Would you care to join me? Staying flexible requires constant work."
It was an earnest enough offer, to join him in actual stretching exercises... but he wouldn't object to Hugh joining him for other exercising. It might be rather smart to blow off a little steam before the day truly started. On the other hand, he might be thinking with something other than his brain. It was hard to tell when Hugh was involved.
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That whistle did its job, and Hugh was now grinning broadly.
"Not always by choice, no, but my point stands." Hugh reclined on the bed and propped his head up on his bended arm. "I think I'd rather enjoy the view from here, thanks. Though..."
Hugh made no effort to hide the wolfish hunger in his eyes as he devoured the sight laid out before him.
"I'll be a lot more eager to greet the day ahead if you come up here and demonstrate some of that flexibility before the morning gets away from us."
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But Hugh was remaining on the bed, and Emmrich was incredibly weak for his love. Emmrich shifted back onto his knees and raised an eyebrow at him.
"Who am I to deny you?" Smoothly he rose to his feet without using his hands, partially to show off, and partially to untie the sash of the robe he'd slipped on. Now it was open Emmrich climbed onto the bed and knelt beside Hugh.
"What position would you like me in, gorgeous?" Emmrich reached over to take the hand that wasn't currently holding Hugh's head up and placed it on his hip. "And if you need a little sustenance to further assist with the day, you could consider biting somewhere around here, somewhere a little... erogenous."
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If Hugh hadn't been fully awake before the sight of the silk robe sliding down Emmrich's slender shoulders, revealing the long torso and a waist Hugh could easily wrap both hands around, certainly got him alert. He was already halfway 'risen' by the time Emmrich was by his side. Hugh nearly, unthinkingly, wanted to reach out with the hand not guided to Emmrich's hip to touch him more. Having his head knocked against the headboard wouldn't have been grand, so he caught himself in time.
"Maybe, and I can think of a few..." Hugh replied, his grin going noticeably more toothy as he rolled languidly onto his back with his hand traveling further along Emmrich's hip until he was heavily petting the older man's inner thigh.
"You know, what with those skelehorses, I imagine you don't do much, if any riding...you could always try your hand riding me, though." Because, of course, Hugh would lead into sex with a pun this early in the morning.
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The near-miss of Hugh's head to the headboard made his breath catch before he was shaking his own head at how absolutely unfazed his love was. His love, who was noticeably turned on. Emmrich's gaze turned dark as he took in the whole of Hugh's stretched-out form.
"Could I?" he asked, teasingly, as his cock twitched in interest. Hugh's hand certainly wasn't hindering matters. Emmrich swung a leg over to straddle Hugh and met Hugh's gaze with a smug smile.
"You're right. I very rarely ride. I may be out of practice. Be a dear and make sure I'm ready for it, will you?" He used his chin to indicate the green bottle on the nightstand, just in Hugh's reach, before bending forward and starting to kiss along Hugh's neck and shoulder, nipping lightly at the skin there.
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"Oh, I think I could keep you in the saddle." This was clearly tickling Emmrich as much as it was Hugh, so he couldn't help but keep the joke going with a provocative waggle of his brow.
Reaching out blindly, Hugh's fingers wrapped around the smooth glass of the little dark green bottle and thumbed off the cork with little fanfare. It was a bit of a challenge to pour a measure into his palm behind Emmrich's back as the older man nipped at his neck. He nearly dropped the bottle when a harder bite scared a chuckle out of him, but he managed.
"Shouldn't take up the whole morning," Hugh said against Emmrich's temple as he let his slickened fingers tease the crease of his lover's ass before working against the resistence of tight muscle. "People will talk."
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This, though, this felt ridiculous but also safe and sexual. It felt all the more sexual when the scent of clove filled the air, followed by Hugh's fingers working on and then into him.
"Thankfully it's early enough in the--ah, oh, right there, love." His voice shifted from mischievous to heavy with want as Hugh pressed against his prostate. After a moment of enjoying that, and rocking back to try to keep Hugh's fingers there, Emmrich attempted to continue his sentence. "It's early enough in the morning that we've time for this and cleanup before anyone would expect us anywhere."
Yes, he was often out and about in the Necropolis earlier than they would be today, but some mornings he stayed in and worked instead. No one would notice, save perhaps Myrna and Vorgoth.
Emmrich resumed his kissing, going upward this time until he found Hugh's lips and kissed him briefly there while reaching down. "Give me some of the oil, dearest, I want to stroke you. And then it will be all the easier for us both when you feel I'm ready." There was something to be said for Hugh taking him with force, only for Emmrich to compound the tension by taking control after and riding him into the mattress.
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Part of him distantly expected Emmrich to chastise Hugh as he did whenever he called himself a monster or something similar. This time, at least, Emmrich was going along with it, so Hugh might as well literally lie back and enjoy the ride.
"Right here?" Hugh asked with a note of mischief as he crooked his fingers in a way he knew would push Emmrich close to the edge. Without daylight, Hugh didn't know how early it was, but hearing they had time was heartening. "Was never an early riser, but you're certainly making me see the benefits."
At least he knew he could (probably) look Myrna in the face and Vorgoth for what approximated a face later this morning. Hugh was already under the impression that both had a rather dim view of Emmrich's pet backwater Warden as it stood. Distracting him from his duties as senior necromancer sure wasn't going to win Hugh any points in his favor.
Hugh hummed into the kiss and greedily tasted his lover until they parted. Gently, but tortuously quick, Hugh slid his hand out from Emmrich and with the other hand, passed him the bottle.
"I get to watch you, as far as I'm concerned, I have the easiest job in the world."
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Before he could get carried away with the teasing, Hugh crooked his fingers in a way that had Emmrich moaning and practically melting on top of the man. Maker, the way the man could undo him with such ease. His hands were magical even if the man himself technically was no mage. Hugh pulling his fingers out of Emmrich and leaving him bereft drew a protesting whimper; he'd wanted that to continue as he prepared in return. Maybe sometime in the future he could persuade Hugh to completely undo him with hands alone. A mage could dream.
Instead of asking Hugh to return to his so-desired attentions, Emmrich simply oiled his hand and reached down blindly, stroking Hugh's cock with painful slowness in return for being left empty. He didn't need to make Hugh harder. He just needed to get the oil there. The moment he thought things sufficiently made ready Emmrich shifted back up to his knees and positioned himself above Hugh.
"Watch me, and touch me. I will never tire of your touch, my Hugh." As he spoke Hugh's name, Emmrich guided Hugh's cock and slowly began to sink down upon it.
"Oh, please touch me," he groaned out. Sex with Hugh was incredible, but Emmrich needed more, needed the connection, the physical contact, and all the sentiment he could get. In the meantime his eyes closed. Taking Hugh fully was always intense, even with gravity assisting. Or perhaps it was made more intense by said gravity.
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When the warm oil and faint pressure of Emmrich's fingers wrapped around his cock, Hught forgot all about the future. He let his head fall back against the headboard and groaned, low and guttural. His hands reflexively went to Emmrich's hips in a loose grip as he felt his love pull up before slowly taking him.
The grip tightened hard enough to almost bruise when that warm heat surrounded Hugh and Emmrich's gorgeous face was in broken bliss, staring down at him. Hugh understood now why people were stupid enough to want to stare at the sun if it felt even a fraction like this.
"I am—" Hugh grunted breathlessly as he shouldered his way up until he was propped high on the pillows. His smile was still teasing, still with so much promise to make Emmrich shatter. With his hold tight on Emmrich's hips, Hugh bucked his hips up until he bottomed out. "Touching you, aren't I?""
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Emmrich's gaze was intent on his beloved as the man moved and spoke, but even that was not enough to prepare him for the hard thrust. He made an inarticulate noise that was pure need; words were beyond him in this moment. For a few moments, in fact, Emmrich was bent forward, riding the waves of sensation that Hugh gave him. Finally he caught his breath and looked down at the magnificent expression on Hugh's face. He couldn't help but shake his head in fondness.
"Menace," he said with warmth. "My beloved menace." He rested a hand on Hugh's chest as he started the first slow slide upward. Hugh's hair got a brush of the fingers of Emmrich's free hand before Emmrich shifted to rest both hands on Hugh's pecs, palming his nipples. The slide down this time was easier but not quite yet easy.
"You know full well what I meant." Not like he was complaining. He was enjoying all of this, especially the teasing. Emmrich set a slow but steady pace to start, knowing it would be far from enough for either of them. They had time. He wanted to cherish the playfulness here and to encourage it.
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When Emmrich briefly carded his hand through Hugh's hair, Hugh turned his head and stole a brief kiss to the other's inner wrist. The gently perfumed scent of Emmrich's skin got a low moan from Hugh. Amber eyes were blown to a thin halo of brown as his pupils expanded along with his fangs. He'd never, of course, bite Emmrich without warning, but even he could be subject to whims. At least Emmrich kept his hands far away enough while Hugh got himself back under control.
"Gorgoues..." Hugh said with a sense of reference as his hand slid up the older man's thigh to wrap around the too-long neglected cock. He gave Emmrich's erection a few shallow strokes before giving another thrust upward. "Could watch you ride me all day."
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"Perhaps one day," he groaned out, bottoming out again. Emmrich didn't pause there. He wanted Hugh far less composed, and resting would defeat that. After a quick pinch of one of Hugh's nipples Emmrich sat back oh his heels and began to legitimately ride the man, using every muscle in his thighs to do so. They were going to burn later. It would be entirely worth it.
"I think I'd like to be at your disposal, entirely so, for a the whole of a day." It was getting more difficult to speak with each relentless slide up and down, and with Hugh's hand and gaze on him. Emmrich met the latter, drinking in the sight of his beautiful, flushed lover. "Could have me any, every way you want, at every moment."
In the current moment heat was building in his core with each thrust. Emmrich reached out a hand and let the lightest burst of lightning issue from his fingertips, enough to make Hugh's formerly pinched nipple tingle.
"You make me feel incredible. Wanton. Needy. Desperate. Everything for you, my Hugh."
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As if on cue, Hugh hissed through his teeth when Emmrich changed position and started riding him in earnest. Fangs were peeking out past Hugh's lower lip and threatened to break skin as he worried his fangs into flesh when Emmrich did that little trick with his nipple. Cheeky man, even when he was fucking himself silly. Hugh adored him for that.
"Fuuck—" Hugh's grip on Emmrich's thigh became bruising with a jolt of what felt like a built-up static charge shot through his already abused nipple. The shock of it, literally, got Hugh to buck again—this time like he really would knock Emmrich out of the saddle, so to speak. And Emmrich accused Hugh of being a menace? "The hands on you, I swear, I'm....Emmrich, I'm close, just like that, love."
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Hugh's grab and the jerk of his hips sent Emmrich forward, grabbing his partner's shoulder for stability as he laughed again.
"Your hands are incredibly gifted. I simply have to keep up." He stayed bent forward, shifting to a rocking motion so he could keep one hand on Hugh's shoulder while the other traced warm lines over his love's chest. He was so loved and even admired by this bright, delightful man, and even if he wanted to he'd never deny the effect being called 'love' by Hugh had on him. After a few more rocking motions back onto Hugh's cock and forward into his love's hand and Emmrich was spilling between them, whispering how much he loved his partner right back.
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Then Emmrich was practically collapsed on top of him, and Hugh canted his head in another moan. It was strange how the first feeling that came to mind then was, of all things, safe. Hugh's hand moved from Emmrich's thigh to around his shoulders, craving and chasing that sensation. He wanted to keep feeling safe with Emmrich's slender body draped over his own.
"Emmrich, I'm—" Hugh's voice broke in a stuttering mess as he spilled inside the older man with a weak thrust of his hips and shuddering in hale that made his chest feel like it was flooded with ice water. He wanted his lover closer and drew him in, head trying to rise off the pillow with fangs coming dangerously close to the other's shoulder. "Emmrich, Emmrich— can I...?"
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"Of course," Emmrich said without hesitation. His earlier request about where was still something he wanted, but at the same time Hugh would have to stop holding him to comply, so he was torn. "Of course. You're so good for me, so good to me, so of course. But if, only if you want, could you bite somewhere erogenous? I want to feel that. But you can do that another time if you're weary now."
There. A reasonable compromise, and Emmrich stroked his fingers gently through Hugh's hair to emphasize how comfortable he was with all of this.
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Of course, Emmrich said. So readily and without a note of fear. Hugh's heart stuttered in his chest as a physical, jerking reminder of what falling in love was like. Hugh opened his mouth, the barest hint of fang brushing on Emmrich's shoulder — when Emmrich spoke again.
There was something that Hugh called, rather crudely, a post-nut clarity after even the most vigorous round of sex that tended to hit him with the force of a warhammer.
"What?" Hugh asked, craning his head back to look at Emmrich fully, brow arched. He thinks Emmrich said that word before, but at the time, Hugh had been too hard to really think of pay much attention. "Sorry, bite you...where, exactly?"
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