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Zel heard the click of the key as they neared the magical door, though he imagined it must have been floating since Ulrich had both arms around him. When Zel pulled up from their kiss to look at their surroundings, they were crossing the threshold intoa bedchamber like Zel’s, but larger, with an even more opulent bed.
Ulrich’s bedchamber at last, which once Zel had hoped to never see, and now longed to never leave.
Ulrich placed him on the bed. Just like in Zel’s chambers, the ceiling was a mirage of shelter, for it protected them but showed through to the clear night sky. Had the stars ever looked so brilliant amid the beautiful unknowable heavens and a diversity of colors, all of which lived in Ulrich’s eyes?
Zel glanced down the bed in search of that galactic gaze, finding Ulrich starting to disrobe. The heavens were not so unknowable for they existed right before him here in this bedchamber.
“Wait.” Zel sat up. “May I unveil you now?”
“Of course.”
When Ulrich had dismissed his disguise earlier, so too had he cast off his modern attire. He wore his sorcerer robes again, ageless in a way, and rich and regal. All he had removed so far were his boots and the sash around his waist. His silk-like robes in midnight blue hung parted, revealing the open line of his chest down to ankle-length pantaloons.
Zel moved to the end of the bed, causing his chemise to cover his bobbing length. He ached from how hard it was. The chemise was a tangled mess, open up top and hanging off one shoulder. As he knelt and began to undress Ulrich, the sorcerer lifted the fall of Zel’s skirt up over the spring of his cock.
Zel flushed from Ulrich’s desire to still see him, enjoying that anyone’s eyes could be on him. That anyone could see him, truly see him, and not think he was something he wasn’t.
Because he was…
He was…
Zel. And with Ulrich, he could finallybeZel.
Zel opened Ulrich’s pantaloons first but didn’t yet lower them. He reached up inside the robe and pushed it from Ulrich’s shoulders. The reveal would have been perfect if Zel’s hair that remained around Ulrich’s wrist didn’t catch in the sleeve.
Zel laughed and unwound the hair with a thought. But as it lost its contact with Ulrich’s skin, the curse returned, and Zel finally saw how far up Ulrich’s arm the shrunken blackness went. It reached past his shoulder, like fetid roots, clawing toward Ulrich’s chest.
Immediately, Zel wound a section of hair back around Ulrich’s wrist before the veins could pulse and cause him any pain. The cursed appearance did not disgust Zel, but he preferred when Ulrich’s brow was smooth with relief.
How otherwise broad and toned and perfect Ulrich looked beat any other view Zel had beheld. Since Ulrich’s face was smooth, Zel had expected little to no hair elsewhere, but a dark trail started beneath his navel.
Zel finished untying Ulrich’s pantaloons, so they dropped to his ankles. The dark trail led to a thicker thatch around Ulrich’s cock. Not dauntingly impressive but impeccable enough to inspire a moistening of Zel’s lips.
“May I pleasure you now, my lord, as you did me?”
“Only if you continue to use my name.”
“Ulrich.” Zel laughed again and scooted closer, batting his eyes prettily. “May I please suck your cock, Ulrich?”
“Yes.” Ulrich’s eyes darkened to near black.
Zel descended, reveling in the instant wafting of Ulrich’s musk—moonflowers and sage again, like he always smelled. As unpracticed as Zel was at being bedded, this he could do with flair, and set to prove it with the hollowing of his cheeks, expert use of his tongue, and the sheer depth he could swallow that had always driven Rudy mad.
With Ulrich, it was so much better because Zel knew at the end of it all, he would be touched in turn and finally filled.
He hummed around Ulrich’s thickening girth, batting his eyes up at Ulrich again as he did so and keeping his knees spread as he slowly began to stroke himself, just enough to keep his own thickness steady.
Ulrich watched it all with his darkened eyes, radiating possession and want more intensely than his sometimes-murderous aura. He wanted to devour, but it was not Zel’s soul he craved.
He snatched Zel’s wrist, removing Zel’s hand from himself, which impelled Zel to also pull off Ulrich’s prick. “I need to be in you. Now,” Ulrich growled. “May I, Zel?Please.”
That Ulrich would plead while asking was everything. “Yes!”
Ulrich seized Zel by the hips, upending him like he had on the chaise, and tossed him up the bed with hardly any effort. He launched onto the bed after Zel and had his hips bent back in moments. The slick heat of his tip pressed to Zel’s entrance, like he couldn’t restrain himself. But restrain he did. He waited and lifted Zel’s hand, fingers glistening with prerelease.
Ulrich waved his own fingers with their pointed nails.
“I could will the sharpness away, but I have a better idea. Wet your fingers for me.”
