#sirrsmindfuckery

[sirrsfunkylilbitches]

No proof reading done here this is lazy

Tullius could still hear the water running when he came back from running errands, which was odd. He stood in the doorway for a moment, eyes glued to the bathroom door at his right. He held his paper bag  a bit tighter to his chest with a sigh.

« Gaillard, are you really still in there? I left two hours ago. » He spoke loud enough for his companion to hear as he stepped into the small motel room they had rented, putting the bag of groceries down onto the wobbly dinning table he wasn't really looking forward to sit at.

No response as he put the fresh produce away, worry slowly growing in him. He turned his head to stare back at the bathroom door, still feeling uneasy. He knew that Gaillard was there, and it wasnt like him to play dead unless he was troubled by something.

Quiet steps towards the door and a gentle knock, then came Tullius' voice once more.

« Gaillard you're wasting water. »

Gaillard sighed, frustrated

« I'm not done. »

« Not done? You got in before I left. I know you are sitting in the bath, get up. »

He gave the door another gentle knock, letting him know that he was considering getting in. He could pratically see him through the door, Gaillard's behavior had become very predictable to him.

« I'm not. » Gaillard replied as he was, indeed, sitting in the bath, shower head spraying warm water directly onto his back. He rested his chin onto his knees as he held his legs close to his body, gaze lost into nothingness.

Tullius let out a small frustrated groan and finally turned the doorhandle, hit with a wave of warmth as he stepped in. The room was full of steam, and smelled strongly of cheap bath products. His nose picked up on another, much more sublte scent, which he very easily recognized. In the middle of the room were Gaillard's discared clothes, Tullius bending down with a sigh as he picked up his friends pants and undergarnment. Without any questions asked, he took them to the sink for a rince, the awfully familliar, iron like scent tickling at his nose as he scrubbed the fabric under cold water.

Gaillard had tensed up, knowing very well what his guardian had tasked himself with. He slowly rocked back and forth, holding his head in his hands. Both stayed in silence for a moment, Tullius the first to break the ice

« I thought you said that you had packed everything you needed. »

« I thought I did. I got mixed up. »

Mixed up he sure was, he was convinced that he still had a few injection vials left, but didn't. He completely forgot about his injections as a whole until his body betrayed him this very morning. Gaillard had spent over a millenia without hormone therapy, he was used to periods, but having lived even a short moment without them had been enough to completely change his view on them. This now affected him more than it had ever before and it was utterly humiliating.

« I suppose our plans for this afternoon are changing, then? I will look for a pharmacy, small and easy one to…borrow from. » Tullius suggested.

He had no interest in standing witness to yet another one of Gaillard's crimes but Gai needed it, both for materials and as a way to cheer up.

« …I want to go home. »

Gaillard's voice was low, quiet like a whisper, yet filled with such a strong sorrow that it made Tullius' heart sink.

Both of them knew there was no such place as ‘home' for Gai. He did have a lair, but it was more of a storage space and hideout than an actual home.

Tullius let the fabric slip out of his hands as he turned the water off with a sigh.

« Get out, you need rest. »

Knowing Gai's boundaries well, he did not hesitate to pull the hideous shower curtain out of his way to cut the water off from the shower as well.

Gaillard swore under his breath, getting up with shaky legs, feeling a bit numb from sitting for so long. He clung onto one of Tullius' arms as he stood out of the bath, puddle forming at his feet.

He did not look his friend in the eye once, instead walking straight to the clean clothes he had hung near the door. He did not take time to dry himself off properlly either, simply shaking his body a little before slidding himself into clean pijamas.

Pijamas. Yeah. That told Tullius everything he needed to know about Gai's current mood.

Gaillard stepped out of the bathroom without a word, throwing himself onto one of the beds with a loud thud. Tullius stood there for a moment before he decided to grab a towel to clean the mess of blood and water on the floor. He did not get time to do much tho, as Gai's voice called for him soon enough.

« You can clean up later, come here these sheets are cold as fuck. »

Gaillard never asked for comfort, not directly at least. But Tullius had gotten more than enough time to learn to read through the lines when it came to some of Gai's requests. He had studied him like a book, not like it was much of a choice but it came in handy.

He let the wet towel drop onto the edge of the sink with a flop and followed Gai's footsteps, making it to one of the small beds in the crowded room. He laid by Gai's side, Gaillard quickly turning to wrap an arm around him, resting his head on Tullius' chest. He still avoided looking him in the face and was awfully quiet, which was quite a rare occurrence.

« Do you still want to go back to the lair? » Tullius asked, slowly rubbing Gai's back.

They were not even on the right continent, but they had went on bigger trips on a more sudden thought before. Tullius would be ready to leave at any time that Gaillard decided.

« No I- I don't know. We'll see. »

Gaillard closed his eyes and Tullius could feel him relax slightly, his smaller body melting against his.

The silence was heavy, he knew that Gai was unwell but there was not much he could do. Gaillard had a very, very thick shell.

« I will make dumplings for dinner. »

Distractions were usually the way to go, and it seemed to work its charm now as well as he felt Gai giggle by his side.

« Damn, you should have said that right away, I would have thrown myself out of that shower. »

« I'm not letting you eat the ingredients before I get to finish. Get rest, I'll cook while you sleep. »

Tullius gave his companion's head a gentle rub, pulling a small hum out of Gai.

« Fine, do it the boring way. » He replied with a small smile. « Not letting you go just yet tho, just push me off when I start snoring. »

« I figured. » Tullius closed his eyes to let himself rest as well, listening to his friends breath slow down as he drifted into slumber, letting go of his worries even if it was just for a short time.

#sirrsmindfuckery #gaillard #tullius

[sirrsfunkylilbitches]

Ballin (magic and afterlife rant)

What is magic?

Magic is a form of energy, mainly produced by souls. It can be stored in people and objects, and used by those who have the proper characteristics to. When travelling through vessels, it will appear under the form of light and produce a lot of heat as it loses some of its stability. It can be controlled via spells, whether verbal or written (like sigils). These act like instructions, guides that structures that flow of energy into doing specific things. Skilled magic users can control their magic by simply thinking about it, without having to form full explicit spells.

Every living being produces magic, but only a few can create a considerable amount that can actually be put to use. Most beings won’t be able to store their magic, it simply escaping their body via warmth (this form of magic is very weak and cannot be collected once in that state). Magic expresses itself differently between individuals.

Who can use magic?

There are essentially 3 types of beings. Those who cannot produce important amounts of magic nor can store it safely in their bodies (majority of the population), those who can store it safely, and those who can both store it and produce it. It is possible for one to be able to produce magic more than the average person but not have the ability to store it, but it is considered an anomaly as the person victim of it would pretty much destroy their own body just by existing. 

Magic users have to be able to store magic safely, because magic is an extremely powerful and volatile form of energy that requires a very specific cell structure for the body to handle. The capacity to handle magic is thus a genetic trait. Someone that can store magic but not create their own in sufficient amount can only use magic if a magic user puts them under spells that allows their souls to produce more magic. But these people will require much more effort and training to obtain the same level of skill as a born magic user.

Two magic users can exchange magic if desired, and magic can be forcefully pulled out of another being with the use of the right spells. Some people have better affinity towards specific types of magic use, as any other skill.

Some species have specific characteristics related to magic (whether they can store it, and what type they can control).

How does magic affect the body?

Magic being a biological thing, it is expected to act as most hormones and chemicals do in living bodies. Spells can stimulate or inhibit its production and effect, and it tends to be produced in higher quantity when the body is in a more active and defensive state (stress, anger, fear). Too much magic in a body that is not meant to store it will slowly destroy cells as they are not able to contain it, leading to important muscle atrophy and organ failure, even death in case of long-term exposure or an overwhelming amount of magic entering a body suddenly.

As for magic users, magic can have pretty good effects. When used in reasonable amount, it can slow down aging and keep muscles and organs healthy. Using it too much can however have the opposite result, hurting the body as its overworking itself. The cells of born magic users are not only shaped to store magic but can also produce some of their own, as they are more responsive to the activity of the being’s soul. Magic users thus have a much stronger bond to their soul as other does, and will tend to have “more difficulty” to die. Magic being energy, it can be used by certain species as “fuel”, kind of like food. Most times though, these beings will need it straight from the source, having to kill to get magic straight from souls. That is the case for Workers, also known as “demons” amongst mortals. Magic affects the body and mind, but the other way around is also true. A person that goes through a long life will have stronger, more stable magic, and one who uses his life for good will have a purer, more effective magic that will in return help the body thrive. One who dies young has little to no magic, and one who is bitter and hateful will have a volatile, harsher magic that may cause them harm. 

People who often use magic on eachother will tend to have their souls react to the others presence, producing more magic. Certain sigils and spells can link souls together, and sigils can generaly only be taken off by the person who originaly cast it on someone.

 What does magic have to do with God?

“God” is a mass of billions of souls, it is neither many people nor one person. Its existence is beyond comprehension, but it will appear to mortals as whatever they think it should look like. It can appear to different people at different places at the same time. God needs souls to “survive”, “feeding” off them for a few millennia until some are recycled and sent back to the mortal realm. God is magic at its most powerful form.

  If God is real, are heaven and hell a thing?

They are! But they are not physical places, they are on a whole other plane of reality. It may appear differently to some, but most do see them as actual places despite not having a physical form once in those realms. The purpose of heaven and hell are to punish or reward souls, but not out of sense of right and wrong, but purely to shape souls and magic in a way that lets God thrive. As previously stated, good people have a stronger, more stable magic, which God seeks out.

Once a being dies, there are two main possibilities: if it was bad, it will be sent to hell, where it will go through a form of torture that is seem fit to “shake some sense into it”. Once the soul gets marked enough by that experience, it is sent back to the mortal realm, resurrected. Then, it is expected that it will have learned from its mistakes and take a better path. If the deceased led a good life, it will be sent to heaven. It will stay there for as long as it sees fit, but when it eventually grows tired of the constant peace and happiness, God will offer them to be resurrected once it has used them to be part of its being. Souls are stripped from all memories before being sent back to earth.

Heaven and Hell can appear differently depending on the individual, because just like God itself, it will appear to this person as whatever seems the most fitting to them. One’s heaven can be changed upon strong desire, thus many souls can share a similar “space” despite not having the same initial view of heaven (it is common in families that were really close during their living years).

The afterlife being in a different reality, it exists within a completely different notion of time as well. Simultaneously frozen in time and going at a much faster pace than earth is. Souls, when resurrecting, can be sent back at any point in time, past, "present" and future.

What about angels and demons?

Similar creatures do exist, but have different names. In heaven, God is most powerful, then followed by Acolytes, whose roles are to sort souls between heaven and hell and reset souls. Right under are Guardians, who are to watch over heaven and keep its peace. Both of these types of beings, just like God, do not have a physical appearance that can be understood by mortal minds. They tend not to appear at all to them, unless absolute need arises. These beings are souls from heaven that have been around for millions of years but refused to go through the reincarnation process, instead being offered this position. They are very few in number, the Acolytes being the oldest. In hell, there are workers, who also comes in a hierarchy. The lesser workers are souls of beings that did not fit in neither heaven nor hell, instead being repurposed. Their role is to torture the souls of those who were deemed unworthy by God. The bigger, stronger demons are souls that have went through the reincarnation process countless times and never learned from their mistakes, always spending their after life in hell. Seemingly unable to be fixed, they are instead kept as workers to make sure that they do serve a purpose to God in the end. While they also torture souls, their main purpose is to watch over lesser workers to maintain order. For all these beings, their soul first had to go through the process of being “reset”: they are stripped from all memories and sense of identity. They think but do not feel most emotions, and no longer feel like people, not showing any signs of personality. Souls who have gone through extremely intense emotions in their living or post living state may have said emotions stick to them despite the reset. (ex: Asmodeus’s strong protecting instinct, and the strong hatred of the living that the demon possessing Gaillard has). Workers have a physical form but an unstable one, a dark cloud of smoke like substance holding their souls at its core. The stronger Workers have more stable forms and stronger magic as well. Creatures from the afterlife are kept there, not allowed to roam the mortal plane unless instructed to. If any of them were to form some sense of identity somehow, they would be sent straight back into the reset process as to avoid any mess that might ensue.

How come some people resurrected without getting their soul reset?

In some rare cases, God will send some people back to the living plane without having them reset. That is simply because God will do whatever it thinks will lead a soul to get the most growth it can. It does not care about being fair, nor right nor wrong, it does what it must to keep the world going at its most productive state magic wise. Plus, if it were to be a mistake that brought more harm than good, God would simply send a worker to retreive said person and drag them back into the afterlife (aka murder).

The resurrected person will remember being in the afterlife as a fact more than a memory/experience, everything they learned will suddenly feel blurry, vague. Similarly to how dreams are perfectly clear in the moment but difficult to explain once awake.

#sirrsmindfuckery

[sirrsfunkylilbitches]

(Nsft)

Penis fic

It started out as a light tingle, simply making his sleep uncomfortable, and grew into a strong cramping that pulled him out of his slumber in cold sweat. Daniel groaned as consciousness made him even more aware of the pain in his no longer existing legs, making his whole body feel sore and exhausted. He looked at the clock on his bed side table, letting out a frustrated huff at how late at night, or how early in the morning depending on who asked, it was. Getting his sleep disrupted was frustrating enough as is, but pain definitely made it worse. He winced as he sat up, reaching for the pant leg of his soft silk pajamas to roll them up to his thighs, skilled and precise hands carefully taking his prosthetics off, holding his breath. The visual of having his prosthetics on sometimes helped against the pain, but he had worn them for too long and he could feel his skin get irritated. Daniel was not stupid; he was fully aware that wearing them to sleep was not a good idea. But his housekeeper- Tullius- was still present when he called it a night and made his way to his room, and even though Daniel trusted him more than anyone, he still felt uncomfortable being so vulnerable with someone around. With the expensive metal limbs put aside, Daniel let himself lay back down with a defeated sigh. Another look at the bedside table confirmed that he had forgot his pain meds downstairs, not that he really planned on using them anyways. He closed his eyes, trying his best at letting his muscles relax, slowing down his breath. Taking his legs off was a small relief, but it did not last for long, a strong pulsing sensation making the muscle of his thighs feel like they were being burnt, pulled apart. It was sharp, slowly scratching his absent calves, going up to his lower back, deep within his spine. It got his breath shaking, cursing under his breath as he pulled on the fabric of his shirt, feeling uncomfortably warm. He thought he was doing a pretty good job at staying quiet until he heard a small knock at his door. He did not move, did not say a word, hoping that he could still pretend to be asleep.

Quietly, the door opened, and a voice came through.

“Daniel? Is everything okay?”

Curses. Tullius always seemed surprisingly aware of when things were going wrong. For better or for worse.

“Tullius it is 4 in the morning, why are you still up? You have a lot to do tomorrow.”

The man stayed quiet, still standing at the other side of the door, not wanting to peak as he knew that Daniel highly valued his personal space.

“Could not sleep. You’re not sleeping either.”

Both were fully aware that Tullius wasn’t the one that woke him up, there was no point in stating it. Daniel simply sighed, frustrated.

“I’m fine, truly, you should go and get some r-ghh-“

Daniel’s back arched, grinding his teeth as a strong shot of pain stabbed him, leaving his thighs trembling. Pushing politeness aside, Tullius finally walked in, walking towards the bed as he had quickly caught up on what was happening. It wasn’t the first time that Daniel had dealt with phantom pain in Tullius' presence.

“Wait-“ Daniel tried to warn him, shooting him a quick but severe glance. But there was no use fighting it, if there was one thing that the two men had in common, it was that they were both incredibly stubborn. Daniel hated asking for help just as much as Tull liked giving it. He sat at his side, slightly leaning over as he looked at his thighs, then at the discarded legs.

“…did you wear them to bed again.”

“Don’t scold me now boy, I know how to take care of myself.” Daniel groaned, Tullius simply shaking his head, not wanting to pick a fight.

“How bad does it hurt this time?”

Daniel took a moment, taking a deep breath to keep himself from panting, embarrassed at how miserable he must look.

“Hm. 6 maybe?” Another cramp, making his stomach twist, throat getting tight. “…8.”

Tullius nodded, shifting in place a bit as he fully climbed onto the ridiculously large bed.

“May I?” he asked, kneeling at Daniel’s feet- well. Thighs.

The moonhead shot him a quick glance, chest feeling heavy as he really took in the sight of his employee at his knees, in nothing but a bathrobe that was falling off his shoulders, hair a wild mess and a genuinely worried look on his face. So calm yet so willing to help. It made him feel pathetic.

“You do not have to do this. I know how tiring it is for you. This will pass, I-“

“Daniel.”

The man went silent, staring.

“Do you want help?”

“No.”

“Do you need help?”

It was growing unbearable by the second, the stinging in his very nerves and muscles, the humiliation of being talked to this way. He whined, letting his head sink into his pillow as he covered his eyes with one hand.

“Fine.  …Please.”

With no other words spoken, Tull relaxed, rough hands gently reaching for Daniel’s waist, making him freeze. He had expected touch, but in no such way, it made his heart flutter, breath pulled out of his lungs as Tull pulled him into his lap. His lower back rested on his thighs, behind pressed shut against his hips and thighs carefully rested against his ribs. The sheer amount of contact, paired with the damned fabric of Tull’s robe leaving very little to the imagination as Dan could very well distinct the outline of his thighs and nether regions against his arse was making it very difficult for him to form structured thoughts all of a sudden. His attention was quickly captured by Tullius’ hands, now reaching for his right thigh, carefully sliding his pant leg a bit lower as he palmed at the cut limb. Daniel really did trust him more than anyone, but the sheer intimacy in such an act felt overwhelming. And yet the other man was so unbothered, so confident, fully focused on the task at hand. It was both admirable and intimidating. The oddly pleasing fluttering in his guts was quickly replaced by a sharper, twitching pinch. A light glow took over Tullius’s eyes, his nails slowly picking up the same tint, a strong warmth seemingly coming from his palms taking over his own skin.  The healing process was never pleasing, but the outcome was always worth the discomfort.

Like fire in his veins, the sensation spread throughout his body, making the pain amplify at a surprising amount even if Dan did expect it to happen. He couldn’t help but whimper as his whole body stiffened up, muscles contracting against his will, thigh trying to jolt out of Tullius’ touch. But his grip was strong, keeping the man bellow him steady with a small, comforting shush. Daniel gulped, throat dry, trying to get a hold of himself. But whenever he finally got to relax, although very lightly, another wave of pain scratched his insides as if he was being rubbed with sandpaper. Hands desperately pulled on the soft sheets of his bed, head shooting back as he groaned, eyes tearing up against his will.

Although he could not see him, Tullius was fully aware of how difficult the experience was for Daniel, and thus attempted to comfort him by rubbing slow circle into the thigh he held carefully.

Despite the overwhelming number of sensations at once, that one did catch Daniel’s attention. Tullius had never struck him as an affectionate man, until this healing thing became part of the routine between them. The touch, although small, felt oddly reassuring, clearing up his mind slightly. Circles became slow, soft strokes along the side of his thigh, slightly creeping under the fabric of his pants, making his heart jump in his chest. He did not say a word, fully aware that Tullius did not intent on reaching that far, simply mindlessly comforting him as he worked. The clusterfuck of sensations continued, the unbearable ache in his nervous system and the tickling of skin reaching ever so closer to his groin both setting his guts ablaze in very different ways. It made his head spin, heart ache, throat burning as he whimpered despite his best attempt at keeping quiet. He hadn’t noticed how hard the intimacy of hit all hit him until Tullius moved to the other thigh, imitating the same gesture as he previously had, except this time, his hand bumped into something other than thigh. Daniel’s cock twitched at that smallest bit of touch, trapped against his left thigh under the tight fabric of his boxers. Daniel had felt betrayed by his body before, many, many times, but this had to be the most humiliating one. He wanted to blame it on a purely natural bodily reaction, but he couldn’t quite lie to himself like that, although he desperately wanted to deny it. Either Tullius hadn’t noticed or wasn’t bothered, because he had no reaction whatsoever. Daniel couldn’t tell if it was better or worse than him pushing him away.

Suddenly the burning wasn’t so bad, he was still left panting and pulling at the sheets for dear life, body so tense he felt like he might shatter, but his mind could only focus on one thing. The hand that was still oh so slowly stroking his thigh, now very obviously moving the slightest bit aside as to not touch him where both of them knew would get this situation to take a greatly different turn. It did little to appease the situation though, fingers brushing mere millimeters away from his throbbing dick, more desperate to be touched than it had in forever. It got him dizzy, struggling to keep his hips still, suddenly even more aware of the position he was in, Tullius’ pressed against him. Too much, too much but for so little, it was driving him completely nuts, hand going up to his mouth as he bit his fist, holding back a groan.

He had hardly noticed the pain slowly draining, his body slowly relaxing as the magic finally did its wonders. Eyes closed, thoughts racing, it needed for Tull to gently reach for his waist to finally snap him out of it, freezing in place.

“Better?” The man asked, voice soft, clearly exhausted.

Daniel simply nodded, thinking of what to say. Apologize for making the situation inappropriate? Clearly Tullius had noticed that the itching in his breath wasn’t simply form the pain, he was a smart man. But that would mean admitting to his sins openly, and that sounded like pure humiliation, if the situation could even get any more embarrassing.

“Good.” Tullius seemed to think for a moment, eyebrows furrowed, eyes looking the elder up and down.

“Do you still need help?” He asked, voice low, polite.

“No, the pain is fully gone, I think. Everything is a bit fuzzy.”

Tullius hummed, visibly getting a bit uncertain.

“That.. is not exactly what I was referring to.”

Oh.

Oh.

“Tullius- I did not mean to- It’s just- I-“ It wasn’t usually Dan’s type to struggle with words, but he was genuinely at a loss here.

“Natural bodily function, I'm aware.”

Daniel relaxed, nodding slowly. Tullius was such an understanding man, he did appreciate that about him. He never usually felt the urge to defend himself when Tull was the one he confessed things to.

“You did not answer my question though.” Tullius gave him a knowing look, Daniel finally getting the guts to look him in the eyes. He seemed genuinely eager to help, once again. The man’s hands, although more hesitant than before, went back to gently caressing him, one resting at his waist and the other back at his thigh. Daniel’s stomach dropped, palms growing sweaty as they had yet to let go of their grip on the sheets.

“Why… would you even offer that?”

“You’re still tense.” He simply stated, as if it answered anything at all. Well- suppose it does in his eyes.

Now that he was back to his senses, the simple touches on his now pain free muscles felt so, so much better. The texture of Tull’s hand was much rougher than what hed like, but the fact that he was the one touching him at all was what made his heart flutter. He hated to admit it, but it filled him with such longing, he fought back the urge to beg Yes, please do it, as he had still some pride despite the humiliation he had just gotten himself into.

His mind raced, trying to think despite the obvious distraction. His usually structured and precise train of thoughts was completely off rails, instead invaded by thought of what Tullius had planned to do with him if he did say yes. He made the mistake of not fighting back those thoughts hard enough, cock throbbing and brushing against Tullius’s fingers as particularly detailed thoughts hit him, leaving him breathless and needy.

It was clear that the poor thing was faced with quite the dilemma, but Tull was patient. He looked down at him with a calm expression, careful to touch him in ways that felt good but not overwhelming. He had felt it, and heard it, the moment where he knew Daniel had finally given up. But he did not do a thing yet.

“Do you want help, Daniel?” He asked again, voice soft, almost a whisper.

A small whimper, and finally “Please.”

Maybe Daniel was even weaker than he thought he was.

The feeling of Tull’s hand finally palming at his cock, even through a layer of fabric, was exhilarating. He couldn’t help but let his hips bulk into the touch, Tull taking it as an invitation to keep going. Palming turned into light stroking, shivers noticeably running down Daniel’s spine as he trembled. His hand was pretty limited with what he could do, trapped in the small space under his pants, but he took his sweet time slowly working him up, careful not to push boundaries. He knew how vulnerable Daniel felt without his legs, he knew that the smallest thing gone wrong would get him to completely turn around on him. He was particularly attentive to how Daniel reacted to his touch, and thus quickly took notice on how he was particularly responsive to having the tip of his cock rubbed, and the inches right under the tip squeezed, right where his cock was at its thickest. He also noticed how Daniel seemed to hold his breath when he held his waist, the hand resting there giving him a curious squeeze. Daniel let out a light gasp, basically confirming that it was one of his not so well hidden sweet spots.

Daniel’s mind went back and forth between trying to keep composure and trying to enjoy Tullius’ touches as much as he possibly could, memorising each of his moves. He refused to look at him, head rested on its side with closed eyes, mouth hanging slightly open.

A small, frustrated whine escaped his throat as he lost the touch on his waist, the hand instead sliding down to his hip, giving his pants a slight pull.

“Can I take these off? I can’t do much like this.”

Daniel knew damn well that he couldn’t get off with his cock still fully covered, but the thought of showing so much skin made his skin crawl.

“Slide them down a bit, not fully off.”

Tull gave a knowing nod and did as instructed, pulling the pants and underwear down just enough to let the others dick spring free, standing tall with impressive size. Tullius had gotten a good feel of it, but actually seeing it was still quite the surprise. Fully aware of Daniel’s prudish nature, he did not comment on it and looked away from it as soon as he got to wrap his hand around his now leaking member. Daniel let out a small hiss as a thumb rubbed precum around his tip, cock throbbing hard as it brushed his slit. The pleasure left as soon as it came however, the hand now stroking at his sensitive skin suddenly noticeably rough in texture.

“Wait- no no wait hold on-“

Tullius quickly stopped, looking at Dan with concern.

“Your hand.”

He simply stated, and Tull understood. They had a talk about it in a completely different setting before. Daniel had a hard time with harsh textures, and Tullius worked with his bare hands a lot. They tended to get pretty rough. Daniel may not have noticed it until now since he had just gotten to relax.

Tullius looked around, spotting some hand lotion on one of the bed side table. After rubbing a generous amount of it on both his hands, he held one out for Daniel to grab.

“Better?” He asked, to which Dan nodded after briefly brushing his hand. Tullius was considerate, and even though it could be deeply embarrassing, Daniel did deeply appreciate it.

“Should I get lube?”

“No, it’s fine.”

And with that, a careful hand glid down his cock once more, much more pleasurable this time. Daniel sighed, slightly spreading his thighs as the hand between his legs picked up a slow rhythm, careful to stroke the slit of his urethra every time it reached the tip, pulling small groans out of the old man every now and then. With he sheer size of his cock, it was tempting to work at it with both hands, but Tullius was quite intrigued by how responsive Daniel was at having his waist grabbed, and thus decided to let his free hand wander back to it, pulling a satisfying whimper out of him as he squeezed it, using his grip to pull him even closer.

Daniel was now made well aware that he wasn’t the only victim to “natural bodily functions”, as he now felt Tullius’ erection poke at his behind under their layers of clothing. It sent his mind down a lane of wild thoughts and fantasies, every new one more daring than the previous, to his great embarrassment.

“Faster” he ordered under his breath, nails digging into the mattress as his partner obliged.

“Is this good?” Tullius asked, voice low, curious. Daniel nodded, knowing damn well that his voice would betray his pride if he spoke. His cock was slick with lotion and pre cum, making the most obscene noises as Tullius’ strong hand firmly stroked it, making his cheeks burn. He dared to give the other man a small glance, and if it wasn’t for his stupidly strong stamina, he swore he could have orgasmed right then and there, at the mere sight of his oh so handsome housekeeper stroking him, looking at him with such intense eyes. He was gorgeous, tender but also intimidating, and it made him melt into his mess of satin sheets, wishing he could disappear under his strong figure. His arm flexed slightly as he squeezed his cock with every stroke, making his bicep appear just a tiniest bit bigger and it made his mouth water.

Daniel quickly lost notion of time, mind and body fully occupied with the touches he was given, breath growing heavier and head hanging back. It was clear that he was growing more and more close to finally bursting but Tullius feared that his current work might not be quite enough. Had he had access to lube, he might have let a hand wander lower between Dan’s legs but he had to put that to another time, assuming there would be one.

He didn’t really have much to work with considering the whole thing was quite sudden, they had not really discussed Daniel’s boundaries when it came to sexual intimacy, so he did not want to be too daring.

A fair compromise seemed to make use of his mouth, although he was a bit uncertain on how to go about it. Tullius simply leaned down slightly, pressing his lips to the wet tip of the cock he still stroked with a steady rhythm. It took Daniel by surprise, the man slightly getting tense.

“You don’t have to-“

He was however quickly interrupted by a choked back moan as a surprisingly confident tongue brushed his slit, sending pleasing shivers up his spine, making his hips tremble. Satisfied with the reaction, Tullius happily settled for this type of stimulation, not quite trusting himself to get a bit more serious using his mouth. He carefully lapped at his cock, making sure to tease the very spot that made Daniel’s back arch. He let his hand speed up slightly, putting all his focus in trying to keep his movements just right, knowing how easily it was to throw Dan completely off.

He seemed to do well, as Daniel was still a shaking mess under his touch, panting and groaning as he pulled onto the bed sheets.

Tongue pocked harder at his slit, as if it were trying to get in and it finally made Daniel snap, the man’s back arching hard as he whimpered “TulliUs-“

Tull took it as a warning, moving his head away just in time as Daniel came, hips jerking violently as his cock shot out cum with impressive strength. It reached the headboard behind him, the last few, weaker spurts covering the side of his face and his chest.

Tullius stayed silent, staring at the mess with wide eyes, a bit taken aback.

Daniel panted for a moment, but gained back his composure surprisingly quickly. Most likely result of strong stamina and a particularly fragile ego.

He pulled himself back to sit up, actively avoiding Tullius’ gaze.

“Tissues. Now.”

He ordered, tense, but clearly more out of embarrassment than anything else.

Tullius reached for something to clean him up, which Daniel took from his hands before he offered to clean up for him.

Both stayed silent for a moment as Daniel cleaned himself up and quickly readjusted his clothes, looking down at his now dirty shirt in disgust.

“How are you feeling?” Tull asked, slightly worried.

Daniel relaxed at his tone, but still refused to look at him.

“Better. Thank you…” It felt odd thanking him for such a thing but it felt owed.

“Good. Shower?”

Daniel shook his head, reaching for his prosthetics.

“I will manage by myself. Do take care of the laundry for me though, will you?”

Tullius nodded, standing off the bed.

“I will. Anything else?”

“Not for now, no.” Daniel quickly but carefully installed his legs. Using his chair would have been a better call, but he needed the confidence that his legs gave him. Once secure, he stood up, grabbed some clean clothes from his wardrobe and was ready to leave without one more word until he stopped in the doorway, thinking for a second.

“Tullius?”

“Sir?”

“That… was just you helping me as you usually do, correct? Nothing else?”

The room fell silent between them for a moment, Tullius carefully planning his words.

“Is that what you want?” He settled with, staring at Daniel’s back.

“Yes, I believe so.” He replied, a bit more stern than he had really mean to.

“ Let it be it then.”

And with that, Daniel left. It would be a lie to say that he had been perfectly honest. But it was something that he had yet to fully unpack. The whole thing felt like some sort of sick dream and his feelings about it where on a whole new level of complicated. He hoped it would not change things too much. Hopefully.

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