Chapter 4: 4) Shy, little lamb
He couldn't remember exactly when he became fascinated with Nite. Sometime after they had started to fool around, he believed, but he wasn't sure anymore. He lived in a weird haze, trying to remember bits and pieces over the last few months. Winter would soon be over them, and then Nite's birthday would come and go, just like his own had done not long ago.
What would he do when the Madam arrived back at the castle? They couldn't continue this with her at home. He hadn't talked with Nite about the matter, and he wasn't sure how to go about it, either. He didn't want Nite to feel bad about the things they did, because hadn't it been for the fact that it was Seymore he was with, there should be nothing wrong with Nite, as a young man, just exploring his sexuality.
He didn't think the Madam would see it the same way. Not with him, at least.
He couldn't just stop, either. Nite would start to ask questions, questions he didn't want to answer. And when all was said and done, he didn't want to stop. He liked being with Nite, although he often was fed up by guilt as well.
They had never discussed if he would stay in the basement chamber when the Madam returned. Most likely, he would move back into his old room. Then Nite couldn't as easily sneak out at night, into his room, without it being noticed at some point.
Mostly, he didn't want to think about or dread what would happen in months from now. Maybe Nite would be satisfied, by that time, and simply stop indulging in Seymore's perversions? Or maybe Seymore would step over a line, ending it himself…
He didn't hope it was the latter. It felt strange that he barely wanted to leave this comfortable bubble they had built together. Before, he had wanted no part in this, but now he feared its end.
This wasn't normal, he knew that. He shouldn't be thinking about this, as if it was their thing. He reminded himself, that they merely helped each other out, and that in itself was bad enough.
Nite had offered to teach him about magic, but he had declined. Magic was such a big part of Nite, his interests, his life, and he couldn't see a future, living in fear of something so vital to Nite.
Maybe it would fade over time, he told himself. Maybe he would soothe his fears if he just let Nite talk about it for a while, but he couldn't count on it. His former lover could levitate, make light and make flowers bloom, although he rarely did any of that. But Nite used magic on an everyday basis, just not as frequent when they were in the same room.
He slumped down into the big hallway, sitting on the big staircase, leading up to the second floor. He knew it would be easier to just talk with Nite, but he was afraid of what he might say or what he actually thought about it all.
In some ways, he didn't like the thought of Nite being in love with him. It would make it so much harder when they eventually had to stop this. But the thought of Nite setting him straight, that this was only for his own desires, made him cold too. Was Nite capable of feelings like these? He wasn't sure about that.
Although Nite wasn't evil, he had many weird quirks. Quirks Seymore didn't actually mind at this point, but which made him hard to be with for hours on end.
But then again, Seymore had his own weird habits. Maybe he wasn't able to make Nite happy, even if he wanted that. And maybe he simply just thought too much about it.
He stretched his back when he stood up again, heading to the door at the entrance to collect the mail. They rarely received any, but the Madam had written a couple of times to Nite. And once to himself.
Unlike the time his sister had written to him, this time he answered, but he hadn't received a reply yet. Maybe he never would…
… ,,A letter for me?'' he asked confused as Nite handed him the envelope. The sorcerer looked rather concerned as well, but he tried to hide it behind his own letter.
,,Yes. It's from my mother.'' He then hurried away, as if he was about to get scolded, but maybe he just wanted privacy while he read his letter.
Seymore had tried to keep up his promise, by not avoiding Nite. It was only a couple of days since Seymore had taught him about masturbation, but at this point, he was almost unsure if it had all been some weird kind of feverish dream he had had.
Nite hadn't mentioned it, and thus, Seymore had neither. The sorcerer acted as he usually did, and there seemed to be no weird tension between them, for once. Maybe Seymore was stressed or tired, and had simply imagined the whole night? Either way, he felt relieved that things seemed to be rather normal.
He was ashamed about how much he had wanted it when Nite had begged him to help him. How easy he had been to read, that even the sorcerer could tell. And had it been a dream, it would cement how lonely Seymore really was, dreaming about his young Master in such perverted ways.
But why the Madam would write to him, he didn't understand. He slowly opened the envelope and saw a single piece of paper. With her carefully written letters, she wrote:
,,Dear Seymore
I hope everything is steady, and that he behaves. My apologies if I caused trouble by scolding him, but I was unsure if the explosions were towards you.
It seems like he likes you. That's good. Keep him there, no matter what.
I'm aware that your birthday is coming up, and I assure you, you will get your time off, at another point. You cannot take him with you, either, don't let him convince you to do so.
My travels are going as planned. I will be back before spring if everything keeps up.
Thank you.
Willa Greenlight''
Nite had been right, his mother did have some sort of sensors in the castle, alerting her of the explosions. It must have been because the explosions happened around his sleeping area that she had written to him. After all, Seymore still heard explosions now and again from the study chamber but hadn't heard of any other scolding than this.
He still didn't understand why it was so important for her to keep Nite at the castle, but he was glad she had clarified that he couldn't escort him out of the castle, either. Maybe Nite was sick. Maybe the Madam had secretly protected Seymore from whatever illness the young man had, so he wouldn't catch the same. But the uncertainty made him nervous. It wouldn't be the first time strange illnesses loomed at the castle, but he thought they were long gone…
She had remembered his birthday, a thing he hadn't expected, although it was mostly to keep him at the castle, it seemed. As the days passed and his birthday crept closer, he didn't really mind staying at the castle. Especially if there wasn't any weird tension between him and the sorcerer.
He put the letter away and continued his day as usual. He didn't see much to Nite, and when he finally did at dinner, he could clearly tell that he didn't like whatever his mother had written to him. Seymore sat down at the table cautiously, with a plate for both of them, for once.
,,Say when,'' Seymore said calmly, as he served the young man. Nite looked irritated at his plate as the food piled on.
,,When,'' he said, taking the full plate away from the troll, almost so hastily that Seymore feared the plate would spill its content. ,,What is this?'' he said, looking down at the stew.
,,It's a troll specialty,'' he said as he served himself. ,,It's not that pretty, but I promise that it tastes good,'' he tried.
,,You don't often make troll dishes, do you?'' Nite asked as he began to poke to his food. ,,I mean, I've never seen you make anything like this, before… before my mother went on her trip,'' he said slowly.
,,No, but I don't miss out on much,'' he admitted. ,,I eat almost anything. But you're right, I have an opportunity to cook a little differently now,'' he said as he began to eat. Nite didn't seem too displeased when he finally tried it.
,,Are trolls afraid of spices, like they're afraid of magic?'' he asked, in that soft voice he used when he talked with himself. It had been a while since Seymore had heard him use it, and it startled him for a moment. ,,Ugh, I mean… It's fine…'' he corrected himself, realizing what he said.
,,… Can I ask you a question?'' he asked instead. Nite nodded suspiciously but kept eating slowly. ,,Why do you do that? I mean, it's like you don't even realize that I'm here?'' he asked calmly. ,,I'm not mad about it, Nite. It's just… I've never known you did that, before.'' Nite cleared his throat and tried to look away, but he didn't flee the subject.
,,Well, I talk a lot, when I'm by myself. And as I often was alone… It's just a habit now, I guess. I don't really think about it,'' he admitted. ,,It's like… like that I'm thinking out loud,'' he said, finally looking back at the troll. ,,I didn't mean to say that, by the way. It tastes fine.''
,,I know, it's alright,'' he smiled. ,,You haven't done that for a while, though. Talked with yourself, I mean.'' Nite seemed flustered and somewhat smiled by his words.
,,No, but that's maybe because we talk a little more often now,'' he said. When he smiled, it revealed his broken front tooth, making him seem dorkier and more nervous than he maybe was.
,,I get that,'' Seymore smiled. They ate in silence for a while, and Seymore dreaded that the sorcerer once more seemed to be in deep thoughts about whatever his mother had written to him. He cleared his throat, ready to initiate conversation again when Nite interrupted him.
,,I know what you want to ask, but I don't want to talk about the letter right now,'' he said.
,,… Okay. But if there's anything you want to talk about, know that I'm here,'' he said instead. Nite nodded and finished up his food, surprisingly fast, for once. ,,Do you want more?'' he asked, but Nite shook his head. He didn't expect that, either.
,,No, I'm full,'' he said. ,,Is this some kind of troll comfort food?'' he asked instead.
,,It's for special occasions, yes,'' he smiled. ,,But I have no special occasion in mind. I just figured out that you maybe wanted to try it,'' he shrugged.
,,I like learning about stuff like this,'' he admitted. ,,Maybe not… cooking, but culture and such. Trolls don't write many books,'' he noticed.
,,Maybe I should do that, at some point,'' he chuckled as he finished his plate. This seemed to interest Nite again.
,,Do you like to write?'' he asked, rather enthusiastically. It occurred to Seymore that he hadn't told the young man much about himself and his interests. Mostly general stuff, he guessed, and the bare minimum of his past.
,,Well, I like to read,'' he said instead. ,,I don't have many books myself, but they're classics,'' he smiled warmly. ,,Maybe I could write a book, at some point, I don't know. I… have a lot of time,'' he said, almost dreamingly. He barely noticed how interested Nite looked as he spoke.
,,That's it!'' he smiled, standing up so suddenly that it surprised the troll a little. ,,I have to go! I have something to work on! Thank you!'' he said as he hurried on his way.
Nite didn't notice how weirdly flustered it made Seymore to hear those words: thank you. Maybe it wasn't a dream, after all, he thought to himself. But if it wasn't… Then why hadn't Nite mentioned it at all since then?
If it was because he didn't want to, or if he just didn't like to do so, Seymore didn't know, but Nite never said I'm sorry and rarely said thank you. Maybe it was because, despite everything, Seymore was still just his servant, and he didn't want to humanize him too much. But much more likely, Nite felt uncomfortable with doing so.
He wasn't sure why. But he knew that Nite had no problem with grabbing Seymore's hand or shoulder, to say thank you, once he learned about it. He didn't do it every day, but just often enough that Seymore understood that he meant it.
The day went by without further instances. The next day was as many others were, but Nite seemed to be in a seemingly bad mood. If it was because of the letter the day before, or because whatever plan he had had wasn't going as smoothly as he had thought, Seymore couldn't know. He tried to chat Nite up, but the sorcerer wouldn't budge and seemingly went to bed early, something he usually didn't do.
Seymore was too tired to check up on him. His mind was still on his own letter from the Madam, and whether or not he should write back to her. She hadn't left on good terms, but she trusted him with her son, and he couldn't help but feel like he had betrayed her in some sort of way.
He fell asleep, with eerily life-like dreams. Dreams that made his skin tingle and his breath go shallow. Dreams, he first recognized as ones he had had about his lover, but it was suddenly made clear that the figure wasn't the beautiful pixie; it was Nite. In the dream, it didn't even surprise him.
His body jerked forward and he awoke so suddenly, that he sat up immediately. It took him a moment to make his heart stop beating fast, before he realized that his candle was still lit. But he was sure he had blown it out before he laid down…
He looked to his side and was about to jump again when he realized it was Nite, the real Nite, that sat on the small chair. The young man both looked flustered and apologetic down at him, as he cleared his throat.
,,You, uhm… Having bad dreams?'' he tried, lowering the candle so the shadowy flames danced on the wall.
,,What are you doing down here, Nite?'' he asked, ignoring the question as he covered himself with the blanket. Although Nite had seen him half-naked before, he didn't like the way he looked at him again. Or maybe he liked it too much, because he felt his pants tighten slightly at the whole scenario.
,,I… I couldn't sleep,'' he admitted. ,,I didn't mean to startle you. I'm not… I'm not watching you, like this, normally, I just…'' he said, trailing off. ,,I wanted to talk to you. But then I heard you groan in your sleep,'' he admitted, looking curiously at the troll.
,,Nite, you can't just… watch me while I sleep. That's not-,'' he tried, but Nite interrupted him.
,,No, no, I know. This is your room. But I…'' he said, biting his lip. Then he shook his head, trying to focus. ,,What did you dream about?'' he tried again.
,,I'm not… up for chatting, right now…'' he said, suddenly taking the sight of the young man in. He only wore his big, oversized shirt. He didn't know what Nite usually slept in, but he suddenly couldn't take his gaze away from the bare skin.
,,… I know… Seymore, I… I have a problem…'' he admitted, looking away again. ,,And I know you said 'only once', but it just… It doesn't feel as good… when I do it…'' he mumbled. It was now painfully clear, even for the sorcerer, that Seymore's body was aware of the situation and was in no way rejecting the idea. But the troll himself wasn't as easily convinced.
,,It… takes time…'' he tried but kept looking at the sorcerer. He still felt tired and confused, and he was still unsure if this was a dream or not. But if it wasn't, then the other night had also been oh so real.
,,I don't want to do it myself,'' he said bluntly. ,,I want you… to do it, that is,'' he corrected himself. He spread his legs, but the sweater covered everything. Seymore wasn't sure, but it felt like Nite tried to lure him into touching him.
,,… If I do it now, you'll just come back,'' he said, slowly getting up on his knees and sitting in front of him. He could hear that Nite's breath became shallow and excited, and it was awfully obvious that Seymore could barely contain himself.
,,But don't you want that?'' he asked quietly. ,,You need to be touched, right? How have you even survived all this time without it? I want… to feel good… I want us both to feel good…'' he said slowly as he lifted his sweater, pulling it over his head. He wasn't even wearing underwear.
He didn't even think it through when he leaned forward and licked from the base of Nite's cock to the tip. He tasted him, like he had wanted to do ever since that night. It surprised Nite, because he shrieked, seemingly fearing that Seymore would bite him, but as soon as he felt the warm, wet tongue on his tip, he moaned instead.
,,Wh-what are you… Why would you…?'' he blabbered, but Seymore only looked up at him, the sorcerer's cock still in his mouth, as he kept teasing the head with his long, wet tongue. ,,… You're not going to bite me, are you?'' he panted, embarrassed that he had to ask. Seymore chuckled and shook his head, the cock twitching in his mouth, before he pulled away with a wet slurp.
,,No, no biting,'' he promised. ,,I'm sorry that I scared you. But now you'll know better than to watch me sleep, I assume,'' he said sternly, but still smiled at the flustered human. ,,I'm going to touch you differently tonight. Is that alright?'' he asked, and as soon as Nite nodded, he leaned down to take him into his mouth again. The sorcerer jerked forward, just as sensitive as Seymore's dizzy mind remembered him to be.
,,Is this… right? Is it normal to… do so… with your mouth?'' he panted, sitting as still as he could.
,,Does it feel good?'' he asked as he pulled away. Nite nodded slightly, his cheeks flushed and his eyelids heavy. ,,Then yes, it's fine,'' he said, continuing the deed.
Nite wasn't big enough to reach the back of the troll's throat, but Seymore still adored the feeling of sucking him off. While Nite wasn't long, his cock wasn't thin either, and he felt satisfied in a way he had missed for a long time.
Maybe his instincts had taken over? Maybe he was still a little sleepy and confused, but the moment that Nite had removed his sweater, the scent had hit him and he wanted to please him so badly that he almost forgot what he did. He wanted to make Nite moan and squirm, looking up at the human, with the most submissive look in his eyes.
,,Woah,'' Nite mumbled, caressing the top of the troll's head. ,,You're really good at this…'' he moaned, touching Seymore's cheeks, head and neck; everywhere he could reach. The troll didn't respond, he just kept sucking, groaning against the stiff member in his mouth.
He tasted good, Seymore thought mindlessly. His urge to taste his cum was just as strong as the other night, but this time, he didn't feel as ashamed about it. He sucked, slurped, and drooled on the human, making wet, noisy sounds, that seemed to edge Nite on even more.
,,This is so much better,'' Nite mumbled, closing his eyes and not holding back any of his moans. Seymore loved how loud Nite was, feeling his own cock twitch ever so eagerly in his pants. He mindlessly touched himself through the fabric, groaning slightly.
Nite came just as suddenly as he had done the other night, jerking violently into the troll's mouth and moaning even louder. He looked slightly down at the troll, who continued to suck and clean the softening cock, until he finally pulled away, cum still in his mouth. Then he swallowed, licking his lips, which made Nite seem utterly flustered.
,,Wh-why would you… eat it?'' he asked, almost disgusted, but ever so curious. ,,Isn't that… gross? I mean…'' he said slowly, eyeing the troll closely as Seymore laid back down on his mattress. Even if the troll had closed his eyes, he was well aware that Nite looked at the bulge in his pants.
,,I don't think it's gross. Otherwise, I wouldn't do it,'' he said calmly. ,,You're very… sensitive, when I touch you, that is,'' he said. When he looked up, Nite wasn't on the chair. He hadn't heard him move, but now he sat beside the troll on the mattress, eyeing him almost hungrily. ,,… What are you doing?'' he asked, breaking Nite's trance as he was clearly staring.
,,I want to… help you too…'' he said slowly, trying to reach out for the seam of Seymore's pants, but the troll stopped him.
,,There's no need for that,'' he assured him with a tired smile, but Nite didn't seem satisfied with that answer.
,,Oh come on, Seymore! You're clearly turned on, and I'm practically begging to touch you!'' he whined.
,,And might I add, that doesn't make it any easier to say no,'' he sighed, letting go of Nite's hand again.
,,Then, why say no?'' he asked. ,,Why would it be worse for me to touch you, than otherwise? Whatever weird moral complex you have, I don't see how this is more inappropriate?'' he said, but he didn't push it further. ,,I want you to feel good,'' he said, his voice tiny and soft.
,,Well, it's actually not my fleeting morality I fear,'' he sighed as he looked over at Nite anew. ,,Urges can be very hard to control, in general. Trolls like to indulge in such, both regarding food and sex. I am afraid… to hurt you…'' he said, looking down his body. ,,It's been so long since I've been with anyone. Can I even remember how to hold back?'' he asked, mostly to himself. Nite was silent for a moment, still eyeing him with great interest, to the point where Seymore wasn't even sure that he listened to him anymore.
,,You're a very weird troll, you know that?'' he said softly. Seymore wasn't sure if Nite talked to himself, but then he looked back at him, with his big, deep-set mahogany eyes, he had grown so familiar to. ,,I'm not afraid of you, Seymore. You're not going to hurt me, I know that,'' he said truthfully. He then calmly placed his hand on the troll's thigh, as Seymore quietly observed it all. ,,You've seen me. I want to see you, too.''
Seymore didn't want to argue, that he had never pushed to see Nite naked, he knew it would be to no avail. He simply sighed, took a deep breath, and pulled his pants down, revealing his leaking cock to the human.
,,… Woah…'' Without much hesitation, Nite laid down between the troll's legs, not touching him, but observing every inch and curve on the big organ. He looked puzzled, intimidated, and delighted all at once, and it made Seymore flinch a little as he felt the sorcerer's hot breath against his skin.
Where Nite's cock was small, fat, and mostly straight, with little to no veins, Seymore's were almost the opposite. His cock was big, heavy and a little bent towards his right, veiny and throbbing as Nite studied him. Where Nite had small, thin hairs around his body, Seymore had none at all. His foreskin was tight, and only revealed the slightest of the reddish glans against the green skin.
Then Nite finally, carefully, held around him, his fingers barely able to meet when he grabbed around the twitching member. His hands were long and thin, slightly cold, and surprisingly careful. He just held it in his hand for a moment, before he looked back at the troll, as if he finally remembered that he wasn't alone.
,,This is… heavy,'' he noted, slightly stroking up and down. ,,You're not as hard as I expected. And you have this,'' he said, pulling the foreskin slightly up and down, making wet, lewd noises in the process. It seemed to surprise him, but he didn't seem disgusted by it.
,,Trolls don't usually cut their foreskin. It can be a cultural thing, for some species. Or for medical reasons, for all species,'' he explained, shortly taking over to pull his foreskin all the way down, revealing all of his red glans to the mesmerized sorcerer. ,,Not gonna lie, it's not often that I've seen anyone so fascinated with… me…'' he said slowly.
,,Why not?'' he asked genuinely. ,,I mean… It's, uhm… Well, I know I don't really have any experience with stuff like this, but… Uhm…'' he tried, trembling over his words. ,,For the love of Am, it's bigger than my face,'' he whispered, gently placing his face underneath it. He felt the human's tongue tryingly lick the base of the cock, whimpering slightly as he did so.
,,My partners have often been rather… petite,'' he said. ,,Not unlike yourself,'' he added when Nite looked slightly up at him again. ,,But for trolls, I'm rather small. It's hard to find a good match, where I'm neither too small nor too big,'' he said.
,,I guess that makes sense,'' Nite said, slowly pulling away to take a better look at it. Although Nite had pitched the idea, that he wanted Seymore to feel good and return the favor, it became very clear for the troll that he mostly wanted to study him. But as the human carefully touched and looked, he found that he didn't really mind that, either. ,,Can I… do as you did?'' he asked slowly, placing his mouth in front of the tip of the cock.
,,You don't have to,'' he said slowly, but his cock wasn't agreeing with him. Nite's breath was warm and he seemed eager to feel more of the throbbing cock on his tongue.
,,But I want to,'' he whispered, slowly licking the tip. He seemed a little perplexed at first, seemingly not expecting the strong taste, but it didn't stop him. He let his lips around the tip, as he slowly licked and sucked it, all while looking up at the troll.
Seymore loved sex. All aspects of it interested him, but if he had to pick one thing he had missed, it was blowjobs. And while Nite was very careful and barely had the tip in his mouth, he adored the look in the sorcerer's eyes as he kept taking more and more in. Nite moaned and drooled, going slow and steady to not scrape his teeth against the soft skin.
,,Damn…'' he whispered, placing his heavy hand on the top of the sorcerer's head. In contrast to Nite, Seymore wasn't as loud or talkative, but he tried his best to show how mesmerizing it was to feel his hot, wet mouth around him.
Nite pulled away to lick and kiss more of the cock. He couldn't fit that much into his mouth, but he seemed very eager to feel more of the twitching member, in any way he could. Every time precum would form, he licked it away hungrily.
,,Is it even any good?'' he suddenly asked concerned, looking up at Seymore again. ,,I can barely fit any of it in my mouth,'' he complained. He wasn't sure if Nite did it on purpose, but he almost made it sound lewd.
,,It's good, I promise,'' Seymore smiled, guiding his head down, feeling more of the human's warm mouth. ,,You make me feel very good,'' he assured him, gently thrusting against the open mouth.
The gurgling sounds combined with his half-lidded gaze made it almost unbearable. Nite didn't fight it, but Seymore made sure not to push him too far, and to pull away to give him air once in a while. But Nite would go back for more every time he pulled away, covered in spit and a look of pure euphoria.
,,If I'm not mistaken,'' Seymore said, moaning lightly, ,,you're enjoying yourself too, aren't you?'' he smiled, as Nite nodded to the best of his abilities, his chin covered in spit and his moans that echoed against the hard cock. ,,Fuck you look good like this,'' he growled, slipping into his mother tongue. Nite didn't react, seemingly just thinking Seymore had growled. Slight shivers went down the sorcerer's spine, as he broke contact to catch his breath.
,,Tell me if I need to… change anything. I don't really know how to… uhm, please you, correctly,'' he mumbled before he began to lick the cock again.
,,I think you're doing great,'' he smiled, pressing Nite's head a little further down his length, feeling the throat clench tightly around him. Nite spat and gasped for air as soon as Seymore let go of him, seemingly not in any kind of pain, besides being out of breath.
,,Are you trying to choke me?'' he sneered, but he smiled as he did so. He placed himself better, his mouth around the tip again, while both of his hands stroked the shaft.
,,I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push you that far,'' he said, slowly panting as he felt the familiar warmth build up. He knew that Nite probably didn't want to do this for hours on end, but at the same time, Seymore wanted it to continue for as long as possible.
,,There's a lot of… liquid,'' he noted, licking the precum up to no avail. ,,That's good, right?'' Seymore nodded slightly, looking at the proud smile on the sorcerer's face.
,,Just a second… Just let me adjust one thing,'' he said, moaning lightly as he placed one hand on Nite's head, and the other one firmly around the base of his cock. He didn't push as far down as before, but he held the human in place while he thrusted a little harder into his open mouth.
As Nite gasped and sputtered, he didn't break eye contact. He just looked up at the troll, so into it that Seymore had a hard time holding back. He felt it coming and smiled relieved, as he let go of the sorcerer's head.
,,You might want to move your mouth,'' he moaned, but Nite only continued even harder by his words. The big, mahogany eyes looked beggingly up at Seymore, and he knew he had warned him beforehand, so he let himself come right into his warm mouth. His moans weren't as loud as Nite's, but he was louder than he had been for a long time.
Nite's face was messier than Seymore's had been. He tried his best to not spill the cum, but as the troll continued to shoot, he was taken aback by how much there was. His face dripped eagerly down at the mattress, although he tried his best to hold his hands out to catch any spillage. When Seymore finally pulled away, looking at the sorcerer's rosy cheeks and full mouth, he gently patted the top of his head.
,,You can spit it out, it's alright. I'll clean it up later,'' he assured him, but Nite seemed determined not to do so. In a single, big gulp, he swallowed down, poking his tongue out as his mouth was finally empty again.
,,Is it always so… bitter?'' he whined, grimacing a little.
,,Well, I guess it depends on a lot of things. But no… cum isn't sweet as pie,'' he chuckled. It surprised him when Nite curiously went back to clean the softening cock even more, but the taste didn't seem to bother the sorcerer that much, after all. ,,… It's not as bad when you get used to it,'' he shrugged, feeling his body cool down slightly.
,,… Have you done this a lot? I mean… With a lot of people?'' he asked curiously. The candle burned out, and Seymore felt tired anew, closing his eyes as he sighed.
,,I wouldn't say a lot, but… I guess that depends on what you consider a lot,'' he mumbled, not really interested in detailing his former activities for the human. ,,But enough to know that different species taste differently, or that diet can affect the taste as well,'' he shrugged.
,,Oh… But… did you like it? I mean, not my taste, but… uhm…'' he said slowly. Seymore had a hard time figuring out where Nite was in the room by now, but he was too tired to open his eyes fully to look around.
,,I liked it. Thank you,'' he yawned. He could feel Nite move around, expecting him to leave him be soon. He just wanted to sleep and try to forget the hungry eyes that burned into his mind.
,,… Seymore?'' he asked softly. The troll grunted, as the young man continued: ,,… Can we do this again, sometime?'' he asked quietly. When Seymore didn't answer immediately, he spoke again: ,,I want to do this again.''
There were no demands in his voice. He knew that despite his best efforts, he couldn't order Seymore to sexually please him. But he also knew that Seymore wasn't that hard to convince, even if he tried to abstain from his lust.
,,… Yes. But don't sit and watch me while I sleep,'' he said firmly. ,,Just wake me up instead,'' he said, yawning again. His mind went fuzzy, but if it was due to tiredness or to his words, he didn't know. He wasn't sure why he would oblige this request so easily, but something Nite had said had set him off; You need to be touched, right? How have you even survived all this time without? He then realized Nite hadn't answered him at all. ,,Nite?''
Still no reply. He almost thought the sorcerer had vanished as he used to, mid-conversation, until he heard it, for the first time of many to come; the light snoring. Nite had fallen asleep, his back turned to Seymore, his small frame barely taken up any space on the mattress.
He wondered for a moment if he should get up and put Nite to bed, but decided against it. Instead, he took his blanket and put it over the small man by his side. Afraid of cuddling up to him, a strange thing to be afraid of, everything considered, he laid his back against Nite's, just barely touching him.
It felt… grounding. He felt safe, with the sorcerer's snoring filling the room and the warmth of his back against his own. He hadn't expected that. He smiled, feeling dizzy anew, finally letting sleep do its thing…
When Nite woke the next day, he was alone in the basement chamber. Seymore was afraid of what he might say or do when awoken, so he simply left the still sleeping human in his room, getting on with his chores as usual.
As he expected, Nite didn't say anything the following day. Just like the time before, everything went back to normal, and Seymore began to rethink if it was a dream this time. He knew it wasn't, but it all felt so surreal that he had a hard time convincing himself, that it was reality.
He found himself weirdly aware of Nite when they spoke. The little things, he didn't notice before. Like how soft his smile was, the rare times he did so. That he would fiddle with his sweater when nervous. How he looked at the troll, so intensely and almost… adoring.
Seymore knew it wasn't uncommon for young men to lay with their maids. Had Seymore been a young woman, even if he'd been a young troll woman, he wouldn't have thought there was anything abnormal about their situation. He understood that Nite wanted to explore his sexuality, his own body for that matter, and he didn't blame Nite for being curious.
But Seymore wasn't a young lady, and Nite didn't understand how cruel people could be, with matters like these. He guessed that Nite maybe just wanted to fool around for a bit, while his mother wasn't here, but Seymore also remembered how it had been to be young, naïve, and falling in love with every creature that batted him an eye.
He didn't want to hurt Nite. Neither his body, nor his heart.
The sun rose slowly on the grey autumn day; Seymore's celebration of surviving 41 summers so far. He woke up as usual, not feeling any different than the day before, and by all means, he probably wouldn't feel any different the next day, either.
He then noticed a strange smell and noises from the hallway. Still groggy from just waking up, he climbed the stairs, just to see everything looked like itself. But the noises definitely came from the kitchen, and he became very aware that he could hear Nite swear and curse, even before he stepped into the small room.
Nite didn't notice him at first, he just kept on whatever he was doing. It took Seymore a moment to realize that he tried to make breakfast, and as far as he could tell, he wasn't that great at it. Something smelled burned, and the place was messy, but Seymore smiled regardless, before he cleared his throat, making Nite jump slightly.
,,You're up!'' he almost shrieked, looking flustered around the messy kitchen. ,,I didn't expect you to be up so early on your birthday,'' he said, almost scoldingly.
,,I'm always up early,'' he smiled, walking over to Nite to take a look at whatever he tried to make. ,,Can I help you?'' he asked, looking at the slightly burnt eggs.
,,No, I'm making you breakfast today,'' he said, with confidence the plates didn't reflect. ,,It's… it doesn't look that good, does it?'' he sighed as he plated the eggs.
,,It's fine, thank you. That's very kind of you,'' he said, placing his heavy hand on the sorcerer's shoulder. He let it rest there without even noticing, while Nite slowly smiled and took his hand.
It startled Seymore because it didn't feel like when Nite thanked him. It felt like he tried to curl their fingers together, softly as ever, all while trying to be casual about it. The troll slowly removed his hand, as gently as possible.
,,You want to eat with me, I hope?'' Seymore said instead, taking both plates to go to the dining area. The sorcerer nodded, sighed, and followed him.
,,Yes, of course,'' he groaned. ,,I never get up this early.'' Seymore knew that was true. It made him almost tingly to think of how much effort the young man had put into all of this.
While he had done his best, Nite had never cooked anything, to Seymore's knowledge. The eggs were burnt, the meat wasn't cooked enough and somehow the toasted bread was soggy. While Nite seemed slightly down about all this, Seymore ate happily without complaining.
,,This is awful,'' Nite said, flinching as he ate the last of his bread. ,,I'm never going to cook anything again.'' Seymore smiled and finished his tea, finally feeling his body wake up a little.
,,I can teach you. If you want to,'' he said softly. Nite looked flustered at him before he shrugged.
,,Well, I don't know how… useful, that would be. For either you or me,'' he said slowly. Seymore remembered faintly that he himself had said something similar at some point.
,,Not everything has to be useful, Nite. Sometimes it just has to be fun. You're a quick learner, and at some point, if you want to leave the castle, you'll have to learn to cook,'' he said with a small smile. ,,I mean, you can eat at inns and such, but that's just wasteful of your money, really.''
,,I'm loaded,'' he stated. ,,Like money would be the problem while being out there,'' he grumbled.
,,Your mother has a lot of money,'' Seymore corrected him, ,,and I'm sure you have some kind of savings, but they won't last forever. Trust me, when I left home, I had nothing and I was lucky that I got the chance that I got back then,'' he said firmly, but not unkindly. This seemed to interest Nite again.
,,Where did you go?'' The troll suddenly seemed like he regretted saying anything, but the sorcerer didn't budge. ,,Where were you, before you came here?'' he asked again.
,,… I… was with a traveling troupe of various entertainers,'' he said slowly. ,,Musicians, poets, actors… Many creative and talented people, but all on the road for adventures beyond what I've ever thought possible, for myself,'' he said, looking down. ,,It didn't pay much. I had almost nothing when I came here, besides the clothes on my body. I left a lot of my things behind, but savings? I had none.''
Nite didn't push further, to his surprise. He guessed it was because of his birthday, maybe, or that Nite had grown so much, to the point where he could see when Seymore wasn't feeling like he wanted to talk.
,,I want to hear more about that. But not today,'' he finally said, standing up and looking excited again. ,,I know breakfast wasn't that great, but I… I have something for you, you'll love!'' he smirked, reaching out to grab the troll's hand.
,,Slow down, Nite, I need to clear the table,'' he said, but didn't get the chance to do so before Nite rushed him out of the dining area. He didn't stop rushing before they reached to stairs in the entrance hallway, leading to the first floor. ,,Where are we going?'' he asked, but the young man just kept dragging him along.
,,To a place, I doubt you've ever seen!'' he said excitedly. Seymore couldn't imagine there was a room in the castle he hadn't seen at least once, but he had to bite his tongue when Nite guided him down hallways and up staircases, he hadn't seen for a while, until they reached a wall, seemingly bare. ,,Just a second.''
The troll understood why he had never been here, as Nite proceeded to magically unlock the wall until a door formed. Even though Seymore flinched, the sorcerer didn't take further notice and just took his hand anew, guiding him further into depths of the castle he had never seen.
,,Are you sure I'm allowed to be here?'' he said cautiously as he looked around. The hallways around the castle were in light grey stone, always well-lit and plastered with paintings and decorations from around all the realms of Aenamo. But these hallways were dark, magically lit with a soft, green glow, and the only decorations were the spiderwebs up against the ceiling.
,,Yes it's alright, as long as you're with me,'' Nite smiled without commenting on the troll's discomfort.
,,Where are you taking me?'' he asked, as they finally stopped at a heavy-looking double door. Nite turned around, smiled, and pushed the doors open before he with a snap of his fingers lit the otherwise dark and gloomy room up.
Seymore was blinded briefly before he finally got pushed into the room. He didn't know what he had expected, but when he opened his eyes anew, all he saw were books; shelves so full to the brim, tall and wide, holding books that would take many lifetimes to read to an end. He had never known this room had existed, never known of any library this full, and he was in awe for a moment.
,,Is this… your mother's study chamber?'' he asked slowly, but Nite shook his head.
,,No, for some reason my mother has an extensive literature collection as well. Like, everything you can think of. Not every book is in the common language, but by far the most are,'' he shrugged. Then his eyes lit up anew before he pulled Seymore with him again.
,,But, why are we here?'' he asked as Nite pushed him into a big, pillow-like chair on the floor.
,,Because you said you like to read,'' he explained. ,,I can't give you much, because… what would I give you? How would I get it in time? But, I can share all of this,'' he said excitedly as if he had found the most magnificent loophole he could come up with. ,,Of course, I can't give you the library. I'm barely allowed to be here. But she doesn't use it much. And I know she wouldn't mind us being here, as long as we don't roam around the other rooms in this part of the castle,'' he explained, sitting down beside Seymore with a small stack of books in his lap.
,,That's… amazing, Nite. It's very thoughtful of you,'' he smiled. Nite blushed for a moment, and Seymore suddenly got the strange feeling that he wanted to kiss the short human, before he shook the feeling off.
,,I know, I'm pretty great,'' he said softly. ,,But these I can give you,'' he said, finally handing the troll the books he had been carrying. ,,She won't miss them.''
,,Why not?'' he said suspiciously as he looked down, reading the titles. They weren't in the common language. They were in troll.
,,You've probably read them before, I don't know. I don't actually know what kind of books they are, if they are fact or fiction, or whatnot,'' he admitted, looking over Seymore's shoulder. ,,But she can't read them. My mother doesn't really have an interest in languages, but she knows elvish and the sorts of that. It's important for many types of magic,'' he explained.
,,… I haven't read these since I was a child,'' he chuckled, looking at the four books in front of him. ,,These two are children's books,'' he explained. ,,This is a book we always read in school. Or, I think I maybe was the only one, that actually read it,'' he smiled, showing off the third book. ,,I don't think I've read this before. I don't recognize it,'' he said, looking at the last book.
,,Well, one out of four isn't that bad, I guess,'' he shrugged, but shrieked when the troll suddenly, effortlessly, picked up the human, sat him on his lap, and hugged him tightly, sincerely.
,,Thank you, Nite,'' he said, not realizing that the sorcerer had frozen up. When he did, he released him, but Nite didn't get down from his lap. ,,I'm sorry, I shouldn't just grab you like this,'' he chuckled nervously.
,,That's… okay…'' he said, looking away from the troll. ,,It's good, you're happy. I… uhm, I like when you're happy. I just… You haven't hugged me before, I just… wasn't prepared,'' he shrugged nervously.
Seymore smiled gently when Nite finally peeked up at him again. He slowly put the books down, and then just let Nite sit there, for as long as he needed. It seemed like the sorcerer didn't know what to do, but the troll was in no rush, and just continued to smile at him.
,,… Is this alright? Do you want me to get down, so you can read?'' he asked, eyeing the books.
,,No, not necessarily. If you want to get down, it's fine, of course. I just wanted to see… what you wanted to do. If you didn't want to be this close, or just stay, you know,'' he explained. Nite didn't move, but seemed awfully fidgety, making Seymore tingly again. ,,You've come very far, Nite. When all this started a month ago, I never thought you even think about my birthday,'' he chuckled nervously. He stopped, as soon as he felt Nite's long fingers against his chin, pulling it slightly so the troll would look at him.
,,Yerh, I didn't really want you near me, back then,'' he giggled, making Seymore's face flush, but he wasn't sure the human noticed the color in his dark, green cheeks.
,,What made you change your mind?'' he asked quietly, curiously.
,,… You did, of course. Either you're a very good actor,'' he said, leaning against the troll's pounding chest, ,,or… you really do want to talk with me. It's very easy to be lonely, but it's even easier to stay lonely,'' he said quietly. ,,I didn't want company. I know you didn't want that, either. But I guess… that's what makes us great company, for each other,'' he chuckled faintly.
,,I guess… you're right,'' he said, softly resting his hand on the sorcerer's back. He didn't hug him tightly again, he just let his arms around him ever so slightly.
,,… Troll's like to be touched, don't they?'' he asked suddenly.
,,… Why would you ask that now?'' he answered slowly. Nite shrugged but didn't leave his comfortable seat.
,,Because I don't really understand you're abstinence from your instincts. I mean, trolls are physical, you've said that yourself. I know humans can get depressed from being alone, but as far as I know… trolls go into some sort of hibernation when they are without some sort of touch,'' he said concerned.
,,Oh, so that's what you worry about,'' Seymore said, slowly understanding the young man's fears. ,,Yes, that's right. But… that doesn't necessarily mean sex or even skin to skin contact,'' he explained. ,,Some creatures need more social interaction than others. And by default, trolls communicate very simply… or primitively, with each other. Thus, trolls prefer to be with their own kind, mostly, so they won't go mad in a world that doesn't understand their needs.''
,,But why wouldn't the world know about all of this? Trolls aren't a new species, as far as I know,'' he asked, looking at Seymore again.
,,Because trolls are rough. They play rough, they talk loudly, and they mostly just want to nap together,'' he shrugged. ,,Not many other species are down with that,'' he explained.
,,You're not like that,'' he noted, straightening his back, but still sitting in the troll's lap.
,,No, but I think I was in some sort of hibernation. I don't… I'm not depressed, like that. I have a quiet life, but that was what I wanted, when I came here,'' he said. ,,But… I do find that I smile more now, than before…''
Nite looked perplexed, before he smiled back, almost shyly. He liked to witness all of these faces, that he wasn't even sure Nite himself knew he had. Seymore slowly cupped the human's cheeks, teasingly making his smile wider.
,,… I can touch you, right?'' the sorcerer said, slowly reaching for Seymore's hands.
,,Here? In the secret library, where we're not really allowed to be?'' he asked, but couldn't help but smirk.
,,Oh come on. It's your birthday. Let me celebrate you,'' he teased, making the troll shiver slightly. ,,And what do you have in mind? No one said it had to be anything perverse,'' he smirked, leaning against the troll's heavy body.
,,I can feel you,'' he commented, grinding slowly against the smaller man, who apparently hadn't been aware of his own erection before now. To the sorcerer's delight, it was also very clear that the troll wasn't uninterested.
,,I'm not the only one, I see,'' he smirked, letting a careful hand in between Seymore's legs.
,,Is this a part of my present?'' the troll whispered, already panting slightly as the younger man loosened the troll's pants.
,,I mean, if you want it to be,'' he shrugged, standing up to sit between the troll's legs instead. Then he pulled the pants down, letting the big, half-erect cock out of its fabric prison. ,,I would still do it, even if it wasn't your birthday, you know that, right?'' he asked, licking from the base to the tip. The troll groaned and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling when Nite finally put it back into his mouth.
This was better than sitting alone in a tent in the woods, drinking and wondering why he would go back to the castle, he thought. He leaned back into the soft pillow-like chair, trying to just relax and not think too hard. Not about what would happen later on. Not about how he really wished that Nite had kissed him, while he was on his lap. Not about how much he wanted all of this to be his everyday life; sneaking away in crevices of the castle, touching each other, forgetting about his adult responsibilities, just for a while.
Nite was right when he said that Seymore was young, barely just an adult. Although the troll often felt more like what his years would have been in a human's lifespan, he found himself feeling younger when he was with Nite. If he was trying to keep up with the teenager, or just because he felt like he could be himself, he wasn't sure about it.
But when they were like this, so physically close, he didn't think about the haunting ice-blue eyes. He didn't think about his chores or his problems from the past, he just thought about how he would love to touch Nite all these places, making him just as much of a moaning mess as he'd been before.
,,Take your clothes off,'' Seymore said with his raspy voice, pulling his shirt off as Nite enthusiastically got rid of his sweater, shoes, and pants. ,,Come 'ere,'' he said, guiding him up on his lap again.
Nite seemed confused for a moment, before he shrieked as Seymore rotated him, the sorcerer's head hanging down between the troll's legs, all while Seymore began to suck the human off greedily.
,,Warn me next time!'' he moaned, jerking unsteadily in the air. Seymore was strong, and Nite was light, so he could easily hold his hips in the air. ,,By Am, how are you so good at this?'' he whined, slowly grabbing the big cock in front of his face.
,,Practice,'' Seymore mumbled somewhere between the sorcerer's legs. Nite moaned and swore, praised and whined, all while stroking the troll's fat cock, covered in spit and precum. The younger man couldn't concentrate while Seymore held him like this. He couldn't blame him, but most of all, Seymore wanted to edge himself while he listened to Nite's lewd moans and to the taste of the sorcerer's precum.
Considering Nite had come to Seymore because he couldn't come, it was fairly easy for the troll to get him to the point. Nite was sensitive and they had a good rhythm together. It didn't take him long before Nite moaned loudly, coming hard into Seymore's mouth, while the troll put his cock back into the human's open mouth.
He swallowed down greedily, as he firmly held Nite's head in place, careful not to choke him. The vibrations against his cock, as the human moaned out his orgasm, was pure bliss and he wanted every second of it. Seymore didn't stop sucking and licking, so Nite didn't stop moaning.
,,I'm gonna come,'' the troll grunted, letting go of the sorcerer's head, so he could choose himself. Nite took as deep of a breath he could, considering his position, before he went as far down the cock as he could, spitting and moaning as Seymore filled his mouth and throat. He swallowed intensely, trying to not spill anything on the pillows, but to no avail. Even if it hadn't taken as long as last time, Seymore could barely remember when he had shot this much, and he grumbled happily as he felt the younger man clean him off afterward.
,,Fuck, it got everywhere,'' he panted as Seymore slowly sat him down. His face was covered in saliva and cum, and the troll gently tried to wipe it off. ,,You came so much,'' he noted, blushing as Seymore mindlessly licked his fingers afterward.
,,I can help you clean,'' he assured him, but Nite just shook his head.
,,I know you hate this, but it's faster if I use this,'' he said, manifesting a small, see-through ball of magic in his hand. Seymore whined and left his comfortable seat, as Nite proceeded to take care of the stains. Luckily, nothing exploded.
,,Thank you,'' he sighed relieved, sitting down in another pillow-like chair. To his surprise, he soon felt the small human on top of him again, but this time it was his back against the troll's chest. ,,You don't want to get dressed?'' he asked, an arm curling lazily around the human.
,,Nah, maybe later,'' he smiled, handing the troll books back to Seymore and covering them both in heavy blankets. ,,Read for me,'' he said, as he laid down in the troll's embrace.
,,You want me to read troll to you?'' he chuckled, as Nite lit a candle on the small table beside them. Seymore chose one of the children's books, the one with small, fairytale-like stories in it.
,,No, you can translate, right? I don't speak troll,'' he said, closing his eyes. Seymore curled his arm a little more around the human, to hold the book with both hands. He looked relaxed like this, happy, almost.
,,Sure. This book is called Stories from Gnar,'' he said, opening the book. It hadn't been opened before, still crisp and new.
,,Is Gnar a place or a name?'' he asked, eyes still closed.
,,It's a place. This book is used for bedtime stories for small trolls,'' he smiled. ,,Gnar is where trolls are from, on the Mainland. Down there, trolls look a lot different, or so the stories tell,'' he said. Then he cleared his throat, before he began to read: ,,Chapter one: Shy, little lamb. Once in Gnar, a lamb ran far, away from all it knew. When it came back, it'd been attacked, the question was; by whom?'' Nite chuckled lightly, melodic. ,,What is it?''
,,I didn't expect it to rhyme,'' he said.
,,It doesn't normally do so,'' he said. ,,But it sounds better when you translate it. It still has the same meaning, I'm not making up my own stuff, I promise,'' he smiled. He then continued: ,,The lamb then cried, its owners tried, to get it to calm down. Trolls don't pry, they only tried, to turn upside its frown. But in the woods, the wolf just stood, he glared at the lamb. When trolls went by, he took it aside, into his mouth so damp.''
,,I don't think I like where this is going,'' Nite said, still chuckling lightly. Seymore caressed the small human, cuddling closer against him underneath the blankets.
,,It's quite easy,'' he said. ,,If the lamb hadn't been so shy and out of it, the wolf hadn't had the chance to eat it. It's very easy for trolls, speak up, or be run over, kind of stuff,'' he shrugged.
,,The lamb wasn't shy, it was shocked!'' Nite protested.
,,That's the same for trolls,'' he assured him. ,,You either speak your truth or end up being eaten alive.''
,,Wow. Harsh,'' he said, looking up at the troll again. ,,You're very good at this. Translating on the spot, I mean,'' he said, looking at the words, as to see if there was some hidden secret he had missed before. But there weren't any.
,,Thank you,'' he smiled. ,,I… I actually used to read for my former lover, like this. He would read elvish to me, and I would read troll,'' he explained. Nite nodded, seeming slightly lost in thoughts.
,,That makes sense…'' he said slowly, yawning suddenly. He cuddled closer to the troll again, his gaze still on the book. ,,Do you mind if I close my eyes for a minute? I didn't sleep much last night,'' he admitted. ,,And you're very… warm. This is really nice,'' he smiled.
,,Yerh… it is,'' he said slowly, slightly caressing Nite's arms underneath the blanket. ,,Get some rest, Nite. Thank you, for… all of this,'' he said gently.
,,Hey, don't mention it. What are friends for?'' he said, closing his eyes and cuddling up against Seymore's chest. ,,Just move me if I get too heavy or something. But don't leave this place without me. I wouldn't want you to get lost or break anything.''
It only took a moment before the sorcerer was fast asleep. He didn't read much, he just sat there, for a while, studying the small human in a way he hadn't done before. He had never thought Nite would mention him as his friend. It made him happy and weirdly flustered.
Nite wasn't beautiful, he had thought. His face was always frowning, making all his undesirable traits that much more noticeable. But he had never seen him sleeping, relaxed, like this before. And while Nite still looked nothing near beautiful as a pixie, Seymore found that it didn't really matter.
He ended up closing the book, moving around in the pillow-like chair a little, until he got comfortable, falling asleep with the small human in his arms.
For once, it actually felt like a birthday, he thought.
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