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Owl to Ofdensen [+closed RP: Nathan/Charles]

((As a bit of a setup for some future Dethklok prank-warring... and hey, Nate misses Charles. :p

Now has NSFW content.))

(The parchment is covered with bloody fingerprints. And is of course transcribed via Dicta-quill.)

Charles—

There's uh, my bed. It's covered in blood. Or something else red. And sticky. I mean I found it this way, I was passed out drunk in the common room for a while... like I do. My bed, god, it's completely saturated. I sat on it and this huge puddle of blood seeped out onto the floor, so now my floor's all bloody too. It's really brutal, but I can't sleep in this shit. And it kinda smells like dead troll in here. ~~And it's making me weirdly hungry.~~

Your bed. You know. Isn't as big as mine, but it's all right. I mean it's a NICE bed, a really nice bed. Uh...

Can I borrow it? To sleep in. With you. In your bed. If you're busy with your class thing, that's cool. I can sleep through noise. I won't bug you, I promise. ~~Unless you look like you could use some bugging.~~

Nathan

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Oh Ofdensen. A consummate neatfreak even in his fantasies.

"Knowing Hogwarts, the librarian would be trying to watch and beating off." Little did Nathan know, the librarian was in fact a literal angel. Archangel. Who would sadly not appreciate fucking in his library.

After setting the basket on the lid of the toilet Nathan began to undress, tugging his crusty shirt off first, then kneeling to get his boots and socks. Since he was down there anyway... He reached out and pulled Charles closer by the waistband of his pants, starting to undo them while glancing up at him with a sly expression. Rather, he was aiming for sly, but it came off as more playful.

"For shame, Nathan," he said teasingly. "I haven't even started the water yet." Didn't stop him from running a hand through Nathan's hair.

"In a minute." Pants undone, he pushed them and Charles' underclothes down simultaneously, baring his skin. Lifting the hanging dress shirt aside, Nathan nuzzled Charles' abdomen and used his tongue to trace the crease of his hip, following it downward.

Ofdensen's eyes narrowed to slits that would make cats jealous. The hand that had been in Nathan's hair moved down so he could caress Nathan's cheek, while the other tried to unbutton his shirt. Yes, with just one hand.

Nathan leant into the touch like some manner of attention starved creature and responded in kind, sliding his free hand up Charles' inner thigh. He tilted his head and let his lips just brush along the shaft of Charles' cock, the contact deliberately too light to really be satisfying. Now that they were finally alone and mostly naked, Nathan intended to have some fun drawing out his teasing.

Ofdensen growled, frustrated at the feather-light touches, as he finally got his shirt unbuttoned and took it off.

That growl, he definitely liked—it went straight to his dick, and if he hadn't already been getting hard just thinking about what he wanted to do with Charles, that would've been enough on its own. Kinda weird to like the sounds someone made so much, but kinda cool, too.

"More?" he teased, moving his hands to grip Charles' hips as he licked, almost delicately, the head of his cock.

"Yes!" he growled, looking down at Nathan with lust-ridden eyes. He ran his hands through Nathan's hair again to encourage him.

It was official: a frustrated Ofdensen was a damned sexy sight.

Nathan couldn't help his self-satisfied grin, but after a few seconds of gloating he obliged, taking the length of Charles' cock into his mouth as far as he dared to. His gag reflex had never been especially sensitive, but he didn't want to risk it at the moment. Puke was generally a bit of a mood killer. He worked his tongue along the underside, drawing back to suck on the head, and occasionally glanced up to enjoy watching Charles' reactions.

He sighed when Nathan finally took Ofdensen into his mouth. He tugged on Nathan's hair slightly, sighing again in contentment every time Nathan did something.

"Jesus fuck..." he said.

((I just noticed this post is 1944666. Appropriate!))

When Nathan felt his hair being tugged he made an encouraging sound around Charles' cock, which became a low hum as he alternated between curling his tongue around the head and sucking. He'd ~~presumably~~ given enough head over the last few months to pretty much know what he was doing now, and had fun trying to provoke certain responses. He kept hold of Charles' hip with a hand, fondling his balls with the other.

"Nathan, please," Ofdensen said, hunching over. "Either bring me off now or stop so you can bring me off in the shower."

Well, he had wanted shower sex...

He slowly ran his tongue along the length of Charles' cock a final time as he leant back, looking up at him. "Start the shower," he said as he stood up and started tugging his pants off. "And careful with the soap," he added with a grin.

He hid his eyeroll as he turned on the shower, letting it warm up as he finished getting everything off. He stuck his hand in, feeling and adjusting the temperature as necessary until he was satisfied and went in.

Nathan moved the basket of shampoo and such closer, then followed Charles into the shower, ducking under the spray first thing and rinsing off the traces of blood that had soaked through his clothes. There was more than he'd expected; enough to turn the draining water pink for a short time, anyway.

"No wonder I felt so sticky," he muttered. There wasn't a lot of room in the shower, so he took advantage of this by moving behind Charles and reaching around him, ostensibly to soap up Charles' chest for him. Surprisingly, Nathan didn't drop the soap.

"Er, how much blood did you say there was again?" Poor Ofdensen, so used to thinking as a manager he has a hard time not doing so.

"My bed was pretty soggy. Like stepping into a kiddie pool of blood soggy. It was oozing across the floor, too." Nathan paused to consider this, muttering to himself again about 'beds full of blood... blood bed... blood room...' This continued for several moments as he tried to work out lyrics. Realising he could, in fact, multitask, he resumed running his hands through the lather on Charles' chest, moving upward to get his neck too.

Ofdensen's eyes closed as his neck was washed. "Memory-sharpening charm if you forget," he murmured. "No recorder in here."

"Your memory's good; you can remind me later... in bed," Nathan said with amusement, leaning in to lightly bite at Ofdensen's neck. His hands eventually ventured south and he wrapped one around Ofdensen's cock, picking up where he'd left off before the shower.

"You know. We've known each other for—how many years," he said vaguely. It was a rhetorical question, a lead in for something he'd been wanting to ask about.

"Mmmm?" Ofdensen hummed, caring more about the hands on his body than Nathan's words at that particular moment.

"Years," Nathan repeated vaguely, almost to himself. "But nine months is still... It's a long fucking time, Charles," he said in a low voice next to Ofdensen's ear, and slipped an arm around his chest possessively. He felt a strange sense of déjà vu, and thought he'd probably already said those same words several times now. His memory wasn't unscathed from all the years of heavy drug and alcohol abuse.

Still, Nathan had been pretty good about this. He hadn't really pushed for explanations from Ofdensen, even though the uncertainty could sometimes wear him down.

"Believe me," Ofdensen murmured, raising one hand toward Nathan's head, "if I could explain, I would. But for now, Nathan, ignorance is bliss."

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