BJ-athon 2: Herb/Beldon
From Beauty and the Beast.
VERY NOT WORK SAFE
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"I said I was sorry," Herb mumbled, daring a quick look up, pulling further in on himself to see that Beldon was still ignoring him in favor of restoring all the objects in the room back to their original forms, one at a time.
Really, how could he have known that Beldon had been in the middle of an extremely touchy enchantment when he'd come cheerfully bursting into his lover's workroom? He interrupted Beldon all the time, and usually his Enchanter-turned-ArchMage had no problems talking to him and finishing whatever he was working on at the same time.
So it really wasn't his fault that all the furniture had come alive and chased them around the room. It wasn't.
Honestly, it might even have been funny, had the candelabra not taken it into its head to hit on Beldon. Beldon never handled people (or enchanted objects) hitting on him very well. It made Herb wonder, sometimes, whether it was the volume of propositions he got (and really, Herb could hardly blame them) or if something had happened in his youth to cause such a drastic reaction. But every time he tried to ask, Beldon gave him That Look and that was the end of that.
Even his father hadn't been much help, as Beldon had avoided the castle like the plague. Beldon hated royalty, and fancy trappings, and anything having to do with authority...
Which just served to take his breath away when he thought about how much Beldon endured for him.
So he really shouldn't complain about one little Incident, even if Beldon was still mad, and had tied him to a chair so that he couldn't cause any further 'trouble,' and wasn't speaking to him...
He abruptly realized that the rumbling, shaking sounds had stopped, and peeked up enough to discern that, yes, all of the furniture had ceased moving, and Beldon was standing in the middle of it all with his hands on his hips, looking straight at him.
Herb quickly dropped his gaze back down to his lap. "I'm really, really, really sorry?" he tried.
Still nothing. This was not good. Who knew what an angry Enchanter could do? He was fairly certain Beldon wouldn't zap him, but he'd already seen some of Beldon's more creative punishments and was fully aware that zapping was probably the least of the things he could come up with. Maybe he'd be spending the next week as an inchworm, or a hedgehog, or a bookend, or...
Embroidered fabric, sparkling where the light caught upon glittering golden threads. Dizzying designs and patterns that meant nothing to one who was not a mage, or at least sleeping with one. Herb knew what every swirl meant, every spiral, every seemingly-random line. Patience was not something anyone usually attributed to Beldon, but he'd always been amazingly so when explaining things to Herb. No matter how many questions Herb asked, Beldon always took the time to explain.
Gingerly he lifted his gaze a little higher, landing on the thick gold cord that held the Enchanter's robes cinched about his waist. There was magic on that, he knew, though he wasn't exactly sure what. Beldon changed the spells on it to suit his moods, so Herb never quite knew what to expect. Hopefully it wasn't the same spell as last week's. Last week the cord had been under the impression it was a snake and bit one of the visiting dignitaries from one of his father's vassal kingdoms. All Beldon would say was that the man had deserved it. Hopefully, Herb didn't deserve it...
Since he was still alive, in his own shape, and not yet in pain, he felt it safe enough to look a little bit higher. More embroidery on the sleek, featureless robe that most mages wore and often contributed to the mistaken gender problems that constantly plagued Beldon. Sometimes he really wondered why the Enchanter didn't just go around nude, then had to promptly quash the jealousy that always arose in him at such thoughts. He liked being the only one who ever got to really see Beldon. The only one that knew what lovely things were hiding beneath that shapeless robe...
Higher, and there was a long, smooth neck that he was so very fond of kissing, and full, pale lips that were even better for kissing, and oddly not frowning anymore, so maybe he was forgiven. Hopefully. He of all people should be aware of how long Beldon could hold a grudge. Eyes, then? He risked a look, ready to drop his gaze back down at any moment, relieved to see that the gold was fading from them and leaving them simply that stunning, brilliant blue that he loved so much.
Although, they were still awfully focused...
"Beldon...?"
A hand covered his mouth, long, elegant fingers not really doing anything to force compliance - the touch was far too light for that - but he quieted all the same. Herb might be the prince, but he was well aware of when to take orders, unspoken they may be.
The hand slid away, fingertips just brushing along the curve of his cheek, down his jaw to the hollow of his throat, then out along one collarbone until encountering the neck of the tunic Herb was wearing. There they stilled, lifting up and away, leaving Herb's skin tingling in memory. Then the hand flattened, splaying out across his chest, moving slowly, idly, thoughtfully. The touch was still light, so fleeting that he could barely feel it through his thick tunic. Then Beldon's other hand slid up his front to join the first, rubbing lightly, his thumbs seeking out and teasing Herb's nipples through the fabric. He shuddered.
Just at the edge of his field of view, pale lips curved in a fleeting smirk before smoothing back to impassive. Herb swallowed. That... couldn't be good.
The briefest whisper, words that he couldn't quite catch, then all the buttons on his tunic undid themselves until the shirt was gaping open and hanging down around where his arms were still bound to the chair. The air was cool against his skin; his nipples pebbled in response, drawing attention back to them as Beldon's hands slid along his bare skin, leaving a hot, tingling trail in their wake. He fought a shudder, failing miserably as first one thumb, then the other, idly circled his nipples, brushing over them, then falling away as Beldon sank to his knees in front of Herb's chair.
The Enchanter leaned forward, unbound hair pooling in Herb's lap and caressing his skin as Beldon tilted his head to bite at one nipple, immediately licking away the sting before repeating the process on the other one. Herb fought a whimper, though it emerged anyway when Beldon began sucking on that first nipple, the other being lightly caressed by the hand Beldon wasn't using to keep his balance.
It was torture, slow and certain. There was no other word for it. Beldon knew where all of his sensitive points were, using that knowledge to his advantage as he alternately licked and caressed each, working his way down and back up Herb's body until it felt as though his entire body was on fire, tingling, skin just barely able to contain him. He was trembling uncontrollably, only upright due to the chair still holding him in place.
And silent. Still silent, save for the smallest involuntary gasps and whimpers until Beldon gave him permission otherwise.
He couldn't hear anything over the sound of his own panting breaths, nor could he see past the fall of deepest green hair and devious sapphire eyes. There was gold in those eyes; not much, but enough to let him know that there was still magic at work. Had he been able to do anything more than feel he might have wondered what it meant, what more Beldon was planning, but he'd long since passed that point. Now there was nothing but tongue and touch and fingers dancing everywhere, driving him ever higher, his blood burning in his veins, in his groin.
Then those fingers left off their merciless attack, that hot mouth lifted away from its torture of his throbbing nipples, moist breath ghosting across them as Beldon whispered again.
Coolness, and a slight, temporary relief as his erection was suddenly no longer trapped by the painfully tight material of his trousers. Though not enough relief, as he was still painfully, achingly hard, and he whimpered again as Beldon licked his lips sensually.
Silken hair slid across his bared thighs, sliding every which way and pooling in his lap, shifting as Beldon moved, the long strands caressing his throbbing cock and making him buck and cry out despite himself. He bit down on his lip, certain he would be reprimanded for his lapse, but Beldon only smiled that small, slow smile and lowered his head.
Herb bit down hard on his lip to stifle a cry as Beldon licked the very tip of his straining cock, tongue pressing at the slit for the briefest instant before pulling back. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe properly, though that was denied him as Beldon licked again, slower this time, working his tongue slowly around the head of his weeping member. He pulled back again, breathing softly over the wetted skin, sending shivers of sensation racing through Herb.
Then he pulled back, and Herb made a quiet whimper at the loss of sensation. Premature, for Beldon's hands slid along his thighs, urging him to spread them wider, tongue flicking out again to lap at his balls, sucking on one, then the other, before Beldon began working his way back up from base to tip. Herb caught the brief flash of white teeth before suddenly his trembling cock was encased in a wet heat, Beldon sucking hard before pulling almost all the way off, then doing it again.
Dizzying torture, the light-firm-light games that Beldon was playing, and his thighs ached where Beldon's hands held him down and prevented him from thrusting. It was too much, far too much. He was drowning in sensation, and yet still so agonizingly hard. His cock was leaking precome everywhere, and still he didn't come. Couldn't come?
He whimpered in realization as Beldon lifted his head, magic-filled gold eyes flashing as he smirked and pressed a brief, fleeting kiss to the tip of Herb's cock.
"Oh," he murmured, the first time he'd spoken since everything had begun. "Did you think you were forgiven yet?"
Fingers stroked his thighs, his balls, curving around the base of his cock as Beldon lowered his head again, eyes still magic-bright.
Herb whimpered. This was the worst punishment yet.
VERY NOT WORK SAFE
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"I said I was sorry," Herb mumbled, daring a quick look up, pulling further in on himself to see that Beldon was still ignoring him in favor of restoring all the objects in the room back to their original forms, one at a time.
Really, how could he have known that Beldon had been in the middle of an extremely touchy enchantment when he'd come cheerfully bursting into his lover's workroom? He interrupted Beldon all the time, and usually his Enchanter-turned-ArchMage had no problems talking to him and finishing whatever he was working on at the same time.
So it really wasn't his fault that all the furniture had come alive and chased them around the room. It wasn't.
Honestly, it might even have been funny, had the candelabra not taken it into its head to hit on Beldon. Beldon never handled people (or enchanted objects) hitting on him very well. It made Herb wonder, sometimes, whether it was the volume of propositions he got (and really, Herb could hardly blame them) or if something had happened in his youth to cause such a drastic reaction. But every time he tried to ask, Beldon gave him That Look and that was the end of that.
Even his father hadn't been much help, as Beldon had avoided the castle like the plague. Beldon hated royalty, and fancy trappings, and anything having to do with authority...
Which just served to take his breath away when he thought about how much Beldon endured for him.
So he really shouldn't complain about one little Incident, even if Beldon was still mad, and had tied him to a chair so that he couldn't cause any further 'trouble,' and wasn't speaking to him...
He abruptly realized that the rumbling, shaking sounds had stopped, and peeked up enough to discern that, yes, all of the furniture had ceased moving, and Beldon was standing in the middle of it all with his hands on his hips, looking straight at him.
Herb quickly dropped his gaze back down to his lap. "I'm really, really, really sorry?" he tried.
Still nothing. This was not good. Who knew what an angry Enchanter could do? He was fairly certain Beldon wouldn't zap him, but he'd already seen some of Beldon's more creative punishments and was fully aware that zapping was probably the least of the things he could come up with. Maybe he'd be spending the next week as an inchworm, or a hedgehog, or a bookend, or...
Embroidered fabric, sparkling where the light caught upon glittering golden threads. Dizzying designs and patterns that meant nothing to one who was not a mage, or at least sleeping with one. Herb knew what every swirl meant, every spiral, every seemingly-random line. Patience was not something anyone usually attributed to Beldon, but he'd always been amazingly so when explaining things to Herb. No matter how many questions Herb asked, Beldon always took the time to explain.
Gingerly he lifted his gaze a little higher, landing on the thick gold cord that held the Enchanter's robes cinched about his waist. There was magic on that, he knew, though he wasn't exactly sure what. Beldon changed the spells on it to suit his moods, so Herb never quite knew what to expect. Hopefully it wasn't the same spell as last week's. Last week the cord had been under the impression it was a snake and bit one of the visiting dignitaries from one of his father's vassal kingdoms. All Beldon would say was that the man had deserved it. Hopefully, Herb didn't deserve it...
Since he was still alive, in his own shape, and not yet in pain, he felt it safe enough to look a little bit higher. More embroidery on the sleek, featureless robe that most mages wore and often contributed to the mistaken gender problems that constantly plagued Beldon. Sometimes he really wondered why the Enchanter didn't just go around nude, then had to promptly quash the jealousy that always arose in him at such thoughts. He liked being the only one who ever got to really see Beldon. The only one that knew what lovely things were hiding beneath that shapeless robe...
Higher, and there was a long, smooth neck that he was so very fond of kissing, and full, pale lips that were even better for kissing, and oddly not frowning anymore, so maybe he was forgiven. Hopefully. He of all people should be aware of how long Beldon could hold a grudge. Eyes, then? He risked a look, ready to drop his gaze back down at any moment, relieved to see that the gold was fading from them and leaving them simply that stunning, brilliant blue that he loved so much.
Although, they were still awfully focused...
"Beldon...?"
A hand covered his mouth, long, elegant fingers not really doing anything to force compliance - the touch was far too light for that - but he quieted all the same. Herb might be the prince, but he was well aware of when to take orders, unspoken they may be.
The hand slid away, fingertips just brushing along the curve of his cheek, down his jaw to the hollow of his throat, then out along one collarbone until encountering the neck of the tunic Herb was wearing. There they stilled, lifting up and away, leaving Herb's skin tingling in memory. Then the hand flattened, splaying out across his chest, moving slowly, idly, thoughtfully. The touch was still light, so fleeting that he could barely feel it through his thick tunic. Then Beldon's other hand slid up his front to join the first, rubbing lightly, his thumbs seeking out and teasing Herb's nipples through the fabric. He shuddered.
Just at the edge of his field of view, pale lips curved in a fleeting smirk before smoothing back to impassive. Herb swallowed. That... couldn't be good.
The briefest whisper, words that he couldn't quite catch, then all the buttons on his tunic undid themselves until the shirt was gaping open and hanging down around where his arms were still bound to the chair. The air was cool against his skin; his nipples pebbled in response, drawing attention back to them as Beldon's hands slid along his bare skin, leaving a hot, tingling trail in their wake. He fought a shudder, failing miserably as first one thumb, then the other, idly circled his nipples, brushing over them, then falling away as Beldon sank to his knees in front of Herb's chair.
The Enchanter leaned forward, unbound hair pooling in Herb's lap and caressing his skin as Beldon tilted his head to bite at one nipple, immediately licking away the sting before repeating the process on the other one. Herb fought a whimper, though it emerged anyway when Beldon began sucking on that first nipple, the other being lightly caressed by the hand Beldon wasn't using to keep his balance.
It was torture, slow and certain. There was no other word for it. Beldon knew where all of his sensitive points were, using that knowledge to his advantage as he alternately licked and caressed each, working his way down and back up Herb's body until it felt as though his entire body was on fire, tingling, skin just barely able to contain him. He was trembling uncontrollably, only upright due to the chair still holding him in place.
And silent. Still silent, save for the smallest involuntary gasps and whimpers until Beldon gave him permission otherwise.
He couldn't hear anything over the sound of his own panting breaths, nor could he see past the fall of deepest green hair and devious sapphire eyes. There was gold in those eyes; not much, but enough to let him know that there was still magic at work. Had he been able to do anything more than feel he might have wondered what it meant, what more Beldon was planning, but he'd long since passed that point. Now there was nothing but tongue and touch and fingers dancing everywhere, driving him ever higher, his blood burning in his veins, in his groin.
Then those fingers left off their merciless attack, that hot mouth lifted away from its torture of his throbbing nipples, moist breath ghosting across them as Beldon whispered again.
Coolness, and a slight, temporary relief as his erection was suddenly no longer trapped by the painfully tight material of his trousers. Though not enough relief, as he was still painfully, achingly hard, and he whimpered again as Beldon licked his lips sensually.
Silken hair slid across his bared thighs, sliding every which way and pooling in his lap, shifting as Beldon moved, the long strands caressing his throbbing cock and making him buck and cry out despite himself. He bit down on his lip, certain he would be reprimanded for his lapse, but Beldon only smiled that small, slow smile and lowered his head.
Herb bit down hard on his lip to stifle a cry as Beldon licked the very tip of his straining cock, tongue pressing at the slit for the briefest instant before pulling back. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe properly, though that was denied him as Beldon licked again, slower this time, working his tongue slowly around the head of his weeping member. He pulled back again, breathing softly over the wetted skin, sending shivers of sensation racing through Herb.
Then he pulled back, and Herb made a quiet whimper at the loss of sensation. Premature, for Beldon's hands slid along his thighs, urging him to spread them wider, tongue flicking out again to lap at his balls, sucking on one, then the other, before Beldon began working his way back up from base to tip. Herb caught the brief flash of white teeth before suddenly his trembling cock was encased in a wet heat, Beldon sucking hard before pulling almost all the way off, then doing it again.
Dizzying torture, the light-firm-light games that Beldon was playing, and his thighs ached where Beldon's hands held him down and prevented him from thrusting. It was too much, far too much. He was drowning in sensation, and yet still so agonizingly hard. His cock was leaking precome everywhere, and still he didn't come. Couldn't come?
He whimpered in realization as Beldon lifted his head, magic-filled gold eyes flashing as he smirked and pressed a brief, fleeting kiss to the tip of Herb's cock.
"Oh," he murmured, the first time he'd spoken since everything had begun. "Did you think you were forgiven yet?"
Fingers stroked his thighs, his balls, curving around the base of his cock as Beldon lowered his head again, eyes still magic-bright.
Herb whimpered. This was the worst punishment yet.