Giving Attention - nat-dal, natdal on AO3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/86451711
(🚨MINORS DNI I REFUSE TO BE THE REASON YOU GO TO THERAPY - 18+ ONLY🚨)
(no spoilers for manga! If anything seems inaccurate, it's for the anime watchers so be nice to me!) You join Olruggio in his chambers and tell him of your worries about Qifrey. Together, you agree on taking care of Qifrey, giving him enough attention to help him finally relax. or Qifrey is a pathetic bottom and you both fuck him senseless
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Giving Attention
The room is quiet when you enter. Nothing but the sound of pen scratching and lantern crackles cloud the sounds of your footsteps as you make your way towards Olruggio’s upstairs study. He knows the sounds of you well enough not to holler at your intrusion.
Pen scratching falters as you reach the top of the stairs, and Olruggio is already watching you as you move to take a seat on his desk beside his work.
He doesn’t bother asking why you’re here; he just raises a brow.
“I have an idea,” you say, and from the sultry tone of your voice, he leans back in his chair and folds his arms in front of his chest, listening as he widens the space between his legs.
“Go on.”
“Qifrey. Thought we could visit him tonight.”
He chuckles, “Tired of being in the middle already?”
“Oh, never,” you laugh. “Just thought it might help him a bit.”
Olruggio leans forward. “Is there something wrong?”
“Not sure, you know the man.” You shrug, “He snapped at me earlier today. Of course, he immediately apologized, knowing he was in the wrong, but before I could get anything out of him, he was gone to cool off.”
Olruggio was holding his chin between his fingers, looking perturbed and waiting for you to continue. You huff at his overvigilance, answering the question his expression was asking, “He wasn’t mean, just snippy.”
He nods, leaning back into his seat.
“He’s not sleeping, either.”
“That’s fairly normal.”
“Not like this,” you contend, “I can’t figure out why.”
Olruggio nods, then stands. You say, already knowing where he was off to, “I’ve already set your wine on the kitchen counter.”
He smiles, giving you a chaste kiss before leaving for the kitchen.
“Thank you, Love.”
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“Oh!” Qifrey exclaims, opening the door to find you on the other side. Your knuckles were raised to rap on his door, but were abruptly interrupted by his sudden intrusion. “I was… on my way to see you,” he says, giving you a smile.
“Perfect!” You grin. “But we were actually on our way to see you.”
As if on cue, Olruggio rounds the corner with an already open bottle. At the sight of the man, a dusting of pink covers Qifrey’s pale complexion. He was slowly piecing it together.
“My rooms?” he questions, surprised. His face was deepening in color by the second.
You turn to Olruggio, sharing a look before saying, “Is that alright?”
“Yes, of course.” He glances behind him, weight shifting between his feet. Qifrey stands awkwardly in the doorway, then finally nods, heading back into his rooms.
You and Olruggio share another look. He shrugs, taking a swig from his wine as he follows Qifrey into his rooms. You follow, closing the door behind you and placing a spell on the door.
Olruggio points to Qifrey's bed, directing him to sit. The silver-haired man awkwardly follows his command, squeezing his knees as he watches the two of you post up in front of him. Olruggio turns to you.
“Go ahead and strip, Love.”
You bit your lip, locking eyes with a blushing Qifrey as you grabbed at your robes. It wasn’t like the poor man had never seen you naked, but rather, he’d never been at the center of the both of your attentions.
The cold air is harsh against your nipples as they peak against its contact. As you let your skirts drop from your waist, you feel your cunt grow wetter with the earnest attention from the two men on your actions. When you were finally bare, Olruggio dragged his gaze away from your body, bringing it to Qifrey.
“Your turn.”
Qifrey gulps. You’d never seen him so nervous before. He anxiously fiddles as he kicks off his shoes, then slowly works at his black undershirt. You see his muscles tense as he works at the lace of his pants. Again, it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen either of them naked before, but each time, it excited you as if it were the first.
Finally, with a lift of his hips, he pulls the rest of his clothes from his body, leaving both of you bare for Olruggio to relish.
Olruggio grabs at his robes, swiftly undoing them as he says, “Go ahead, Love.”
You listen, sinking a knee onto the bed as you turn, settling at Qifrey's side. You prop up a leg, guiding Qifrey to lean against it as you cage him in with a thigh. You’re effectively straddling his hip as he makes himself comfortable sitting upright on the bed.
You rest a hand on his thigh as Olruggio settles between his legs. His presence alone widens their stance, but with firm hands on each of Qifrey’s knees, he spreads them until everything is bare for him to see.
Qifrey blushes a bright red and averts his gaze, but his cock hardens under Olruggio’s attention.
The two of them had been together before, so you knew Olruggio wasn’t the reason for his bashfulness. Instead, your bearing witness to it all was what made Qifrey so anxious. You squeeze Qifrey’s thigh, then rest an elbow on the knee encapsulating him. Using the advantage to rest your hand in Qifrey’s hair, you scratch your fingers into the base of his scalp in a comforting manner. You feel the muscles in his shoulders loosen, and you wrap yourself around Qifrey tighter.
Olruggio, eyes not leaving Qifrey’s, grabs your hand from Qifrey’s thigh and brings it to his lips. He uses his tongue to drag its wetness along the length of your hand, then brings it to Qifrey’s length, using his large grasp to enclose yours around the throbbing thickness of it.
Following, you tighten your grasp, dragging the slickness from base to tip as Qifrey lets out a moan. Qifrey’s body loosens more, and you quicken your pace, easing your grip and pulling tighter as you reach his tip.
Olruggio takes a deep pull from his wine as his gaze doesn’t leave his cock. He settles the wine beside him, wipes its remnants from his lips, then pulls off his shirt from his body.
Qifrey sucks in a breath, and the both of you savor the sight as Olruggio stands to kick off the rest of his clothes. When his knees slam back down, two of his fingers are in the warmth of his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he lathers them in slick.
He lines them up at Qifrey’s entrance, starting with one before adding the other. Slowly, he pushes in, and both of them groan at the tightness. You kiss at Qifrey’s shoulder, feeling as the muscles throughout his body tighten.
Olruggio uses the finger to work him open, pushing in slowly and pressing inside, hitting the spot inside of Qifrey that has him moaning harder as you work at his cock. Olruggio adds the second finger, using the girth of them to spread Qifrey wider, adding urgency to Qifrey’s moans as he’s worked through.
With his free hand, Olruggio uses a finger to form a ring around the head of Qifrey’s cock, stopping your hand from advancing further as he replaces the sensation with his tongue along Qifrey’s tip.
Qifrey cries out pathetically, grasping onto your pumping forearm and wringing his other hand into the bedsheets. His head falls further back into your fingers gripped in his hair, and you soothe him with gentle scratches as he chokes on moans.
Slowly, Olruggio lifts your grip from Qifrey’s cock, placing a kiss on your slick palm before bringing his lips back to Qifrey’s tip. Olruggio slides his head down his lengthy cock, gagging as he reaches the base. You grip the back of Olruggio’s neck, soothing him as he attempts to hide his struggle taking the length of him in one stride. Qifrey thrashes, but you coo into his ear, coaxing him to relax.
You notice the struggle continues as Olruggio tries to focus on both gagging down his cock and spreading him open. You grip Olruggio by his hair, taking control and using his mouth like a cock sleeve on Qifrey’s length. You hear Olruggio swallow, letting his throat loosen as you take control of the efforts coming from his mouth.
Qifrey is squeezing the fat on your thighs so hard that you know it will bruise. Thank the goddesses for the required witches' robes.
It doesn’t take long for Qifrey to loosen his grip to slap at your thigh, mindlessly trying to get your attention as he starts to panic.
“Stop! Stop–I’m going to-!”
You pull Olruggio’s mouth off with a pop, and he gasps, freeing his fingers from Qifrey and catching his breath.
Qifrey is gasping, his hips thrusting of their own accord as he tries to calm himself. His cock looks painfully hard, and you kiss at his shoulder, whispering a “good job” as Olruggio straightens.
Olruggio’s cock is in his hand, dripping with precum as he slides his fists along his length. He licks at his bruised lips, looking to Qifrey beneath lowered lashes as he asks, “Ready?”
Qifrey weeps a moan in response, and you giggle against his shoulder.
“You’ll be alright; I’m right here.”
Qifrey’s cock jerks as he continues to gasp on breaths, and you kiss him on the shoulder, resting your chin in the crook of his neck as you give Olruggio a look to continue. He lines himself up with Qifrey’s entrance, and you scratch your fingers through Qifrey’s hair as Olruggio pushes in.
You whisper soothing coos as he slowly fucks himself in further, and you kiss at Qifrey’s chin as he bottoms out.
You run your free hand along Qifrey’s thigh as Olruggio gives him a second to adjust. Gradually, Olruggio begins to thrust into his tight heat, cursing under his breath as he speeds up his pace.
“There you go,” you whisper to Qifrey. “You’re taking it so well.”
He moans pitifully, biting his lip to cover the embarrassing sounds. You grab his chin, pulling his face to yours. You kiss him, opening his mouth and forcing the moans from his lips.
Olruggio begins to pound into him, not stopping as you pull away to straddle Qifrey’s thighs. Qifrey mindlessly grabs onto your hip with a hand, the other covering his mouth as you line him up with your entrance.
You grab onto his forearm, pulling his hand from his mouth as you slide down onto his cock.
The cry he lets out is pitiful, his head thrashing as he adjusts to the overwhelming sensation. He holds you firmly in place, not letting you move. You lean forward to kiss the whimper from Qifrey’s lips, and Olruggio grabs at your ass, biting back a moan as you give him a view that has him pounding into Qifrey harder.
Qifrey’s whimpers are music to your ears, egging you on as you kiss down his neck. You begin to move against his attempt at restraint, slowly dragging your cunt away from the base of his cock before sliding back down with a breathy moan.
You’d never heard the sounds escaping from Qifrey’s lips coming from him before, and if you couldn’t have felt the hardness buried in your cunt you would’ve thought you were hurting the man. The thought shouldn’t have turned you on, but you found yourself fucking harder onto his cock, dripping down his balls as you grabbed his waist for balance.
Olruggio’s hand slides from your ass up the length of your body, landing in your hair with a firm grip as he pulls, bringing your lips to his.
He kisses you harshly, not letting either of your paces interrupt his efforts. It’s messy and labored, but your lips meet with lustful fervor. He pulls away with a throaty moan, slamming his grasp to Qifrey’s thigh as he groans, “He’s close.”
You bring your attention back to Qifrey, noting the tears welling in his eyes as he stares blankly at the ceiling, lost in utter bliss as his body tightens, lungs giving out as he’s choking on a whimper. His fingers are spasming as he tries to keep ahold of your thighs, but you grab ahold of them, squeezing tight as you continue to bounce on his cock.
“You’re alright, Qifrey. You can come in me.”
Qifrey chokes on a gasp, tears streaming down the sides of his face as his cock spasms, releasing shots of hot cum into your cunt until it's dripping down your thighs. Olruggio finishes behind you, cumming with a heavy groan as he rests his head on your shoulder. You finish along with them, feeling your cunt spasm around Qifrey’s softening cock.
Slowly, Olruggio pulls himself from Qifrey’s quivering hole, being sure to be careful with Qifrey as his body calms. Still catching his breath after his own orgasm, Olruggio helps lift your body off of Qifrey’s, groaning at the sight of the spend dripping from your cunt. He helps you lift a thigh to settle at Qifrey's side before leaving for the bathing chambers.
Qifrey’s body shakes as you lie him back on your stomach. His head rests between your breasts, and he mindlessly pulls you in closer, snuggling into your comfort. Olruggio comes back with a rag in hand, chuckling at the sight. He hands it to you, and you clean Qifrey before working on yourself. Olruggio, ever the caregiver, disposes of it swiftly before coming back with more blankets.
He closes the enchanted lamp before embracing you both with his warmth. Within moments, Qifrey is snoring softly. Olruggio brings a finger to his lips as you hold back a giggle. Your plan had worked, after all.
Olruggio kisses you silently on your temple. He snuggles his head into the crook of your neck, the scruff of his beard tickling your shoulder as he gets comfortable. He pulls both of your bodies tighter and lets his own relax.
You sleep soundly within the warmth of your boys, happy to have them both resting comfortably within your solace.
