#otome guy

Days had passed since that incident. And the girl couldn’t get it out of her head. Nor could she seem to catch Elias’s eye in class. He purposefully kept his gaze trained on either the professor or the book in front of him. He never once glanced anywhere in her direction. And it cut her bone deep.

It was her fault, of course. She had frozen in place, gaping at him foolishly. She just never in her wildest dreams imagined him saying anything like that.

“I’m falling so in love with you.” Every time the memory overtook her mind, it caused her stomach to jolt with both pleasant and guilty twinges. The girl bit her lip as she once again thought back to the way his kiss both crushed and liberated her. The way he had imprinted himself into the very flesh of her mouth. He was her undoing. And apparently, she was his.

The bell signaling the end of class shook her from her thoughts. It had been the last class of the day. She hadn’t paid attention to a bit of it, too busy glancing sidelong at Elias’s elegant profile or getting dragged into her memories of that night. She began to gather her books and other possessions together, standing from her seat and ensuring that Carbuncle was firmly attached to her shoulder before she felt someone beside her. The girl looked up and blinked in surprise.

Yukiya stood before her, his usually passive and stoic face a bit softer and kinder than she had ever seen before. She greeted him, shifting her books to her other hip to face him properly.

“Are you okay?” The girl blanched at his blunt question and dropped her eyes to her feet, cheeks beginning to bloom with an embarrassed flush. She stuttered before swallowing weakly and nodding quickly.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” Yukiya continued to gaze at her, raising a single eyebrow but remained silent. The girl’s flush deepened and she clutched her books to her chest tighter. “I-I mean-as good as I can be, you know?” The blue haired boy nodded slightly before moving past her, brushing her shoulder lightly and making his way to the exit. The girl could be mistaken, but she took that slight physical contact as something meant to soothe her. Like a comforting hand on the shoulder. It was as close as Yukiya could get to comforting, she mused. She appreciated the gesture, all the same. Smiling, she gathered herself and her stuff together again and left the classroom, as well. Never noticing the tall, blonde figure further down the hall watching her with narrow eyes.

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Elias had seen the exchange between the girl and Yukiya as he had been clearing his desk and preparing to leave. It had given him pause, noting the more relaxed look on Yukiya’s face and the way the girl’s cheeks had reddened. The way she stuttered shyly, and smiled when the boy with the curse had purposefully bumped shoulders with her in his passing. The anger and jealousy that had been overtaken by heartbreak and disappointment as of late came roaring back to life and curdled in his stomach. It sickened him. Caused his hands to tremble, the tension he always carried in his shoulders only wound tighter and he found himself unable to think through the dense haze in his mind.

He stood rigid in the hallway, shaking beneath the wrath of envy. His hands clenched into fists at his side and he wished for all the world that he had never kissed her, never gave himself over to the taste of her mouth. It would still hurt, of course, to see her with Yukiya, but at least he wouldn’t have known exactly what he was missing out on. Knowing that Yukiya would find a new corner of the heavens in the sweep of her tongue, the bite of her teeth drawing blood from his bottom lip. The memory of her teeth sinking into the soft flesh of his lip shot a bolt of pleasure straight to his groin and he muffled his groan with a cough, quickly making his way down the passageway. Desire wrangled with the anger and jealousy churning within him, only further increasing his body temperature as beads of sweat began to appear on the back of his neck.

His mind was on a deadly roll now, drawing up every single delectable and devastating memory of that night to the very front of his brain. He hurried down the staircase and desperately tried to ignore his blood rushing south and the tell-tale tightening of his trousers.

The way her breath rushed out of her nose when his tongue had tangled with hers. How swollen and red her lips had been after his bruising kiss. The way her eyes had been glazed over with bliss. His core burned with need and he rushed across the academy’s lawns to the boys dorm, cursing the way his dick pressed incessantly against his pants. The bulge was becoming far too obvious and he did his best to avoid passing anyone head on, lips pressed into a thin line as he dodged and evaded other students. The heat beneath his collar was becoming unbearable and he was sure that his cheeks were burning with unreleased desire and shame.

He finally crashed through the boys dormitory front door, staggering up the stairs and fumbling his way into his shared room. It was empty when he stepped over the threshold and he thanked his luck silently. Tossing his books onto the desk, he began yanking on the tie that had seemed to slowly strangle him on his dash over here, finally getting the knot to release and slip off his shoulder to flutter to the ground. His cloak was next, followed by the dark blue blazer. He nearly snapped the buttons off in his haste to undress, long fingers clumsy and twitching around the smooth gold buttons.

The vest dropped to the floor not long after and he knew he would be cursing himself for the wrinkles that would inevitably have to be ironed out once he came to his senses. Right this moment though? He was too busy unbuckling his belt and dropping his zipper, groaning aloud in relief as his hard-on was finally released from its tight confines. The front of his boxer briefs were already damp, with both sweat and precum and he palmed himself through the soft cotton eagerly. One hand fondling himself, the other quickly began making work of the buttons of his starched white shirt, inch after inch of pale chest being revealed. Kicking off his shoes and his bunched up pants, he placed himself on his bed, lying back to rest against the pillows with his shirt open from chest to navel. He lifted his hips to haul his briefs to his knees, sighing when his dick sprang free and bobbed earnestly.

“Fuck,” he gasped shakily as his hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently. His hips jerked on their own accord and Elias was already a breathy, hot mess. He didn’t do this often, too busy with his studies and honing his magic abilities. But the few times he had masturbated had been mostly out of curiosity, hormones driving him to let his hand wander below his waistline.

Lately though, his Buddy had been the star of his fantasies. Ever since that kiss, the one that had damned him, he had been fisting his cock every night, cumming with shuddering, silent gasps in the shared bathroom. He had grown bolder with each session, learning what got him off faster, what really got his blood singing in his veins.

The memory of his Buddy gasping into his mouth had him gripping his dick tightly and shaking at the feeling of finally being able to touch himself. The smooth, soft skin of his cock was especially sensitive today. Was it because of his emotional situation? He couldn’t be sure, but he felt the anger and envy driving him on as he began to pump his hand slowly. He wanted to take his time, why shouldn’t he? Yukiya probably wouldn’t be by anytime soon. In fact, he was probably walking the academy grounds at Elias’s Buddy’s side right this second. That thought sent him reeling in rage, teeth gnashing and breath hissing out as his palm circled the head of his cock and brought goosebumps exploding to the surface.

He released his member for a moment, spitting into the palm of his hand before returning to jerking his stiff dick with renewed vigor. The sensation had his mind spinning. More memories of that night flooded in and he lost himself to the visuals playing behind his closed eyelids:

Teeth clashing, tongues writhing and hands gripping each other. Elias moaned, adding a twist to his pumping when his slick hand reached the head of his cock and he trembled openly, hips rising to meet his hand with jerky snaps. His breath was coming in pants now. Sweat trickling down the side of his face as his body came alight with pleasure. His other hand remained busy fondling his balls gently and Elias threw his head back against his pillows, groaning loudly as the bubble in his navel swelled.

“Oh,” he heaved beneath his hands, pelvis taught with tension and rolling to bring his hips up into his fist. His toes curled almost painfully and he panted with exertion, eyes rolling back into his skull as his pleasure mounted steadily. If only she could touch him this way. Flatten her tongue along the underside of his dick and lap him up. His hips stuttered at that thought, muscles in his jaw rippling as he ground his teeth together once more.

Please, he begged silently, his mind already conjuring his Buddy kneeling before him. Delicate hands taking over the task, lips attaching to his throbbing cock. A guttural sound tore out of his throat and his head began to trash back and forth on his pillow as his navel became impossibly tighter. Golden hair sticking to his glistening face, cheeks flushed with a beautiful scarlet. His violet eyes were burning through slitted lids and his hips picked up speed, driving up into his twisting hand.

In his mind, his Buddy had already taken him into her mouth, bobbing him in and out to teasingly press him into her throat briefly before pulling back again. His mouth dropped open in an O of ecstasy, groans reaching an obscene level but he no longer cared. His body was engulfed in flames, cock pulsating in his hand and swelling as his release neared.

Elias dug his heels into the mattress and snapped his hips into his hand, the sound of his hand jerking his cock loud in the empty room, only to be masked with his moans and gasps. The tension in his navel reached its peak and at the last second, Elias released his balls to grip the headboard behind him as his orgasm slammed into him with a force that caused him to cry out wordlessly.

His cock throbbed beneath his palm, twitching as his warm release covered his stomach and chest, hips still stuttering against his touch. His Buddy’s name rolling off his tongue in a strangled groan as he pictured her swallowing him down while he painted her throat and mouth. His vision blurred with black spots dancing on the very edges and his heartbeat sounded loudly in his ears. White knuckled grip on his headboard slowly slackened as he fell back against his bed, shivers of his orgasm still wracking his body. His release still leaking out of his cock and he continued to pump slowly, teeth chattering with the hypersensitivity that overtook him.

He swallowed thickly when he was satisfied with his completion and quickly glanced down at the mess of his chest and stomach. A shower was in order and he rolled shakily to his feet, kicking his briefs loose and striding to the bathroom adjoining the room. His cock had softened and finally laid against his thigh, but the heartbreaking jealousy still remained. He examined his profile in the mirror grimly and tried not to wonder where his fateful Buddy was.