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walking into his lab, they hadn’t expected to be so suddenly taken away from the first sight of him.
all he had done was undo his high collar, exposing his throat, but it was far more skin than he had ever seen on the man.
his eyes drifted down and oh, his glove was on the table too, and they could see his scarred hand on full display, and that was enough to put a full blush on their cheeks.
he must have made *some* sort of noise because Emmerich looked up from his book and smiled.
“My dear, good evening!”
so easy, so relaxed. did he have any idea what he did to them? how undone he had already made them by just undoing a few buttons?
Rook did their best to saunter up to his chair unbothered, but he could feel that damned blush burning away at their skin, giving him away. he tried to act smooth anyway.
he lent against the back of the chair and braved tracing a finger along the fold of the undone collar, praying Emmerich couldn’t see the tremble.
“How *scandalous!* I don’t think i’ve ever seen you expose so much skin.”
Emmerich laughed softly and the sound did something to Rook, something deep inside their heart that made them want to sing and dance and believe in angels.
“What’s next? *an exposed ankle?* a raunchy display of your elbows?”
Emmerich’s head fell back in laughter and he rolled his neck to look back at his heckler.
“I am capable of casual dress, my dear, I assure you!” He turned in the chair to face Rook more directly, but Rook leaned back, putting their weight on their back foot. They crossed their arms and huffed, looking up and away coyly.
“I don’t know. For all I know, those clothes are attached to you. I’ll bet you sleep in them and have to iron yourself every morning.”
Emmerich snorted. “i do not *iron myself*, thank you very much. My love, does the sight of my undress so upset you?”
Rook leaned in, right in front of his face, lidded eyes looking into his.
“Perhaps. Perhaps i’m upset i haven’t seen *more* of this undress you speak of.”
Now Emmerich had a pink blush dusting over his cheeks and oh gods above it was cute.
“More, my darling?” He took one of their hands in both of his own, clasping it gently and gazing back at him softly. “Are you… sure? You want this, my love?”
“Emmrich, it is taking everything in me to stay composed and not jump you like a dog in heat.”
Fully facing him now, Rook almost between his knees, Emmrich smiled again but this one was far more coy and mirthful.
“oh, is that so? my poor dove, have i been neglecting you?”
the way he let the word *dove* drip from his lips went straight to their stomach, like an electric shock, and it took them a moment to recover.
“oh *yes,* my darling, can’t you see? i’m withering away, naught but skin and bone.” he leaned in closer, just enough that their nose brushed against emmrich’s cheek.
“i’m just *aching* to be filled.”
Emmerich couldn’t help himself. he leaned over, trying to stifle his laughter but it just came out as giggles instead.
“*That-*”
“was *not* my best work, i know, i’m trying!”
He laughed openly now, coming back up to brush his nose against Rook’s, his eyes full of nothing but love and laughter. his grin made his eyes crinkle and Rook could see the folds of crows feet around his eyes and the way his mustache bent around his lip and Rook tried to commit every detail to memory, so that they could revisit this moment over and over.
“it was adorable.”
his hand brushed against their cheek, thumb tracing their jaw.
“you’re adorable.”
rook didn’t answer with words. instead, he leaned into him and Emmerich met him and their lips brushed together into a kiss.
oh, they had kissed before, but this one was unlike anything else. it sent fire up rook’s spine and lightning in his head and wind in his chest as they simply melted into one another, rook grabbing and holding onto Emmerich’s biceps like he was about to float up and away.
Emmerich traced the bottom edge of Rook’s lips with his tongue and rook was too happy to accept, tilting his head ever so slightly to deepen the kiss and let Emmerich explore his mouth as he pleased. the feeling of Emmerich’s tongue sliding against theirs, his lips, the slight scratch of his moustache - it was everything Rook could ever want.
but his lungs soon complained, and rook pulled away for air, gasping, a string of saliva still connecting their lips. Emmerich tenderly wiped off their lips, and stood from his chair, also breathing heavily but doing a far better job at hiding it.
they didn’t speak, rook just allowed emmrich to lead him to his private quarters. there wasn’t much room for words in between the kisses and glances and touches they shared o the way, becoming more passionate and frenzied as they entered the room, closed the door, and raced for the bed.
Emmrich had a nice room, with silken sheets on a four post bed, but it could have been a prison cot and Rook would still have been in bliss as Emmrich pushed them onto the sheets.
“beautiful,” he murmured into their neck, hands rubbing up and down over their hips and thighs. “so beautiful.”
“says you,” rook answered, and gently tried to push emmrich away so that they could try to get themselves undressed, but emmrich grabbed their wrist.
“may i, my dearest?”
oh. well, rook couldn’t complain. they nodded, and sat up, legs dangling over the edge of the bed.
Emmerich took his time undressing rook, unbuttoning and untying with the same care and precision that he gave while handling his collection of artifacts, a touch so light that it made rook both swoon and wish that he could be rougher.
He pushed their shirt off their shoulder, and kissed their collarbones. His mouth trailed down, kissing, nipping, making Rook squirm and pant, trying to keep any semblance of his dignity intact.
Emmerich sank down to his knees and pulled away Rooks pants, brushing them away, and glided his hands over their skin, then paused.
he glared at the bruises on their thighs.
“i’m fine, Emmerich, really, they’re nothing.”
Emmerich shook his head. “you know i don’t like it when you hide injuries from me.”
“they’re not *injuries*, i just-“
he was cut off with a deep inhale as Emmerich placed his lips so softly over the bruises and with a glow of green, they began to disappear, and it took everything in Rook to not moan in wanton bliss.
“by the end of the night, the only marks i want to see on you are the marks made by *me* and *me alone.*”
this time, a moan slipped from Rook’s lips.
Emmerich looked up with hooded eyes.
“are we clear?”
“*ah*… yessir- " he felt the blush racing across his face as he said that and could not stop his tongue in time. their face must have looked so scarlet red by now; they felt like they were on fire.
but emmrich just grinned, eyes dark, gripping his thighs just a little harder and rook could feel his fingertips dig into the meat.
“*sir?* i quite like that. why don’t you keep saying it?”
all rook could do was nod, his tongue tied in knots.
"fuck, I - I did not mean to show my cards that early," Rook managed through his stuttering blush, an attempt at humor to save face. Emmerich, ever giving, just smiled as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underclothes and pulled them away to leave him bare.
"I'd rather know what you like right away, my dear."
He pushed their legs apart, and hooked their knees over his shoulders. Rook looked dazed for a moment before he was hit with a moment of clarity and tossed Emmerich one of the pillows to put under his knees; which he did, gratefully.
He leaned in and inhaled, deeply, savoring the scent of Rook, musk and sweat and all; Rook had to fist the sheets to keep his hands from shoving Emmerich into his cunt. Emmerich took his time, though, taking two fingers to just spread his lips and look at him glisten on his bed, weeping to be touched, filled, *anything*.
"*Emmerich....* you teasing little..." Rook whined, rolling his hips and Emmerich had to grab them to hold him steady.
He smirked.
"Patience, darling. You'll find..." He leaned closer and Rook could feel his hot breath on his skin and it made him shiver in anticipation, "...that I enjoy *savoring* my meals."
Rook was *not* given a chance to have the last word because Emmerich dove in and it knocked all of the sass out of Rook's lungs. His tongue swirled over his fat clit, then flattened and dove deep to lick him from his hole to the very top, and he swallowed with a audible gasp.
"*Delicious.*"
Rook found that all of his words were being quite literally licked away as Emmerich went down on him; they couldn't speak, they could only grab onto his now-ruined coiffure of silvery hair and moan and pant, Emmerich's tongue like liquid fire.
He sucked on Rook's dick and lifted one hand, using just one finger to circle their hole and completely wet his fingers from how much Rook wanted him. He whined, trying to buck his hips for more, but Emmerich's grip was firmer that he realized and wouldn't budge. Rook swore he could feel the scratch of his mustache as Emmerich smile devilishly, only dipping the very tip of his finger into Rook as response.
Rook groaned, deep from within his throat, and finally relaxed, relinquishing control to the stubborn man beneath him. They let themselve simply go limp and decided "*fuck it, let him do with me as he pleases...*"
...And Emmerich did.
Rook never had a good sense of timekeeping anyway, but the next minutes felt like a dream to him, lost in the pleasure Emmerich gave. He was soft putty in Emmerich's hands and oh, Emmerich *knew*. He relished it, relished him, tasting him and devouring him like it was his last goddamn meal on earth. Every flick of his tongue sent stars spinning in Rooks eyes, every pump of his finger (and later, two) made him curse and shudder in delight. Rook could have died and not noticed, so high in bliss.
He almost didnt notice his orgasm creeping up on him until Emmerich moaned into him; his thighs had squeezed around Emmerich's head, but he didnt seem to mind at all.
"Oh *fuck*, Emmerich, *shit*, I - I'm gonna - "
Emmerich didn't stop, not even to encourage him to cum all over his face; he just keep sucking until just that happened, slick dripping from his chin and getting in his mustache. The sound Rook made could have been heard throughout the entire Lighthouse, but there was no room in either of them to give a damn.
Rook pulled Emmerich up to the bed with them and kissed him, deeply, passionately, tasting himself on his tongue and only caring a little bit about the taste. Emmerich pulled himself the rest of the way, shedding his clothes as quick as he could with Rooks help, tossing them to the side rather undignifiedly.
They couldnt stop stealing kisses from each other even as Emmerich stripped, but when he was finally naked Rook leaned back to appreciate him in all of his glory.
Gods above, Emmerich was perfect. Silvery-dark hair on his chest and down his belly to his crotch, lean and sinewy muscle that showed just how surprisingly fit the professor was, and *fuck*, there was a dip in his hips where Rook's thumbs fit just perfectly when he grabbed them, pulling them closer.
Yes, his cock was nice too, but right now Rook was staring deep into those emerald green eyes.
"You are fucking beautiful."
Emmerich smiled, and brought one of Rook's hands up off his waist to gently place a kiss on their knuckles.
"Not as beautiful as you."
Rook wrinkled their nose playfully, and pushed at Emmerich's chest, guiding him to lay back on the pillows so that Rook could straddle him on top.
"No, no, we arent starting that game." He settled on top, knees to either side of Emmerich's hips, cock sticking straight up and nestled against Rook's pussy. He sighed pleasantly, like a cat getting itself comfortable.
"How are you so good at that? I think I stopped being able to see at some point," Rook joked, leaning down a bit and placing his hands on Emmerich's chest. Emmerich chuckled, hands on Rook's forearms and gently stroking up and down.
"Experience, I suppose."
"You're too good at it. Dangerous," Rook leaned in to steal a quick kiss, "I might never ask you to stop."
"Oh no, how terrible, truly, to be locked betwixt your ample thighs for all eternity..." There was no sincerity in Emmerich's voice and they both laughed.
"Here." Rook shifted, leaning their hips up, and grabbed Emmerich's cock to line it up. Emmerich lifted his hips to try and help.
"My turn to make you see stars."
Rook slowly sank down, sighing in complete content, and Emmerich placed his hands back on their thick hips and let his head fall back, half closing his eyes in bliss.
They sat there just like that for a moment, savoring how it felt to be joined, the heat between them and wash of calm that came over them both.
Then Rook rolled his hips and Emmerich groaned, low and deep.
"*Fuck*, Emm..."
Rook rolled his hips again, harder this time, and the sound that Emmerich made was like music to Rook's ears.
"Like that. Keep sounding like that for me and I'll make you feel so gods-damned good, I promise..." Rook punctuated that statement by lifting his hips, and shoving them back down onto Emmerich's cock, and was rewarded with more sweet music.
"*Rook...*"
Rook kept rolling their hips, harder, then finally gave in to riding Emmerich properly, the bed shifting as they did. His thighs burned but Rook did not, could not, care for the life of him, he just needed Emmerich's cock to keep filling and stretching his needy cunt and to keep listening to Emmerich's rich vocals, all manners of beautiful moans and whines from the man he had never heard before and was taking so much delight in being the cause of.
Emmerich's hands gripped their hips hard enough to bruise as they rode him, lifting his hips to meet theirs with every thrust. Gods above, it was fucking *bliss*, but Emmerich was suddenly absolutely starving and needy for *more.*
He held Rooks hips to a stop and let out a shuddering *wait* as he caught his breathe, chest heaving. Rook, mildly confused, held himself there, and could feel the burn in his thighs now from that workout.
"Emm? You alright?" Rook brushed his hand across Emmerich's cheek, wiping away some sweat.
"Fantastic, my darling, my love... please, underneath me, *please*."
Rook happily obliged with that and they switched, Rook's head against the pillows, Emmerich nestling between his legs. He hooked their knees around his hips and lined up again, thrusting inside with one long stroke, and Rook moaned so sweetly that Emmerich thought he could burst.
One hand on Rook's hip, the other to hold him up, Emmerich curled in and let his chin rest in the crook of Rook's neck and shoulder and pulled away and thrusted back in with a shuddering, needy groan.
"Oh, my darling, my darling Rook, you feel amazing..."
"Please." Rook scratched their nails down his back. "Please, sir, fuck me, *please*."
Ever eager, Emmerich obliged, snapping his hips and Rook cried out in want. The time for patience was done and over, it seemed, as Emmerich went straight for rutting against Rook and fucking them deep, shoving all of himself in with every thrust.
Rook was in heaven before, but this? This was something else. In between moans and sighs and babbling *sir* like it was their lifeline they combing their fingers through Emmerich's hair, held on tightly to his shoulder blades with the other, squeezing their knees around his waist. Urging *so good, you feel so good, sir, sir!* between every breathe, their mind had been emptied and was filled only with the sensation of Emmerich all over them, in them, surrounding them.
Emmerich knew he was not going to last as long as he wanted, and warned that.
"My darling, where can...?"
"*Inside*, Maker, please, sir, come inside me sir, *please* - "
That's all the instruction Emmerich needed to thrust once, twice, and then come to a shuddering halt and pushed as deep inside Rook as he could, coming to his end. Rook wailed and wrapped their legs around him as they came just after, the feeling of warmth spilling inside them all they needed to tip over the edge again.
They laid there like that, panting and gasping, a sweaty mess on the bed. Neither of them could be bothered to move. A hand moved down to grasp another and they smiled at each other through the haze, holding hands as they lay on the bed, content with never letting this moment end.