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Of The Times: A Birthday Surprise
Title: A Birthday Surprise
Fandom: S03
Author: Gothatheartholo
Pairing: Luther/Fayt
Rating/Warning: NC17+ for shameless, gratuitous smut, cross-dressing, etc. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED OF DISTURBING THINGS.
Disclaimer: Don’t own.
Summary: Precious things. And yet…something is…
A/n: This takes place in Of The Times-- on Luther’s Birthday party. This is for two challenges: 15 spells: revenge and a future lufay challenge: fanning the flames of desire.
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The exclusive birthday party had taken place in Luther and Fayt’s dorm. Due to the connections Luther had all over the Sphere University, many people had dropped off gifts to show their kindness, their little sacrifices to have him by their side, he supposed. The party was small, but it was still stylish. All the usual items in the dorm like his prototypes and studies had been hidden away and replaced by food, different kinds of wine and any awards or trophies that Luther had won in the past.
It was his birthday, so he was allowed to preen.
The interesting part about the party was how he wasn’t really in it; he had socialized, thanked people for their gifts and drank a bit of wine, but he didn’t feel that he was there at all. He watched them all with vulture eyes, looking to see who would attempt to take advantage of him, get close to him and so on. He rolled his eyes at those who had tried to please him by giving him expensive gifts that didn’t mean anything to him; he snorted at those women who thought they could throw themselves to him because it was his birthday, where he would have to be polite since everybody was doing things for him.
In reality, he didn’t even want the party; the only reason he had it was to see which connections his acquaintances had broken and which were still intact. He was so lost in the activities that by the time the grueling, pretentious party was over, he had forgotten about someone. He didn’t really notice that something was amiss until he entered his bedroom and saw the fine shape of a body under the comfy covers of his bed. He chuckled and made his way over there, divesting the jacket of his black suit that he had worn in his party.
“Fayt,” Luther murmured, letting one of his hands rest on the line of Fayt’s thigh. He didn’t know much about Fayt Leingod until he had moved into Luther’s dorm. Luther had thought that he was too kind, too nice, but Luther had been proven wrong when he had used his experiments to court Fayt and made him his secret lover. Those who paid attention to the rumors would probably wonder why he had taken such an interest in someone like Fayt, but Fayt was different.
Over time Luther had gotten to know him, and he wouldn’t mind knowing more about him in other ways. He smiled and slowly unraveled his precious lover of the covers. Suddenly, he froze, his breath caught in his throat at the delightful image of his sleeping lover adorned in a French maid suit. He had little black cat ears over his blue head, thin white stockings, matching paws for gloves, and a long black tail. Luther stepped back, the fires of arousal slowly pervading his body and consuming him.
He licked his lips and shifted, straddling Fayt‘s hips. He planted a soft kiss on his lover’s mouth and green eyes opened slowly, looking at him in confusion. That soon faded away and he smiled, wrapped his arms around Luther’s neck, and whispered to his ear, “Happy Birthday.”
Luther shuddered and held himself back, his eyes hungrily roving over Fayt’s body. He wondered if this was his lover’s personal gift to him, to perhaps show his full cooperation in the experiments by cross-dressing like this. He took a breath of anticipation and then released it, grabbing Fayt’s paws and taking them off. He had to admit they were cute, but he liked Fayt’s deliberate hands, fingers entwining with Fayt’s.
Fayt smiled at him again and laughed quietly. “You’re normally not so gentle.”
Luther blinked at him and chuckled, one hand slipping under the black skirt, caressing the thighs with the tip of his fingers. Fayt panted softly under him, turning his head to the side, lips parting and giving Luther a flash of his pink tongue. Luther delved in a little deeper, his hand now pressing against the thin cloth that covered Fayt’s groin. His lover moaned a little, his own hands fisting against the blankets. Luther stroked his clothed length in a slow, teasing manner that left Fayt squirming under him.
“Luther,” Fayt panted, clenching his eyes shut. “Stop it-- stop teasing me.” He moaned again, hands grabbing hold on Luther’s, stopping him momentarily. Luther gazed at his precious thing; it was typical for Fayt to rebel like this. It only served to turn him on and with another chuckle, he resumed unwrapping his present by taking Fayt’s cat ears after Fayt let go of his hands. Like the paws, the cat ears were cute, but unnecessary.
He shifted again, pressing his body against Fayt’s and pulling him into another deep kiss, delving his tongue into Fayt’s mouth. His lover’s hands wound around his neck again, pulling him even closer. He tasted something bitter as he ran his tongue across the perfect row of white teeth, and even though he knew what that was, he ignored it. He pressed harder, rubbing himself against his lover and enjoying the little noises of the other. Without warning, strong legs locked around Luther’s hips, encasing him in this delicious heat.
His eyes widened and he groaned in pleasure, throwing his head back and whispering huskily, “Fayt.” This was almost too much; the heat of Fayt’s legs, the fabric of his own pants rubbing against his hardened length… His patience was wearing thin, but he wanted to enjoy this to the fullest, and so he did, struggling to take off the upper part of the maid suit. Fayt laughed at him and loosened his hold around his lover, discarding the maid suit and leaving him only adorned in a black, thin panty.
Luther licked his lips again and continued his ministrations, trailing kisses down Fayt’s neck and tasting the salt and the sweat on Fayt’s skin. He stopped at the sight of his lover’s bellybutton and dipped his tongue there, causing the other to shiver. He glanced at Fayt and smiled; his lover’s lust-filled eyes were glazed and some of his blue bangs were slightly damped with sweat. Their eyes locked for a moment and Fayt groaned, arching his body against Luther’s and urging for him to move.
Luther chuckled and complied, grinding his hips against Fayt‘s. It was torture for both himself and Fayt because of the way his lover’s naked body brushed against his own clothed one. Nevertheless, he continued it, almost enough to bring him over to the edge. He was almost close, just a few more, but then Fayt was murmuring something that he couldn’t quite hear. Incoherent words. Garbled. He knew what that all meant, but once again he ignored it.
A part of him was disappointed, but--
“Lu…” Fayt trailed off, one of his hands reaching out to him and caressing his cheek. Luther gazed at him again and smiled at his precious thing, shivering at the feel of Fayt’s other hand wandering down his groin. The moment he heard the sound of his fly unzipping, he was alarmed, but fingers wrapped around his hardness and stroked him.
“Fayt, F--” Luther tried to say; he wanted to stop this immediately, but Fayt shifted and sat up. Something like this had happened in his previous sexual encounters with Fayt, but it hadn’t been this intense. Fayt continued to stroke him, a small smile on his lips. This wouldn’t have happened if--
It couldn’t have been possible if it weren’t--
“Luther,” Fayt said with a soft laugh. “I’m your present, so I’m supposed to…” He lowered his mouth, his breath teasing the head of Luther’s member. Precome slid down the shaft and without warning, a moist and heated mouth covered his length. Luther tried to hold back a gasp, biting his lip at the feeling of a tongue swirling around the slit. Tease. Fayt was a tease. He didn’t know--
His lover took more and more of him, one hand caressing his balls, and the other exploring the insides of his thighs. This was some kind of revenge, wasn’t it? Even though Fayt wasn’t really--
He closed his eyes at the wonderful sensation of getting his member sucked, his fingers weaving into his lover’s hair. Fayt moved up and down and in a few moments, Luther threw his head back, finally reaching his climax. He panted heavily and glanced at Fayt, some of his essence trailing down his lover’s mouth. Silence settled between them while his eyes drank the image of his lover. It led to other thoughts like how hot and tight Fayt would be around him. Even though they made out many times, he had only taken Fayt twice…
This would be the third time.
All good things must come to an end, he supposed.
He rose from the bed and went to the bathroom. He rummaged through his cabinets, grabbed a tube of lube and returned to the bed. Fayt hadn’t moved from his spot; he gazed at Luther with a dazed expression on his handsome face, a silly smile on his lips. His cheeks were flushed; the sight of Fayt looking somewhat submissive and willing urged Luther to move forward, finally getting rid of that panty, quickly unscrewing the tube, coating himself and then preparing Fayt by sliding three lubricated fingers inside of him.
Of course, even at the state Fayt was in, he groaned in discomfort, but Luther distracted him, stroking and bringing him to release. Fayt collapsed on the bed, trying to catch his breath. Luther lost his patience and finally pushed himself into his lover, groaning at the heated walls surrounding his once again hardened length. He thrust in once, and then he couldn’t stop. Hands latched onto his shoulders as he started a rhythm and then when another orgasm took a hold of him, it was all over.
After he got himself out of his lover, he rested next to him for a few moments, taking all the air he needed and closing his eyes. After that he shifted, his back leaning against the wall. He pulled Fayt towards him, one arm wrapping around Fayt’s waist possessively while his other hand played with the blue locks of his lover. This was his precious thing. His precious gift.
And in the dimly lit bedroom, emerald eyes gleamed.
He had a strange, daunting feeling that he would never experience anything like this ever again. Nothing would ever be able to compare to this.
Fin.
----
A/n: If you haven’t caught on what was wrong with Fayt, he could have been a) drunk, b) had been drugged, c) persuaded, d) a combination of the above, e) all of the above.
Interpret it however you wish.
Title: A Birthday Surprise
Fandom: S03
Author: Gothatheartholo
Pairing: Luther/Fayt
Rating/Warning: NC17+ for shameless, gratuitous smut, cross-dressing, etc. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED OF DISTURBING THINGS.
Disclaimer: Don’t own.
Summary: Precious things. And yet…something is…
A/n: This takes place in Of The Times-- on Luther’s Birthday party. This is for two challenges: 15 spells: revenge and a future lufay challenge: fanning the flames of desire.
----
The exclusive birthday party had taken place in Luther and Fayt’s dorm. Due to the connections Luther had all over the Sphere University, many people had dropped off gifts to show their kindness, their little sacrifices to have him by their side, he supposed. The party was small, but it was still stylish. All the usual items in the dorm like his prototypes and studies had been hidden away and replaced by food, different kinds of wine and any awards or trophies that Luther had won in the past.
It was his birthday, so he was allowed to preen.
The interesting part about the party was how he wasn’t really in it; he had socialized, thanked people for their gifts and drank a bit of wine, but he didn’t feel that he was there at all. He watched them all with vulture eyes, looking to see who would attempt to take advantage of him, get close to him and so on. He rolled his eyes at those who had tried to please him by giving him expensive gifts that didn’t mean anything to him; he snorted at those women who thought they could throw themselves to him because it was his birthday, where he would have to be polite since everybody was doing things for him.
In reality, he didn’t even want the party; the only reason he had it was to see which connections his acquaintances had broken and which were still intact. He was so lost in the activities that by the time the grueling, pretentious party was over, he had forgotten about someone. He didn’t really notice that something was amiss until he entered his bedroom and saw the fine shape of a body under the comfy covers of his bed. He chuckled and made his way over there, divesting the jacket of his black suit that he had worn in his party.
“Fayt,” Luther murmured, letting one of his hands rest on the line of Fayt’s thigh. He didn’t know much about Fayt Leingod until he had moved into Luther’s dorm. Luther had thought that he was too kind, too nice, but Luther had been proven wrong when he had used his experiments to court Fayt and made him his secret lover. Those who paid attention to the rumors would probably wonder why he had taken such an interest in someone like Fayt, but Fayt was different.
Over time Luther had gotten to know him, and he wouldn’t mind knowing more about him in other ways. He smiled and slowly unraveled his precious lover of the covers. Suddenly, he froze, his breath caught in his throat at the delightful image of his sleeping lover adorned in a French maid suit. He had little black cat ears over his blue head, thin white stockings, matching paws for gloves, and a long black tail. Luther stepped back, the fires of arousal slowly pervading his body and consuming him.
He licked his lips and shifted, straddling Fayt‘s hips. He planted a soft kiss on his lover’s mouth and green eyes opened slowly, looking at him in confusion. That soon faded away and he smiled, wrapped his arms around Luther’s neck, and whispered to his ear, “Happy Birthday.”
Luther shuddered and held himself back, his eyes hungrily roving over Fayt’s body. He wondered if this was his lover’s personal gift to him, to perhaps show his full cooperation in the experiments by cross-dressing like this. He took a breath of anticipation and then released it, grabbing Fayt’s paws and taking them off. He had to admit they were cute, but he liked Fayt’s deliberate hands, fingers entwining with Fayt’s.
Fayt smiled at him again and laughed quietly. “You’re normally not so gentle.”
Luther blinked at him and chuckled, one hand slipping under the black skirt, caressing the thighs with the tip of his fingers. Fayt panted softly under him, turning his head to the side, lips parting and giving Luther a flash of his pink tongue. Luther delved in a little deeper, his hand now pressing against the thin cloth that covered Fayt’s groin. His lover moaned a little, his own hands fisting against the blankets. Luther stroked his clothed length in a slow, teasing manner that left Fayt squirming under him.
“Luther,” Fayt panted, clenching his eyes shut. “Stop it-- stop teasing me.” He moaned again, hands grabbing hold on Luther’s, stopping him momentarily. Luther gazed at his precious thing; it was typical for Fayt to rebel like this. It only served to turn him on and with another chuckle, he resumed unwrapping his present by taking Fayt’s cat ears after Fayt let go of his hands. Like the paws, the cat ears were cute, but unnecessary.
He shifted again, pressing his body against Fayt’s and pulling him into another deep kiss, delving his tongue into Fayt’s mouth. His lover’s hands wound around his neck again, pulling him even closer. He tasted something bitter as he ran his tongue across the perfect row of white teeth, and even though he knew what that was, he ignored it. He pressed harder, rubbing himself against his lover and enjoying the little noises of the other. Without warning, strong legs locked around Luther’s hips, encasing him in this delicious heat.
His eyes widened and he groaned in pleasure, throwing his head back and whispering huskily, “Fayt.” This was almost too much; the heat of Fayt’s legs, the fabric of his own pants rubbing against his hardened length… His patience was wearing thin, but he wanted to enjoy this to the fullest, and so he did, struggling to take off the upper part of the maid suit. Fayt laughed at him and loosened his hold around his lover, discarding the maid suit and leaving him only adorned in a black, thin panty.
Luther licked his lips again and continued his ministrations, trailing kisses down Fayt’s neck and tasting the salt and the sweat on Fayt’s skin. He stopped at the sight of his lover’s bellybutton and dipped his tongue there, causing the other to shiver. He glanced at Fayt and smiled; his lover’s lust-filled eyes were glazed and some of his blue bangs were slightly damped with sweat. Their eyes locked for a moment and Fayt groaned, arching his body against Luther’s and urging for him to move.
Luther chuckled and complied, grinding his hips against Fayt‘s. It was torture for both himself and Fayt because of the way his lover’s naked body brushed against his own clothed one. Nevertheless, he continued it, almost enough to bring him over to the edge. He was almost close, just a few more, but then Fayt was murmuring something that he couldn’t quite hear. Incoherent words. Garbled. He knew what that all meant, but once again he ignored it.
A part of him was disappointed, but--
“Lu…” Fayt trailed off, one of his hands reaching out to him and caressing his cheek. Luther gazed at him again and smiled at his precious thing, shivering at the feel of Fayt’s other hand wandering down his groin. The moment he heard the sound of his fly unzipping, he was alarmed, but fingers wrapped around his hardness and stroked him.
“Fayt, F--” Luther tried to say; he wanted to stop this immediately, but Fayt shifted and sat up. Something like this had happened in his previous sexual encounters with Fayt, but it hadn’t been this intense. Fayt continued to stroke him, a small smile on his lips. This wouldn’t have happened if--
It couldn’t have been possible if it weren’t--
“Luther,” Fayt said with a soft laugh. “I’m your present, so I’m supposed to…” He lowered his mouth, his breath teasing the head of Luther’s member. Precome slid down the shaft and without warning, a moist and heated mouth covered his length. Luther tried to hold back a gasp, biting his lip at the feeling of a tongue swirling around the slit. Tease. Fayt was a tease. He didn’t know--
His lover took more and more of him, one hand caressing his balls, and the other exploring the insides of his thighs. This was some kind of revenge, wasn’t it? Even though Fayt wasn’t really--
He closed his eyes at the wonderful sensation of getting his member sucked, his fingers weaving into his lover’s hair. Fayt moved up and down and in a few moments, Luther threw his head back, finally reaching his climax. He panted heavily and glanced at Fayt, some of his essence trailing down his lover’s mouth. Silence settled between them while his eyes drank the image of his lover. It led to other thoughts like how hot and tight Fayt would be around him. Even though they made out many times, he had only taken Fayt twice…
This would be the third time.
All good things must come to an end, he supposed.
He rose from the bed and went to the bathroom. He rummaged through his cabinets, grabbed a tube of lube and returned to the bed. Fayt hadn’t moved from his spot; he gazed at Luther with a dazed expression on his handsome face, a silly smile on his lips. His cheeks were flushed; the sight of Fayt looking somewhat submissive and willing urged Luther to move forward, finally getting rid of that panty, quickly unscrewing the tube, coating himself and then preparing Fayt by sliding three lubricated fingers inside of him.
Of course, even at the state Fayt was in, he groaned in discomfort, but Luther distracted him, stroking and bringing him to release. Fayt collapsed on the bed, trying to catch his breath. Luther lost his patience and finally pushed himself into his lover, groaning at the heated walls surrounding his once again hardened length. He thrust in once, and then he couldn’t stop. Hands latched onto his shoulders as he started a rhythm and then when another orgasm took a hold of him, it was all over.
After he got himself out of his lover, he rested next to him for a few moments, taking all the air he needed and closing his eyes. After that he shifted, his back leaning against the wall. He pulled Fayt towards him, one arm wrapping around Fayt’s waist possessively while his other hand played with the blue locks of his lover. This was his precious thing. His precious gift.
And in the dimly lit bedroom, emerald eyes gleamed.
He had a strange, daunting feeling that he would never experience anything like this ever again. Nothing would ever be able to compare to this.
Fin.
----
A/n: If you haven’t caught on what was wrong with Fayt, he could have been a) drunk, b) had been drugged, c) persuaded, d) a combination of the above, e) all of the above.
Interpret it however you wish.