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Linhardt reads in the library, his brows furrowed as his concentration is broken time and again by his obnoxiously loud companion. Caspar was recounting about the many victories he helped accomplish during their time apart. “it’s too bad you weren’t there Linhardt, it was awesome. Using my axe alone, I cleared the enemy fort and even brought the head of their commander to the forefront-” a finger appears on his lips as Linhardt proceeds to lay his book on the table. “While it certainly sounds… thrilling, and I’m sure that it would have been completely gut-retching to watch but all this talk of murder is making me queasy.” Caspar’s cheeks burned red as he nodded and waited for Linhardt to remove his hand.
The sudden obedience caught Linhardt by surprise as he picked up the book again. The image of Caspar blushing appeared on the pages over the words. Linhardt’s own cheeks flaring red as well with thoughts of his childhood crush. He imagined confessing multiple times during their student years, Linhardt did at one point confess. But Caspar thought that he only meant as friends. This continued to bug him as he once more thought that it may be okay to confess. “I love you” it came out as a whisper, but Linhardt was sure Caspar heard it as there was no noise around them.
No words came as a response and Linhardt could feel his heart sinking as the silence grew, it was probably the only time Linhardt could say confidently that he would rather have pointless banter then have nothing said at all. “you love me? -” Linhardt could not dare look in fear of what he may see. Would Caspar gaze at him with disgust after this? “you too, you’re a great friend!” Linhardt could feel his hands shake as he was mistaken once more, and he slammed the book onto the table as he stood over his friend.
“No Caspar!” he said loudly, “I love you. Not as a friend, I love you as a woman would a man! Does that not disgust you?” Caspar seemed shocked as he looked up at his friend, “what do you mean, Linhardt? I don’t get it.” Linhardt frowned and he leaned down connecting his lips to Caspar’s, the contact lasted only a moment before Linhardt backed away. “I love you enough to want to kiss you, embrace you, and fuck you. Do you get it now?” Linhardt didn’t wait for a response before he turned to leave, but his sleeve was caught in between fingers as he was tugged back. “Wait!” Caspar said. “If that’s what you mean, then… I’m willing to see if this works out.”
“Are you saying that you like me?”
Caspar scratched the back of his head, “I think so?” Linhardt sighed as he turned back around and put his legs between the arms of the chair so he could sit on Caspar’s lap facing him. “Are you okay with this, I’m rather clingy and enjoy physical contact with the person I love.” Linhardt followed his statement by wrapping his arms around Caspar’s neck.
Caspar grew red all the way down his neck, but still nodded as his answer. This allowed hope to enter Linhardt’s heart as he decided to test the waters a bit. Soft lips made contacts with bare skin, he nipped lightly at Caspar’s collar bone, receiving a moan in response. “You seem to be feeling it here?” Linhardt whispered against Caspar’s skin. The lust growing ten-fold as Linhardt drank in the sounds reverberating across the quiet place. He feels hands awkward brush his mess of hair away from his face and Caspar whispered a cuss. It isn’t till Linhardt feels a growing bump under him that he’s gently tugged back by his hair, “Should we be doing this here?” Caspar gasped between labored breaths. Linhardt shrugged, rolling his hips over that lump once more, then again. “I haven’t come across anybody the last few days… we can stop if you feel uncomfortable?” Caspar takes a deep breath, trying to catch his breath in the face of the onslaught of pleasure. He doesn’t care anymore if someone does walk in, he wants nothing more than to ride this high with Linhardt than anything else.
Linhardt notices the small shake of Caspars head and tries to keep up with the pace Caspar sets as he starts thrusting against him. The space around them echoes of their moans and the smaller sounds of the mess the two were making in their pants. “I’m getting close….hn” Caspar began thrusting faster, leaving Linhardt gasping out and gripping onto the chair to stabilize himself as he came. Caspar helping himself to the supple flesh of Linhardt’s presented neck, kissing and nipping as he brought himself closer to climax. he found himself gently biting Linhardt as he gave one last hard thrust before he came.
The only sounds around them were their own labored breaths, “that was better than I imagined.” Linhardt said softly and closed his eyes to enjoy the bliss of their closeness. He felt a hand stroking his hair and another on his back. “That felt different than I expected… I liked it” Linhardt cracked an eye to peer at his lover when Caspar spoke half worried that he may regret what they just did, and the other half was hoping the smaller man would be peering at him affectionately. It seemed like neither as Caspars head was leaned back, both basking in the after glow of what they’d done. Its not till after Linhardt comes from the high he felt that the wetness in his pants become unbearably uncomfortable, he pulls away from Caspar and smiles when he notices the blush remaining then he points down. “We should probably get washed up and changed… I love you, Caspar” Linhardt doesn’t wait for a response still unsure of how Caspar truly felt about him and runs to his room.