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A hearty smell of cinnamon and honey was hanging around the room, comforting Raphael in its familiarity. An empty plate was sitting on the edge of his desk, a handful of crumbs scattered across its surface served as the only reminder of the sweet rolls that Haarlep had baked earlier. Now, about half of the pastry was comfortably situated inside Raphael’s stomach and, together with a glass of good wine, it was making him pleasantly mellow if not a tiniest bit drowsy.
Sneakily, a tail snaked its way to Raphael’s leg, sliding across his calf, before continuing on its way further up, pushing the folds of his dressing gown apart.
“I was under the impression you were too tired tonight, after all that walking we’ve done,” Raphael remarked, trying his best to sound admonishing, yet his voice was too fond for that purpose.
“That was before you put these things on,” Haarlep responded to him in a chuckle.
Raphael glanced back, looking at his incubus over the rim of the reading spectacles that currently sat on his nose. He didn’t need glasses, his fiendish sight as sharp now as it’d been over two thousand years ago. This was a magical item, however, and an incredibly useful one at that. It helped him to discern truthfulness behind written words, making lines of text in a book glow green if there was any validity behind them. That was an incredibly helpful thing for somebody searching for leads on ancient artifacts among dusty tomes.
“They make me look like some kind of a college professor,” he confessed. “I didn’t think you were into that kind of thing,” he added teasingly.
Haarlep laid on their now officially shared bed, unbothered by insignificant social constructs like modesty or underwear, lodging in a position that seemed both comfortable and emphasized all of their good sides. Which, Raphael had to admit, were most of the incubus’ sides.
Even in their true form. Especially in their true form.
A mischievous kind of smile spread across their face, and Raphael realized that no matter what was going to fall from their lips next would make him want to roll his eyes. “A hellhound ate my homework, professor,” they said, rolling to a half seated position that looked particularly seductive. “Is there any other way I could get a passing grade tonight?”
Raphael groaned, pondering if it really’d been a good idea to take Haarlep to Candlekeep with him, and turned to his book again. It was a fable describing deeds of a group of heroes who set on an adventure of retrieving a powerful shield that was said to be able to deflect strikes from gods. It wasn’t a particularly useful source of information, as none of the pages on it so far contained even a spark of truth, but it was a surprisingly well written book, and Raphael discovered he got really invested to find out how it was going to end.
“You do look hot in them,” Haarlep added without even a trace of their usual playfulness, sounding so sincere, Raphael couldn’t help but feel his face turning warmer.
“You would say I look hot in a burlap sack, if I was to wear one,” Raphael pointed out.
“You would look ridiculous, but it would bring me joy to take it off of you. If you were to wear one of these scholar robes we’d seen at Candlekeep however… mmm… I think I would have no other choice but to do something incredibly inappropriate for a library setting.”
“Really? What can possibly be so attractive in one of those dusty old things?” Raphael surprised. To him they looked absolutely horrendous.
“It’s not the robe. It’s the position!” Haarlep explained. “All these students, dependent on their teachers so much, their futures hanging on a few words that can either open any door in their lives, or bring them to ruin. Oh, the sweet imbalance of power, the corruption of the institution! Thinking about it alone almost makes me feel all hot and bothered.”
Rapahel rubbed the bridge of his nose under the spectacles, unsure how to respond. “Well, I’m pleasantly surprised you managed to behave if that’s the case. Candlekeep is a rather useful source of information even for me, so thank you for not getting us banned from there, I suppose.”
Haarlep laughed at that. “Perhaps, next time I could plant a few suggestions into librarians’ minds instead.” Then they turned thoughtful for a moment. “No matter. Your glasses do stay on tonight, however. I’m planning to take full advantage of how beautifully they frame your face.”
Raphael sighed at that. He knew if Haarlep had their mind set on something, they were not going to relent. Not that Raphael minded it. The two of them had spent four long days at the Candlekeep searching for new leads, and Raphael was honestly looking forward to laying with his lover in the comfort and privacy of his own room again. “Let me finish this chapter, at least,” he pleaded halfheartedly.
To their credit, Haarlep had waited for the next ten minutes at least, which was an incredible display of patience from the incubus. Then Raphael heard the bed squeak slightly and felt Haarlep moving behind him, their hands landing on his shoulder.
“Is it such an interesting book?” they asked into Raphael’s ear, their lips brushing against the shell of it as if by accident.
“A real page turner,” Raphael responded, even though he had trouble concentrating now, the last several paragraphs of text refusing to register in his memory.
After making and failing one final attempt to ignore the naked incubus, Raphael closed his eyes and leaned into their touch. Then he reached out for his glasses to take them off, deciding that perhaps it was a good place to call it a day and relax a little.
“I thought I said these stay on tonight,” Haarlep protested, stopping his hand. “In fact, please keep reading, I will just…” they trailed off. Without taking their hands off Rapahel’s body, they walked around him, sliding down to their knees.
“You know, you’re insufferable,” Raphael commented, watching his lover crawl under the desk to settle comfortably between his legs. Still, he decided to humor Haarlep and returned his attention to the book. He’d learned by now he was going to be rewarded the most if he kept humoring them.
“If I’m insufferable, then you enjoy suffering,” Haarlep chuckled and the way their heated breath tickled against Rapahael’s bare leg, sent a wave of shivers up his entire body. “Oh, you’re wearing nothing under your bathrobe?” they gasped, delighted in his discovery.
“Don’t pretend you’re surprised,” Raphael replied. “You watched me dress after taking a bath.”
The incubus began working him up at a leisurely pace, covering every inch of his thighs with gentle kisses and tiny licks, moving upwards almost torturously slow. By the time they finally pressed their tongue against Raphael’s cock, he was painfully hard, twitching from the tiniest of touches.
Raphael gasped softly, not even trying to hide how affected he was by Haarlep’s ministrations, then he reached down, placing his hand on the back of his lover’s head. Tracing the shape of Haarlep’s horns and enjoying the texture of their hair that was somehow so much softer and silkier than his own, he tried to guide them towards the desired destination, yet not really pushing.
Haarlep resisted it of course, deciding to return to caressing the insides of Raphael’s thighs instead. That made Raphael groan in annoyance and lean backwards into the backrest of his chair, so he could glare at his incubus with every bit of disapproval he could muster.
Somehow the gesture had an unexpected effect, because as their eyes met, Haarlep suddenly froze, a very visible shudder running down their spine, their wings fluttering against the wooden top of the desk. There was a very short moment where Raphael tried to understand what caused such a reaction. And then his lips stretched into a wide smile.
“You really do like them, don’t you?” he asked, adjusting the glasses that managed to slide down his nose just a notch. With his second hand, he reached for Haarlep’s chin next, lifting it up just slightly, enough to level their mouth with the head of his cock. “Do you really think you’re going to get a passing grade, dragging this out so much, hmm?” he asked, his voice low, yet full of authority.
Haarlep’s wings trembled again, this time so hard, Raphael’s entire desk shook, a few items situated on it almost tipping over. Letting out a greedy moan, the incubus opened their mouth and took the entire length in front of them in a single go, making Raphael to bite his lip to prevent the sound that was kicked out of his lungs from becoming embarrassingly loud.
“Yes,” Raphael gasped encouragingly. “Just like that. You look so beautiful sucking me off. My gorgeous Haarlep.”
Perhaps, getting the incubus that railed up was not the greatest of ideas, because now it seemed they decided to forgo any kind of playfulness, focusing solemnly on bringing Raphael to completion, humming around his length, making him squirm in the chair from pleasure. And they were good at it, too. So much so, that Raphael doubted even three minutes had passed before he began feeling incredibly close.
“Hey, I’m going…” he trailed off between gasps. He couldn’t finish the sentence — forming sounds into coherent words was starting to become more and more difficult. He thought he managed to convey the idea, however, because he felt Haarlep grinning around him, starting to move even faster instead of stopping.
A moment, then another and Raphael was spilling into his lover’s mouth with a short, ragged cry.
“So, how would you grade my performance, Professor Raphael?” Haarlep asked him, speaking directly into his mind as they crawled from under the desk and on top of him, straddling Raphael’s hips.
It was difficult to concentrate on anything, as Rapahel was trying to come down from his orgasm, his body buzzing in the most pleasurable manner. “A ‘B’, I’d say,” he lied, glancing up at his lover.
Haarlep was still watching him hungrily, a playful smirk on their lips. They were very hard, too, their own erection pressing against Raphael’s stomach, smearing precum over his skin. “Only a ‘B’?” they purred, “I don’t think I can be quite satisfied with that. Whatever should I do to improve my grade, eh?”
While Raphael couldn’t exactly say he was particularly into whatever game his incubus was playing, he could appreciate the way they looked like now: breathing heavily and still slightly shaking, with blush on their cheeks that was giving their skin almost purplish undertone. It was truly a sight to behold.
“Come on now, spit,” he requested, offering Haarlep his hand.
The incubus obeyed, opening their mouth, Rapahel’s own spill dripping onto his palm. Then, without any additional prompting, they leaned in, pressing their lips to Rapahel’s kissing him deeply, their tongues intertwining.
Immediately, as Rapahel tasted both the bitterness of himself and the sweetness of Haarlep’s saliva, he felt another wave of heat coiling inside of his stomach. Even spent and tired as he was, his cock started to return to life once again under the influence of the incubus’ abilities.
Using both of his hands, he reached behind Haarlep, lifting their tail with his clean one, while beginning to smear his own come over his lover’s entrance. Technically, he didn’t need to do it; the incubus physiology being a weird thing, but it was still going to ease the process for both of them. And so he pushed his slick fingers in, instantly rewarded with Haarlep’s sharp intake of air.
There was a side to Haarlep that Rapahel was both well aware of for centuries and only recently discovered a new variation of. The incubus was a rather talkative person when it came to sex. Except previously they’d been mostly spitting out insults and degradations that were mixed with occasional praises. Now, when both of them came to terms with their feelings for each other, when Rapahel realized he wished to be a better lover for Haarlep… well, he discovered their talkativeness could, on occasions, run a completely different curse:
“Oh, yes, love, right there!” Haarlep began muttering into his ear, as they pulled away from the kiss, their forehead falling on Rapahel’s shoulder. “Your fingers feel so good, so good inside of me. Please, spread me open, please, I need your wonderful, gorgeous cock, too. Come on, my love, hurry up and put it in!”
Raphael remembered being very taken aback by the change of their usual repertoire, and if he was honest, he was still getting used to that amount of praise, yet it wasn’t an unwelcome change.
“My-my, a little impatient, are we?” he smiled, his teasing intonation making Haarlep groan, because of how often they themselves used that line on Raphael. “Well, you’ve been on such good behavior lately, so I definitely should have some mercy on you,” he added, removing his fingers and lining the head of his cock to Haarlep’s entrance.
Wrapping his other arm around Haarlep’s shoulder, Rapahel began pushing them down onto himself. Not that Haarlep needed any encouragement, settling themselves fully in a single, easy slide, letting out a cry of pleasure as the entirety of Raphael’s length nested inside of them.
“Ah, hells,” they purred as they started to move without even needing time to adjust. “This feels great, your cock feels so good. I love it so much!”
“You feel rather amazing, too, my Haarlep,” Raphael replied, relishing in the sensation of heat and pressure around his cock. It was, of course, different now, when Haarlep was themselves and not impersonating the likeness of Raphael’s body. All he could feel was his own side of things, without the feedback loop of their shared sensations. Yet, it was somehow sharper this way, too, as he could fully focus on his own feelings.
Holding his lover tight against his body, Rapahel was trying his best to meet their every movement with a thrust of his own, but it was a difficult task while being pressed into a chair. After a very short consideration and one tender kiss placed on Haarlep’s cheek, he picked up the much lighter than they seemed incubus, placing them on the back onto the desk. Of course, Haarlep ended up kicking some minor items off of it with their wings, something falling down to the floor with a thud and a crash, but it was a small price for Raphael to be now able to thrust into his lover with abandon, receiving even more senseless praises in the process.
“You are so hot like this,” they were repeating like a mantra, like an incantation of a spell. “You look so beautiful,” they added, reaching out for Raphael’s face, trying to fix the glasses that by now were completely skew, holding on Raphael’s nose only by some miracle.
“You're beautiful too,” Raphael responded, projecting as much of his tender feelings for the incubus as he could, letting them feed on both his desire and his love.
He had no idea how he lived before without this, without an opportunity of seeing Haarlep like this, desperate from pleasure, trembling while knowing Raphael was the one responsible for it. It was like he was blind this entire time, as if slumbering for centuries and only now waking up to reality.
“I love you,” one of them said. Or maybe it were both of them who did it at the same time, Raphael couldn’t tell for sure, too distracted by the beautiful face in front of him, by his own rapidly approaching orgasm.
Thankfully, he was able to hold out a little longer, until he was able to see Haarlep tensing and gasping for air under him, their entire body arching from the surface of the desk with a shout so loud Raphael worried it might’ve been even overhear by the other inhabitants of the House of Hope. Raphael followed them suit only a moment later, peaking for the second time that evening, which didn’t feel any less intense than the first.
And then everything quieted down, as if time itself stopped between them. Raphael collapsed on top of Haarlep, breathing heavily against their chest, his blood rushing through his veins with such force, it was echoing as white noise in his ears. His heart was thumping vigorously, and he was sure it was matching its cadence with the one beating in Haarlep’s chest.
“Hells,” Haarlep finally managed. “This was something.”
“Mhhhmm,” Rapahel agreed. “A solid ‘A’.”
“A what?” Haarlep asked, sounding both tired and confused.
It took a little bit of effort for Raphael to pull himself away and gift his lover an amused look, his glasses barely hanging on him by that point.
“Ohhh, an ‘A’!” Haarlep laughed. Reaching out for Raphael’s face, they carefully removed the spectacles and placed them somewhere to the side. “We should probably go to bed. I feel like you're going to be upset if I ruin that library book under my back, and they will ban you from your new favorite nerdy spot.”
“It’s not a… nerdy spot!” Raphael protested. Still, he could see the reason behind the request, both because of the book, and also because he really wouldn’t have minded to get some rest after the rather physically intensive day. Scooping Haarlep off the desk, he moved them to a more comfortable spot in the bedroom, depositing the incubus onto a layer of soft blankets.
“Whatever you say, Professor Raphalel,” Haarlep smiled, before their smile turned into an unashamed yawn. “I’m probably gonna indulge in a nap now,” they added, closing their eyes.
In the corner of his mind, Raphael considered getting up and finding a wet washcloth to clean both of them up, yet found himself too exhausted, settling on doing his best with a dry towel that laid on the nightstand. He was probably going to regret it later, but that was a problem for tomorrow’s him.
Today's him snuggled close to Haarlep, and found himself immediately wrapped into the incubus’s wings, their tail curling around Raphael’s leg. Everything was quiet around them, with only the sound of wind outside of the windows and the gentle hum of the engines that operated the castle, yet even they were much quieter now than they once used to. The older version of Raphael would’ve even found this peaceful moment dull. But the new him had learned not to lie to himself and appreciate things that he distrusted once. Like the warmth of his lover’s embrace and the aftertaste of pecans and honey in his mouth, that somehow remained prominent for hours after the rolls themselves were gone.
He could make it even better, too. The power of it was in him that entire time, he mused amusingly. “I love you,” he said fondly, and was immediately rewarded with a shiver that ran from the top of Haarlep’s horns and down to the tip of their tail.
“I love you, too,” they responded, embracing Raphael even tighter.