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The bed beneath him was plush and soft, like floating on a cloud. He sighed, warmth enveloping his soul.
Above him, white hot fire and strong muscle, everywhere at once, entirely overwhelming yet still not enough. Every little touch left him shaking and sighing, arching into the large calloused hands as they mapped his skin.
“Sett.” It took him a moment to recognise the voice as his own.
His chuckle was right next to his ear, rumbling and deep,
“That’s it, just like that, mooncake-”
Aphelios awoke soaked to the bone and gasping for air. He blinked a few times before realisation set in and horror surged in his gut. He hadn’t had a dream like that since he was a teenager, and even then he didn’t remember them being quite so vivid.
He’d just had a wet dream about his boss. The Boss.
Aphelios groaned and buried his head under the furs, but even there he couldn’t hide from his shame.
He wasn’t completely in the dark in regards to his current problem, but that didn’t make it any less torturous. Even the lingering effects of Noctum weren’t enough to suppress the sensation.
Between his legs was wet and hot and dreadfully uncomfortable. He rubbed them together but it offered no relief. A hand drifted south, toying at the edge of his underwear.
I suppose I should just deal with it.
He didn’t touch himself often, more out of disinterest than anything else, so when he trailed a hand down to the hem of his pants he was struck by just how clueless he felt. Start with the chest, he thought, but he hadn’t done such things since before the ceremony that left scars below his pecs. Still, he rolled the nipple between his fingers, lithe and steady. It wasn’t quite as sensitive as it had been, but it still made him shudder.
Hooking a thumb under the waist of the thin linen, he dragged his underwear down and kicked it off somewhere to find later. He slipped his free hand between his legs and his cheeks heated. Mother Moon, he was soaked already. What was wrong with him?
Aphelios squeezed his eyes shut and pinched his cock between two fingers, gasping at the sensation. No, too forceful, build up to it- He let out a steady breath and came at it again, this time slowly circling. It felt… strange. Sparks danced up his spine and fuzzed all his senses. The feeling was muffled through the Noctum, as if he were doing it all through a layer of cotton.
He went lower still, teasing a finger at his hole, breath hitching. Trailing his finger around the edge, never quite pushing that extra half inch he needed-
Then a flash of an image from his dream resurfaced and knocked the air from his lungs.
Aphelios covered his mouth as though he could make any sound loud enough to need muffling. Was he really so desperate that he jumped on the first man who gave him attention?
No, that wasn’t true. Plenty of men between Targon and Piltover had called him handsome, expressed their intentions, but most of them lost interest as soon as they discovered he couldn’t speak. Had his standards dropped that low?
Sett wasn’t undesirable by any means.
Maybe Sett would be interested, if he asked. Not that Aphelios would. What would happen after he said no? A man like him could probably get whoever he wanted, why settle for someone as inexperienced as Aphelios? How would it even work? He’d had a few bouts as a teenager; hushed, frantic affairs tucked away in caves urging one another to keep quiet or they’ll hear you-
Not that Aphelios ever had that problem.
He huffed.
Okay, but, hypothetically, if Sett did want to have sex with him, how would it play out? He doubted that everyone was in such a rush to get it over with as he’d been over a decade ago.
Part of him hoped it would be though; Quick and primal and over quickly so they could pretend it never happened. To be pinned down and thoroughly used until he couldn’t walk, at least so he could be of service. Whatever else he tried would probably pale to any other partner Sett would’ve had previously, but at least he could provide a warm hole and little complaint.
Aphelios sighed, and unceremoniously shoved two fingers into his mouth. He groaned around them as he ground the meat of his palm against his cock, hips beginning to roll upward for stimulation.
Would Sett even bother preparing him properly? Or would he be much too impatient? A man of that size certainly required at least some form of prep. Did their physiology even match? He was, admittedly, not an expert on Vastayan cocks.
A shameful whimper escaped him as he withdrew his fingers and brought them down to his heat, pushing the first in with little resistance. He was already so soaked that a second followed soon after. So wet and loose it felt utterly depraved and yet he couldn’t stop himself, jerking his cock between his fingers as he whined and arched his hips.
Pressure built in his stomach, surging so hard and fast he could barely breathe. He thrust his fingers faster, squeezing his eyes shut as he gasped for precious air-
He was so, so close-
It erupted all at once. Aphelios threw his head back, the sound tearing from his throat broken and filthy as he writhed through the sensations. He rocked his hips against his hands, moaning and whimpering unabashed.
Suddenly there was pain, his head feeling as though something was clawing its way out. He opened his eyes and realised with horror-
“Phel! Are you alright?”
He scrambled to ensure the furs were covering him up to his chin. His head was pounding; it always did if she tried to cross over on the last threads of Noctum. Alune! What are you doing here?
“I felt your heart racing, I thought-” Realisation flashed across her face and Alune averted her eyes, shielding them with a hand. “Oh you’re- oh.”
I can explain-
“And you’re thinking of- oh.”
Aphelios launched upward. I’m not thinking about him !
“That’s- oh. I’m urh, I’m just gonna go. Back to the temple. Just um… let me know when you’re done.”
Alune’s form shimmered and disappeared. Aphelios stared at where she had once stood, then covered his face and groaned.
Just kill him, kill him now. Death would be the single most preferable thing in the universe right now.
At least he’ll never have to think about it again.
Right…?