-thud- No sex here but this only took me about 5mins of suddenly inspired writing. XD Apologies in advance since I adore this comic but have never ventured into the fandom area.
When the Xoan ambassador decided to randomly fall on him in the hall leading to the main library one fine afternoon, it took 0.5 seconds for the apprentice to get over his surprise, another half a second for his brain to catch up and recognise who was pinning him to the ground and by then he was accelerating well into the 'Oshi-' zone.
The Mistress had received a peculiar tribute from the Dwarves, another useless/pointless invention that allowed whosoever was inclined to attach plungers to the soles of their shoes to climb walls and/or ceilings. For three days Ivan had woken up to being unable to move from the bonds that had miraculously appeared in the night and the Xoan ambassador gazing down at him from the bedroom ceiling with terrifying intensity. A moment of paralytic horror was all it took and he could do nothing but resist feebly as Sandoval descended the wall and proceeded to rob the apprentice of thought altogether.
This particular delightful spring afternoon, the ambassador seemed intent on wringing as much out of Ivan as possible, who didn't even care that, yes, he was still pretty wound up from the daily succubus-oiling, but there were limits goddamnit and pleasing foreign interests be damned, this was above and beyond the call of duty.
Opening his mouth to say as much, the angry words on the tip of the tongue were swallowed as Sandoval's eyes suddenly narrowed, a feline smile flitting over his face as he grabbed a fistful of Ivan's hair and practically shoved their faces together. The kiss wasn't so different from the many, many other times he'd been forced to kiss the other man, but just because this one seemed to go on for much longer it still felt as unnerving as it had done the first time. The unsettling feeling of the bottom of his stomach falling away left him almost gasping for breath when the ambassador finally pulled back and he was pretty sure he had a really dumb, glazed look on his face.
Still smirking in that insufferable way, the Xoan ambassador picked himself up off the floor (elegantly) and brushed himself off (delicately). Ivan sort of wanted to punch him but he was having a hard time comprehending what the hell was going on here if random sort-of-public sex wasn't in the offing. Before any sort of thought process could be ordered accordingly however, Sandoval had walked off, the ridiculous suction cups belted to his shoes shooping as he hauled himself onto the wall, and rounded the corner out of sight, calling back over his shoulder,
'I'll send someone along to collect you shortly...!'
Ivan was left there sititng in the middle of the corridor like an idiot, his forgotten books and papers littered around him as he could feel the stupid grin he was left with slipping as the world suddenly turned hazy and tilted sideways. Before it all went dark as he slipped into unconciousness was a complete lack of surprise and a whole world of dread.
FILLED - Untitled, Oglaf, Anon
When the Xoan ambassador decided to randomly fall on him in the hall leading to the main library one fine afternoon, it took 0.5 seconds for the apprentice to get over his surprise, another half a second for his brain to catch up and recognise who was pinning him to the ground and by then he was accelerating well into the 'Oshi-' zone.
The Mistress had received a peculiar tribute from the Dwarves, another useless/pointless invention that allowed whosoever was inclined to attach plungers to the soles of their shoes to climb walls and/or ceilings. For three days Ivan had woken up to being unable to move from the bonds that had miraculously appeared in the night and the Xoan ambassador gazing down at him from the bedroom ceiling with terrifying intensity. A moment of paralytic horror was all it took and he could do nothing but resist feebly as Sandoval descended the wall and proceeded to rob the apprentice of thought altogether.
This particular delightful spring afternoon, the ambassador seemed intent on wringing as much out of Ivan as possible, who didn't even care that, yes, he was still pretty wound up from the daily succubus-oiling, but there were limits goddamnit and pleasing foreign interests be damned, this was above and beyond the call of duty.
Opening his mouth to say as much, the angry words on the tip of the tongue were swallowed as Sandoval's eyes suddenly narrowed, a feline smile flitting over his face as he grabbed a fistful of Ivan's hair and practically shoved their faces together. The kiss wasn't so different from the many, many other times he'd been forced to kiss the other man, but just because this one seemed to go on for much longer it still felt as unnerving as it had done the first time. The unsettling feeling of the bottom of his stomach falling away left him almost gasping for breath when the ambassador finally pulled back and he was pretty sure he had a really dumb, glazed look on his face.
Still smirking in that insufferable way, the Xoan ambassador picked himself up off the floor (elegantly) and brushed himself off (delicately). Ivan sort of wanted to punch him but he was having a hard time comprehending what the hell was going on here if random sort-of-public sex wasn't in the offing. Before any sort of thought process could be ordered accordingly however, Sandoval had walked off, the ridiculous suction cups belted to his shoes shooping as he hauled himself onto the wall, and rounded the corner out of sight, calling back over his shoulder,
'I'll send someone along to collect you shortly...!'
Ivan was left there sititng in the middle of the corridor like an idiot, his forgotten books and papers littered around him as he could feel the stupid grin he was left with slipping as the world suddenly turned hazy and tilted sideways. Before it all went dark as he slipped into unconciousness was a complete lack of surprise and a whole world of dread.