Anyone who had happened to walk by Drevis Neloren's room at that moment would have been more than a little confused. A glance inside would reveal that despite the thrilled voice coming from the desk, there was nobody inside. Luckily, that was exactly what Drevis wanted.
He had been perfecting his invisibility spell for weeks now, trying to make himself increasingly transparent to the point of complete disappearance. The air had still rippled around him when he moved, and even the apprentices were pointing out that they could still see him. But now, his hands were nowhere to be found, and a look in the nearby mirror revealed that even when he jumped a little, his reflection did next to nothing. Excellent.
Drevis stepped out of his room, wondering exactly what to do with this new state. He had never particularly been one for pranks, certainly not where the advancement of magic was involved, but he could at least give himself leave for a brief, invisible walk, couldn't he?
It was a short walk to the Hall of Attainment. The mage wasn't entirely sure what had brought him there, other than convenience, but inside he found a relaxing silence. He paced around the main room for a few moments, looking proudly down at his lack of feet as he walked. Finally, he would have something to brag about to Mirabelle!
Before he could gloat to himself any more, the doors to the Hall opened with their characteristic creak and slammed shut just as loudly. Drevis jumped, his eyes wide, and watched curiously as two hooded figures hurried in. Apprentices, from the looks of it. The Nord who had gotten in trouble with Enthir, he remembered, and the Imperial who was fond of Alteration. A shame, really; he could have been a decent protege if he liked Illusion spells half as much. But what were they up to?
Closer inspection revealed that the Imperial was leading his companion by the hand, and that both faces were flushed with excitement under the hoods. As they disappeared into a nearby bedroom, Drevis nodded to himself, no doubt in his mind what they were up to. Still...it wouldn't hurt just to make sure, would it?
Surprisingly bold all of a sudden, the Dunmer pushed himself forward until he reached the arch. As he had expected, the Nord was on his back, his hood pushed back to his shoulders, while the Imperial was seated on his partner's hips and trying to get his robes over his head. Ah, as he thought...Drevis suddenly became acutely aware of how close he was to the bed and the energetic lovers on it, and blinked with surprise. Had curiosity and confidence in his own magic really urged him on?
Before he could answer his own question, the robes finally came off, and anything underneath was quick to follow. Drevis' eyes widened, and he stepped back until he fell into a chair. The Imperial had buried his face in his lover's neck, earning soft, breathless moans with each kiss and bite.
“G-gods, Cailean, yes...!”
Right, Cailean. That was his name, Drevis reminded himself numbly. Truth be told, it was hard to think of anything else with the uncomfortable tension in his own crotch. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel, watching two apprentices in the midst of pleasure—dirty, maybe, or shamed.
Probably not aroused.
He bit back a groan, both of embarrassment and need, when Cailean shoved his hips forward roughly and entered his lover. The Nord cried out, his entire body tense and shaking, and gripped the sheets as the pace began, slow but obviously desperate for speed. Shame or not, the Dunmer couldn't tear his eyes away, and he wouldn't dare move if it meant the possibility of being noticed. Maybe it was his tenting robes thinking for him, but there was only one option left.
His eyes never left the lovers as he slipped his hand under his loincloth.
M!DB/Onmund + Drevis Neloren: "Under Cover" 1/2
Anyone who had happened to walk by Drevis Neloren's room at that moment would have been more than a little confused. A glance inside would reveal that despite the thrilled voice coming from the desk, there was nobody inside. Luckily, that was exactly what Drevis wanted.
He had been perfecting his invisibility spell for weeks now, trying to make himself increasingly transparent to the point of complete disappearance. The air had still rippled around him when he moved, and even the apprentices were pointing out that they could still see him. But now, his hands were nowhere to be found, and a look in the nearby mirror revealed that even when he jumped a little, his reflection did next to nothing. Excellent.
Drevis stepped out of his room, wondering exactly what to do with this new state. He had never particularly been one for pranks, certainly not where the advancement of magic was involved, but he could at least give himself leave for a brief, invisible walk, couldn't he?
It was a short walk to the Hall of Attainment. The mage wasn't entirely sure what had brought him there, other than convenience, but inside he found a relaxing silence. He paced around the main room for a few moments, looking proudly down at his lack of feet as he walked. Finally, he would have something to brag about to Mirabelle!
Before he could gloat to himself any more, the doors to the Hall opened with their characteristic creak and slammed shut just as loudly. Drevis jumped, his eyes wide, and watched curiously as two hooded figures hurried in. Apprentices, from the looks of it. The Nord who had gotten in trouble with Enthir, he remembered, and the Imperial who was fond of Alteration. A shame, really; he could have been a decent protege if he liked Illusion spells half as much. But what were they up to?
Closer inspection revealed that the Imperial was leading his companion by the hand, and that both faces were flushed with excitement under the hoods. As they disappeared into a nearby bedroom, Drevis nodded to himself, no doubt in his mind what they were up to. Still...it wouldn't hurt just to make sure, would it?
Surprisingly bold all of a sudden, the Dunmer pushed himself forward until he reached the arch. As he had expected, the Nord was on his back, his hood pushed back to his shoulders, while the Imperial was seated on his partner's hips and trying to get his robes over his head. Ah, as he thought...Drevis suddenly became acutely aware of how close he was to the bed and the energetic lovers on it, and blinked with surprise. Had curiosity and confidence in his own magic really urged him on?
Before he could answer his own question, the robes finally came off, and anything underneath was quick to follow. Drevis' eyes widened, and he stepped back until he fell into a chair. The Imperial had buried his face in his lover's neck, earning soft, breathless moans with each kiss and bite.
“G-gods, Cailean, yes...!”
Right, Cailean. That was his name, Drevis reminded himself numbly. Truth be told, it was hard to think of anything else with the uncomfortable tension in his own crotch. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel, watching two apprentices in the midst of pleasure—dirty, maybe, or shamed.
Probably not aroused.
He bit back a groan, both of embarrassment and need, when Cailean shoved his hips forward roughly and entered his lover. The Nord cried out, his entire body tense and shaking, and gripped the sheets as the pace began, slow but obviously desperate for speed. Shame or not, the Dunmer couldn't tear his eyes away, and he wouldn't dare move if it meant the possibility of being noticed. Maybe it was his tenting robes thinking for him, but there was only one option left.
His eyes never left the lovers as he slipped his hand under his loincloth.