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From: (Anonymous)

From the day he had met the shady Bosmer who lived upstairs, Onmund knew that he was going to try his best to avoid dealing with him. His fellow apprentices were thrilled to find that a merchant for rare items was just a few steps away, and J’zargo in particular was a regular customer. But the Nordic mage had seen his fair share of bad deals, and something about Enthir’s perpetually smug voice and searching eyes gave him the feeling that a deal with him wouldn’t work in anybody’s favor.

So when Onmund looked up from his notes that night, he couldn’t help but feel a lingering sense of dread. He had hit a dead end with his research, and it had suddenly occurred to him that there was one source of power that matched his notes.

“Daedra heart,” he remarked, running a hand through his hair. Working with Conjuration often involved invoking forces he’d rather not deal with, but he felt as though he was inches away from a breakthrough. He sighed, glancing over his shoulder at the main hall. Most of his classmates were already asleep, as he figured they would be, but he could still hear a faint shifting upstairs.

He groaned aloud, placing his quill aside and rising to his feet. He knew for a fact that if the Bosmer didn’t have a Daedra heart, he could get one. He just didn’t know what the trade-off would be. Brelyna had once complained that he had charged her a preposterous amount for a series of spell tomes, and Enthir’s secretive nature implied that there was something inherently questionable about his little store.

All the same, though…he couldn’t help but approach his room. He could get a Daedra heart himself if he left Winterhold, but he’d prefer not to make that trip if he didn’t need to. Perhaps it was time he gave the elf a fair chance.

To his relief, Enthir was still awake when he approached his quarters. The Bosmer looked up, raising his eyebrows as Onmund made himself visible.

“Well, now. A new customer. What can I do for you, Onmund?” he asked, moving to shake the apprentice’s hand. Onmund took it hesitantly.

“I’ve heard from the others that you’re an elf who knows how to get things,” he pointed out. Enthir shrugged in fake humility, backing up so that the Nord could join him in the bedroom.

“So I am,” he replied. “Could it be that you’ve finally put your reservations aside and decided to make your first purchase?” When Onmund frowned at him, Enthir allowed himself a slight laugh. “I’ve heard that you don’t want to buy from me. It’s fair, but I’m glad you’re giving me a chance. You won’t be disappointed.” He took a seat on the bed, leveling the student with a cocky stare. “So? What is it that you need?”

“I need a Daedra’s heart,” Onmund replied irritably. “I’m working on some research in Conjuration, and I think it could help me make a breakthrough.”

“If you’re not sure, you should probably get more than one,” Enthir remarked. The Nord rolled his eyes, falling into the chair beside the bed.

“Good point. How many can you get me?”

“It might take more time, but I can probably set you up with three. Would you be interested?” Onmund leaned forward on his knees, biting his lip in concentration.

“Depends. How much is that going to cost me?” he asked. Enthir chuckled again, eying his newest customer. He was vaguely endearing, with his naïve expression and his slightly round face. If he wasn’t so unwilling to cooperate, he’d be cute.

“You have to understand that acquiring Daedra hearts is very dangerous. The cost is higher in order to cover any damages,” he pointed out. “For three, I’d say…fifteen hundred septims.” When Onmund went pale, the Bosmer was quick to speak again. “Of course, I do offer a trade system. If you have something of equal value that you’re willing to part with, we can negotiate that.” He fought back a smirk, his gaze slightly predatory as Onmund squirmed.

“I…didn’t bring much of value to the College,” he admitted. “I suppose I have a few things…an amulet from home, or a staff…” Enthir tilted his head and crossed one leg over the other, leaning back on the bed as he spoke.

“I think we can work something out here, Onmund.”

From: (Anonymous)

Onmund shifted in his seat, unsure what to make of Enthir’s comment.

“Okay, good,” he said cautiously. “What do you want from me?” The Bosmer licked his lips thoughtfully, then nodded, as if agreeing with himself on something.

“I want you to come here and kiss me until I’m satisfied, then I want you to get me hard enough that I can take you from behind. Is that a fair trade?”

Onmund stared at him, his jaw slack.

“…Excuse me?” he finally stammered. “Are you making a joke?” Enthir shook his head, and the apprentice blushed deeply. “I…what?”

“You don’t have to do it, of course,” the elf remarked. “But you asked me what I want, and that’s what I want. If you aren’t satisfied with that deal, you can take your business elsewhere. I won’t take offense.” The Nord closed his eyes, trying to comprehend all this.

“You want to have sex with me for three Daedra hearts,” he repeated, laughing nervously. “I didn’t know my virginity was worth that much.” Enthir raised an eyebrow, the gleam in his eye brightening.

“Your virginity, hm? I didn’t imagine I’d be so lucky to be the first one inside you.” He frowned now, narrowing his eyes at Onmund. “You’re avoiding the topic, though. Do we have a deal or not? Because if we don’t, I’d like to get some sleep.” The Nord rose to his feet, smiling lightly as he moved towards the bed.

“Well…I don’t really want to go hunting for Daedra hearts when I have so much to do here…” he began, slinking his way up Enthir’s body and kissing him deeply. Enthir couldn’t help but smirk as his hand slid up to the back of the boy’s head. With the way he was using his tongue, he certainly was a virgin. It was almost an honor, getting to take that from him.

He pulled the apprentice onto the bed, already hard and aching as he rolled underneath him. Onmund had quickly become greedy, gripping the Bosmer’s sweaty hands as he pressed up against him. The feeling of the other’s erection pressing against his leg was enough to send him into a frenzy, and he rapidly moved to yank off his robes, freeing his new lover’s cock so that he could swallow it down enthusiastically.

“Good boy,” Enthir purred, closing his eyes and letting the Nord work. For his first time, he wasn’t half-bad, and the elf even found himself trembling a bit as his lips gained speed. “I didn’t even have to ask. That’s the initiative I like to see in my customers.” Onmund moaned around the cock in his mouth, pulling back so that he could lick his way up to the tip, and Enthir rubbed his head appreciatively. “Remember, you only have to make me hard enough to fuck you. As nice as this is, I don’t want my night over before it even begins.” Onmund looked up sweetly, moving away and stroking his cock instead.

“You feel hard enough for me,” he pointed out, his thumb pressing against the head of Enthir’s dick and earning a surprised moan. “Don’t you want it inside me?” Enthir motioned for him to come closer, then reached to his bedside table. He hadn’t been lucky enough to use the dwarven oil inside very often, although sometimes the Khajiit agreed to the same deal, but today he was free to slick himself up. As he rubbed the oil onto himself, he grinned at the sight of Onmund undressing and bending over, getting comfortable on his elbows and knees.

“Eager, are we?” he asked, moving up behind the Nord and rubbing his thumb against the tight hole in front of him. Onmund whimpered excitedly, pushing against the feeling of the digit.

“I’m ready when you are,” he replied breathlessly, looking over his shoulder with a determined grin. “Make me earn those hearts, will you?”

It wasn’t as if he had to ask.

From: (Anonymous)

Enthir groaned loudly as he pushed his way inside Onmund, and gripped the Nord’s broad hips to steady himself. It really had been far too long.

“Damn it,” he grunted, raising his hands again. “I need to cast Muffle for you.” He cast the spell behind him, ensuring that the doorway was muted to anybody who slept nearby, and immediately returned to the task at hand. It had been a good decision, too; it wasn’t long before the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and Onmund’s delighted screaming.

“Gods, you’re good!” he said loudly, shoving himself back against the elf. Enthir moaned in response, throwing his head back and gaining speed as he introduced his new lover to every spot he didn’t know existed. He had been the first a few times in his day, for men and women alike, but he had forgotten how exciting it was to hear an inexperienced lover shriek every time they were aroused in a new way.

“Onmund!” he groaned despite his best efforts, thrusting harder. Onmund moaned appreciatively, trying to muffle himself with the pillow below. Enthir smirked, reaching around to grab the Nord’s neglected cock and stroking him quickly. His lover pushed back against the cock inside him, burying it deeper, and the elf jerked forward enthusiastically in response.

“I wish I had come here much sooner,” Onmund purred, leaning back and letting his elven lover take the lead again. Enthir obliged him eagerly, punctuating each of his words with a thrust.

“You’ll need to come here more often. Literally,” he added, gritting his teeth as his cock throbbed with the need for release.

Onmund was the first to finish, however, screaming desperately as he gripped the blankets. In any other case, Enthir would be slightly annoyed that he had spilled all over his bed—after all, he’d be the one cleaning that up once he had left. But the feeling of the Nord tightening around him pushed him closer to his own orgasm.

“Fuck!” he groaned, digging his fingernails into the soft hips underneath him as he grew tense. Personally, he wished he had been able to enjoy his customer longer, but he soon forgot about his worries, and the only thing on his mind was the way he felt as he came inside the Nord’s tight, sensitive ass.

Once he had regained his breath, Onmund rose to his feet, searching the floor for his robes. Enthir remained nude on the bed, his arms behind his head as he watched the Nord.

“I say you’ve earned those hearts,” he remarked. “I’ll have them for you in less than a week.” Onmund smiled appreciatively, tightening his robes at the shoulders and heading for the door.

“Thank you, Enthir. You’ve certainly made a regular customer out of me,” he teased, before departing for the stairs. Enthir watched him go, more than satisfied with the trade.

He could only hope the Nord’s comment had been serious.