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“Mana transfer?”
Arjuna blinked in confusion. It wasn’t like he was unaware of the concept. Indeed, as superior a servant as he was, it was only natural that he stay aware of all the duties a servant might need to perform, so he could adequately guide his master.
It was just… well…
Ritsuka laughed bashfully, ruffling the back of his hair so it stuck up even more.
“Haha, yeah. They were telling me about the different methods of doing so if I was in an emergency as part of my master training today.”
"...all the methods?”
The young man flushed slightly in embarrassment, looking aside.
“Well, yeah. I have to say that I can’t imagine the power boost from having sex with a low tier mage like me would be particularly worth it though.”
…the concept was rather embarrassing.
Arjuna sighed. Chaldea’s internal policies were bafflingly inconsistent to him-strictly regulated in some aspects, and almost suspiciously lax and informal in others. He couldn’t comprehend what went through Da Vinci or Holmes’ minds sometimes.
“I see. Well, I don’t think you have much cause for concern. The …quality of the transfer aside, I don’t think it would become necessary given your incredible talent in finding your way out of unusual situations as fast as you wind up in them.”
Ritsuka suddenly smiled up at him, giving Arjuna the sudden mental image of having a bright beam of warm light shone in his face.
“That’s probably true! I can’t imagine anyone really wanting to do that with me anyway.”
Arjuna gave a faint smile back, resisting the urge to smooth the part of his master’s hair that he’d ruffled back down.
“Quite. Anyway, didn’t you have a report to finish for the director?”
“…I knew I was forgetting something. Damn it. Well, I’ll see you later then.”
Arjuna sat cross legged on his bed, a nervous pit of energy buzzing in the base of his stomach. The safety of his My Room could only shield him from prying eyes outside, doing nothing to quell the buzzing thoughts currently swarming his head.
Ritsuka Fujimaru could be endearingly stupid sometimes, he reflected idly, pulling off his gloves and folding his jacket. Just off the top of his head he could list 10 people who would be more than happy to ‘endure’ a clumsy attempt at a mana transfer from the low level magus.
…that wasn’t even including himself.
He decided not to dwell on that anymore (for the immediate moment); instead going to check for the third time in as many minutes that the door was locked tight and that no one was lurking in the vents. There were quite a few servants for whom the concept of ‘personal space’ was more of a suggestion to be ignored than an actual rule.
Convinced of the (relative) impenetrability of his small quarters, Arjuna sighed. It had been some time, after all. But it didn’t really make it any less embarrassing. He was supposed to be more mature than this, and yet the growing heat in his abdomen that had refused to die down even after his daily meditation and a frankly brutally cold shower was informing him that even if he played the part of a pristine and untouchable hero well enough to others, ultimately he couldn’t escape his more intimate desires forever.
(And Ritsuka liked it when he was more relaxed anyway, right? So this should be ok…..right?)
Circular thinking discarded for the moment along with every other thought, Arjuna ducked under the bed and fished out a small box, bringing it back up before he lost his nerve and pulling out the prostate massager within.
Honestly, what had Medb been thinking?
It had been given to him during one of the seasonal events that involved a randomly selected servant putting on a very bright costume and yelling about reindeer or some such nonsense, with a note informing him to ‘replace the stick up his ass with something more pleasant for once’ and for as embarrassing as he found it he hadn’t gotten rid of it.
It wasn’t like he’d asked for it…but…
Arjuna sighed again in defeat. He really didn’t masturbate more than once every two or three months, but now that he’d pulled the toy out it was inevitable how this evening would go. The heat in his abdomen had only increased and his cock was twitching slightly in his pants, begging to be released.
Well, he would release it, but he wouldn’t give it what it wanted. He would try to retain some control over this situation.
Removing his pants and underwear, Arjuna carefully laid down on the bed, spreading cold lube over the massager before taking the bottle and, with a soft wince, pushing a quantity into himself.
Spreading his legs and pulling his shirt up so the lubed toy could rest on his stomach, Arjuna gently circled his hole with two fingers.
Really, I wouldn’t even need to do this if Ritsuka hadn’t brought up…
Shivering slightly, he forced the thoughts to be banished from his head by pushing two fingers into himself and scissoring them. The sensation, while familiar, was rare enough to make him gasp slightly as his body trembled.
It felt good. It was embarrassing, but it felt so good, and he couldn’t help the drops of pre that dripped from his rapidly swelling cock as he massaged his hole to a more relaxed softness.
Satisfied with the prep, he took the massager and aligned it with his twitching entrance. It only took a few moments of pressure to start easing it in, his body eagerly sucking the silicon in before being stopped by the outer prongs.
Arjuna groaned as he withdrew his hand. It was in. The smooth, oblong shape would be adjusted by the movements of his internal walls, rocked by the outer prongs into his perineum and prostate. All he had to do was relax into it…
Easier said than done. He must look so shameful right now, with his legs spread askew and his face needly flushed- and his dick, hard and wet and begging to be touched.
He wasn’t going to do that, though. This was as much punishment for his indiscretion as it was pleasure. His body wanted to feel good when he hadn’t told it to, and had such shameful, inelegant reactions in search of it. He wouldn’t give in, for his own pride as a hero. He wouldn’t let his dick cum. If that meant this session ended like the others, with him finishing unsatisfied and tired, then so be it.
He still wanted to do something with his hands, though. On that note, he pulled his undershirt up more to expose his chest, and began to gently massage his nipples.
I wonder if it’s true you can come with just your chest…
The thought echoed through Arjuna’s head, before the massager nudged against a certain bundle of nerves, causing him to reflexively tense and arch his whole body up, gasping in pleasure.
It was good.
It was so good.
Ah, if Ritsuka saw him like this…
Arjuna shuddered, rapidly stroking and flicking his nipples as the thought flashed in his mind.
He would be so upset to see one of his most trusted servants in such a pathetic, needy state. It would be so embarrassing, he could just die even thinking about such a thing…but…
…ah, but if we had no choice but to-
Arjuna panted, his eyelashes fluttering slightly against his cheek. Ah, no, he really shouldn’t go down that path. Ritsuka was so kind and understanding and didn’t deserve such to have such indecent thoughts-
His master pinning him down, his face resolute, rutting his cock against Arjuna’s own dick before roughly pushing his way into his tight entrance and forcing him open, pounding into him with intense focus, not stopping no matter how much Arjuna complained (it was for the good of the mission), not slowing down even if his servant couldn’t stop cumming over and over on his dick-
Arjuna bit down sharply on his lip.
Ritsuka might not even like men, for goodness’ sake.
Focus.
Taking an unsteady breath as he continued, Arjuna continued to gently contract against the massager, the sensation of his sensitive walls being stimulated as they were ground against intensifying the burning fire in his abdomen.
But if they had to perform a transfer then there would be no choice for either of them, so it would be ok if Arjuna offered to make it easier for his beloved master by offering to suck his dick for him, right? He wouldn’t have to put any effort into it at all, he could just let his loyal archer take care of him.
And if Ritsuka happened to feel really good from it and began to roughly fuck Arjuna’s face until he came in his servant’s willing throat then who really could blame him?
And who would blame Arjuna if he also came from having his cute, gentle master use his face like a onahole in such a situation?
Arjuna mewled as a jolt of electricity ran down his body. The contractions in his ass were growing more involuntary, as the grinding of the toy against his prostate brought him closer and closer to a peak he was no longer able to see he was approaching.
But really, if they did a mana transfer they would need to do it properly. Since they had no choice, Ritsuka would need to take him to bed properly…
Ritsuka panting in needy desperation as he pushed his hips into Arjuna’s greedy hole, thrusting with every ounce of energy he had as Arjuna moaned in incoherent encouragement. Ritsuka whispering words of gentle praise, teasing him for his desperate sluttiness, kissing him as he came deep inside him. Pushing his legs far apart so he could fuck him deeper and harder, being just as greedy for Arjuna as Arjuna was for him, kissing dark bruises into his neck and chest, letting Arjuna do the same, doing him until neither of them could come anymore.
Arjuna panted harder, tears pricking at eyes, his twitching hole shuddering as he frantically tugged at his chest. Yes, that was it. Deeply, intimately, like how he had seen every other embarrassing aspect of Arjuna. Pierce him right to the core. Don’t turn your eyes away. Touch him. Pour every last drop into him and then some, just love him wholly-
-Arjuna gasped in shock as he came, sparks of fire spreading up and down his spine as his back arched off the bed, his cock desperately throbbing and squirting as his ass continued to come, fruitlessly bucking his hips in the air.
White noise filled his head as he continued to grind his hips against nothing, and all he was dimly aware of was that he hadn’t known coming in such a manner was so prolonged- or felt so good.
When he came to, Arjuna could barely think. For about five minutes, at least, which was probably a world record for him.
The first thought he had after that, as he cleaned himself up in embarrassed silence, was:
How the hell do I face master tomorrow?
Ritsuka grimaced at the woman cackling in front of him. “It’s not funny, Medb.”
Miming wiping tears from her eyes, the rider grinned.
“You’re right.”
“I mean, I knew it was a long shot but-”
“-it’s hilarious .”
Ignoring the scowl she earned in response, Medb pressed forwards.
“I mean, bringing up mana transfers like that? You may as well have been hitting on a brick wall. Karna would have picked up on it quicker, and that’s not exactly an achievement.”
Ritsuka opened his mouth like he wanted to argue the point, before closing it again.
“I just feel like if I’m too obvious he’ll get…I don’t know…scared off?”
Medb rolled her eyes.
“I mean, I don’t really care about whatever dumbass courtship ritual you two are trying to do. When I see something I want I take it, no dancing around the subject. That’s what you should do.”
Rituska sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat.
“I really like him, you know”
“Yeah? Pretty sure everyone in Chaldea except him knows at this point.”
“…I’ll try again tomorrow.”
Medb snorted, her already limited patience at an end.
“Maybe try being direct for a change.”
author notes
*writes porn but from the pov of a guy w so many issues and neuroses* hes so dreamy
medb isnt a wingman or anything she just likes watching car crashes from a distance especially if theyre funny
im literally not even a writer its just... gudajuna is good. arjuna is good. i think more fic should acknowledge that in general why is there so little pls (manifesting the gospel of arjuna and gudao kissing in your brain)