[nsfw] Storm Magic

The low steady rumble of thunder made Raksha groan wantonly into his hand. It was ridiculous. He was probably the only person in the city who got turned on by a lightning storm. Well, maybe not. His parents both had an affinity for weather magic but-- gods, he didn't want to think about his parents right now. The problem was that he didn't know who to think of, or what, and honestly thinking itself was a little difficult to do. 

When he'd convinced himself that Kryllos wasn't coming after all and he would have to wait to give him the brown-paper wrapped box of tea, Raksha had kicked off his shoes and the trappings of his uniform for leisure wear, and then the thunder started in earnest. There was a small bay window with a padded seat where he could see the golden lights of the city and, more importantly, the flash of lightning in the sky.  Affinity. On the one hand, it meant the natural pull of a magician to their strongest thread of magic. In some it was a gossamer line of spidersilk, barely tying them to the Weave, and in others a thickly braided length of sail rope. And, of course, it tended to run in families. 

"Stop thinking of your damn parents." he growled at himself, letting his head fall back against the wall in exasperation. Another rumble of thunder sent a prickle of sensation up his spine and made a noise escape him that made him very glad he wasn't sharing a room.

Oh, fuck this. Raksha bit at his lip and reached down to rub himself through the soft fabric, letting out another soft whine of impatience. His other hand slid under his shirt, drawing it up until the warm nut-brown skin of his stomach was visible, tensing with fast and shallow breaths. When he finally wrapped his fingers around himself and began to stroke, the hand in his thoughts was not his own but... someone else's. Some disembodied palm stroking him, maybe the warmth of lips against his thigh while another roll of thunder made his skin prickle with goosebumps. Fuck, it felt good. It felt... He pressed his toes against the opposite wall of the window and tensed his body like a large sinewy cat. The ghostly hands in his fantasy teased him into a fury, raking across the dark trail of hair on his trembling stomach, pinching and tugging a sensitive nipple and all the while stroking him until he was dripping. The fantasy, a shadow in the form of a person slowly covering him with touches and teasing kisses until he could almost feel the weight of him-- him? Since when did it become a him? 

The knock at the door jerked Raksha from the fantasy with the same intensity as a lightning strike. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. He wiped his hand on his thigh and chewed at his lip while trying to tug his clothes back in order. Thank the gods someone knew how to knock before coming in because he was fairly certain he'd left the door unlocked... Raksha nearly cried out in discomfort as he tucked himself away, trying to will his arousal away through sheer force. That wasn't working. He looked around and quickly grabbed the old reliable savior; a pillow. 

"Come in!" he called, wincing and shifting a bit with the pillow on his lap. Perfect. This was fine. In a few minutes he'd calm down and Krys would be none the wiser. When the man entered the room he gave him a smile that was maybe a little too tight but he was banking on the man not noticing. 

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. Where were you?" Shit, that came out a little too terse. "I was looking for you- on the table, something I picked up- It's --" He swallowed hard. Gods blast it all to hell, he couldn't fucking think. "Just open it."

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My boy Raksha from the story/rp Black Tea and Augury with my friend Zip <3 

Raksha is a Majex; a magician whose powers have been restricted and bound by the fascist government and whose job is essentially to track down rogue magicians and either bind them or cut them of their magic. There's not a lot of choice in the matter so he does what he can. That, and his parents are high-ranking storm magicians as well who expect him to be a responsible and respectable member of the order. Psh. like that's gonna happen.

Kryllos (my friend, Zip's boy!) is his friend and sorta/kinda crush, another Majex guard with an affinity for fire magic. They're both idiots who don't realize their feelings for each other. My favorite <3 

Some sketch/works in progress shots!

Sorry for the lack of furry art lately, but i've been OBSESSED :')