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This takes place after a particularly stressful performance ♪(´ε｀ )
You were making a cup of tea in the kitchen that artful had backstage just for normal uses and lunch breaks. You weren’t exactly his partner, just an assistant that would help him prepare any props, costume uniforms, or clean up the stage for the next performance. Just as you finished making your tea, Artful had burst through the backstage door and ran to you.
Throwing his arms around your waist he tossed his hat, and wand aside on a nearby counter nuzzling his face into the back of your neck. You didn’t expect the intimacy but didn’t question it. Just calmly grabbing another cup to make him a cup of tea too…assuming he also wanted some.
“Mon Cher..” He managed to mutter out after a bit of silence
“Yeah? Need something?” You sighed softly
Artful wasn’t sure how to word what he was feeling, not exactly angry or sad, but not happy or calm either. In this moment he just wanted to be with you, when he finally found what to say he just tightened his arms around you, starting to nibble your neck.
“The performance.. it wasn’t the best like I had imagined, but not the worst either..” He purred against your neck as you finished making him a cup of tea.
You hummed in response letting him continue on his ramble, offering the cup of tea, but soon after around 5 minutes he decided to be more bold, feeling around your shoulders. The feeling was new but you didn’t mind it, he also noticed how you hadn’t jerked away and just accepted his touch.
“You’re overthinking it again, everyone out there loved you.” You murmured, tilting your head just enough for him to stop nibbling at your neck
“But what you would have noticed the mistakes.” Artful let out a dramatic sigh against your skin
“I noticed everything.” You replied softly
The French magician’s eyes slowly gaze down your body, his eyes were tired beneath the smeared stage makeup but there was still that familiar warmth he had. You set down your cup of tea so it wouldn’t spill and turned to face him, cupping his face pressing your forehead against his. He leaned into your touch almost immediately. With all you could think of to help him right now, you decided that the best thing you could offer was pleasure as stress relief.
“Cmere..” you whispered
Guiding him toward one of the backstage couches, you sat him down with his tea barely touched nearby. Your fingers slipped through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp while his tension slowly melted beneath your hands.
“You seriously need to relax,” you teased gently.
“And you plan on helping me with that, mon cher?” Artful looked up at you through half-lidded eyes
Instead of answering, you leaned down to kiss him. The kiss was more dominating and messy, small gasps emitting from artful as you became more bolder. Soon after you pulled away from the kiss both of you panted softly in each other’s arms. You then slowly brought a hand up to cup his face, rubbing your thumb into his cheek earning a needy whimper from him.
“Please..” he pleaded with a whine melting into your touch, it didn’t help that he was already bothered from the kiss, his confident composure crumbling beneath you
“Please what? I need words.” you cooed leaning awfully close to his flushed face
God, he couldn’t take anymore teasing from you. He just pouted out of frustration, “you’re so cruel..“
With a chuckle you leaned down to bite his neck earning a whine from him as he half-unconsciously spread his legs beneath you. You took the opportunity to press your knee between him and into his inner thigh as you licked the bite mark you left. The biting continued for a bit longer before you decided to make your next move. Hand sliding down his body to hook onto his suit pants, looking up at him for reaction.
Artful quickly nodded nervously giving you permission as you slid his pants off, continuing pamper his neck with love. Pushing down his pants to his knees you then hooked your finger onto his boxers, pulling them down as well freeing his hardness. The magician trembled slightly from the exposure to the cool air but nevertheless urged you to continue. Taking your face away from his neck you gripped his length, precum already gathering at the tip.
Artful managed out in a breathy whisper “M-Mon dieu”, his French accent thick
Starting to pump your hand up his length he let out a strangled moan which was swallowed hungrily by you in a kiss. It didn’t take long before he came, white ropes shooting out onto your hand and shirt. Artful was left a trembling mess, a bit of drool escaping the side of his mouth as he panted underneath you.
“You did good.. you always do.” You whispered to him before going to grab a towel to clean up his release from both you and him
Artful just hummed against you too tired to respond properly as you slipped a blanket on him letting him rest. The cup of tea remaining untouched on the counter throughout all of this, you just decided to pour it out for now since it was cold. Going to the kitchen you made a new cup of tea for him when he woke up and just placed it beside his sleeping form on the table.