Johann Weyer and Heinrich Agrippa had been dating for approximately one year, one hundred and forty seven days, three hours and two minutes. Their relationship was beyond anything to imagine- borderline obsessive, they were head over heels for each other- and they had finally, finally, decided to take things to another level. Ragged breaths, gentle touches, the two of them embraced within the comfort of their old office; sitting on the desk, papers sprawled out beside them, ink spilled onto the floor, they didn't care, they were beyond that , oh yes, and in that brief moment they forgot all the criticism from peers- this wasn't wrong, this was love; was that such a crime- and they forgot the disapproval of their parents that'd loomed over them for so long. This night was going to be special; They'd remember it forever, they'd talk about it as elders, it would be their own special reminisce of the past, yet, despite this all, was it wrong to be nervous? They were both unsure, inexperienced- they were both fully aware of how nature worked, rest assured, there was simply something stopping them from continuing- and it showed, considerably so. Some sort of a mutter from the two of them, breaking the kiss they'd previously shared- "After you," or so the words went, dripping with a hint of amusement, they were grinning from ear to ear, despite the situation- before Weyer'd make to lean forwards, unbutton the others jacket, shirt- blue buttons, black belt buckles, they all come off soon enough- taking his sweet time with it, savoring the moment, taking in the others scars; His teacher was beautiful in his own way, bruises and bite marks included, and weyer loved every part of him, he'd make a point of saying so, the other blushing considerably in return to it. Weyer'd return the gesture, regardless- soon his own clothes were lost, the two of them standing rather awkwardly in their underwear, it would have been hilarious, looking in from the side- before the two of them made to kiss once again; Hard, biting down on flesh, replacing previous bruises and cuts, their love was a feisty one, oh yes indeed, before hands slowly, slowly, were trailed down chests, stopping at the waistbands of pants- exchanging glances, gaining permission, the two of them agreed- before they were pulled back, hands dropping the fabric to move to the others dick, starting at him slowly, gently, rhythmically.
This would be a night to remember, oh yes indeed.