There was something about the way Alcuin's sheets felt against his skin, soft and smooth like butter, expensive and rich and glorious. The lure of his sheets and company was calling to Nikola and he was too weak to resist. Really he shouldn't be calling upon Alcuin at this hour but well, he was bored and horny and he had finished his latest piece
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"Who do I think I am? I'm Nikola Bloody Tesla," Nikola replied. "Who are you? And why are you in Alcuin's bed?"
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I was wearing little more than my underclothes and while I had never been shy, I held the blankets tight to me as I tried to work my way through the moment. I was rarely flustered like this, trained to be at ease even during the most stressful of circumstances, and Elua only knew the things I'd survived, but this was a... violation.
"I live here, Messire, why are you sneaking inside in the dead of night?"
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