Warning! Extreme lemon scene in this chapter. Read at your own risk.
Chapter Five- The Process
The next morning Mozenrath awakened early in order to spike Aladdin's tea. They weren't sharing the same bed because it was too early in the process to go that far. As for the potion, true the drop from yesterday afternoon was still was in effect, but he wanted to keep Aladdin under its influence. He had no real idea how long it was going to take before the potion was no longer neccessary, so he opted for about a month. Just as Mozenrath had finished setting breakfast on the table, Aladdin came into the room. He was wearing a look of peace and happiness as he sat down.
"Good morning, Aladdin," Mozenrath said as he put the cup of tea in front of the boy.
Aladdin responded by planting a kiss on the sorcerer's cheek. "Morning, Mozenrath."
The wizard's heart fluttered at that innocent greeting. That fluttering changed to rapid beating as Aladdin sipped his tea. A smirk graced his lips as he turned towards his seat. Getting Aladdin to consume the love potion would be all too easy.
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The rest of the day wasn't wasted. Mozenrath gave the tour he mentioned the day before. He skipped all the lab rooms since they've been seen before. He showed the sitting room, the bathrooms, the kitchen, the library (the non-magical one), the spare chambers, and his own chamber. Aladdin asked questions about some of the rooms. Like with the kitchen, who did the cooking? Well, Mozerath admitted to the cooking and Aladdin commented that breakfast was delicious.
The bedrooms were the last places on the tour. As they past the master bedroom, Mozenrath saw a gleam in the younger man's eyes that hinted something...enticing. The dark wizard's eyes widened as he faced forward. 'Is Aladdin thinking what I think he's thinking?" A shiver of excitement went through him. Wouldn't that be exciting (A/N: It would be, wouldn't it?)? But that would have to wait for another time. For now, it was lunchtime.
As the sorcerer saunted into the kitchen, he was mildly surprised when Aladdin offered to help. He accepted his help and preparation became less of a chore. When lunch was done, the two men talked casually for the rest of the afternoon about anything they could think of. There was no awkwardness or unnerving silence. It was a relaxed and almost natural atmosphere.
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Aladdin sighed sofly as he finished dinner. He never dreamed dining with Mozenrath could be so...romantic. He was at a loss to explain why he felt like this, but he didn't care. His thoughts were on Mozerath, who had been nothing but friendly. There hadn't been a hint of romantic intentions. By the same token there hadn't been a rejection of Aladdin's rejections. But words and gestured didn't seem to be getting his point across. Time for drastic measures.
Pushing his seat back, he rose, strode toward the sorcerer and pulled him out of his seat. Still holding his hands, Aladdin pulled him to the master bedroom. Once inside, he pushed the door closed with a soft click. Then, he gently pushed Mozenrath onto the bed before laying on top of him. All of this had occurred without a single word being uttered.
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Mozenrath felt as if he was having a dream. He had been enjoying dinner while sneaking peeks at Aladdin inbetween. No sooner had he'd taken his last bite, then he was pulled out of his chair and led to his room. It wasn't until he was in his bed with Aladdin did he realize what was about to occur.
"Aladdin, do you really think we should be doing this?" he asked, feigning apprehension. Truthfully, he desperately wanted it. He wanted to be sure that Aladdin wanted this, too.
"Of course I do," came the response. "I tried to tell you subtly, but I guess subtely doesn't work. I'm in love with you, Mozenrath and I want to prove it to you." With that pronouncment, the young man removed his vest and tossed it aside. It wasn't like the vest concealed much, but nevertheless, its removal revealed his toned shoulders.
His hands went towards Mozenrath's throat and undid the clasp of his cloak before sliding the top of the one-piece suit off the shoulders and down to the waist. Gently, Aladdin rubbed circles on the pale chest before him. The skin felt like soft smooth silk and the moans that came from that pale throat aroused him even more. He leaned down and ran his tongue across the chest, pausing occassionally to suckle the nipples. Mozenrath's moans grew louder at the suckling. Moving upward, Aladdin silenced his lover by planting a deep passionate kiss. He dipped his tongue inside the other man's mouth and explored it extensively. When he pulled back, he got a surprise when he suddenly found himself lying on his back with Mozenrath on top, the cape fluttering to the floor.
"My turn," the socerer purred as he began to massage and suckle the chest. He slowly started to pull his boyfriend's pants down, taking his time to admire each section that was revealed. He took an especially long time when the manhood was revealed. He couldn't believe how well-endowed he was. He reached down and cupped it before his fingers began to stroke it. The reaction to this was a shudder and a moan. He paused to look at Aladdin.
"Don't stop," the young man's voice said. "God, don't stop."
Grinning at this plea, he began to stroke even faster. More moans were the response. Mozenrath stopped long enough to strip the rest of his own clothes off before straddling Aladdin again. He lowered his face to Aladdin's manhood and took it in his mouth. He fondled it with his tongue, delighted in its taste and texture. He was slightly startled when Aladdin cummed. He drank the thick substance until the flow stopped. He sat up, licking his lips and feeling his own erection growing hard. Now was the time.
Wetting his left fingers, he slowly stuck each finger into Aladdin's hole, one at a time. Each time prompted a moan and a plea to not stop. Not that Mozenrath had any intention in doing so. He kept sliding his fingers in and out until he decided that both of them were ready. Taking his fingers out, he replaced them with his own shaft.
The first push was nearly overwhelming, but the dark wizard breathed deeply and continued. Like before, he slid in and out slowly. Then, he started to pump faster and harder. He held out on climaxing until the temptation was too great. The explosion was unbelievable as both released. The holding out and the release was so exhausting that Mozenrath tumbled off Aladdin and landed on the bed beside him. Both were panting and covered in sweat, but they felt pretty good from their session. As Mozenrath slipped off into sleep, he knew that he owned Aladdin now and his conquest was complete.
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