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“Now, I’ve shown you magic,” I said.  “But magic’s nothing—anyone can do it here, even you could learn it.  But my actual study is alchemy.”

“And what’s alchemy do that magic can’t?”

“Well, I told you—I think I told you, magic needs a mind to work with… if a spellcaster dies or, or loses consciousness, or—hey now,” I said.  The man’d taken hold of my dick again, and was rubbing it against his face, licking it occasionally. And apparently my body was ready to respond again.

“Go on,” he said, ending the suggestion with a gentle smooch on my cockhead.

“I’m entirely sure you’re not listening,” I said, my dick already stiff enough that it stood at Toby’s eye level without him having to hold it up any longer.

“Of course not,” he said, hugging my cock and dripping with precum from smearing his face against my slit.  “Advantages over magic, disadvantages, that comes next, educational I’m sure but this is clearly your job and therefore not interesting.”

On “not interesting” he fished his own modest cock out of his pants and started stroking it.

“It’s not my job, I—ow!” He was trying to pull my cock down to his, but by this point it was far too stiff to be pulled down past chest level, though his dismissiveness of my vocation bothered me enough I could feel my shaft start to flag.

I don’t think he could read the annoyance on my face, because he still kept pressing at me.  He moved in close, pushed me into a chair, and straddled my lap, my cock between his legs, under his rump.

He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss.

Then he noticed.

“Fuck, I did that wrong, didn’t I…” He leaned back in my lap.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t…”

“It’s my life’s calling,” I said.  “You just shrugged it off and started treating me like a sex toy.”  My voice broke a bit.  Did they all have to—

His eyes were defiant, but he didn’t say anything, staring me down.

Then his eyebrows contracted in confusion.

And he made a sound that almost turned into a laugh, but he covered his mouth and I just saw his eyes smiling.

“Oh,” he said. “You were so excited to tell me, you forgot you were naked and swinging a three-foot dripping wang.”

My eartips reddened.

“I couldn’t have known,” he said, hugging me again.  “I really am sorry.”  I held him.