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"Shit." The word rolled off of Julian's tongue for the umpteenth time that hour. Asra was beginning to tire of his incessant foul language but had managed to hold his tongue thus far. His patience may have been wearing thin but he was more than used to Julian's inability to watch his language.
"/Shit/," the voice came again, dripping in frustration. Finally, Asra spoke up, looking up to Julian at the desk. He had taken to sitting on the floor and was now surrounded by heaps of books on different magical energies for cures and healing or whatever else had caught his eye.
"Language," remarked the male under his breath despite knowing that scolding was pointless. "Another dead end?" His voice came again soon, bland, only now catching the attention of the male at the desk. He glanced over at his partner and nodded wordlessly before figuring he ought to elaborate.
"No luck with leeches nor bloodletting and my medical expertise are not being put to their full use like this." He pushed one hand through his scarlet hair, forcing it away to avoid letting it obstruct his view. He needed to focus but the mental exhaustion had been inevitable at the rate that they were working. He'd burnt out from the stress and seemed to need a break.
If he didn't work off this stress somehow he'd be unable to focus. His messy handwriting was becoming more and more difficult for even him to read as the second passed.
A dragged-out sigh escaped his lips as he stood, beginning to clear through his desk. Scrolls, books, and various medical files lay scattered upon the surface and the clutter was beginning to wear away at his nerves. Everything was, at this point; he dared say that the birds were chirping too loud or that Asra's breathing was vexing. Though that was hardly his fault. His low temper and the consequential negativity was a secondary result of the exhausting work.
Picking up on the high tensions, Asra stood. Raising both arms above his heads and interlocking his fingers to stretch, he let out a soft groan. Julian's focus once more latched onto him and his staring was far from subtle.
The small stripe of skin visible where Asra's shirt had raised stole away his attention and, even if he was quick to avert his gaze back onto his page, it wasn't quick enough for Asra not to notice.
Keeping quiet about it, Asra approached the large, stained glass window and stood upon the windowsill, once more on his tiptoes with his arms above his head as he pushed the window out, onto a latch. The room desperately needed a little fresh air, anyway. Julian glanced back at him and, once more, found himself staring at a slither of exposed skin. Shit. His gaze averted itself quickly, but Asra felt Julian's stare even while he couldn't see it. The doctor was good at many things- none of them being subtle.
Jolting slightly as hands lay upon his shoulders, Julian's face flushed. He could feel Asra's soft hands, almost dainty, massaging the tension out of his muscles. Involuntarily groaning, Julian set down his pen to relax as he immersed himself in the tenderness of the touches. He was touch-starved, that was no secret, and Asra was aware of the power he had over the redhead almost immediately.
Only a few of the right touches to the right places would be enough to make the male melt and give in to him.
Perhaps he had just found a way for them both to relieve stress.
Humming a little, he slid his hands along Julian's shoulders before retracting his hands, then perching on the desk in front of him. Julian's gaze, his eyes wider than usual in naive innocence, followed his movement. It was obvious who was more experienced.
"What was that about?" Julian soon spoke, finding his voice again, and Asra hummed slightly as he leant close. His fingers slid along the doctor's jawline before he cupped his jaw, gripping onto it. His grip was firm but still somewhat delicate. After all, bounds had yet to be discovered.
"You talk too much, Ilya," he teased in a seductive purr that set Julian off without any hesitation.
He hesitated a moment, considering his next words. Seeing the usually flirtatious and smug Julian reduced to such an eager submissive so quickly was satisfying. Asra almost wondered why he'd not done this any sooner.
"Then tell me what to do instead." He returned the teasing remark, though it was much less confident. His teeth sank into and worked his lower lip as he forced himself to maintain eye contact. A low rumble of a laugh escaping him, Asra leant close, moving his hand from Julian's jaw into his fluffy hair. He gripped onto it, tugging it a little as he brought his face closer.
"Mhm... You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he questioned in the same sultry tone as earlier, though this one was doused in sexual implications. Julian, his cheeks already dusted with redness, let his teeth sink deeper into his lip. Asra allowed his gaze to flicker to those plump lips just as the sharp teeth broke the pink skin and he began to bleed.
Before Julian's tongue could grace those lips and wipe it away, Asra had their lips together and instead allowed his own tongue to glide over the wound. A metallic taste filled his mouth as he tasted the liquid. He gripped a little tighter to Julian though the kiss broke shortly and he stood, straightening up.
Julian dared to attempt to follow his lips.
The redness of his cheeks had darkened and spread from the tips of his ears to his neck. Asra slowly licked his lips once more, watching as Julian's hungry, desperate eyes followed his tongue.
Julian was quickly pinned back to the chair, Asra straddling him, looking into his eyes. The two of them weren't acting their usual selves, but who could blame them? Stress, eagerness, and god the sexual tension that had been building up between them for weeks now- it was all leading up to this though neither had anticipated that it would happen so soon.
It was like a game, their positions set. Whoever gave the other the satisfaction of moaning first would lose.
The kisses became more feverish and buttons began being worked at, scarves and shirts sliding to the floor. Julian felt his coat fall loose and slid his arms out of it before he hooked one arm around Asra's hip. He brought him closer and his eagerness took over his submission as his hips began to roll. The sudden friction derived a satisfying moan from his dominant but Julian couldn't bask in his glory for more than a few moment. As soon as his mouth opened for him to make a cocky remark he felt his shirt be torn open and the cold air hit his pale body.
His breath caught. Now another attempt to speak, give some cocky remark, tease and play, anything, was cut off by the hands running along his body. The friction didn't cease but instead was returned and now it was Julian who was weak to the pleasure. He suppressed a moan, eager to challenge Asra as best as he could. He felt his hair being tugged and his head tipped back obediently, teeth sinking into his neck. One hand was still exploring, wandering, and Asra was beginning to take his time.
The touches ventured across his torso and fingertips dragged along his muscles achingly slowly. It was as if Asra was memorising every detail of his form and Julian was so close to cussing him out and demanding more.
Finally a low moan escaped him as he snapped his hips up against Asra's. He could almost imagine the others expression before he saw it- the cocky smirk, darkened purple gaze, his eyes poisoned with hunger. Asra was aware of the power he had. Julian was exactly where he wanted him.
"Getting a good view?" The doctor spoke up, his trademark shit-eating grin upon his lips as he taunted his partner. He was 'rewarded' for this childish remark with a wandering hand giving him a firm squeeze through his restraining fabric. The moan that escaped him, low and tenuous, was a sign that he enjoyed manhandling more than the patience or the incessant 'delicate' touches Asra gifted to his form.
"Mm, you could say that," he simply returned as his eyes took in every detail of the doctor beneath him like this.
"The best in Vesuvia?" He pressed with a smug tone, licking his lips as he met Asra's eyes once more.
"Don't flatter yourself. The last part of you that needs stroking is your ego."
"Mm, and what's the first part that needs stroking?"
The flirty talk, the teasing, all of it was done to perfection. Their impatience was clear in their eyes and it was a surprise that they even stopped to ridicule each other like this. Groaning as he felt the restricting material, Julian felt familiar fingertips begin to run along his sensitive, aching flesh. He was sensitive from... god knows how long without anything as proper as this and Asra was exploiting it. The touches were the only answer he was getting.
Their lips met again, messy and impatient, as Julian fisted Asra's hair and brought him in for an impatient and desperate kiss. His lips parted for just a moment and it was long enough for Asra's tongue to invade and explore his mouth, bringing with it a very subtle metallic flavour.
Fingertips pinched and rolled the bud of Julian's nipple. Asra was evidently eager to please and derive noises from his submissive Julian. It wasn't often that you got to witness a plague doctor stimulated into a moaning and pleading mess and Julian was only a few more minutes away from that.
Supple fingers worked the cloth of Julian's underwear down and left him exposed, shuddering at the cold on his sensitivity as the delicate stimulation continued to work him down to a breathless mess. He cursed, his back arching ever so slightly.
Asra loved the control. The awareness that the cocky and flirtatious doctor Devorak was a writhing nothing for him and him only was definitely urging him onwards. What wasn't? The moans, the twitching of the member in his hand, the idea that Nadia or Portia could come through the doors at any moment and witness them doing this were all convincing reasons why he should continue.
"F-Fucking- Asra," The name spilled from Julian's lips like it was a curse. How dare the other be so perfect at this that he's already in this kind of a state? "More," the plead escaped his lips before his mind allowed him to say it, his voice too weak for it to be a demand or a command.
"Beg properly." Though Asra's voice wasn't. His voice was sharp and firm, commanding, demanding, everything. He was gifted with the virtue of patience. Julian, evidently, was not.
Fucking Asra, thought Julian as the words left the other's mouth. Of course. It was just typical that his already needy state wasn't going to suffice for now. His mouth was already doing its job and he was talking too much once more, mixes of desperate 'please''s thrown in between 'Asra', 'more', and of course 'fuck'.
His eyes were closed and his head tipped back so he'd not being paying any attention to Asra- just the pleasure that was supplied to him. Feeling a hot and wet tongue slide along the underside of his member made him jolt and cry out in pleasure. One hand grabbed a fistful of Asra's hair and the other, his own, needing something to ground himself and establish something new for him to focus on.
The tongue, god the tongue, slid slowly from the base of his shaft to the tip and slowly circled it. He tugged a little more, obscenities and obscene moans pouring from his mouth to let Asra know exactly what he thought about the phenomenal work he was doing for him.
Finally, after seconds of teasing swirling and kitten licks, Asra gave him more. The hot wetness enveloped his tip as Asra finally took some of him into his mouth and Julian, already only barely able to string together coherent words, was acting as though Asra had his brain in his mouth. Not to say that Julian didn't often think with his dick.
It was as if Asra hadn't tortured Julian enough yet. The gentle sucking and the slow movements of his tongue, the way that his head began to move and take in more was just not quick enough for the doctor. The temptation to use the hand in Asra's hair to push him down again was almost overpowering but it wasn't like Asra wasn't asking for it by going this slow .
One little push and Julian was satisfied and would likely be for half a minute. His gaze turned back to Asra, who met his eyes. The look of hunger, eagerness, arousal reflected in those violent irises were enough to push Julian closer to his orgasm.
And now that Asra had half of him in his mouth he was nearing his climax rapidly. Fingers curled around his base and pumped what his mouth didn't stimulate. It must have been clear that Julian was nearing his climax, his breaths quickening and his moans getting louder. His pleads, more demanding; his needs more obvious. His hips snapped up sharply after a few moments and he felt his tip his the back of Asra's throat.
The pleasure was making him melt and, as he gave one final moan- a decisive cry of his partners name (followed by profanities, typical)- stars burst across his vision. He was tense for a moment as the fire that had been pooling in his abdomen finally ceased at his climax. He relaxed, eyes closed as he panted and recovered. He could hear Asra emptying his mouth and stand.
Julian opened his eyes to be met with the sight of a much more relaxed Asra and licked his lips.
"You still seem needy," remarked Asra. "Maybe we should have a second round a little later, a proper one."
"Maybe?" echoed Julian, who had a smug grin on his lips, finally fixing his clothes and standing. He stepped closer to the white haired male and trapped him in place against the desk, towering over him. "Don't you mean definitely? I think I owe you something a little later. A thanks." He leant in, his lips brushing Asra's and he stole a brief kiss before pulling back. "For now, though, back to work. Can't have the countess realising how much time we wasted."
Asra flashed a grin in return as he straightened up, stretching. "Definitely, then. I'll expect you at the shop around eight."
"Eight? Sounds perfect."