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Cold wind whips through Julian’s auburn hair and the night frost reddens his cheeks. Warm puff clouds of air briefly show inches from his lips with each hurried exhale. The streets of Vesuvia are mostly empty, at least in the part he’s chosen. His cloak ripples behind him with his long strides. He’s run for quite a while now, hiding from shadows the best his gangly limbs would allow.
Julian strains his ears for noise. There’s the soft thud of far away footfalls and a rush of excitement surges through his body. He waits, partially hidden by the shadows of night until the footsteps are louder, thunderous against the choppy pavement. Julian purposefully steps into view, giving himself up for only a few seconds. A few seconds is all it took for you to lock your sights on him. You grin and he turns on his heel to run.
“You can’t run forever, Julian.” Your voice carries like an echo and Julian is tempted to give up early, though what would be the fun in that? “You’ll have to be faster, dear!” He shouts back over his shoulder, boisterous and clear. Tears prickle the corners of his eye as wind rushes past his face. Exhilarating, it truly is. He’d have to thank you later for suggesting such an activity.
“I was thinking..” You splay your fingers over Julian’s chest, lean muscle and sparse chestnut hair. “I’ve been wanting to try something new.” Julian’s interest peaks and he hums against the crook of your neck. The bed is warm and delightful, though he sighs into your touch like it’s all he needs. “I want to chase you.” You bluntly state, no other way of introducing the topic. “Chase?” Julian asks, confusion laced in his tone. “You don’t need to chase me, darling, I’ll never run from you.” He pushes himself up to meet you face to face. “Not like that,” You sigh, combing his hair out of his face. “Like a predator, prey thing..I chase you around the city, and if I catch you..” Julian catches on quickly, cheeks flushing a delectable pink. “Oho! I like the sound of that!” He barks a throaty laugh and arches a brow. “Do tell, my dear, would you ravish me in the dark like an animal?” Julian’s voice is similar to that of a purr, deep and sultry. You grin, all teeth and bad ideas. You wretch yourself from his grip and sling your leg over his hip, straddling him. You lean down, close to his ear, lips brushing tantalizingly against the lobe. “Only if you lose.”
Julian was destined to lose. He had it written in the stars; but if it was you he’d lose to, he’d go willingly. His breath has run ragged, ripping from his lungs like sandpaper. There was nothing in it for him if he won. He doesn't like to take control, he wants to be used, and so he purposefully runs down an alley he knows leads to a dead end. Julian leans against the cold brick, rough even through his coat. He takes the moment to catch his breath and wipe the sweat off his brow bone. He thinks of how to play up the ‘captured prey’ act. Should he submit, offering his neck with a whimper? Or should he fight you, struggling meekly against you with a plea of hope?
The thoughts run to a halt when the streams of moonlight reflect off your shadow, looming bigger than your stature. “Ilyushka.” You slice through the strained silence like a knife through butter. Julian shudders at the use of his full name. It does more to him than he thought. “Ah! My darling, you’ve caught me in quite the compromising position,” he flounders, trembling with each step you take forward. Slowly, you saunter up to him like a cat circling a mouse. You enjoy how he shivers when you grab his collar, tugging him to your level.
“What a beautiful little morsel you are,” you purr, sultry and ragged, nipping at his earlobe. Julian gasps, face heating as he bites his lip, worrying the flesh between his teeth. “Running works up an appetite, my love.” You lace your fingers through the hair at his nape, snapping his head back to expose his throat. A pathetic, gurgled noise leaves Julian’s throat. He sinks to his knees on his own accord. He supposes that in a real fight, he wouldn’t stand a chance. Your eyes gleam under the shadows of the night, eager and sadistic.
Uncharacteristically, Julian is at a loss for words, feeling as if his tongue was too swollen to move. “Cat got your tongue?” You chuckle, standing back just slightly to let the moonlight shine down on his form, illuminating sharp shadows and contours of his body. You press your palm to the top of his head and shove him down further, forcing him to fall flat on his ass. Julian huffs, spindly legs falling apart. You press your foot onto his groin.
“ Oohhh,”
Julian keens, bucking his hips into the sole of your boot. You smirk. He’s trapped under your foot like a bug pinned to a table, manipulated to whomever's whim. “D-darling-“ you grind your foot down onto his hardening cock, a slow circular motion that leaves him gasping like a fish out of water. “You make for awful prey.” Your tone drips with tease and delight.
He only nods his head, loosely and uncoordinated. “Th-then spare me,” Julian ups the act, voice trembling. “I can be b-better than a meal,” he pleads, fingers digging into the ground below, nails scraping up dirt matted in between stones. You pause, drawing out an exaggerated hum as you think.
Julian cranes his head up, hopeful and eager to please. “I’d make it worth your while.” He licks his lips, dry and cracked from the harsh wind. “I’ll do anything .” Julian draws out the last word, coating his phrases in the sweetest tone he could muster.
You grab a fistful of curly hair atop his hair and tug downward, forcing him to fall flat on his face. A cry leaves his lips, resting his cheek to the cold earth and groaning in poorly hidden delight when you press your foot to the side of his head. He braces his hands flat, scuffed and dirty. One word drawls from your lips.
“Anything?”