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“Would you…” Julian starts, and Lucio barely hears him as breathless as his voice is. He trails off on a sweet moan. Pleasure shivers through him, but he brings one of his weak limbs up to sink a hand into Lucio’s hair. Julian yanks once, and Lucio slows to a stop above him. Lucio raises an unimpressed brow, as if to say what could you possibly want. Julian catches his breath before he responds.
“Fuck, alright. This is great and all, but I’d like more,” Julian says. Lucio squints down at him.
“More?”
“Yes. That’d be— yes,” Julian cuts himself off as Lucio rolls his hips, striking deep and hard.
“More like how? More like, harder?”
“No, like— uh, sen, sensation. Just.”
“Should I just try stuff?”
“I, I need pain? Need more,” Julian is begging more than explaining at this point. Lucio rolls his eyes.
“Should I hit you?” Lucio snorts, but Julian nods his head. His excitement bleeds into his eyes, making them shine up. Lucio sits back a bit. His hand comes up to caress Julian’s cheek, shifting the flounce of his bangs behind his ear.
“Really?”
“Yeah, you could—”
Before Julian can suggest a way to ease them into anything Lucio cracks him across the face. His cheek lights up with sharp-numb stinging as his ears ring with the pop. It makes Julian clench up, and his eyes roll back in his head as he gasps. The weight of Lucio’s strapon filling him is apparent as he clenches with the throb of pain through his jaw. He blinks through it, budding tears escaping in streaks down his splotchy cheeks. Lucio rocks up into him at the sight. His own cunt clenches in sympathy as Julian moans.
When Julian stops shuddering long enough to open his eyes Lucio grabs his chin. His thumb digs into the side of his face as he establishes eye contact. Julian’s mouth gapes, tongue slicking his bottom lip with spit.
“That good enough? Is that what you wanted, Jules?”
“I’ll say Prakra if I want to stop. You can hit me harder.”
Lucio stares as a laugh bubbles out of him. A fight lights in his eyes, and Julian worries for a moment. He knows how cruel Lucio can be. But when Lucio’s hand comes down across his other cheek, the blow isn’t really any harder. It makes both sides of his face throb, and Julian wonders if he’ll bruise in the shape of Lucio’s wide palm. He tilts his chin up and his hips down to egg Lucio into fucking him again.