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Julian’s flushed cheeks, his failing attempts to stifle himself, the sheen of sweat on his chest. It was all so beautiful to them. They watched him with hungry eyes as rolled their hips, squeezing his delightfully hard cock between their thighs, effectively letting him fuck the soft, wet space between their legs. The gangly man moved in tandem with them, committing to memory every time they gasped or moaned as his cock brushed against their overly sensitive clit. He loved their sounds, the way their plush ass felt in his gloved hands.
His lover’s weight on his chest was wonderful, and he let his fingers draw lazy patterns up their back, following the golden tattoo down their spine. “Y-you feel so good..” Julian managed, his throat a little dry from the attempts to keep his voice down.
Muse giggled, releasing their grip on his cock to climb up and straddle his lap, now pinning the man’s arousal under their slick core. Resuming the teasingly slow assault, they rubbed himself on his length, cupping the right side of Julian’s face in their palm. “You’re gorgeous like this.” They told him, eyes full of adoration. “I’m glad we’re finally alone.”
The doctor wasn’t used to being treated so gently, it was alien and new but most certainly welcome. He leaned into their touch, planting a soft kiss on their palm. “Speak for yourself.” He said, his one visible eye scanning their form as they continued to slide their cunt over the underside of his aching cock. He’d wanted them since the moment they met, but he couldn’t have dreamt they’d be so eager. And so commanding, too.
The pink haired mage has practically shoved him onto the bed and assaulted his pale throat with hard kisses, nips and even full blown bites the moment they were alone together. He loved every second, unable to keep himself from groaning loudly at the feeling of their teeth scraping his sensitive skin.
The bruises and bite marks had already faded since Muse left them, and it was almost disappointing to them, but that just meant they would have to keep reapplying the same treatment. Now that Muse was sitting on his lap, they could see every delightfully sexy detail of their partner, watching him come undone from such a simple act. Circling their hips, they chewed their lower lip and watched as his cock began to weep a little clear fluid, dripping onto his trail of thicker, darker hair. They loved that little strip of hair that slowly faded as it reached his naval.
Placing both hands on his chest, Muse raked their nails over his skin and watched as the white lines turned to red welts and quickly faded, like they were never there. Julian bucked, throwing his head back into the pillows and let out a strangled sound. “Fuck..”
It was so fun to tease him like this, but Muse was craving more. Raising themself up a little, they wrapped a hand around his arousal and rubbed the tip against their swollen clit. It was always such a sensitive spot, and while they were a little embarrassed by the size of it, and how it almost seemed to get erect during their own arousal, Julian loved it and brushed his leather-clad thumb across it, watching their reaction with glee.
It came out more like a whimper than anything, and Muse shut their eyes, shaking. “Jul...ian..” They purred, as he continued to play with their clit.
“You’re so cute, Muse.” He whispered, watching as they took the initiative once more and sunk down onto his cock, not a word of warning. He cried out, surprised by just how wet they were. They hadn’t actually done anything besides the heavy make-out, followed by Muse taking him between their thighs. He knew he was easy to get revved up, but knowing they reacted to his body like this was phenomenal.
As they settled their weight back into his hips, Julian realised that his partner hadn’t had any trouble taking his entire length, and groaned. “That’s hot.”
“Shhh, baby.” They said, placing a finger on his lips as they started to rock, a slow and gentle pace. Every time he tried to meet their movements with his own, Muse would squeeze their legs on his hips, effectively pinning him still. He loved it. They were clearly in charge, but they didn’t need to scold or punish him. Yet, he wondered what that might be like.
Muse’s moans echoed off the walls as they picked up speed, riding his cock like they were built for it. He couldn’t decide where to look. He was torn between admiring their flushed face, glowing with bliss and watching his length disappearing into their heat. Muse made the decision for him, grabbing him firmly by the chin but not quite squeezing as they forced him to make eye contact. He wouldn’t complain.
Now that they had his full attention, they looked down. “Touch me.” They demanded. He obeyed, using his thumb to play with their engorged clitoris, loving every sound that escaped their soft, painted lips. The continued praises, gasps and moans were bringing him closer.
“Muse---” He cut himself off, forgetting he wasn’t supposed to speak. It seems he also forgot he wasn’t supposed to move, as he gave a sharp thrust upward. This time, instead of scolding him, Muse moaned low and drawn out.
“Fuck me, baby.” They said, stroking his cheek as they gave him the order. Julian nodded, swallowing hard. Now that he had permission, he grabbed both of their hips and held them just a little bit off of himself and started to buck upwards, revelling in the delightful repeated slap sounds of their bodies meeting. He hadn’t noticed it as much before, but it was definitely there in between the needy moans of the pair.
“I love how loud you are.” The mage told him, pressing both hands flat on his chest for stability. They were right on the brink, and their cries grew needier, a mix of soft
yes
's and
Right there
’s but it was the way they said his name that really pushed him over the edge. With barely a grunted warning, the ginger physician spilled into their heat and stopped moving, breathless.
Smirking, Muse forced him to meet their gaze once more. “Is that it, babe?” They asked. He tried to open his mouth to apologise, but was distracted by the fact that Muse had rather swiftly climbed closer and was offering their freshly defiled cunt to him like a hot, cream covered pastry. “Finish me off.” They demanded with a wink.
Watching a thick bead of his semen drip down was probably the sexiest thing he might have ever seen, and Julian eagerly placed his gloved hands on their hips, bringing them to sit on his face, lapping at them with renewed vigor. Muse rolled their hips and pressed against his tongue for more friction, finding the way his nose brushed and rubbed against their clit utterly wonderful. They continued to praise him, lacing their fingers into his thick auburn curls for purchase.
“That’s good…” They panted, feeling the tell-tale butterflies in their tummy, swirling and quickly bringing them to the edge. Muse yanked his head back and rubbed themself on his very skilled tongue like he was just a toy to be used for their own satisfaction, and Julian did not complain in the slightest.
Dipping the tip of his tongue into their cunt and tasting himself spill out was exhilarating. He always loved the taste of cum but this was the first time he’d ever tasted himself on someone else and he could never have imagined how much he would adore it. Feeling their thighs tense on either side of his head gave him the nod to work harder as they rode him, pressing their heat down harder. They were close.
Muse threw their head back, pink locks cascading down their back as they came, the sensation crashing over them like a tidal wave and leaving them shaking, a blissful cry of their lover’s name falling from their lips.
He then helped them to lay beside him, brushing their damp fringe off their forehead.
Chuckling, he offhandedly said “I need to stop drinking so much beer.” as he licked the remaining slick from both of their orgasms off his lips.