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Asra sat comfortably in the Palace’s library, draped over a red velvet chair with their shawl over their legs. Faust was draped around their neck sleeping soundly. After asking them for permission, their apprentice had gone to travel, saying they wanted to explore the world now that it was safe. Now they were safe.
It wasn’t like they needed Asra’s permission. Either way, they had given their blessing and provided them with a package of versatile clothing, coins for expenses, and a variety of magical necessities. The apprentice, in turn, had kissed Faust on her head and gave the key to the shop to Asra. They were off before the sun had even set. Asra wouldn’t allow themself to worry about them, they’d be fine. They’ve become more capable than Asra could imagine.
So, now, Asra was alone and relatively happy with the situation they’d landed themselves in. Vesuvia was safe, with Lucio stripped of any power, demonic or otherwise, and the Red Plague was over. All was well. All was calm as the sun disappeared from view.
Until that is, Julian bursts through the doors in a dramatic fashion that is very like him. Today it seemed he had opted for a bright red tunic tucked into his usual tight dark black pants, with his usual heeled boots. He carried a box with him.
“Asra! I’ve finally found you! Moping in the library, eh?”
They let out a long sigh before snapping the book shut. “It’s raining out. As much as I enjoy the water, Ilya, I prefer my books not to be soaked.” Their eyes trailed the room to meet with Julian’s figure.
A huge grin was plastered on his face as the door shut behind him. “I have an offer for you. A little bit of fun on a rainy day.”
Faust had perked up on Asra’s shoulders, her tongue flicking out. “Friend!”
Asra’s hand went up, gently stroking the snake. “Ilya, it’s much too late for any sailing. I have plans to help Nadia in the morning, remember?”
The doctor flopped unceremoniously on a black velvet chair across from Asra. “Oh, what a shame! I had such great plans! I even bought you a gift for tonight!”
Faust’s tail flicked, “Gift!”
They set the book down on the table in front of them. “You have my attention.”
“So, I, well.” Julian laughed lightly. “I know I may expect too much of our relationship, and if I’m overstepping a boundary I need you to tell me to walk away, and I will.” He swallowed before meeting Asra’s eyes with his one, darting between them quickly as he searched their face. “Ah, so, okay…” His face slowly turned a bright, flushed red as he spoke. “I had a dream several nights ago about a situation I’d like to have played out with you.”
“Ilya-”
“Wait, wait. Let me finish before you decide anything, okay?” He breathed out, looking away and down towards his hands, fumbling with his fingers. “I had a dream where we, well you, needed a catalyst for some potion you were making. Like that one day, in the shop years ago. Anyway, you promised if I were good and behaved… you’d reward me.”
Interested, Asra sat up and crossed their arms. Faust slithered into their open white shirt, wrapping herself around their waist. “Continue.”
“Ah! Well, uh… ha, so.” He cleared his throat again before raising his head, looking somewhere, anywhere, to distract himself as he spoke. “I got a reward, alright. Before we left the back room, you found some rope and a collar. You, well, yeah. Anyway-”
“No, no. What did I do, Ilya?” Mischief flashed in their eyes, their face not giving away their piqued interest.
“Well, uh. You collared me and began some sort of tie, I don’t know, Asra!” Julian threw his hands up, blushing. “I’m not the one into some bondage here.” When Asra raised their eyebrow, Julian sputtered. “Well, not into tying someone up! Ugh, you’re infuriating.” He pushed himself up from the chair, ready to walk away when Asra grabbed his arm.
“I want to hear the rest. I’m still debating on your… proposal.”
Julian pulled his arm back, startled by the touch. He backed himself up to a nearby desk in an attempt to create distance, gripping the edges to steady his shaking hands. How such a large man was startled by such a smaller person was beyond Asra. “You fucked me, Asra. A good fuck.” He breathed out unevenly, “A harsh fuck. You pulled out so many stops I was unaware you could even manage. Knives, Asra, knives. Not ones just used for your potions, but…” A hand slowly came up, covering his face as he groaned lowly. “I can’t even begin to cover what all happened. You stepped on me at one point, slapped me around…”
“So, I beat you up?”
“Well…yes?”
Asra’s eyes scanned Julian for a brief moment. They reached for their book and picked it up, picked their shawl up, and stalked over to the bookcase before setting the book back in place. They began to walk away, making it to the door before casting a glance behind them. Julian’s face was saddened and he looked embarrassed and defeated, gaze cast downward.
“Are you coming?”
Julian’s head shot up towards Asra, his mouth gaping as he tried to come up with words. He settled on a breathy, “Yes,” before following Asra.
Asra had led the man through the marketplace. The nervous energy of the man made their impromptu shopping trip rather difficult, as he kept fumbling with items handed to him. After his arms were full and Asra’s own were full, they led Julian to the shop. The door was easily pushed open after the key was turned.
Julian gulped as the door shut behind him. “What was the shopping for?”
“Well, luckily for you, I do need to spell something. I needed supplies.” Asra said, carrying baskets of what Julian now recognized to be herbs and magical items through a sheer curtain to the backroom.
The tall male paused as he moved to follow until he heard Asra call for him. He pushed through the curtain as Asra pushed a green seat away from the table set up in the middle. They waved their hand at the chair as they continued setting up: positioning the herbs in the order they were needed, the bowl with the sand needed, a knife, a cloth, and so forth. Julian’s leg bounced as he chewed on his lip nervously, watching Asra’s every move.
“So, what was the gift, Ilya?”
“Oh, uh, haha.” He got up quickly and rushed to the front of the store, grabbing the box he had forgotten there. He set it down and sat down just as quickly as he got up. He opened the box, revealing a set of short boots, meant for walking. “These. I believe they should be your size…”
Asra’s violet eyes darted to the boots for a moment before darting back, finishing setting up what was needed. “Before we begin, we should talk.”
“Talk? Talk about what?” He gulped.
They took another chair, sat in it, and met Julian’s eye, raising a finger. “First, I want to understand exactly what you’re asking for. I’m willing to give it, but I need to know what it contains.” Asra added a second finger. “Second, we need to have a set of words. One to slow down and take it easy, one to make everything stop.” They held up a third finger. “Lastly, I need you to understand our relationship.”
“Well, uh… where to start?”
“Our relationship, Ilya. What exactly is…” They moved their hand between the other and themself. “What is this? ”
“Well, I… don’t know. I know I probably expect too much and rely on you for ungodly things. I was… hoping it was mutual? But you always seemed annoyed with me and never came to me.”
“I’m annoyed because you like to interrupt my reading. Or when I’m doing magic. Or sleeping .”
“I don’t intend to!” Julian protested before biting his lip. “I don’t know, Asra. Finding the right words to describe what I want…” He trailed off, looking away.
“Alright.” Asra leaned forward, tilting Julian’s head up with a finger. “Our relationship can remain undefined. It’s probably for the best. We’re stuck between ourselves and my apprentice, not including others. Love is a tricky thing that can lead to many problems when boundaries become restricted. Do you understand?”
“No?”
Asra sighed softly and sat back. “We’re not in a set relationship. If you need me and I’m able to help, I can. If I need you and you’re able to help, I’d appreciate it.”
“Alright. That… yeah, okay.”
“Now, on to the matter of our safe words.”
“Feather should be the first one. The one that has us slow down,” he clarified after a silent moment. “Plague can be the one to end it all.”
Asra laughed, soft and lighthearted, “Isn’t that the truth. Onto my first point, what do you exactly want from me?”
“I… are you really going to make me repeat it?”
“Yes.”
Julian groaned and buried his face into his hands. “You’re an ass.”
“I know. Please tell me though, I need a clear idea of how you want me.”
“I… don’t know? I’m open to anything, pretty much. I’d… appreciate the bondage, knife usage, and… maybe the stepping?” His voice squeaked out at the end.
“And you want me to use the boots?”
“Yes… please?”
Asra made a small approving noise as they kicked off their comfortable shoes, removing the boots from the box given to them. They slid the boots on, slowly tying them up and watching Julian’s expression change from shy and flustered to extremely flustered.
“What…” Julian began, swallowing roughly. “What do you want me to address you as? Master? Mistress? Sir?”
“Master works just fine, Ilya.” They stood up, testing the boots for a moment by pacing in a small circle. Then, they stood in front of Julian, tilting his head up with a finger again. “Listen to me closely.”
Julian nodded, mouth going dry.
“You’ll listen to what I say, do it when I say, and be a good little obedient pet.” Their hand slowly went up to pull Julian’s eyepatch off the right side of his face. He blinked several times, adjusting the plagued eye to the light. “If you’re a good pet, behaving and listening, maybe…” Asra leaned down, lingering their lips over Julian’s own. When Julian tried to close the gap, they stood back up. “Maybe I’ll reward you with your fantasy.”
When Asra moved away, Julian whined. Faust popped her head out of Asra’s shirt, “ Tease!!” She slithered down their body, before wrapping herself in a small ball on a pile of blankets made for her.
They busied themself with the setup, grinding herbs into the sand and dropping a red gem that felt like fire. They took the knife in their hand and, in a quick motion, swiped the blade across their palm. Asra allowed blood to well up before closing their hand in a fist, dripping the blood into the sand-herb mix, over the gem. They hissed as the pain set in, taking a moment to heal the cut.
“Julian, get over here.”
“Y-yes, Master!” Julian stumbled to stand up, moving by Asra’s side.
“Give me your hand.” He obeyed, offering his hand silently. “Good, good.” Asra lifted the blade to their mouth, licking the small amount of their blood from the blade. Julian shivered and shifted his weight to one foot. He licked his lips and watched as Asra wiped the blade with the cloth on the table before taking Julian’s hand in their own. The tip of the knife was poked into the rough skin on the doctor’s hands, causing him to jump slightly. “Careful. If you move too much I might… slip.” They trailed the point down the palm lightly. After the tip of the blade met the edge of the palm, Asra shifted the blade and cut into the palm with a swift movement.
Julian moaned as Asra led his hand over the bowl, fisting his hand after a moment to allow it to drip over the gem. They waited a moment before opening Julian’s hand and bringing it up to their mouth, meeting eyes as they trailed their tongue across the cut. Julian felt the tingle of magic as the wound healed, thanks to Asra’s healing magic.
“You may sit.” Asra dropped Julian’s hand and looked down at the bowl, reaching towards a herb. “Not on the chair. Sit right where you are.”
Julian obeyed, blushing furiously at the command as he lowered himself to sit on his knees. The position felt delightfully vulnerable. He swallowed and glanced up to watch Asra finish their enchantment. As Asra whispered something, a spell if he had to guess, Julian felt pressure on his crotch. He gasped and tried to wiggle away, but Asra pressed their foot harder.
“Don’t move, Ilya.”
So he didn’t. He froze and let Asra grind their booted foot into his crotch, letting out soft gasps and moans when the pressure was just right. This went on for several minutes, with Julian teetering on the edge of his release when the pressure disappeared. A soft whine escaped before he could stop it.
“That finishes that,” Asra hummed as they moved across the room, grabbing an empty glass container. They carefully lifted the hot gem from the sand, setting it gently into the container. They moved to put it back on a shelf, written with a name and a date on it. Returning to the table, they held out their hand for Julian. “Come, Ilya.”
Julian bit back his sass and took the hand, standing himself up. As he did, he felt something heavy click around his neck. His hand flew up to touch a smooth metal collar. The much smaller individual grinned at him and tugged at nothing in the air. Despite nothing being attached to the collar, Julian fell forward as Asra moved their hand.
A silent command was instilled as Asra moved forward, through the curtain and towards a set of stairs neatly tucked in the corner. They led Julian up the stairs to a decently sized room. A large, purple-clad bed stood in the middle of the room, with thin veils hanging from the ceiling. Asra’s room was much neater than Julian expected. Shelves lined the walls and everything seemed to be exactly where it needed to be. The only exception was a small table on the side of the bed, where things looked haphazardly stacked.
Asra suddenly turned on their heel and looked up at Julian. “Down, pet.”
Julian dropped to his knees so fast, he was sure they’d be bruised in the morning.
“That’s so much better,” Asra cupped Julian’s face, a thumb pressing against his lips. “You look much prettier on your knees, Ilya.” The thumb pressed into his mouth and Julian groaned, feeling weak in his… everything. He sucked on the thumb until Asra pulled it away.
“Please,” Julian whined. “Asra-”
Asra cleared their throat. “Maybe you don’t deserve to have your reward.”
“Master, please.”
Asra’s hand flew across Julian’s face with a slap that echoed in the small room, he cried out in shock.
“Again,” Julian breathed. “ Again .”
“ You don’t get to tell me how to treat you. Not right now.” Julian watched Asra shift and watched the boot land on his chest, pressing him to the floor. With his back against the floor, he groaned as Asra continued to put weight on his chest. “I rule you tonight. Do you understand? You do what I want when I want, and only if I command it.”
“Yes!” Julian gasped out, trying to meet Asra’s eyes.
The boot moved from the chest, allowing Julian to pull in a fresh breath, and pressed down onto Julian’s hardened crotch.
“You’re nothing right now. You realize that, right?” They pressed harder, causing the other to gasp and then moan as he ground his hips up. “Keep that up and you can watch me instead.” Julian instantly stopped, groaning lowly. “You’re such a needy little slut, aren’t you?”
“I’m a needy little slut,” he rasped. “I’m begging you, Master, please!”
The pressure disappeared and Asra walked over to Julian’s head, lifting their foot and pressing it down on the side of Julian’s face. “You can beg all you want, but we will work at my pace. I want to spend my time with you. I want to unravel all of you, Ilya. I have all night.”
Julian choked out an odd mixture between a whimper and a moan. This version of Asra scared and aroused him, a much colder and detached Asra.
Asra removed their boots and shrugged their shawl off, folding it before setting it gently on a shelf. “What should I do first?” They skimmed their shelves and settled on a bundled purple rope, reaching for it. They turned to face Julian and smiled sweetly at him. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“Yes!”
“Good boy.” Asra moved closer to him, helping him sit back on his knees. Julian swallowed as Asra commanded him to stay still. The magician began slowly, painstakingly slowly, to bind Julian’s arms to his torso in an intricate design, with the hands bound behind his back. “Take a deep breath for me.” When Julian didn’t immediately obey, they snapped with a sharp, “ Now.”
Julian took a deep breath, mainly because he was immediately terrified of the consequences of not listening to Asra but also because he needed to calm his nerves. Asra’s watchful eyes scared him and he bit his lip, shifting his weight as he silently begged for their touch.
Asra stepped closer to him, curling a hand in Julian’s deep red locks, pulling him forward to their crotch. “If you’re an obedient little bitch, maybe I’ll give you my cock tonight.” He gave Asra’s crotch an open-mouth kiss through their pants, meeting Asra’s eyes. “If you’re not, I’m perfectly fine leaving you a wretched mess for tomorrow’s meeting. You don’t want that, do you?”
“No, please. Asra- Master… ”
They pulled Julian away by his hair. “Don’t mess up again, Ilya.”
He nodded quickly and Asra let go of his hair, Julian barely balancing himself before he fell face-first into the floor. The magical tether still attached to the collar on Julian’s neck pulled him up onto his feet. Asra led him to the large, plush bed and stood him in front of it. They circled Julian, pinching his skin in various spots before shoving him down into the bed. Julian now lay on the bed, face shoved into the sheets with the rest of his body propped up. Afraid to move, he remained still until commanded to move.
“You’re such a mess.” He watched Asra move to the messy table, grabbing something off it and leaving his vision. A moment later he felt the pinpoint of a knife on his back, between his shoulder blades. “Now, hold still. You wouldn’t want to get hurt now, would you?”
“Maybe I would, Master,” Julian joked dryly with a laugh.
Asra responded by allowing the blade to cut through his shirt, poking at the skin underneath. They carefully cut the shirt off under the rope, occasionally scraping the skin or drawing blood from Julian. Once most of the back was shredded, Asra shoved Julian to roll him onto his back. They repeated the same process in the front, tracing the blade down his chest. Julian opened his mouth to speak and Asra promptly slapped him in the same spot as before. Then on the other side.
“Shut up.”
Julian nodded quickly and bit down on his tongue nervously.
“You think you’d listen if you so desperately wanted to cum tonight.” They reached up and brushed their fingers against the metal collar, which fell apart and disappeared. Asra then sat on the edge of the bed, taking their time removing the boots. Julian heard them thud against the floor and watched Asra stand, lifting their shirt over their head slowly. Julian licked his lips and watched as the golden person in front of him slowly take off their jewelry and choker.
When they turned, lust was set in Asra’s violet eyes as they straddled Julian, licking the blade slowly.
“You look absolutely pretty like this, Ilya, all tied up and submissive.” They moved the knife away from their mouth, turning it in their palm and pressing the dull edge to Julian’s neck. His Adam’s apple bobbed against it as he swallowed. Asra leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “You’d look amazing with my cock in your mouth.” Asra could easily feel Julian’s response pressing into their backside, even through both sets of pants. “I’m waiting for a response.”
“I’d look amazing with your cock in my mouth, Master,” Julian parroted. “Please let your… your lowly slut pleasure you.”
“How could I possibly refuse an offer like that?” Asra set the knife on the bedding, climbing off the restrained man. They undid their pants as they kneeled over Julian. Julian already had his mouth open to receive Asra’s freed cock, which was promptly eased into his waiting mouth.
They grinned and pushed the hair out of Julian’s face, gently pressing the man’s head closer as they fully sheathed themselves in Julian’s mouth with a soft grunt. They felt Julian’s tongue press against their cock as they thrust into his mouth. Julian choked and closed his eyes, allowing himself to be fucked in the mouth, Asra whispering soft praises as they thrust continuously.
“You look adorable like this, Ilya. Your mouth is so good.” When Julian moaned softly, Asra chuckled and tugged on the red hair. “You like that? You’re so good, Ilya. I could fuck your mouth all night, milking my pleasure as you lay here tied up. Fuck .” Asra tilted their head back and moaned, inhaling sharply. Their other hand moved to steady themself on Julian’s shoulder.
Asra continued to thrust at differing paces before holding Julian away by his hair. Julian stuck his tongue out while keeping his mouth open and groaned, his eyes darting between Asra’s eyes and cock.
“Use your words.”
Julian’s face flushed red and he whined, leaning forward in an attempt to capture Asra’s cock in his mouth. Asra pulled him away and slapped him hard. A red handprint had begun forming on his cheek.
“ What did I just say?”
“Use my words…”
“And what did you not do?”
“I didn’t use my words, Master.”
“Good, Ilya. It seems you can use your words.” Asra released their grip on Julian’s hair, watching him sink back into the bed. They picked up the knife and pulled Julian towards them, cutting the bonds that held his hands. Asra then tied off the rope so it remained on Julian’s body, framing it rather than restraining him. “Now, unfortunately, you need to be punished.” They watched Julian swallow as they sat on the edge of the bed. “I want you to get across my lap.”
Julian crawled and wiggled himself to Asra’s nearby lap, with Asra helping him along. Asra began to tug Julian’s tight pants down, using their knee to prop up the man to pull them down. Julian’s ass was bared to the magician, who grinned.
“You may be the doctor here but I’m prescribing you your punishment: five spankings. I want you to count them, Ilya.”
“Only five?” Julian joked dryly.
Asra grumbled. “Fine, ten. The more you complain or argue, I’ll continue to raise them. Keep it up, I’ll send you to bed.” They raised their hand and struck him twice.
The man yelped and clutched the sheets under him, “One! Two!”
They massaged his ass, laughing softly. “Oh, Ilya. You’re such a good boy.” They felt his still-covered cock twitch. Asra’s free hand gently combed through his hair. “Good boys use their words. Will you use your words from now on?” Another swift spank.
“Yes! Fuck. Three! I’ll use my words!”
“Mmm, you better. I don’t like when you demand things. You’re lucky you have such a generous,” Smack. “Loving,” Smack. “Master.” A third, hard smack echoed in Asra’s room.
“Four, five. Fuck, shit, six!” Julian was panting already, pressing his face against the back of his hands.
Asra was fully enjoying this. Seeing Julian squirm on their lap made something in him clench deliciously. “I cannot wait to fuck your ass, Ilya. It looks so wonderful already.” When Julian didn’t reply, Asra spanked him.
“S-seven!”
“I complimented you, Ilya. What do you say?”
“Thank you, Master!”
Asra stroked Julian’s hair, their hand massaging his ass. “Good boy. You’re doing so well.” Another smack.
“Eight,” he choked out as his lower body became sore. Asra was not holding back.
“Such a good doctor. You’re almost done with this part.” They finished the last two in fast, painful succession. Julian’s voice cracked as he counted the last two, a sob escaping his lips. “Are you alright?”
Julian nodded weakly, allowing Asra to turn him over. Asra brought their head down, pressing their lips against Julian’s for a moment.
“Good. Your ass has a long way to go tonight, Ilya.”
“I know,” Julian mumbled. “What does Master have in mind?”
“I was thinking of maybe rewarding you. Yes, you’re a cocky little brat but I think you might enjoy your reward.” They waved to the pile of pillows on their bed behind the two of them. “Go.” Asra moved Julian off their lap and stood up off the bed, going to the shelves that lined that wall.
Julian obeyed once Asra was off the bed. He went to lay on the pile of pillows, sinking into them with a sigh. The purple rope restricted his chest but remained comfortable. His ass throbbed in pain which excited him.
Asra parted the veils that hung from the ceiling and joined Julian on their bed, kissing him gently as they pulled the pants off in a few tugs, freeing the other’s cock.
“Hey!”
“Ilya, I meant to ask. Why do you not wear anything under these?”
“I, well. Shut up!”
Asra’s teasing smile turned into a frown. “And here I was, ready to give you some actual pleasure.”
Julian babbled incoherently before crying out, “No! Please, fuck, please Master.”
Their thin fingers traced up Julian’s legs, “I’m not sure you deserve this anymore.”
“Please. I’ll, fuck, I’ll let you do anything.”
“You were going to do that anyway.”
Julian’s hands twitched, his cock aching for attention, wanting to please himself. “ Please .”
“Aw, the poor doctor.” Asra grabbed the knife they had carefully placed away from them, pressing the dull side to Julian’s outer thigh. “I want you to beg.”
“I-I!” He groaned and covered his face with both of his hands. He dropped them after a moment and met Asra’s eyes. “ Please, Master.” He bit his lip. “Please… I want you to give me as much as you want. I need you right now.”
When Asra smiled at him, Julian melted a little inside. His relief was short-lived as Asra sat on Julian’s outstretched legs, keeping the knife on his thigh. “What if I want to hurt you?”
“Oh, gods. Do it.”
The magician snaked their hand up to Julian’s hair, pulling his head back roughly as they leaned forward and bit down on the exposed and pale skin. Julian let out a high-pitched cry as Asra bit and sucked various parts of his neck, grinding his hips up. He felt the tip of the blade poke into his inner thigh, dragging across his skin, and gasped, shocked and extremely aroused.
The hand on his hair pulled harder, Asra biting the front of Julian’s throat. “I’m- fuck, I’m going to-”
Asra pulled away, leaving the cool knife blade against the skin. “Already? I’ve barely touched you!”
“I’m horny, okay? You’ve been messing with me since we got to your shop!”
“Well, it is what you wanted,” Asra commented with a soft laugh. “I can stop if it’s too much?”
“ Fuck no. Stop? Now? Please continue,” Julian said, adding a soft, “Master Asra,” to the end.
Asra pressed the knife to the opposite thigh, leaning forward to whisper to Julian, “You’re being such a good boy, moaning for me. Keep it up and I may reward you with something better,” They nipped at the ear before continuing, “Than a knife.”
Julian moaned, louder for Asra, and parted his legs slightly to allow better access to his thighs. He felt another rush of blood towards his crotch as Asra slid the blade across his thigh, drawing a thin line of blood. Another moan was drawn from Julian, his head tilting back and resting against a stacked pile of pillows, his hips grinding up again.
He felt Asra move from his legs, their weight displacing on the bed. The knife disappeared from his thigh as well. Soon after, Asra’s warm tongue licked up the thin cut on his thigh, their hand wrapping around Julian’s exposed (and very hard) cock.
“Oh, fuck!”
Asra lazily pumped the other’s cock a few times, licking another cut on his thigh. “Do you want more?”
“Yes! Fuck, yes please!” The hand slowly pumping removed and was replaced by Asra’s mouth. Julian gasped and arched his back from the pillows, hands flying into Asra’s white hair. “I’m gonna,” Julian cried out.
Asra released his cock, still slowly pumping, slapping his hands away from their hair. “You don’t have permission, pet. I’m giving you more, but I’m not permitting you.” Julian felt Asra’s hot tongue against the head of his cock, then heard the sound of skin against skin. A surge of pride filled Julian’s chest.
“Please,” Julian whimpered, swallowing thickly. “Master, I want to watch my cum fill your mouth, pretty please!” He propped himself up on his knees, taking in Asra knelt between his thighs, their cock in their hand, tongue licking up Julian’s length slowly.
“Cute,” Asra commented. “You think I’ll let you spill everything in my mouth? Do you think a lowly little whore deserves that kind of treatment? I think I’d rather you spill out all over yourself and make you swallow it up.”
Julian gasped as their eyes met, Asra’s mouth slowly lowering back down the length. He did not doubt Asra’s words, the image flashing through his head, heat pooling in his stomach. “Please Master, let this lowly, ah,” his thighs twitched, “Permission, please!”
Asra bobbed their head deeply before releasing him, “Now, pet.” Their hand continued working, putting pressure on the right spots as they Julian’s cock towards his chest. He cried out, clenching his hands into themselves, as he came over his stomach. His arms felt like jelly, but he held himself up as he glanced down to watch Asra lick the mess off his cock. He collapsed back into the pillows, panting, and closing his eyes. A few moments later, fingers gently probed against his lips. Julian parted them and sucked, tasting himself on Asra’s fingers. He blinked open his eyes to see Asra leaning over his torso. They removed their fingers with a chuckle.
“Are you already worn out? I thought you had more in you,” Asra made a sound of disappointment. “After all, you wanted to be fucked, didn’t you?”
Julian flushed, shaking his head. “I can handle everything you give me, Master.”
“I like that sound of that, Julian.” Asra slid off the bed and removed their pants fully. Julian licked his lips, watching as they folded them and set them on the floor. They stretched and Julian watched with hungry eyes. “Come here.” They pointed at the edge of the bed.
Julian obeyed, carefully maneuvering himself to the edge and sitting. Asra removed the knife from the bed and set it on the table nearby. “Safety first,” they noted as they turned to see Julian sitting, hands resting on his thighs. “Aren’t you a pretty thing?” Asra pressed a kiss on the top of his head. “Pretty, obedient things deserve rewards. How should I reward you?”
The doctor shivered as he felt Asra stroke his shoulders and neck. Asra continued thinking out loud, but Julian’s focus was honed in on the delicate fingers, creating patterns on his skin, gently rubbing as the bed shifted under Asra’s added weight. The fingers shifted into Asra’s hands, massaging Julian’s stiff shoulders. Julian moaned and dropped his head, giving Asra more access to massage and rub his neck. Asra’s words melted away, the sensations and pressure being the only thing to ground Julian.
“Ilya?” Asra’s voice seemed far away, Julian leaned into the presence of the body behind him. “Jules? Julian.” He hummed in response. He finally felt Asra’s legs against his, the hands gently wrapped around his torso. “Are you okay?”
Julian nodded, reaching for one hand and entangling their fingers together while reaching for Asra’s other hand and bringing it to his rehardened cock. He didn’t trust his voice and leaned his head back against Asra’s shoulder.
Asra chuckled and kissed Julian’s skin gently, from the shoulder up his neck to his ear. “You’re such a sight when you’re absolute putty in my hands.” They emphasized this by squeezing Julian in their hand. “I guess I can be nice and slow for a while, as a nice reward.”
“Yes,” Julian hissed out, raising his hips to meet Asra’s hand.
“You must be desperate to come begging to me, knowing we have a long day tomorrow. How are you going to keep a straight face, talking to Nadia while thinking of me bending you over on that table, in front of everyone?” Julian gasped when Asra bit his ear. “Especially after you felt my cock inside you the night before. I bet you’ll come begging again afterward, asking to take you in one of the lesser traveled halls.”
“Fuck, Master,” Julian whined out, knowing exactly which wing and which hall they could get away with. He stopped thinking once Asra’s teeth buried into his shoulder, the hand around his cock slowing down. He bucked his hips up, seeking more, wanting more.
Asra lifted their head and whispered, “You can let go whenever, my pretty boy.” They squeezed Julian’s hand, bringing it up to their lips and kissing the back of his hand. Asra felt Julian tense and shake before they felt a slow stream of cum drip over their fisted hand. “ Good boy, ” Asra purred in his ear.
Julian let out a small sob, overstimulated now. Asra lifted their hand and Julian opened his mouth, ready to take in Asra’s fingers. He gasped and groaned when Asra brought them to their mouth instead, licking the mess off of their hand. Asra then gripped Julian’s chin and turned his head, kissing him deeply. The angle was not comfortable and awkward, but Julian melted into it and deepened the kiss.
Asra released him, laughing lightly. “I think it’s my turn, pet.” They slid off the bed gracefully as Julian sat there, dazed and recovering from his second orgasm. Asra moved quickly, lifting Julian’s legs up and over their shoulders. He yelped as he tipped backward, exposed to Asra. Julian watched the fabric ripple above him as Asra moved them into a comfortable position, face blushing as Asra chuckled at him.
“Gods, you’ve planned ahead, haven’t you?”
“Yeah,” Julian rasped out weakly. “Was gonna hit the bars if-”
“Oh? You’re saying I’m not good enough, you had a backup plan to get your sweet ass fucked? Were you going to beg a drunken bastard to bed you?” Asra produced a vial of oil from the table, slicking their fingers up. “You’ll barely need any preparation, were you hoping for a good fuck from an idiot?”
Julian moaned out as Asra probed a finger through the ring of muscles. “Yes! I, I was!”
“Oh? So you made yourself all pretty, clean, and partially prepared for your Master, huh? And perhaps for a stranger. What a slut.” Asra’s finger slid in and they wiggled it around before quickly adding a second. “You’re lucky I accepted your offer then, aren’t you?” A moment of silence before Asra’s free hand smacked the side of Julian’s thigh. “ Aren’t you? ”
“Fuck!” Julian’s softened cock twitched to life. He squeezed his eyes shut. “ Yes, I’m lucky. So very,” He moaned lowly as Asra began to thrust their fingers. “Lucky, yes!” He shuddered when Asra began peppering kisses on his inner thighs.
Asra removed their fingers and lips as they stood up, slicking themselves up with oil as they kept Julian’s legs thrown over their shoulders. Before he could speak, Asra pushed the head of their cock to Julian’s hole as they gripped his hips. Asra turned their head and bit the skin of Julian’s leg as they slowly pushed their entire length in. Julian writhed underneath Asra, hands reaching for Asra’s arms to steady and calm himself.
“So good for me,” Asra whispered against the skin. “Open your eyes, idiot.” Julian obeyed, fluttering open. “You look so beautiful and pathetic like this, I wish I had a mirror to show you your face.” Asra’s fingers dug into Julian’s hips, pulling him slightly off the edge of the bed to have better leverage. Julian could’ve sworn Asra’s violet eyes had a dangerous twinkle in them. Their features softened for a brief moment, voice soft. “Ilya, can I choke you?”
Julian tried to pull Asra’s hands up towards his throat, nodding quickly. “Yes! Please! I want you to use me!”
“Oh, how precious. I didn’t need permission to use you!” Asra shifted, wrapping one hand around a leg and the other reaching towards Julian’s neck, fingers brushing across his Adam’s apple before wrapping around the front of his neck. “I just wanted to know if my slut liked the idea as well as I did, his pretty neck bruised because of my hand, knowing that I control your breathing, that I’m getting off on all of this.” Asra punctuated by rolling their hips and squeezing Julian’s neck, eliciting a moan from the man, his cock twitched in agreement, fully hard.
Asra tilted their hips to find a comfortable angle before pulling out, squeezing again before driving back in hard, setting a fast and hard pace. Julian’s head lolled to the side, eyes struggling to stay open as he watched Asra fuck into him.
“It’s… not often you’re speechless,” Asra sounded like they were out of breath already. “It’s a nice look on you, a fucked stupid slut.” Julian only moaned in response, wheezing towards the end of it. “I hope you’re sore when you’re sitting on that chair tomorrow, trying to use that brain to think of anything but this,” Asra dropped the arm from his leg and slapped his thigh. “To think of anything but good ol’ Asra fucking you silly, huh?”
Julian was still overstimulated, but he also felt incredibly understimulated and small under Asra’s lithe frame, fucking into all of the right spots. He wanted to be touched, he wanted to get away, but he was under Asra’s thumb, taking in pleasure as they’d dish it out. Between Asra slapping his skin, fucking into him, and choking him while mumbling degrading praises, he was stuck. Julian caught glimpses of Asra, their hair stuck to their forehead, eyes darting between Julian’s neck, cock, and body, lips bit to damper the noises.
Asra stopped hitting the skin and moved to grasp Julian’s cock, thrusting slower but harder, gasping, “You’re so good, Ilya, letting me use you like a toy.”
Julian wheezed, squeezing Asra’s wrist, and Asra let go of his neck, mumbling an apology. Once he caught his breath, he pulled Asra’s hand up to his mouth and started sucking on his fingers. He opened his eyes to see Asra watching him like a predator, the dangerous glimmer returning in their eyes. Julian felt a surge of arousal run through him and he released Asra’s fingers, letting out a high-pitched moan as Asra squeezed around the base of Julian’s cock. Julian felt like he was free-falling from the mast of a ship as his orgasm crashed into him, shooting ribbons across his chest.
Asra groaned and dropped their head, their thrusts stuttering and slowing down as they hit their orgasm, fucking through it within Julian’s ass. They stilled, staying inside Julian until they felt steady enough to let his legs drop and to lay on the bed beside him, panting softly.
Julian, worn out and not yet fully aware of himself, rolled towards Asra’s body and set his head against Asra’s shoulder. His arm wrapped around Asra’s torso and he snuggled himself up close, ignoring the sweat on the both of them, wanting comfort. Asra tucked an arm under Julian’s head and combed their fingers through Julian’s hair, which tangled over the time they’d spent in Asra’s room. Julian moaned at the touch.
“I didn’t think you were that sensitive to touch, Ilya,” Asra said softly. “How are you doing?”
“‘M good,” he responded. “Need a bath or somethin’.”
“A good idea before bed.”
“Nah… tomorrow. ‘Fore the meeting.” Julian mumbled, body relaxed, “‘M sleepy now.”
Asra chuckled, “And here I was, sure you’d use it as an excuse to see me naked and wet.” Julian hummed softly, lifting a leg to wrap it around Asra. “No, no, not until we clean you up.” They untangled from Julian’s limbs and retrieved a rag. A pitcher of water appeared and they wet the rag, moving to wipe Julian’s body of the three separate orgasms, carefully wiping away dried cum from his coarse hair. He was even more pliant than before, allowing Asra to move his body as needed, even letting them roll him over on his stomach. Asra wiped away their leaking cum from Julian’s ass, smiling at the forming bruises on his backside.
Julian’s eyes fluttered, sighing softly at the gentle touches. “Thanks, Asra.”
“I’m not having you sleep in my bed while covered in cum. Speaking of,” Asra made their way to a pile of clothes and pulled out two robes. They tossed one beside Julian and pulled the other on. “Put that on, please.”
Julian’s hand grazed the fabric, “Soft,” he sighed as he stood up from the bed to slide it on and tie it.
“Come on, you big baby.” Asra gestured towards the pile of pillows. “We need some rest before the meeting.” Asra helped Julian position himself in bed, in a relatively comfortable position for the both of them as Julian curled up into Asra.
“Thanks,” Julian whispered.
Asra smiled and stroked his hair, closing his eyes. Julian was sure to complain about the marks, the bruising, and the pain, but Asra knew that he was just as pleased as they were about tonight. It wouldn't be long before they were asleep, entangled in each other.