My take on the garden scene
“Then I guess… pain… doesn’t bother you either then?”
Julian raises his eyebrows. “Why should it? In my line of work, you can’t be afraid of a little pain. One might say I have… intimate knowledge of it.”
Raxacore feels his hair stand on edge and fire bloom to life across his face. Julian’s smirk only widens. Raxacore takes a deep breath before closing in on Julian, he puts on hand on his hip as the other presses lightly into the wound on his side.
Julian swallows and grins back his cheeks tinted pink. “Oho, are we dancing? I didn’t know you could. What, er, what’s your poison? Tango? Waltz?”
Raxacore gives a breathy laugh. “Covering with a joke? Guess it’s working then.” His hand presses harder into the wound. “Don’t guess it’s gonna kill you hm?”
Julian bites his lip and makes a muffled noise, somewhere between a groan and a sigh. He takes a step back, his back hitting a crumbling, but unyielding, stone wall. Their hips press together, tantalizingly, as Raxacore’s fingers probe the injury.
Julian looks down desperately. “S-So not the waltz then. Pity, I’ve been known to cut a rug.”
“You know…. Doctor…” Raxacore grins as Julian’s fingers press bruisingly into his shoulders. “If I didn’t know any better… I’d say you’re enjoying this.”
Julian gasps as he slides down the wall a bit. “Raxacore-”
Raxacore quickly captures his lips in a bruising kiss. Julian groans wantonly into it and Raxacore takes his chance to press his tongue past pliant lips. His tongue lathes over Julian’s as he presses his hand harder into his wounded side. Raxacore pulls back to admire the panting mess in front of him. His face red and glistening in the blue glow of the garden.
Raxacore swallows hard. “That’s…. wow…”
His lips quickly capture Julian’s again and again in hard quick kisses. His tongue explores his mouth eagerly, retreating only to nip at his bottom lip before diving back in. Julian’s death grip on Raxacore’s shoulders is the only thing holding him up. His legs feel like they could buckle at any moment.
Raxacore’s hand on Julian’s hip quickly slips up between them to thread into his hair. He tugs at the hair on the back of his neck and relishes in the moan it illicits.
“How far can you get just from just *this*” He smirks as he presses their hips together, feeling clear evidence of both their arousals.
Raxacore takes in the sight of Julian, face flushed, eye shut, lips red and swollen.
’*Oh yeah. I could get used to this.*’ He thinks as he bites his lip.
Julian is lost in bliss as Raxacore’s hand rubs slowly over his wounded side.
Raxacore grins. “Pick your pain Julian… Head or side.”
Julian can’t seem to find his voice, his eye flicks down to the hand on his side in a silent plea.
Raxacore disentangles his hand from Julian’s hair, sliding slowly down his chest, past his stomach. Julian shivers in anticipation as Raxacore’s fingers slide over his hip and-
Raxacore wants to mar his slender, pale neck. Bite into him like an apple and relish in the taste of his skin. He refrains, choosing instead to watch him writhe under his hands.
He presses one hand against Julian’s side and the other palms his straining erection through his trousers. Julian pants loudly as he cants his hips into Raxacore’s hand, desperate for more contact. A hiss escapes his lips. Between the pain coursing through his side and the absolute pleasure from his aching cock, he can barely form a complete thought.
Raxacore’s fingers continue to pull stutters and groans from Julian. “You want something? More?”
Julian nods, an undignified squeal slipping past his lips.
Raxacore opens his mouth to respond when the sounds of loud footsteps quickly approaching cuts him off, Raxacore jumps.
Julian let’s out a desperate keening sound as he grits his teeth. “Right on time. Let’s leave before our guests arrive shall we?”
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