Domitius: Drexxel is The Ram now... and things haven’t been right ever since.. People have been getting banished for, well, various reasons. If not just... disappearing.
Elysia: W.. I-I don’t understand.. Aren’t Bellshir and Pytron still Big Horns? Why haven’t they done anything??
Dimitri: Elysia.. have you ever considered that, maybe...?
So uh... remember when I said that Domitius appeared in the campaign? He brought some very interesting news XD;; Now idk for sure if Bellshir and Pytron are dead, (theyprobablyarethough) but a few things are for certain - The old Ram is dead, Drexxel is the new Ram, and there’s trouble in Mapleshire.
🍋 Bug Juice (Don’t Knock It Til You’ve Tried It!) 🍋
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Art and Drexxel belong to @vesuvianmess ! All the contents of this fic have undergone extensive consultation and approval with the creator of this apprentice!
🍋🔞🍋Minors do not interact 🍋🔞🍋
Warnings: FTM, Oral
~ 1.5k words
Asra leaves the shop in Drexxel’s care while he spends a few days helping Nadia at the palace. Drexxel is determined to make Asra proud and is looking forward to running the shop in his absence.
(POV: Drexxel)
It was only when Drexxel was alone in the shop that he realized Asra had left his scarf behind. It was the deep red one that he usually wore whenever he traveled. Drexxel passed the edge of the fabric between his thumb and forefinger, wondering if Asra would notice at all. The sound of hinges cracking as a door popped open broke his concentration.
“Maps. Bloody useless, I say.”
Drexxel recognized the inexhaustible impatience in the voice and his body reacted accordingly.
Then came the stomping of boots, a metal arm throwing light about the room, and an over-designed cape that yanked down and knocked over whatever had the gall to get caught up in its hem.
Count Lucio rounded the corner, brash and insistent as usual.
“Drexxel, you really need to let me evict your neighbors. For some reason, they always manage to turn out their chamber pots just as I’m walking by. So Asra, if you’re in here,” he raised his voice a bit higher, “you can’t blame me for the smell on your rug! It’s not my fault.”
Despite there being no response, Lucio ended his declaration in a mildly defiant pout. Drexxel watched as his partner assumed an easy lean against the front desk before he shot the apprentice with a disarming smile.
“Come on, Bug. We’re going hunting.”
Drexxel sighed. “I’m sorry, but I can’t tonight.”
Not having heard a word, Lucio swept his cape — knocking over more and more curios — and made for the door.
“Oh and by the way, please don’t look Mercedes in the eye when you enter the carriage. She’s in a foul mood and —”
Drexxel reached over the counter at the last minute and grabbed at a ripple in the cape. Of course Lucio reacted much more dramatically than necessary when the apprentice tugged him back.
When the Count was close enough, Drexxel draped his arms around him from behind and held him up against the desk. “Weren’t you listening? I said I can’t go. Asra’s out of town, so I gotta be here for customers.” He tried to placate him with a kiss on the cheek.
Lucio looked over his shoulder, making sharp and mischievous eye contact with Drexxel.
“Oh? Asra is gone, you say?”
Drexxel held his breath as Lucio slipped out from under his arms and softly somersaulted over the countertop. Surprisingly, his boots and cape didn’t knock over anything this time, making Drex wonder if the Count wasn’t as reckless as he pretended to be.
The shimmery scarf that Drexxel had been tooling with moments ago was now acquiring wrinkles as his fist clenched and unclenched. The reason being that Lucio was celebrating Asra’s absence with his lips and his tongue and his hard bulge, which he grinded relentlessly between Drexxel’s legs.
“Hnnnnn…” Drex gave in once Lucio freed his hair from its messy bun. With his usual yet perplexing gentleness, the Count raked his golden claws through it and it felt just like heaven.
Of course while one hand was being sweet and attentive, the other had already slipped down Drex’s pants, intent on giving him a different kind of attention.
“Lucio,” Drex managed to pant, “a customer might come in.”
The Count worked a finger inside and chuckled, “Unless they can see through walls, we’re completely protected by this desk. And it’s the dead hours, so our chances of getting caught are slim…”
Between Lucio’s fingers and his urgent kisses, Drexxel did his best to hold on.
He shook his head. “It’s … not though.” Still he found himself sinking to his knees behind the lip of the counter. Once it was clear where he was headed, Lucio’s breathing became even more erratic and stilted. Though Drex hadn’t even removed his pants, Lucio dived into his exclamatory ramblings.
“Oh yeah, yes, yes. Like that! Ah –”
The Count fell silent when Drex actually passed his pierced tongue over the weeping tip of his blush-toned cock. A song of whimpers played overhead as Drexxel lost himself in the trance of sucking and humming. He felt his eyes roll back with every twitch and firm tap as it kissed the back of his throat.
Once again, Lucio’s artificial arm came to play in his hair. Lucio’s whimpering had evolved into soft, mystified praise.
“Good, Bug. That’s good. That feels so….” he moaned sincerely, making Drexxel ratchet up his pace and force behind each suck. He gave extra focus to working his ring to his advantage. Drex knew that if he employed it in just the right way, Lucio would –
“Oh, there it is. I just –” Lucio rambled incoherently as he released himself in and on his partner’s face. As for Drex? Oh, it was like stepping out of a sauna – he felt so absolutely new and invigorated. Drex closed his eyes and bathed in the warm, sticky shower, both grateful and painfully excited for what would come next.
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(POV: Lucio)
Lucio Montag Morgasson was inconsiderate, selfish, and flippant in many things, that much was true. But not when it came to this.
As much as he hated to wait and gods be damned – pace himself – he would do it in a heartbeat for Drexxel. How could he not when Drex had been so generous? And unlike some of Lucio’s previous relationships, not once had Drex flinched or shown distaste towards his golden arm. While the magic-infused prosthetic proved useful in intimidating his enemies, it became something of a curse among intimate partners.
But not with Drex, Drexxel, his charming Bug – the only reason he would shiver was in euphoria when Lucio gripped his slender, sensitive waist between the metal claws or dragged his sharp knuckles across the small of Drex’s back before squeezing the top of his sweet ass. With Drex perched on the edge of the front desk, his back facing the entrance, it was the perfect cover for Lucio to kneel down and gather his partner’s legs over his shoulders.
Lucio worked his way from the inside of Drex’s knee along his inner thigh, sweeping up the silky webs that had leaked out while Lucio was getting head.
“Please, Lucio, slow down. Slower, slower.”
That’s right. Bug wanted to savor this sensation. Whatever the hell that meant. Lucio paused and looked longingly at his partner’s swollen and pierced clit. Firm and red as grenadine syrup from excitement. Lucio just wanted to nuzzle his face against it and suck until the jets turned on.
As if Drex could sense Lucio’s will about to break, he growled, “Don’t you dare.” He grabbed a handful of the Count’s hair and jerked his head away from his aching pussy.
Lucio whimpered and surrendered. “Fine, fine. Ugh. I’ll be good.” Then he relaxed his muscles and kept his distance. He went back to placating Drex’s trembling thighs with tender kisses. Seemingly satisfied, Drex’s fist loosened. As impatient as he was, Lucio knew how to reign himself in. Noddy had made sure of that. Lucio would never understand why anyone would want to prolong the inevitable. Just like in a story, suspense was far too overrated.
Still… slowing down did have its rewards. Within seconds, Drex was begging Lucio to put him in his mouth and ease the ache. For a moment, Lucio considered drawing out Drex’s desperation with some teasing, but he said fuck it – he hadn’t the grit for that sort of performance.
So he just latched onto Drex’s pierced clit without much ceremony.
“Oh – Fuck the gods!”
Lucio’s ego and confidence couldn’t take it whenever he looked up from his ministrations to see Drex biting his lip, blushing enough to be caught for a thousand naughty crimes. His green eyes disappearing behind his fluttering lids every so often gave Lucio the encouragement he needed to keep alternating his tongue and finger in and out of Drex’s soaking core.
Oh, everything was going so well, so blissfully perfect … until the door chimed and Drexxel froze on the countertop.
“A-Asra?”
Even from where he was, Lucio could sense the subtle traces of lavender and sandalwood when the magician entered the shop.
“I just came back for my scarf. Oh, there it is. But why is it covered in…?”
There was a pause. From Lucio’s angle, he could see his Bug turning an even deeper shade of red. Earlier, he had used a red piece of fabric that was lying nearby to clean Lucio’s spent off his face.
So that was Asra’s scarf then? Lucio couldn’t help but snort.
A fluffy white head leaned over the side of the desk and groaned.
Drexxel tried to do damage control. “Asra, I can explain.”
The magician’s expression became both hostile and distant as he tossed the scarf onto Drexxel’s naked lap.
“Save it. If you’re going to… to…” His gaze passed between the Count and his apprentice. “Just lock the door next time, okay?”
Then he was gone. Despite Asra’s chilly attitude, the exchange felt as close to an approval as he was willing to grant. Drex pressed the scarf to his crotch as he tried to lower himself from the counter.
Lucio scoffed, “Where are you going?”
“To lock the door?”
Lucio arched his eyebrow and tapped a golden claw against Drex’s lower lip.
✨ - What makes your OCs heart race? Is it fear or love or something deeper?
While love does get his heart going, the easiest way to get his heart running a mile a minute is the fear of his loved ones getting hurt. Those moments where Lucio got dragged away or otherwise separated from him in the magical realms or when he was pulled to Lazaret made him feel like his heart was going to run right out of his chest.
🌑 - Hint at your OC’s darkest secret.
Unchecked fire magic can cause a lot of damage. The smell of burnt hair makes him sick.
Arson:
✨ - What makes your OCs heart race? Is it fear or love or something deeper?
While Arson can be kinda oblivious to people flirting with him, the right brush of the hand will get his heart racing a mile. Even if he's usually the more collected and... "dominant" in a relationship, he's weak to affection. So very weak to sweet kisses and gentle hand squeezes.
🌑 - Hint at your OC’s darkest secret.
I don't think Arson has a single dark secret really. He's not done anything particularly wrong, though he does have a few regrets...
