A huge shout out to my darling @infernaldaydreams for this brilliant commission of my Apprentice, Romy Vallaria. You interpreted the brief exquisitely and I cannot thank you enough 💚
Back in September I stumbled across The Arcana and promptly fell in love with Julian. After months and months of burnout I enjoyed immersing myself in Vesuvia and of course started writing a fic.
I’ve been slowly crafting a long fic since then, with the support of my wonderful friends who have given me so much support, encouragement and motivation - being able to share my writing with my little circle has been a blessing.
The fic has fast become possible the most enjoyable thing I’ve ever written and so I want to share it with all of you. Updates will likely be coming weekly if life allows.
If you take the time to read it then I hope you enjoy it ☺️
Genre: Smut🖤 / Fluff🧸 / Light Angst🥀 / Headcanons
WARNINGS: 18+, mentions of low self-esteem (Julian), cum-play, wound-fingering, joking during sex, blood-play, edging, knife/edge-play, spit/sweat/tears, body worship, role-play, humiliation kink, public sex.
Template Credit: @/the-coldest-goodbye
Word Count: 3,004
A/N: I need this man so bad, so I wrote... a lot about it. This has been revised, but please feel free to let me know if I've missed any typos or any triggers/warnings!
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex.)
It's almost as if he's in a daze. Even if it's just a quickie, it'll take him a moment to lock back in.
Lots of kisses and quiet giggles as you check in on each other. Did you like the new position? Did he like it when you called him a new pet name?
The "check-ins" used to feel a lot more formal, but now you both word-vomit your thoughts and call it a day.
He's made it a habit to press one long kiss to your forehead, breathing in your scent, after you've both finished. It's a sweet end to an intense session.
He will thank you afterwards. Sometimes it's because he's just grateful to delight in you, and more often it's because he feels he doesn't deserve your trust. He just needs a little reassurance!
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s.)
If he had to choose for himself, he'd pick his eyebrows.
They're the cherry on top of his theatrics, and he loves how much he can make you laugh with a simple eyebrow waggle. (Modern Julian would 100% make that fuckass Roblox man face, and it's funny every time.)
He'd also choose his liver. It's his favorite organ.
If you asked him to choose what part of yours is his favorite, he'd start with something cheesy like, "You devil! Forcing me to make an impossible decision—is this a new form of torture?"
After some flirting and you begging him to take it seriously, he'll eventually choose your hands.
They're surprisingly expressive. He's noticed how your fingertips blanch as they press against the page of an especially thrilling book, how you fidget with them a bit more when you're speaking with the Countess, and how they fly around in the air in frustration when you've returned from the bazaar and not a single shop had the ingredient you were looking for. They hold so many insights into how you're feeling.
They're also very comforting to him. Whether you're massaging in between his shoulder blades as he's hunched over his desk, or habitually laying your hand on his chest as you chat idly with him, it reminds him of how much you love him and makes him feel wanted.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically.)
He loves messy sex and feeling dirty, so he and cum are homies.
Pulling out and watching his cum spill out of you as it pools on his abdomen drives him fucking insane.
He gratefully drinks you up, swallowing anything you offer him with a smile.
He groans as you cum/squirt on his face, licking it off his lips as it drips down onto his chest.
He's throwing a Cum Party and you're invited! Yay!
D = Dirty secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.)
He hasn't stopped thinking about the whole wound-pressing situation. When you first left the garden, the memory would pop into his mind every now and then. As time went on, it started occupying more and more of his thoughts until it became something he actively yearned to revisit.
He isn't sure exactly how to bring it up to you. Sure, you're the one who pressed it in the first place, but... is it weird to ask you to do it again? What if he wants you to push even harder, even deeper, digging past his epidermis?
He's decided that he'll ask you one day, but he'll leave the "how" and "when" up to fate. Thinking about it too much now makes him spiral.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He's had a few partners in the past. There's been a lot of fucking around, and a lot of finding out.
While he's very experienced with—and quite good at—sex, he has a hard time accepting affection from you.
F = Favorite position (This goes without saying.)
Submissive Julian favors being ridden. He can see all of you in your glory, head lowered as you sigh in pleasure. You're so close, yet so far away. His chest flutters when you whimper as he slightly angles himself to fill you better. It's also the most relaxing and healing position for him. He can give up all control to you, allowing himself to just feel good.
Dominant Julian favors missionary. It's simple, but it's perfect. He can see up close how your eyebrows furrow when he hits the right spot. He chuckles as he watches you shy away and gently guides your face back to his. He has direct access to kiss your neck and whisper in your ear as he sinks into you. He'll lower his head so that your moans pierce his eardrums (and he loooves it).
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc.)
He's the poster child for people who ruin the moment. (/j)
He's a romantic, but that doesn't mean he can't be a fool at the same time. He can multitask.
Sex is weird! Sometimes your throat makes a gurgling sound, you choke on spit, or you suddenly have to pee, and you need to take a quick time out. He's the first one to laugh about it, and it never feels awkward with him.
There have been times when he started laughing way too hard at a face you made, or made a joke that made you both pause to giggle before resuming.
Sometimes he'll tease you by imitating your moans or gasps.
You both will randomly make unrelated statements. It doesn't stop your movements; it's just calm.
"I should get into knitting."
"Maybe, but last time you got too frustrated and gave up."
"True."
All of these moments, even if they're small, bring you closer and make you both feel so safe and comfortable with each other. Why take life so seriously?
H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)
His chest and stomach hair are light enough that they don't require any grooming. His happy trail requires a bit more grooming, but it doesn't get out of control very often.
He trims his pubic hair into a wide diamond shape that tapers into his happy trail. The length would be like... if you put a 3.5 or 4 length guard on some clippers.
Curly bush! Delicious!
And yes, the carpet matches the drapes. :3
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)
Even when he's being stupid or making a random comment in the middle of sex, you never doubt for a second that he's paying attention to you. It's just his way of showing how comfortable he is with you.
J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon.)
Masturbates, on average, once a day. He'll refrain from it if you've talked about having sex later that day. He doesn't want to spoil the fun!
Quiet, uneven breaths. Very stealthy. He usually just uses his hand, unless he's especially horny.
If it's a Needy Julian kind of day, he'll use a dildo and/or a sounding rod on himself. He might get a little louder, whimpering every so often.
You've accidentally walked in on him before. You were reading in the bedroom and came out to get a drink. He heard your footsteps and tried to hide himself as quickly as possible, looking back at you from his spot on the couch. He was very awkward and a little sweaty, but it was a hot day, so you didn't notice anything particularly strange. Even when you got your drink and left, he was too embarrassed to continue after that.
Since then, he tries to masturbate only when you're already asleep. If he needs to do it in the middle of the day, he'll go to a closet or the washroom.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks.)
Masochism is a freebie.
Cum-play. Facials, using cum as lube, felching, etc. Anything cum related, he's a fiend for it.
Blood. He thinks it looks so sexy when his/your blood is on your/his lips, or your hands, or anywhere, really. (This includes menstrual blood, if you have periods!) It feels like he's as close to you as he possibly can be, your bodies becoming one.
Edging, especially when he's on his knees and his arms are tied behind his back. It turns him into a sniffling, whimpering mess! :D
Edge-play. He loves feeling the jolt of initial panic as you skim a blade over his stomach, the shiver that runs down his spine when you cup him with icy hands, the restriction of his airflow and how it tunnels his vision.
Sweat/drool/tears. It's just hot.
Spit in his mouth, please!
Worship. He enjoys receiving, but he much prefers giving.
Roleplay. Especially doctor-patient roleplay. He knows it's silly, and he does not care.
Humiliation. He loves doing the most embarrassing shit just to get you off. Jerking off in front of you while mumbling about how badly he needs you, barking or meowing for you, licking his own cum off your chest, the works. He's working so hard for you, and he takes his payment in praise!
Pretty much all of these go both ways. Giving and receiving are all great for him.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do.)
This is Ilya "Julian" Danger Devorak we're talking about, baby. He's down for sex anytime, anywhere.
Favorites are:
The forbidden garden. It's one hell of a throwback, and it's absolutely gorgeous. He loves to role-play as if it were the first time you both came here.
Random alleys at night. Exhilarating, and you can hide in the shadows if needed.
If you're both out at sea and there's literally nobody around, just fuck on the deck. It feels like you're the only people in the world.
The Magic General Store guest room. One of the most relaxing/comfortable locations, with familiar scents and soft cushioning. Of course, you both wait for Asra and Faust to leave before getting it on.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going.)
What doesn't?
His main turn-ons are:
Playing with his hair.
Your voice after just waking up.
Genuinely listening to any of his stories or rants.
Teasing him, or your reaction to being teased.
Your expression whenever you're focused.
Placing your hands on any part of his body for more than two seconds.
N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs.)
Angry sex. It makes him feel gross and used. He'd much rather talk things out with you before having sex.
He doesn't feel comfortable with degrading you. Any sort of degrading comment towards him will also be met with discomfort, and he'll promptly end the encounter.
He's made extremely uncomfortable by dub-con. He enjoys a game of cat and mouse, but once it crosses the line of "fun banter" to "possible coercion," he's out. He's a freak, but he doesn't want to feel like he's being a creep or overstepping.
If you tease him by attempting to make him jealous, all it does is make him feel ill. He already doesn't feel worthy of you. You saying, "Asra's probably a better lay than you," won't get him to prove you wrong. He'll just say a flamboyant quip to deflect, and then he'll disengage.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Prefers giving, but loves receiving as well.
He's very good at what he does. His main goal in sex with you is to make sure you feel absolutely incredible, so he listens to your vocal cues, watches what makes you squirm or move away, and adapts from there.
Expect a mess. He gives sloppy head, and there will be saliva everywhere.
Groans loudly against you whenever you moan.
When you give him head, he stays surprisingly quiet. His head tilts back, and his mouth slacks open to release his heavy sighs. He laces his fingers into your hair as your head dips past his pelvis and reemerges.
He's louder giving head than he is receiving. That's how you know he does it for the love of the game.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)
When he's subbing, he'll do whatever you tell him to. Most of the time, he's bound while you're riding or fucking him, so he doesn't get many opportunities for movement. He'll try his best to rock his hips against you so he can fuck you/get fucked deeper.
When he's domming, he starts off fucking you slow and deep. He drags his hands over your body, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your chest and neck. When you've become a begging, pleading mess, he'll slowly start speeding up, fucking you harder and stimulating your genitals as you near your peak. He whispers praise into your ear in between sloppy kisses.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He likes them a lot. They're a fun, spontaneous way to blow off steam and connect with you.
You'd do quickies 2-3 times a week, maybe less.
They happen most in domestic moments, and the intention usually isn't to initiate sex. It just... kind of happens.
He'll wrap his arms around your waist from behind as you're cooking (Because Gods know he can't cook for shit), and you'll turn towards him for a moment to kiss him. Five minutes later, he's got you bent over the counter.
You'll look over his shoulder, asking him about the book he's reading. He's explaining the plot, and you can't seem to focus on his words, for the life of you. Your eyes keep being drawn to his hands and forearms as he's gesturing, the way his lip curls into a sneer as he complains about a particularly annoying plot device, and you interrupt him to say that the book can wait.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.)
He's down to try literally anything. It's almost alarming.
"I was wondering if we could—"
"Yes. :)"
"I didn't even finish?"
More times than you can count, he'll come home from the Rusty Raven saying something like, "I overheard someone talking about a Standing 69? It's genius!—"
"How is that even possible?"
"I have no clue... But there's only one way to find out. ;)"
Even if the suggestion ends up being a terrible idea, he thinks it was fun to experiment, and now you both know a little more about what the other enjoys.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
He can only handle one round, but he can last up to 30 minutes. Lasts longer if he's being edged, of course.
He gets very oversensitive after his first orgasm, and it breaks his ability to orgasm again. He might get to half-mast, if he really tried? But he still wouldn't be able to cum.
His recuperation period depends on whether he's subbing or domming.
Subbing is extremely physically taxing and exhausting for him. As much as he loves it, by the end of it, he feels like he got hit by a truck. He needs to eat something, take a nice bath, and sleep it off before he can even think about doing it over again.
Domming is easier for him, so he could probably get back to it in an hour. Though on particularly fiendish nights, he's gotten hard 10 minutes after an orgasm.
T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? With a partner or by themselves?)
Juuulie. /ref
He owns a lot of toys for both of you! How generous!
When he's on his own, he doesn't use sex toys very often unless he's extremely needy. Solo toys of choice are: a sounding rod and a dildo.
With you, the sex toy collection gets put to good use! Soft rope, cuffs, chastity cages, clamps, paddles, blindfolds, gags, dildos, beads, strap-ons—what doesn't he own?
If he's feeling subby, he prefers to start off gagged, sounded, and caged. Everything else you use on him is a bonus!
On a Dominant Julian day, he likes to start off by blindfolding and binding you.
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease or be teased.)
He loves it when you tease him.
Whisper something dirty to him in public, run your hands over his ass after a hug, edge him, tell him he can't touch you during sex. He will eat it up and then beg for more.
Of course, it's only fair you be teased back.
He'll lean in for a kiss, only close enough to graze your lips or down your neck, before pulling back. Another go-to is him randomly bringing up the memory of a past experience, "The way you looked in that get-up... They've fought wars over less, my love."
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Whiny, whiny, whiny. It doesn't matter if he's subbing or domming.
He isn't very loud. If you pulled out a school volume scale, he'd be at a 2 or a 3.
If something hits especially right, he'll let out a long, breathy moan before going right back to it.
He doesn't dirty-talk much, unless you prompt him.
"Tell me how it feels, Ilya."
"S—so good... Gods—Please, darling, don't stop."
As he gets closer, his whines become more staccato and he starts to ramble and beg aimlessly, before he lets out a long, guttural moan.
When he's coming down from an orgasm, it's mostly heavy exhales and some quiet whimpers.
W = Wild card (A random headcanon for the character.)
Sleeping hcs!!!
Sleeping next to him is a fucking nightmare. He tosses and turns constantly, and the number of times he's just about pushed you out of bed is uncountable.
The number of times he's successfully pushed you out of bed is countable. Five times. And it will continue to ramp up as time goes on.
His snoring isn't much of a nuisance. It's loud enough to notice, but quiet enough that it doesn't startle you out of sleep or bother you. He's kind of like your personal white noise machine.
He runs very cold, and he sleeps in a light top and bottoms because of it. His feet and hands will inevitably bump against you, and it will suck every time. But he's so cute, you can't be mad at him! :)
X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes.)
Has light chest hair in an acuminate pattern.
Base: #F3DCD0. Tip: #E2BFBA. Yeah.
17cm. Tall twinks always seem to be hung, and he is no exception.
Average thickness with a very faint upwards curve.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
While he's completely content with just spending time with you, he's almost always ready to go at the touch of his thigh.
Genuinely. If you lay your hand on his lap, there's a 70% chance he's getting hard.
On average, 2-3 quickies a week, and two full-on-fuck-events every 1-2 weeks.
(I say "event" because busting out the whips and chains takes a lot of effort, lol.)
Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards.)
For a quickie, it takes him his usual 1-2 hours of tossing and turning before he finally falls asleep.
If it's a Whole Event, he falls asleep a lot quicker than usual. It still takes him about 30-45 minutes for him to start drifting off.
Like always, when he falls asleep, he sleeps Hard. No amount of pushing or shaking will wake him up.
A/N: Feel free to request prompts for anything you'd like to see/give constructive criticism!
Can't believe nix hydra got me hooked on another tall self-sacrificing broody stubborn idiot with a red & black colour scheme and eyepatch (despite neither losing their eye), who's known for getting drunk & flirting in shady taverns but also for desperately trying to drive MC away to keep them safe, who is separated from MC during, what is more or less, the apocalypse for a long period of time and somehow becomes even angstier due to trauma and the fact that he's slowly turning into a "monster"
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CW: (Magical) Toys, a collar, edging, lingerie, and excessive use of italics
It started with an innocuous statement.
“I would like to see it,” Andrico had said.
Julian removed one of his boots and began his struggle with the other. He had just gotten home from rehearsal at the theater. It was a good night, they had made great progress, but he was tired. He could see himself sleeping for at least six hours for once.
“It won’t be too long now,” he said. “The director thinks we only need another month or so before we can premiere the play-”
“Do I have to wait?”
“To see the play?”
“No, to see you in heels.”
He had said it casually, oh so casually. Julian suddenly found his mouth a little drier than before.
“Well, uh, well I don’t have any here-”
“I can get a pair.”
Julian felt the heat creeping up his neck. “Oh, oh okay.”
The conversation had ended there and they went to bed. Andrico did not bring it back up in the morning or the next day or even the day after that. It soon seemed that seeing Julian in heels was a passing fancy, something pleasant but not worth pursuing. Julian eventually forgot it was even mentioned in time. His days were soon consumed with work, rehearsals, and the eventual play.
So his surprise was genuine when after a fortnight he walked into the bedroom to find his ‘gifts’. There was not only a pair of black pumps, but a matching lingerie set, stockings, and a collar with a tag that read ‘Drico’s baby’ laying on their bed. What was slightly less surprising was the butt plug and the note resting to the side. Andrico would not be Andrico if he didn’t add a little game. Julian walked over to the bed and picked up the note, scanning it quickly. It seemed he was to do nothing but get ready, do some things around the house, and look pretty in his new gifts. He hummed thoughtfully. That seemed simple enough. Had Andrico lost his touch?
It had taken all but an hour for Julian to realize that no, Andrico had not lost his touch. He clawed at the counter, desperately trying to find purchase lest his buckling knees send him crashing to the ground. In hindsight he should have seen this coming. There was no way that it would be simple. Doing some things around the house? Easy. Doing some things around the house with a magical vibrating butt plug inside you that went off at random? Not so much. It was a pleasant surprise at first, a little thrill to break apart the monotony of washing dishes. But as time progressed the bursts got longer and more intense, all leading up to this. Julian panted against the marble surface. He wasn’t going to make it. He was going to die in precum soaked skivvies. No one would come to his funeral if they found out.
“Juju,” Andrico’s concern-tinged voice rang from the living room. “Are you alright?”
Thankfully, thankfully the vibrations stopped and Julian groaned in both loss and relief.
“Never better.”
“What color are we?”
Julian did not hesitate. “Green.”
His voice sounded rough to his own ears but he doubted his lover minded. Andrico preferred to see and hear all the ways that he wrecked him. Collecting himself, Julian made to stand straight. His knees were no longer in danger of giving out but he could little to stop the tremors in his hands as he picked up the other man’s drink. Ah, well. Here’s to hoping he didn’t spill it.
The walk back to the living room was blissfully uneventful. It seemed that Andrico was done tormenting him for the time being. He still made sure to move as quickly as his heels would allow to the armchair lest Andrico change his mind.
“Thank you mon amour,” his lover said as he took the glass.
Andrico took a long sip of his drink, humming satisfaction at the taste. He then turned his eyes back to him. Julian knew that he must of looked a sight. He was flushed down to his chest and his panties left nothing to the imagination. An indulgent look crossed his lover’s face. He leaned back languidly and patted his lap.
“You look tired, love. Come take a seat.”
Julian all but jumped at the chance. Finally. Desire buzzed along his skin as he straddled Andrico and tried to close the space between them. The little cloth that covered him was constricting and Andrico was far too covered. A large, warm hand caressed his thigh.
“Are you having fun Juju?” Andrico asked as he leaned in and peppered kisses along his jaw.
“Please,” Julian begged. “I need more.”
Andrico raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
He felt Andrico’s hand move and the vibrating began again. Julian nearly shouted as he gripped the other man’s shoulders tightly.
“Please,” he begged again. “Please, please, please.”
He could feel his lover smile against his throat. The vibrations intensified and Julian swore he saw stars. His hips began to move at a frantic pace searching for something, anything to ease the desire threatening to consume him.
Andrico seemed nonplussed, kissing and touching him like they had all the time in the world. It was maddening.
“Papi please,”
Andrico’s fingers danced across his chest, tweaking a nipple as he went along. “Hm?”
“I need more Papi,” Julian practically sobbed.
The vibrations intensified further.
“Ack, no! I want more of you!”
“More of me,” Andrico laughed. “But darling I am right here.”
Strong hands rested on his waist as he leaned back and canted his hips fruitlessly.
“No, no I want- I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me!” he pleaded. “I want your hard cock inside me. I need it Papi. Please give it to me! Please, please, please-”
As soon as they started the vibrations stopped. Julian leaned back forward but did not stop the movement of his hips. Andrico’s hand teased the edge of his underwear.
“You beg so pretty mon amour. Do you truly want me so badly?”
His love’s hand moved underneath his underwear, teasing the skin of his hip. He keened.
“Yes! Gods above yes!”
He felt as the wandering hand moved further back to his ass. It squeezed a butt cheek firmly before Julian felt fingers find the end of the plug. Slowly, ever so slowly it was pulled out of him and leaving him acutely aware of the loss. He did not feel empty for long however, as one of the fingers teased his hole. Andrico murmured his approval against his throat.
Julian did not see when Andrico slicked up his fingers but it mattered little as the first sank into him easily. Groaning, he buried his face into the other man’s neck. He felt the impatient buzzing of lust coiling in his gut but did not complain. While he felt that the butt plug had stretched him enough, Andrico would always ensure that he was fully prepared.
The second finger slid in. Julian’s breathing became heavier as they began to scissor.
“Please,” he panted. “Please.”
“You’re almost there my love,” Andrico murmured soothingly. “Just one more okay?”
Julian whined but let Andrico work him open. It felt like an eternity of scissoring and the occasional mind numbing sensation of his prostate being prodded. He almost wept at feeling the stretch of a third finger. Fingers stopped their work at the sound of an almost pained whimper.
“What color are we?”
“Please fuck me Papi. Please.”
“Fuck me isn’t a color,” he teased. "Now, what color are we?"
Julian swallowed thickly. “Green.”
“That’s my good boy.”
Andrico’s fingers began to pump once more. Desperate for friction, his hips began to roll in time. He began to think that maybe, maybe he would reach satisfaction. He was worked up enough to do it. But it was not before long he was left empty again and this time he did not stop a few tears from escaping. Full lips kissed them away, whispering ‘patience’ against his skin. The hand that was resting on his waist snaked between them and slid into Andrico's trousers while the other fumbled behind him, searching. Andrico made a triumphant sound as he pulled out the mystery bottle of oil and poured a generous portion in his hand.
It was not long before his lover pushed his panties to the side as far as he could and pressed the slick head of his cock against him.
“Patience,” Andrico repeated.
They both moaned as the head breached him. Julian wanted nothing more than to sink down but a firm hand on his hip kept him steady. And so slowly they went, millimeter by millimeter, inch by inch, with him feeling every ridge and bump of a piercing. After an eon Julian was fully seated, each neuron firing in pleasure. His eyes fluttered shut.
“Julian, are you o-”
“I am not going to last,” he interrupted.
A thumb rubbed soothing circles on his hip. “That’s okay mon amour. You can come. Take your pleasure.”
Julian needed no further prompting.
He began slow, making sure he adjusted properly to his lover’s length. He reveled in the feeling of Andrico's hands on him and the sweet nothings pressed against his skin. But soon it was not enough. He wanted, no he needed more. Soon his hips began to move urgently, chasing the pleasure so graciously offered. Andrico gripped him tightly. The room was quickly filled with the sounds of moaned out praises and skin slapping skin.
"You are so good," Andrico said breathlessly as he palmed Julian's trapped cock. "You are so good for me."
Julian choked out a sob as he rode him harder.
"You are so good and you are so pretty," Andrico continued. "What did I do to deserve you hm? You are the loveliest man I have every seen.. You wondrous thing."
He felt tears prick his eyes once more. Only Andrico, this mischievous yet darling man would get romantic while getting ridden like a bull. He stifled another sob.
Kisses were pressed against his sternum as a skillful hand worked him through the cloth. The other hand found his jaw and angled his head down, bringing him face to face with his love.
"There you are," Andrico whispered.
Julian found it hard to look at him. Andrico's face was full of naked adoration. Brown eyes drank him in like he hung the moon and crafted the stars. Like he was the only thing that mattered in the entire world. He looked at him like he loved him.
It was all too much.
"Andrico!"
His voice bounced off the walls as he screamed in release. Everything coalesced into a single point and nothing else mattered but them in that moment. He was drowning, he was flying. Julian hardly registered Andrico following him over the edge shortly after, the sudden rush of warmth his only indication.
There was a buzzing in Julian's limbs. He slumped bonelessly against a heaving chest, mind blissfully blank. He rested against his lover's chest for time everlasting, listening as the other man steadied his breathing. Andrico chuckled.
"Well, that was something."
Julian nodded in agreement, or at least he thought he did. A kiss was placed lovingly on his forehead.
"Do you think you can walk?"
If Julian had the presence of mind he would have snorted. He wasn't quite sure if his soul had returned from whatever plane it had run off to.
Andrico, bless him, figured that his love had yet to return to reality and asked no further questions. He simply wrapped his arms around his thighs.
"Well, luckily I brought the aftercare kit downstairs. Up we go-"
Andrico only stumbled slightly as he lifted them both off the chair.
"Shit Juju, I've been feeding you well, haven't I? You've gotten heavy! Really glad I brought everything downstairs now…"
Julian hummed as he was carried and gently placed on the sofa. Andrico started to shuffle next to him, taking stock of the things he brought with him.
"Ah shit," he muttered. "Mon amour, I forgot the water. Do you mind if I-"
A snore startled him out of his monologue. After a quick evaluation of the man on the sofa, Andrico snorted.
Julian Devorak really be out here changing everyone's type to touch starved, submissive, himbos huh?
Babe my type's being touch starved, submissive himbos for a good while now Julian however specified it to touch starved submissive himbos who happen to be goth plague doctor pirates
Julian holding his first born, crying, a happy mess
He never thought he'd have a future, until surviving the hanging.
He didn't think he deserved affection/love/commitment.
He thought he wasn't good enough, or too dangerous for apprentice, despite apprentice's protests.
And suddenly, in his arms, the physical, living, breathing proof of the love he has for apprentice, and the love apprentice has for him. Squishy squirming evidence that he does, in fact, have a future.
All the emotions, in a few moments, and what starts as single tears start to flow as steadily as a stream.
