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wiltingdecay · 2 years

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need you now, and cannot wait

Word count: 6.4k

Pairing: Rowan Aisling x Julian Devorak

Rating: Explicit (minors DNI)

Synopsis: Julian missed Rowan during his long, hard day at work. They intend to make that up to him, in every way they can think of.

Tags/warnings: soft dom rowan, sub julian, dirty talk, teasing, edging, praise kink, body worship, biting/hickeys, hand jobs, dick riding, nipple play, clit play, creampie, gratuitous pet-names, rowan and julian being sickeningly in love

A/N: i did not mean for this to get so long. what the fuck. also this is the first ever smut fic i have ever completed so uh bear that in mind while reading lmao

Lying across the bed on their stomach, Rowan lifts their head from the book they’ve been engrossed in for the past half an hour and smiles at the sound of keys in the door downstairs. Seems that Julian’s home a little early today. Ears perked up, they listen as he lets himself in, locks the door back up, calls out a slightly breathless “Darling! I’m home!” and plonks himself in the ancient armchair in the corner of the shop to tug his boots off before ascending the staircase to the apartment. His footsteps are quick, and from the sounds of it he’s taking the stairs three at a time - Rowan’s smile widens, and they giggle quietly into their book. Someone’s eager.

“I’m in here!” They call out to him, and there’s an almost immediate rustling of fabric as he shucks his coat and tosses it on the coat-stand before quickly crossing the floor towards their shared sleeping area tucked into the corner of the apartment, surrounded by a heavy curtain to keep it separated from the rest of the room. Julian pushes the curtain aside, a broad smile on his face that almost doubles in size as soon as his eyes land upon Rowan’s form sprawled across their bed. He wastes no time in removing first his eyepatch, then his gloves, tossing them carelessly onto the bedside table as he lays down beside Rowan, sinking into the mattress with a soft groan of relief. Rowan smiles at him, letting out a surprised yelp of sudden laughter as Julian reaches for them, winding an arm around their waist and pulling them flush to his chest.

"Hey, Jewel," they giggle, sliding their hands into his hair when they return the embrace and planting a kiss on the tip of his nose. Julian hugs them even tighter in response, tilting his head up to capture their lips with his. Rowan indulges him for a few moments, eyes sliding shut as they return his kiss, but soon pull back a few inches, wrinkling their nose playfully when he audibly whines in protest.

"Missed me?" They ask him teasingly, running their fingers through his curls.

Deprived as he is of their lips, Julian consoles himself by instead kissing along the sensitive skin of Rowan's jaw down to their neck, exposed as it is in the loose, low-cut shirt they're wearing. "Oh, you have no idea," he replies between kisses, glancing up at them with a practically lovesick look in his beautifully mismatched eyes. "You've been on my mind all day, darling. It's been driving me wild."

The caress of his lips grows more heated, and Rowan hums his approval, hand curling tightly in the shorter, softer locks at the nape of Julian's neck.

“Mm, Jewel,” he murmurs, lips brushing against Julian's temple.“As cute as you’re being right now, I do still feel inclined to point out that we saw each other this morning. About... seven hours ago, I’d guess?”

Julian makes a little “hmph!” sound against Rowan’s neck, shaking his head. “And it was the longest seven hours of my life!” He protests, rolling onto his back and dramatically raising the back of his hand to his forehead. “Oh, my love, it’s been torturous. I’ve been counting down the minutes until I could come home to you.”

Rowan chuckles at his theatrics, pushing themself up into a seating position against their pillows before tugging Julian back over and resting his head in their lap. He tilts his head back to look up at them, an adorably silly grin plastered onto his face.

"And here you are," Rowan murmurs tenderly, brushing some errant curls away from Julian's forehead. "Home to me. Did you have a rough day, petal? Wanna talk about it?"

"Ah, no, it was fine, really," Julian shakes his head. "A bit boring, if anything. I can't really complain; my last appointment cancelled, so at least I got to come home early." He shrugs listlessly, looking up at Rowan with an almost sheepish grin. "I suppose I just missed my little firecracker, that's all. Things would have been a lot more, ah, fun if you were there, that's for sure."

He reaches for Rowan's hand, playing with their fingers absent-mindedly. "But enough about me. How was your day, darling? Any interesting customers?"

"Eh." Rowan shrugs. "Slow day today. It was mostly just the regulars. Mrs Pendragon came round for her mugwort and mandrake root, Selasi and Imani stopped by for their love reading - Oh, and Muriel popped in for a while, which was lovely, I feel like I haven't seen him in ages..."

Idle chit-chat about their respective work-days soon ebbs into a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional silly joke or out-loud thought. At one point, Rowan slides a little further down the bed until he's lying on his back, and Julian cuddles into his side almost immediately, arms around his waist and face pressed to the side of his neck. Rowan smiles warmly at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and brushing his hair away from Julian's face; he'd gotten out of the bath not long ago, and his curls are still loose and wet.

"Mind I don't drip on your face," he chuckles.

Julian lifts his head from Rowan's neck just enough to waggle his eyebrows suggestively. "Well, that doesn't sound so bad to me, gorgeous," he jokes, before pressing his face against Rowan's skin again and breathing in deeply. "Besides, it'd be worth it. You smell divine today. Is that a new soap?"

"Yeah, it's from that care package Nadi got me the other day," Rowan replies. "Rose and chamomile and lavender and some other stuff. Maybe I'll wash you with it later, hmm?"

Julian grins. "Sounds delightful." He nuzzles Rowan's neck, lips brushing against his warm skin, the caresses gradually increasing in passion and intensity until he's back to pressing wet, heated, open-mouthed kisses to every inch of skin he can reach.

"Mm..." he purrs, holding Rowan just that little bit tighter to himself and nipping at their throat just hard enough to tease. "You taste divine, too."

Rowan bites their lip, groaning low in their throat as they feel warmth pool both in their cheeks and between their thighs. Damn him, and that accursed ability of his to get them all riled up so easily. Well, two can play at that game. They turn onto their side, hooking a leg over one of Julian's slender hips and cupping his face with both hands, pressing their body flush to his and leaving scarcely a hair's breadth between their faces.

"Well then," they speak lowly, almost threateningly. "Maybe you should have a proper taste."

They kiss him bruisingly hard, their tongue pushing against his and their teeth grazing his lower lip, and he moans his appreciation, clutching them so tightly to his chest that they can feel his heart pounding against theirs and returning the kiss with equal force.

"So this is what you meant when you said you were missing me all day?" Rowan gasps between kisses, hissing pleasurably when Julian starts to impatiently grind his hips into theirs; oh, how cute. They've barely done anything to him and he's already getting hard. "You were wanting me while you were supposed to be working? Having dirty thoughts about me between appointments?"

Julian only whines in response, rolling on his back to pull Rowan fully on top of him and sucking a hickey onto the hollow of their throat, making them gasp and arch against him.

"H-hah..." Julian laughs despite himself, grinning up at them. "You're one to talk, firecracker. You're the one who had me bent over the counter downstairs last week."

"You said it would have been more fun if I were there," they continue, voice ragged as they push their hips into his. "What kind of fun, huh, Jewel? Were you thinking about me kneeling under your desk and sucking you off? Or maybe you'd have preferred me being bent over it instead, and taking your cock from behind?" They laugh at the absolutely tortured sound this pulls out of him. "Highly unprofessional, you know."

Rowan returns the grin, carding their fingers through his hair. "Well yeah, but that was after hours, baby. Doesn't count."

"Oh, naturally. Of course not." Julian winds his arms around Rowan's waist again, hugging them warmly and softly kissing the mark he'd left on their neck. "Perhaps I'll admit to having an impure thought or ten. It's hard not to when you're on my mind, gorgeous." Rowan chuckles at that, and Julian presses on. "I know it's ridiculous to say I missed you after only a few hours, but it's true. Honestly, Rowan, it really has just been one of those days where I can't stop thinking about you. Holding you, kissing you, showing you how much I love you in every way I know how." His eyes crinkle happily at the corners as he plants a kiss on Rowan's chest, right above their heart. "I'd love to do all that and more now, if you're up for it. Anything you desire, sweetheart."

A soft smile tugs at the corners of Rowan's mouth, and he leans down to kiss Julian's cheek. "Hmm, maybe later, lovely," he replies, resting his forehead against Julian's and affectionately rubbing the tip of his nose with his own. "But I feel bad that I left you missing me all day, poor baby. I ought to make it up to you for that, don't ya think?" He pauses briefly, smile turning into a smirk. "Besides, you're the one whose hard-on is digging into my thigh. Should probably sort that out first before we worry about me."

Julian's cheeks flush a beautiful red, but the look in his stormy eyes shows he's more than amenable to the suggestion of getting him off. He nods, his hands almost timid now as they slowly trace along Rowan's curves. "As you wish, my love," he says, slightly breathless. "Did you, ah, have anything in particular in mind?"

The smile Rowan gives him is devilish, one of his eyebrows arching. "Oh, I might have an idea or two." He turns his body sideways until he's lying horizontally across Julian's lap, leaning over the edge of the bed to rummage around in their bedside table. His loose, flowy shirt slides a few inches up his back, and this combined with his position leaves Julian with a rather exquisite view of his rear end, clad in only the pair of tiny, silky black shorts he'd changed into after his bath. Julian bites his lip around an appreciative groan at the sight, unable to resist cupping one of the soft, rounded cheeks in his hand and giving it a firm squeeze. Rowan responds by arching his back, pushing his ass up even higher.

Really, how Julian is keeping himself from abandoning his own pleasure and begging Rowan to sit on his face right now, he has no idea.

"Have I ever told you," he purrs, "that you have the most perfect ass?"

"Mm," Rowan murmurs their assent, coyly glancing at him over their shoulder with an amused smirk. "Pretty sure you brought it up roughly three minutes after breaking into my house."

Well, that certainly does sound like him. "The first time or the second time?"

"Yes."

Julian snorts with laughter just as Rowan sits back up on the bed, holding up what they've produced for his inspection. A red-glass bottle, one he knows to be full of the vanilla and orange-scented oil that they use; sometimes as massage oil, sometimes as lubricant for... less innocent activities, and usually both in the one go.

"Oh..." Julian's eyelids droop, and he feels a flush creep up his neck at the thought of everything they could be planning on doing to him. "I like the way you think, darling." He takes his lower lip between his teeth, looking Rowan up and down and back to the bottle in their hand again. "What do you need me to do?"

"Hmm..." Rowan considers him for a moment, unabashedly enjoying the sight of him blushing and trembling in anticipation, their lips curled into a coquettish little smile. "Strip for me?" They suggest gently.

Julian's all too eager to comply. His hands immediately fly to undo the last few buttons on his shirt, almost pulling them off in his haste, and he pushes the loose white linen off of his shoulders.

Rowan drinks in the sight of his naked torso, eyes almost as heavily lidded as Julian's own. "Gods, Julian, you're so fucking hot," he breathes, voice steeped in hunger. "Keep going. I wanna see all of you."

Julian nods, rapidly, more than happy to get rid of his trousers considering how tight they've become, and quickly casts the rest of his clothes aside until he's naked and knelt on the bed, skin rosy-pink from his ears to his chest. The sight of him, his gorgeous face looking at them so lovingly, his wonderful body trembling with the need to feel theirs, his thick cock made hard and aching just from a few of their words and touches... it makes Rowan grow warm all over, overwhelmed with affection for the man before them, and they temporarily put their obscene ideas on the back-burner to kneel in front of him and pull him into a tight embrace. Julian returns the hug in kind, burying his face in Rowan's shoulder.

"I love you so much, Ilya," they whisper into his ear, only holding him tighter when he trembles at the sound of that name in their mouth. "So much. Tell me exactly how you want me. I'll give you everything you need."

"I..." Rowan hears Julian swallow, but they say nothing, just continue holding him and giving him time to consider things. They know he's still not quite used to it, taking any kind of control in the bedroom, even if it's only to specify to his partner exactly what he wants them to do to him. But Rowan doesn't mind. They'll give him as much time as he needs to learn and let it truly sink in that he's allowed to be selfish with them. "Can you... take your clothes off as well, please?" He eventually requests, voice almost shy. "And just... hold me? I want to do whatever it is you have in mind, love, no matter what it is, but... I want to feel your skin against mine. I want to be as close to you as I possibly can be." He lifts his head from Rowan's shoulder, looking sheepish and more than a little nervous. "Is that... does that work? Is that alright?"

Rowan cups his cheeks and leans in to kiss him softly, slowly, sweetly. "It's more than alright, a rúnsearc," he tells him. "It's perfect. You just lie back and let me take it from here, OK? You don't have to do a thing except enjoy yourself."

Once Julian's comfortably settled himself back on the pillows, watching Rowan eagerly with hooded eyes, they start to strip down themself. They lift the hem of their shirt and pull it over their head, carelessly dropping it on the floor and looking over at Julian to see his reaction. His pupils are blown out, making his eyes look more black than grey, and he has to lick his lips before speaking.

"I'm never getting that shirt back, am I?"

Rowan throws their head back, laughing. "Nope."

Julian grins, shaking his head. "Thought not. It's just as well, anyway. It looks far better on you than it did on me. Though I think it might look best on the floor." He eyes Rowan's bare chest hungrily, licking his lips again. "Ah... are those the barbells I got you last week?"

"Yep," Rowan smiles, glad that he noticed. The piercings currently adorning their nipples are beautiful, delicate gold things, a sun on one side and a moon on the other. Julian had brought them home one day as a little surprise gift, and Rowan had been waiting for a good moment to model them for him. "You have good taste, Jewel. What do you think, hmm?"

They wager they can tell pretty easily what he thinks from the look in his eyes, but it's nice to hear him say it. He bites his lip with a low whine, then says shakily, "They're even better than I'd imagined." He catches Rowan's eye and smiles wryly. "And believe me, my dear, I spend quite a lot of time imagining you naked."

They aren't naked yet, though, and they see fit to amend that as quickly as possible. Once their shorts are off, Rowan picks the bottle of oil back up and pours a generous amount into their hand, thoroughly coating their palm and fingers in the thick, aromatic lubricant.

"I'm gonna lie behind you," they tell Julian, moving closer to him. "I'm gonna hold you against me, and I'm gonna stroke your cock. Does all that sound good, lovely? Is that something you want?"

Julian nods sharply, so fast his curls bounce. "Yes. Gods. Yes please, darling, that sounds wonderful. Perfect. Please."

Rowan laughs breathlessly, watching as Julian turns to lie on his side before lying down behind him, pressing their bare body flush against his. They wrap both their arms around his waist, hugging him close, pressing their face to the nape of his neck and relishing in his contented purrs as he pushes himself closer to their warmth.

"Love you, Ro," he tells them, sounding breathless even though they haven't touched his cock yet. "Love you so much."

Rowan smiles against his neck, resting their clean hand over his heart and reaching for his cock with their oil-slick one. It jumps and twitches against their palm, and they relish the strangled gasp they quite literally pull from Julian when they grasp it firmly at the base and slowly stroke up the shaft to the head.

"Love you too, Ilya," they murmur into his ear, taking the lobe between their teeth.

The pace Rowan sets starts off slow, stroking Julian steadily and languidly to match the way he bucks his hips against their fist - weakly, clearly not wanting things to end too soon despite his mounting need. Their free hand trails up to his chest, shamelessly groping his pecs and rubbing his sensitive nipples teasingly between their fingers.

Only when Rowan's fingers slip over the head of his cock for the umpteenth time and find precum beginning to leak from it do they increase their speed, using what he's giving them to slicken their hand and smooth their strokes even further. Julian whines his encouragement low in his throat, tilting his head back onto Rowan's shoulder and thrusting into their fist with more force.

"Yes, darling, yes, that's so good," he whimpers, urgent and needy, making Rowan's heart absolutely melt for him. "Please - ah, fuck - please, a little harder, rougher - squeeze a little tighter-"

Rowan gladly complies, biting down on the muscle just below Julian's ear and sucking hard as they narrow the tunnel of their fingers, gripping Julian's cock as tightly as they can while still being able to move their hand. They alternate between pumping at him steadily and paying special attention to his sensitive cockhead, rubbing the very tip with their thumb or grinding their palm against it, just to drive him that little bit wilder. Their other hand remains on his chest, scratching his skin lightly with their nails and tugging on his chest hair and pinching his sensitive nipples. They bite just hard enough to leave imprints of their teeth and suck hickeys into every inch of sensitive neck and shoulder they can reach. When the heat and pressure between their legs becomes too unbearable to ignore, they hook a leg over Julian's hip and start to grind against him.

They treat him to this exquisite torture for another minute or two, paying special attention to whatever movements draw the loudest moans from him, until the rhythm of his hips pounding into their fist starts to stutter, becoming more and more erratic, and the noises he makes start to devolve into whimpers and breathless panting between babbles of how good it feels, how much he loves them.

"I-I'm close, Ro," he tells them in a broken voice. "I'm so close, please-"

Ah, the beautiful words that Rowan had been waiting to hear.

Their stroke slows to a standstill, grip on him loosening to almost nothing. Julian whines low in his throat, tipping his head back onto their shoulder and squeezing his eyes shut against frustrated tears as he feels his orgasm withdraw. Rowan only chuckles, their nose bumping against his cheek as they kiss along his jaw.

"It's okay, acushla, I'm not teasing you," they reassure him, drawing a quiet whimper from him when they start to idly trace patterns on the tip of his twitching cock with the pad of their finger. "I just wanted to ask you how you want to cum. I can keep doing this, if you'd like..." Their voice drops a few octaves. "Or I could suck you off. Let you fuck my throat. Choke on your cock and swallow everything you have to give me."

Julian feels Rowan grin against his neck as they speak, the barest edges of their sharp teeth grazing the sensitive spot under his ear only adding fuel to the fire that their downright sinful words have lit inside him. He groans and arches back against them, lip caught between his teeth, his skin flushed red from his ears down to his chest. They giggle softly in response, kissing behind his ear and gently tugging the lobe between their teeth before continuing in a sensual whisper.

"Or I could put you on your back and straddle you. I know how much you like the view of me on top of you," they purr, smirking against his skin. "I could take you inside me. I could ride you as fast or as slow as you want. I'm so wet already, Jewel, you won't even have to finger me first. Gods, I'd fucking love to feel you fill me up..."

It takes a few moments for Julian's brain to catch up with his mouth, engrossed as it is with the feeling of Rowan's body against his back and their lips on his neck and their hand on his tits and their finger on his cock and the images their words have so beautifully conjured in his mind. Their weight in his lap, thighs hugging his hips, head thrown back and face contorted with pleasure as they ride him. His hands gripping their hips and shamelessly groping their ass as he moves his hips against them, meeting each thrust with his own, fucking up into them... He moans wantonly, slinging an arm back to tangle his fingers in their hair and hold them tight to him as he bucks his hips against their hand.

Rowan giggles almost playfully in response, his hand that's not on Julian's cock running lazily across his chest and playing with the hair growing there, arm tightening around Julian's waist. "I'm assuming that's a yes?" He murmurs teasingly into Julian's ear, soft lips brushing the shell of it with every word. "You wanna know how wet I got for you? You wanna feel how warm and soft I am when I slide up and down on your cock? You wanna make me cum? You wanna cum inside me?"

"Yes," Julian groans, his voice strained, his cock aching and leaking precum, his entire body singing Rowan's name and practically buzzing with lust and want and need for him. "God, yes. Please, darling, please ride me, please let me feel you, let me fuck you, let me give you pleasure, it's all I want, please, please, please..."

He hears Rowan humming happily under their breath as they tenderly press kisses to the notch of his jaw. "Hmm, you don't have to beg me for it, lovely," they tell him sweetly. "This is all for you, remember? I'll give you everything you want, I promise. You don't need to worry about a thing. Okay?"

Julian lets out a long, ragged sigh, feeling tears prickle underneath his closed eyelids again. But these aren't tears of frustration; they're tears of happiness, of the all-consuming contentment and love he feels welling up inside of him, from his head down to his feet. He has never had a love like this before, never had anything that even came close, and it still surprises him sometimes that he's finally found it. He still wonders, sometimes, what he ever did to deserve it. To deserve them.

But Rowan has never cared whether or not Julian's thought himself deserving of their affections. They have simply given them to him anyway, and left it up to him whether or not he will accept them.

He does, of course. He always does.

"Okay, darling."

He smiles broadly as Rowan presses one last kiss to the corner of his mouth before sitting upright, scooting backwards to make room before rolling Julian onto his back. He goes pliant, following their lead, tilting his head back against the pillows to appreciate the view as Rowan swings a leg over his thighs, straddling his hips, sitting down right in front of his cock. His hands reach for them, slowly caressing their thighs, hips and waist as they lean closer to him, running their hands up his chest. Julian manoeuvres himself upwards slightly until he's half-lying down and half-sitting up against the headboard, leaving mere inches of distance between Rowan's face and his own. They're grinning at him adoringly, adorably, all dimples and crooked eyeteeth, and Julian feels another burst of love blossom in his chest, this time mixed with pride; he can still remember times when Rowan would hide his mouth with his hand whenever he smiled in front of Julian, embarrassed of the way it looked, not wanting Julian to see any of his supposed imperfections.

As if his Rowan could ever possibly be anything less than perfect in his eyes.

"You're so beautiful, my love," Julian tells him, softly and sincerely, delighting in the delicate, rosy-pink flush that spreads across Rowan's freckled nose and cheeks at his words, the way his eyes flicker off to the side as if embarrassed. How cute it is, that they can both still fluster each other so much with just a few touches and sweet words, even after being together for all these months.

"So are you," Rowan murmurs in reply, his blush deepening beautifully. He leans closer still, brushing kisses against the arch of Julian's cheekbone and drawing a gasp from him when his lower lips brush against his cock. "I'm so happy you're mine, Jewel."

Julian's hands on Rowan's hips slide up his back, wrapping his arms around his waist to hold him close. "And I'm so happy I get to be yours," he whispers back. "I love you so much, Ruadhán. So much."

Rowan's hands come up to cradle Julian's face, stroking his skin with their thumbs. They smile at him, and Julian sees tears glinting in the corners of their lovely eyes right before they lean in to press their lips to his, softly, gently, the taste of one of their flowery teas lingering on their tongue. "I love you too, my Ilya." They barely pull away to say it, lips brushing against his as they speak. "I always will."

One of Rowan's hands moves away from Julian's cheek, sliding down his neck and past his collarbones, over his chest, grazing his stomach, fingers running through the hair on his abdomen, and down further still to firmly grasp his neglected cock, stiff and aching in the minimal space between them. Julian's gasp becomes a moan as Rowan gives it a few more languid pumps whilst he positions himself, moving up onto his knees and hovering over him, letting out a soft moan of his own when he start to rub Julian's tip against his clit and his shaft against his cunt, dragging it through his folds, covering him with his slick. He wasn't exaggerating earlier; he's absolutely soaked, just from touching Julian, from kissing him and rubbing against him and whispering filthy words in his ear, without having to receive anything in return.

Oh, how glad he is that they didn't end up finishing him with their hand. Getting to please them, to make them cum too, is a gift in and of itself.

Julian grasps Rowan's hips again, helping to guide them as they line Julian's cock up with their entrance, gasping softly as they slowly sink down on him. His eyes roll back in his head, groaning low in the back of his throat at the feel of them, how hot and soft they are... his fingertips dig into their skin, restraining himself from fucking up into them immediately, wanting to let them take him and adjust to him at their own pace.

For their part, Rowan's having the time of their life. They lower themself slowly, almost agonisingly so, until their ass is resting in Julian's lap and the whole hard, hot length of him is fully inside them. They tilt their head back with a blissed-out smile on their face, relishing the feeling of his girth stretching them out, the way they can feel him twitching with arousal... they let out a long, relieved sigh as they arch their back, sliding their hips forward just slightly at the same time, earning them a gasp from Julian and a tighter grip on their hips.

"E-everything alright, darling?" Julian asks them hoarsely once he's composed himself, his eyes heavy-lidded as he gazes up at them, lifting a hand up to brush some hair away from their cheek. "Do you need a minute? Or do you want me to finger you after all?"

Oh, he's such a sweetheart. Rowan can feel him trembling with need, know how much he must want to pull them close and kiss them deeply and thrust up into them until he spills, and yet he's still making their comfort and arousal his first priority.

It only makes them want to fuck him more.

"Gods, no, I'm perfect," they tell him with a smile, laughing breathily when he gasps and chokes on a moan as they gyrate their hips just slightly, just enough to tease. "You're perfect, Ilya. Fuck, I've never had a better cock than yours. It's like you were made for me."

"I was, fuck, yes, I was," he babbles, almost sobbing from equal parts desire and frustration. "You're perfect, Ro, you're so perfect...so tight and hot, I... I need you, Rowan, I need you now, please, can I-"

He's cut off by two of Rowan's fingers, pressing against his lips to hold them still. He silences himself immediately, mouth closing. Rowan smiles down at him, looking like they want nothing more than to eat him alive.

"Ah ah ah," they tut gently, shaking their head. "Open back up for me?"

Obedient as ever, Julian parts his lips once more, and Rowan takes the opportunity to slide the two fingers they'd used to shut him up into his open mouth. Julian moans appreciatively around the digits as he dutifully licks and sucks on them, tongue curling around them to draw them as deeply into his mouth as he can.

"Good boy, that's it," Rowan sighs huskily, lifting their other hand to softly pet Julian's curls, smiling wider when his eyes slide shut and he tilts his head into the caress. "Such a good boy for me, Ilya."

He pulls his fingers out with a soft, wet pop, but Julian reaches up to grab his hand before he can pull it away.

"Always," he says, voice raspy and steeped in barely restrained hunger. The way he looks into their eyes as he tenderly kisses their knuckles makes Rowan shiver and keen quietly, involuntarily clenching around him; he's gazing up at them as if they are an idol, and he a worshipper at their feet. "Always wanna be good for you."

Rowan's hand slides down from Julian's curls to cup his cheek, smiling when he nuzzles against their palm. Gods, they never thought they could love someone this much. It feels as though their heart could burst from it.

"I know you do, Jewel. I think you ought to be rewarded for that," they tell him, voice dripping with honey-like sweetness. "Don't you?"

Julian's arms fall limply to his sides, and he nods, rapidly, drawing out another breathy laugh from Rowan as he rests a hand on his chest, the other trailing down his own body to slowly rub his clit between the fingers that Julian had so generously coated in saliva.

Slowly, slowly, they lift themself back up off his cock until barely the tip remains inside them, then slide down again, sheathing him back inside their heat with a languid moan from both of them. They slide their hips forwards, backwards, up, and down, again and again, speeding up slightly each time until they're riding him with reckless abandon, the smacking sound of skin against skin filling the space between them.

Julian hadn't been told not to move, and he certainly intends to do so, but he forces himself to hold still and keep his hands fisted in the bedsheets by his sides for a few moments regardless, wanting to let Rowan set whatever pace they're comfortable with. He watches them in a love-drunk haze, his eyes nearly black with lust; their head thrown back, neck arching, mouth open in a seemingly never-ending stream of pants and moans; their small, pert tits just barely bouncing in his face, practically begging to be sucked on; the muscles in their abdomen and thighs flexing and their ass bouncing in his lap as they ride him steadily.

Glorious. Gorgeous. Julian will never take for granted how blessed he is that they chose to be his.

Rowan looks down at him, then, and their pierced lips curl into a grin even as their tongue runs salaciously over their sharp, crooked teeth, and their eyes, narrowed playfully, bear a wicked gleam (and if there's anything Julian loves, it's when they are wicked) that sends a shiver down his spine, making his hands grip the bedsheets so tightly his knuckles turn white.

"Touch me," they dare him, teasingly, practically taunting him, voice raspy and thoroughly debauched. "Touch me, Ilya. Take me, ravish me, fuck me, I know you want to-"

That was all the encouragement he needed. With a guttural, desperate groan he wraps his arms tightly around Rowan's back, pulling him in and holding him close, one hand gripping his hip and the other buried in his half-dried, sweet-smelling hair. His heels digging into the mattress beneath him, he starts to thrust up into them, matching the relentless pace Rowan had set, meeting every downward roll of their hips with an upwards snap of his own and adoring every whimper, every mewl, every sound of pleasure he draws from them; knowing that it means he's doing well, he's making them feel good and gaining his own pleasure from giving it.

Rowan clenches a fist in Julian's hair, tugging tightly in just the way he likes and dragging his mouth to theirs, their teeth sinking into his bottom lip, their tongue sliding against his, swallowing his ecstatic moan. When Rowan pulls back again for air, Julian ducks his head to kiss down their throat, along their pierced collarbone, and down to their breasts, laving his tongue across one of their nipples before drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it with a decadent moan that's almost as loud as Rowan's. They practically scream when he grazes his teeth against their tit and tugs on the barbell the way he knows they like, the rhythm of their hips grinding and snapping against his increasing in speed as well as the movement of their fingers on their clit.

Letting go of their nipple, he asks hoarsely; "Are you close, love?"

Rowan nods so fast that it makes their curls bounce, eyes rolled back in their head, face flushed a beautiful red, lip caught between teeth. Seeing his darling so debauched is almost enough to bring Julian to the edge himself. "Yes," they gasp, letting out a high-pitched mewl that would make them die of embarrassment in any other scenario as Julian's cock rubs against a particularly sensitive spot inside them thag makes them clench around him. "I'm almost there, Jewel, I'm so close, I just need a little more... a little harder, please-!"

They hardly need to ask him twice. Julian holds Rowan as close to him as he possibly can, unwilling to let even a sliver of space between their bodies as he thrusts up into their soft, wet heat at a relentless pace, meeting every movement of their hips, their skin slapping together at almost bruising force, feeling himself get closer and closer to his own release with every wanton, ecstatic noise Rowan makes and every clench of their inner muscles around his cock.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," Rowan babbles nigh incoherently, bouncing on Julian's cock and rubbing their clit as hard and fast as they can; feeling tears spring to their eyes the more maddeningly close they get to orgasm, fire building inside of them, burning brighter and hotter until finally, finally it bursts. "Fuck, Ilya, I'm cumming-!"

The orgasm consumes him whole, pushing him so hard over the edge that his vision whites out, forcing a hitched scream from his throat that he muffles by biting down on Julian's shoulder hard enough to break the skin. His hips twitch and jerk in Julian's lap, his cunt clenching around his cock tightly enough to bring him to the brink as well; Julian only needs to give a few last, desperate thrusts before letting out a guttural, broken cry as he reaches his own orgasm, cumming with his cock still deep inside of Rowan, filling him up.

They stay locked in their embrace for a minute or two, both panting to catch their breath as they slowly come back to earth. Even after they've calmed down, they remain as they are, sharing soft kisses and stroking each other's hair and skin, basking in the afterglow following their release. Rowan presses his lips to Julian's temple, smiling against his sweat-slicked hair.

"Well, how was that? Got everything out of your system?"

Julian chuckles wryly, his fingertips tracing Idle patterns onto the bare skin of Rowan's back. "All that and more. Thank you, darling. That was... perfect. Just what I needed."

Rowan cups his cheeks in his hands, bringing him close for a kiss. "Anytime, my Jewel."

#fern's writing #nsft #rowan aisling #julian devorak #i love you i'm glad i exist #the arcana #arcana apprentice #apprentice x julian

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