#azulien

"... A handsome Captain like you? I'm surprised you don't get more offers. Well. Come on then, show me the way."

"The way to what?"

Julien took a deep breath. "The way. To your home. Which I assume is where your bed is."

"I mean if you want a tour of the city there's more interesting....."

"HE WANTS TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU!" Bolaire may have infinite patience with this nonsense, but apparently Murray did not.

"Oh, well why didn't you say so?" Azune's voice warmed as he turned back to Julien. "Shall we go then?" He asked innocently, with the barest twinkle in those sunset eyes, offering his arm like a gentleman.

Julien took the arm. Secure the deal first. "How long have you...."

Azune shrugged as he they left Hal's house. "You're cute when you're flustered."

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Julien had had a full 14 minute walk to plan in. This man would not, would not get the best of him. This was going to be either an amazing fuck, the quiet ones often were when you finally cracked them, or the most limp fish experience of his existence. There was no in-between.

As they walked into the apartment Julien could tell Azune was going to say something. Whatever it was was probably stupid and also delaying the entire point here, but Julien had a lot of practice at shutting people up and a firm kiss worked just as well here as with most people.

"Now. Show me this bed of yours," he demanded as soon as he pulled back.

Azune smiled far too calmly and took his hand, took his hand who does that, leading him through one of the two doors, not bothering to light a candle until they were in a small, disturbingly non-descript bedroom. Julien felt his hand squeezed and then a lantern was lit and oh the dim flickering light did amazing things to Azune's skin. Which he should be seeing more of, now that he's thinking about it.

Maybe Azune needed a demonstration. He might be better at visuals than hearing words, Julien had trained soldiers like that before. Julien started to undo his shirt and was surprised to find hands on his, stilling them. In the name of every dead shaper if this man was still going to be dense in the head about what was happening here....

"Let me?" Azune asked softly, and of course he was a fucking gentleman.

Julien's eyes closed with intense frustration for a moment but he tucked it away, wouldn't do to let that be seen here, didn't want to scare him away yet. "... If you like?" Should he play coy? What did Azune even want here. Usually his reputation preceded him, he can't remember the last time he he needed to... figure it out like this.

Azune's fingers undid a few buttons - finally getting somewhere, excellent - before they paused, fuck what, a hand coming up to cup his face. "Julien?" he asked softly and the concern in that voice was enough to make him want to scream in frustration. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong is we both have too many clothes on," Julien snapped back, taking a risk of quick pressing their bodies together and oh how did Azune manage to angle his hip like that so he couldn't even quickly check in to see how we were coming along in the Azune-interest department.

Azune's frown only deepened. "... If you want to have sex, why do you seem so upset?" That same broad hand that Julien would give anything to feel around his throat (a dream he was rapidly realizing was not going to happen) just brushed against his cheek, their faces so close together.

"Don't you ever want to just take , Azune?" Julien did his best to shift his voice to more of a purr, a last ditch effort for sure but surely the other man could see what was on offer here? There had to be something he could do to make himself appealing?

Azune shook his head slowly, not backing away from him. "Nothing that isn't mine... Why?"

Worst case scenario unlocked. Julien was coming around to the idea that Azune might be a bottom, he could handle that, but if the man was missionary-style vanilla Julien might actually cry. And not for a good reason either.

"What do you want, Julien?" God the richness in that voice was a crime without follow-through. He was so painfully earnest that Julien didn't even know how to respond for a moment.

"What's a guy gotta do to get thrown around and fucked within an inch of his life around here?" He joked while scrambling, yet again, for a backup plan.

He almost missed a slight darkening of those gorgeous eyes. "That."

Julien couldn't even figure out what the thrice-accursed man meant when he felt the hand on his arm dig in hard and yank him stumbling forward. The hand on his face stiffened, the fingers digging into his skin, holding him there as he leaned forward to whisper, "You only ever had to ask, Julien."

Then there were hands on his clothes, not ripping but pulling them off of him and tossing them aside (no neat folded piles??). "If there's anything you want, or don't... you just need to ask."

Julien has no idea how Azune's voice suddenly got like that, smooth and deep and rich and he's pretty sure it's not the threat it sounds but... "Do your worst," he managed to spit back.

"As you wish." And then oh yes Julien is being dragged to the bed, no quarter given to his stumbling feet but instead of being tossed onto the bed he's pulled across Azune's lap, bare ass up, and that hand is hitting hard enough to draw a startled yelp from him all with one motion. He doesn't even get a chance to draw a full breath before the hand returns, punishing and stinging as his other hand grabs one of Julien's wrists, yanking it ruthlessly behind his back and using it pin him in place.

Julien kicks and yells, as much to see what the other man will do as anything but the answer is blissfully to lean into the pin, forcing him to stay and take every one of those hits. Azune doesn't confine himself to his ass either... hips, thighs, even his balls are fair game before he clenches his legs closed to defend them.

"I wish I had something else to use on you.... I'll make sure to get something before next time...." Julien struggled to even make sense of that, the hand hasn't even paused.

"My... My pants.. .. belt... " He managed to get out in between what were almost embarrassing cries at the heavy handed blows if Julien Davinos ever actually got embarrassed. Somehow Azune managed to lean over him and grab it one handed and then oh that was a much sharper and more painful sensation on his backside.

Slowly the pain and the pin were enough to settled him, enough to make his mind finally slow, enough that his awareness narrowed to this bedroom, to the man who was holding him over his lap and delivering those delicious stipes of cutting pain.

It felt like he was only just settling into it when stopped. "Uh-uh..." Azune's gentle scolding voice sounded a little distant even as the hand that grabbed his was exceptionally present. When had he pulled free? Why? Oh right to feel those welts and Azune was being exceptionally rude right now in preventing that.

"Up on the bed with you.... " Julien's arms were forced harder behind his back until his forearms were against each other, making his back arch. The same belt that was wrapped around them and secured and Julien was fairly sure he could get out of that if he wanted to thank you very much but he was actually where he wanted to be right now so he'd let it slide.

A too-soft hand stroked over his ass and thighs, feeling those welts and reminding him that he had wanted to touch, excuse him. But before he could complain it came down with several loud smacking sounds and that was the best feeling yet, a sold palm against aching, sticky skin.

Julien groaned as the warmth spread, and didn't even really notice when those hands gripped him to turn him onto his back. It wasn't the most comfortable position but Julien bet he looked pretty so that was forgivable, pulling his knees up to try and make it an even less resistible image.

He needn't have worried, though, as it turns out. One hand pressed on his thigh, pinning it up against his chest and allowing Azune to settle between his legs to take the full image.

"You're beautiful..... " Julien was getting used to the softer remarks from his low voice, he didn't even bother with anything more than a hum of agreement. The one hand pinned him awkwardly there, firmly enough that his ass was raised up off the bed, evidently in the perfect position the other hand to wander, to tease his hole and then stroke a few times over his cock before coming to rest on his stomach. "What was it you said? That you wanted me to just... take something?"

Fuck, the other man still hadn't taken off his clothes, and Julien was about to note of this criminal oversite when those fingers moved again, and this time there was something slick on them and two were pressed inside him quickly enough to take his breath away. They didn't stop either, and as the harsh pace was exactly what Julien needed, it didn't seem a good time to register any complaints.

A third finger and still nothing was slowing down and the thought began to form that perhaps he should tell Azune to slow just a little so he could actually, you know, fuck him, but then this crazy, beautiful man was leaning over and taking his cock in his mouth and still not slowing down and it was not Julien's fault if those beginnings of thoughts left his head and did not return until moments after he was coming in that perfect mouth, around those strong fingers, calling out Azune's name in a volume that was closer to a scream than he was going to admit to at this exact moment in time.

He was still panting when Azune shifted, his fingers pulling out and hands carefully easing his leg down. He couldn't do more than blink and watch as the other man moved his body and then lay down next to him, pulling him close and studying his face. He was starting to get a sixth sense for when Azune was going to say something that slightly crazy, but evidently post-orgasm he could only scrap together enough brains to see it coming, not to stop him.

"May I kiss you?" Yup, certified insane but he just couldn't bring himself to care, licking his lips and leaning in in what he hoped was a clear enough response.

Either his judgement was off, which was entirely possible all things considered, or Azune's previous assessment of his own sex life as mediocre and infrequent was disingenuous. Because that kiss was almost as good as the fucking the came before, firm and deep and, yes, taking his mouth and leaving him squirming for more. Speaking of which....

"You can take the belt off now, yes?" The words were intended, the yawn that accompanied them was not.

"Not yet." He could feel as much as hear the words as those lips slowly explored his face, his own eyes slowly fluttering shut which was probably how he missed the cue of there's still some more crazy statements incoming. "Want to make sure you're still here in the morning."

Julien did not bother to open them, or dignify that with a response. Perhaps this was the only man in Aramán who would fuck you, get permission for a kiss, and then declare offhand that a bondage session wasn't over yet without input. Figured.

But the broad chest was comfortable to lay on, and those clever fingers brushed hair out of his face without him asking, and the strong arms around him did feel good.