#male apprentice

girlboss just tryna kiss her malewife.... 😔

i love drawing kissing poses but they're so HAAARDDD......

ft my boy Dominic

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(Likes it the Least, Likes it, Loves It)

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Julian: He's not sure what to do... He prefers being the one told what to do, not the other way around. Even if he's given instruction, this poor baby is still just a bottom, and can't do the ordering around.. Hate is a strong word, but he would rather not do it. He likes it the least. (But.. If you butter him up real good, he might agree to it and pull it off.

Lucio: At first, he's nervous (but still grinning) throught the whole beginning. Though, once he gets in your lap and sees that eager to please look in your eyes, he likes getting a little bossy! He gets rougher the more confident he feels, and he's feeling pretty confident. Will definantly like to try power bottoming more often. You'd think he like to boss you around, but your the one person he doesn't want to do that to... Out of the bedroom.

Dillon was looking out to the valley a little bit away from his and Asra’s little tent. They were on a several day trip to the birthplace of Dillon’s people. Well, one of them that is. The air felt so familiar- drawing him closer. The feeling of home beating in his heart. Joy filling his smile like the warmth of the autumn sun on his face. His heart picked up its pace as an ancient magic coursed through his body.

His malachite eyes gleamed so bright. The magic flowing through them so prevalent that it sent a shiver down his spine. Dillon knew this feeling. He just didn’t know what it was. He was scared, smile dropping as he did to the ground. He could feel the danger hiding within the form that was trying to take form. He could feel the pain of it wanting to come out.

His mind went instantly to thinking of a black mass. All of his people seeing it. Using him to wage war on others. His friend and husband caught in the cross fire. The people he’s met, both good and bad being judged before their time. No one deserved this.

Another thought went through his head. He had allowed this form to complete, but his anger, his protective side, caused so much pain… so many deaths. His friends- his lover- seeing him for the monster that he truly was. The relationships he had created to nurture them to be as good as they were. They slipped through his fingers.

It was getting painful to hold down this form as his emotions went berserk. A pained scream coming from deep within him as tears came down in what felt like a waterfall. His short nails digging into his skin, just to feel something other than the emotional torment. He wanted to just restart every part of his life in that moment. He wanted to just give up every part of himself in that moment just to live a relatively normal life. Dillon never wanted his power. He never wanted to be the vessel for the monster he held within him.

He could feel the disappointment, the judgement, the pain, the hurt, the utter fear and disgust in all those he loved. His sobs loud and uncontrollable, erratic as he was trying to take a breath. He wanted to be miles away from all of the pain, all of the sorrow… all of the disappointment he’d cause. He didn’t want his relationships to be ruined by his actions.

He was close to yelling again as more and more voices, more and more scenarios played through his head, when he felt a familiar form hug him from behind tightly. A familiar voice in his ear hushing him. Dillon looked behind him to see Asra. His face red and stained with tears that still ran down gently rounded cheeks. His heavy breathing choked behind sobs.

The two sat there like that for what felt like a couple of hours, the sun still in the sky. The in between of afternoon and twilight. Dillon leaned back into Asra’s chest as he shook. His face heavily tear stained as he sniffled. Malachite orbs unable to look up at his lover’s purple sugilite ones. “My heart, what happened earlier if I may ask?” Asra finally asked, his voice gentle as he brushed the hickory colored hair out of the way of the other’s face. His hand cupping the other side of Dillon’s face.

Dillon was focusing on his beloved’s heartbeat, relaxing in all the right ways right there. He looked up through his lashes as he heard his question. He looked down, arms wrapping around Asra’s waist as he said, “I was scared… I felt this sort of- ancient magic pulsating within me. Though it didn’t come without the consistent thoughts that came with it. I thought it would only come around when I was experiencing really strong negative emotions. I guess that I’m wrong.”

There was a sort of pain behind his voice as he continued to explain, “I felt that strong magic wanting to take form on my body. I could feel every single person’s pain. Demyan’s, Julian’s… yours even when it came to the disgust and disappointment. I could feel the hatred, the pain that radiated off of everyone… you guys especially. I killed people Asra. I destroyed so many things and hurt so many people with it. Asra, I’m scared to lose any of you. I’m terrified to hurt any of you if I allow it to take form.”

Tears started to form again as he was starting to shake, starting to feel it come back over him. Asra tilted his head up and gently kissed him, one hand holding the back of his head as the other was on his upper back. Dillon slowly eased into the kiss, pulling way for air. He was about to apologize when Asra beat him to speaking, “Dillon… My one and only… I’m sorry I didn’t notice this any sooner. I know my father had said you had strong magic, I just didn’t know how to take it. I know you panic when you are starting to get extremely negative, but I didn’t know why. But, that’t not why I’m apologizing.”

Dillon held Asra’s cheek with one of his hands, unable to speak. “I’m apologizing that you think anyone would be afraid of what you can become. You know that no one who really cares for you cares for you so much. I love you so much and I want you to know that it’s okay to let it out. Let this magic take form. Let yourself take form. It’s only one one so many things that I love about you. You’re alright to be you. Let it out. I know you won’t hurt anyone. You won’t let it get out of control. Not here, not now, not ever or anywhere,” the fluffy haired magician before him urged on gently.

It caused the taller magician to go a bit red, finally relaxing for the most part. Dillon stood up, pulling his beloved up with him. His eyes closed and Asra finally sees him shift for the first time. Long muscular legs contorting as his hip structure changed. His clothes merging into this new form. He was getting bigger, so much bigger. His face growing a snout and head a pair of antlers. A tail and back fur growing. A wingspan that seemed to engulf the sky grew as the mighty head lowered down to Asra’s height.

There was a very dim glow around him, as if the sky above him determined it. The glow was soft like sunlight breaking through the leaves of a thick forest. Dillon’s eyes seemed to finally mellow out into a base color of malachite. Nonetheless did it seem to move like wave in an ocean. The seas were just calmer.

Asra smiled up at him, placing a hand to his snout, rubbing the short fur along it as the other’s eyes closed. A warm breath combating the cool night breeze. It seemed that he was finally at peace with the nature around him.

Dillon stayed like that for a little while, enjoying the love and affection from his beloved. Though it was getting late and they needed to rest, or at least he was exhausted. Changing back, they walked back to their tent. The taller of the two went inside first while the other followed. “I love you Asra, thank you for this. For reminding me it’s okay to let it out,” Dillon cooed softly, holding the shorter of the two close as he curled up to his chest.

Asra rubbed his back smiling at his exhausted lover already dozing off, “It’s no problem Draco. You were needing it, and you needed to let it out. Nonetheless, you looked handsome. Relaxed under my touch.” The sugilite eyed magician playfully touched his lover’s neck, causing a shaky sigh to come from the other.