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Rota Fortunae:
LATIN, noun (f) - Wheel of Fate, or Wheel of Fortune
Caspian is a magician's apprentice. Alexander is a doctor in the alchemical arts. Caspian can't remember. Alexander would like to forget.
One night, two visits, and three tarot spreads change everything.
Caspian strives to remember themself, Alexander strives to reclaim himself, and a Red spectre looms over Vesuvia.
Look who's out here posting fic again. Bit of a rewrite thing I've been doing on and off for a while.
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“Are you sure?” Asra asked, his voice cracking with tiredness (midnight had long since passed), “if you look at the star map for that day..”
“Exactly!” Alexander proclaimed, pushing his half-moon glasses back up his nose from where he’d been peering over the top of them at the page Asra was pointing at, “The moon phases don’t add up, but something about the energy sphere... hang on, I’ll find it in my notes.”
He felt a warm, gloved hand perch on his shoulder as Julian ducked down on his other side, squinting at the illustrations, charts, and scrawls of text spread out haphazardly over the desk.
He hummed in thought, brow furrowed inquisitively,
“Hmm.. curious. Could it be something in the charts you’ve written, Sanya?”
Alexander glanced over his shoulder at him, a ghost of a smile cutting through his frustration,
“Ilya, my darling, do you-”
“Know what the notation actually means? No, not a clue. But I want to feel like I’m helping.”
Alexander chuckled goodnaturedly, Asra warmly, tiredly joining in, and he carefully closed the book and took his glasses off,
“Perhaps we should go to bed instead?”
“Agreed,” Asra sighed, leaning over to kiss Julian’s cheek, then Alexander’s, “that’s enough work for one night.”
Happy (belated) birthday, Alexander!
I get the feeling that nights like this are a common occurrence in the Julian x Asra x Sacha household
This CG has been a loooong time coming, but I’m so glad it’s done!
Asra’s noticed that Alexander talks in his sleep sometimes. When he does it in Nevivic, Julian responds, and sometimes they have full sleep conversations in Nevivic. Asra thinks it’s adorable.
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The rosy flush of Julian’s skin complimented the swathes of finely-spun black and red lace and mesh hugging his body quite marvellously, Asra thought to himself. This set of lingerie had been a birthday gift from him and Alexander, and from the moment Julian had unwrapped it that morning they knew it would be put to good use as soon as possible. And what a good use it was.
Hands bound in black cord and cuffed to the bed posts, Julian was stretched out across the mattress and Asra’s eyes roved over him, drinking in every detail. The black bralette with red straps was decidedly askew after he and Alexander had pulled it this way and that in order to kiss across Julian’s tits, and the remnants of their lipsticks were smudged on skin and lace alike. Further down, past an abdomen also covered in kisses and bites, the matching panties strained around Julian’s hard cock, the swirls and loops of the lace catching the light. Red suspenders ran down from the waistband to the stockings covering Julian’s legs, which were hitched over Alexander’s shoulders as the shorter man slowly, rhymically thrust into him.
Alexander turned his head and nipped at the clothed skin of Julian’s thigh, and Julian barely contained the long, high pitched whine that passed his lips. Asra smiled, bending down to kiss him and swallowing the moan that followed when Asra slid his hand into Julian’s messy curls and tugged.
“There’s a good boy,” Asra murmured against Julian’s lips when they parted, “you look so gorgeous, Ilya,” he turned his head and glanced at Alexander, who was watching them through lidded eyes with a smile playing on his lips,” wouldn’t you agree, Sacha?”
Alexander made a low sound of agreement in his throat, canting his hips into Julian’s again, prompting a gasped,
“Ah! Sanya!”
Asra trailed his hand down Julian’s body and stroked teasingly over the outline of his cock. Julian hissed out Asra’s name this time, followed by a hoarse,
“Oh please…”
“What do you think, Asra?” Alexander panted, picking up his pace, “I think our darling Ilya deserves to be indulged after taking my cock so well.”
Asra smirked in lieu of answer, letting his tongue dart out and drag over the lace of Julian’s panties. Julian lurched, his cuffs clattering against the bedpost, swallowing down a garbled moan.
“Let us hear you, my love,” said Alexander, “you make such beautiful sounds.”
Platitudes aside, it was an order, not a suggestion, and it made the flush covering Julian’s body deepen to a truly magnificent shade of crimson as he obeyed. Asra deftly hooked a finger round the waistband to pull Julian’s cock free, and wasted no time in sinking his mouth down around it and timing the bobs of his head with Alexander’s thrusts. Julian howled, his head lolling back onto the pillows. Overstimulated as he was from the rubbing of the lace against his skin, Alexander fucking him into the mattress and Asra taking his cock deep into his throat, it wasn’t long before he choked,
“I’m close, I’m… please.”
Asra pulled off then, catching Alexander’s eye, and Alexander withdrew, sitting back on his haunches. Julian whined at the sudden loss of contact,
“Please, I’ve been so good, please.”
Asra inclined his head and Alexander shuffled over to join him,
“You have been good, Ilya. You’ve been wonderful,”
Julian keened at the praise, swallowing hard. Asra then bent back down and licked a long stripe up the side of Julian’s length, and Alexander mirrored it, laving his tongue up and down. Julian watched them, eyes wide and breath heaving, pulse pounding in his ears as the two of them pushed him closer and closer towards his peak until, as Asra swirled his tongue around Julian’s head and Alexander sucked slowly at his base, he came with a rasped shout of both their names.
As he came down off his high, he became aware of Alexander kissing a hickey into his stomach as Asra methodically licked the last of his cum from his lips.
“I love it when you say our names like that, Ilya,” Asra cooed, “such pretty sounds from a pretty mouth.”
Alexander pressed a kiss to Asra’s hot cheek,
“Well, I think we should put that lovely mouth to even better use. Would you like that, Ilya my love? Asra riding your face while I fuck you more?”
Julian nodded, a hint of his usual playful smirk ghosting on his lips,
“Oh, I’d like that very much. Asra?”
“Absolutely,” Asra replied, kneeling over Julian and guiding his head to his pussy, “Such a good boy, Ilya.”
