The quest to find and speak with the Scourge of the South, while a painfully awkward encounter, left Azarias and Julian reinvigorated. Discovering Julian’s innocence felt like an enormous weight lifted off of their shoulders, though Azarias had a feeling the relief was far more potent for Julian. After all, he had spent all this time believing he was guilty despite having no memory of the alleged “crime”. To know that he wasn’t at fault must have been elating. In fact, Julian proves as much once they’ve put a fair distance between themselves and Muriel’s hut.
Azarias lets out a noise akin to a squeak when Julian spontaneously lifts him into his arms and spins him around, laughing giddily. He puts the sorcerer back down before they can stumble into a mess of limbs on the forest floor, but keeps his hands on Azarias’s shoulder as he grins from ear to ear.
“Isn’t this wonderful, Azarias?” he asks, breathless with delight. The look on his face pulls a soft smile from Azarias as well.
“It is,” he agrees. “I’m really glad Asra told us to come here. I wish he had mentioned he and Muriel knew each other, though…”
It still strikes Azarias as odd that he sent them off under such vague pretenses. After all, if Muriel’s “gift” of being forgotten affected Asra, too, then how would he have known that Muriel would have answers? Not to mention that the way Muriel spoke of him made it seem as though they still keep in touch. Azarias still has a lot of questions for Asra, seeing as Muriel wasn’t exactly forthcoming.
“Yes, that struck me as rather odd, too. Ah, but no matter. What’s important is that we know for certain there’s more to the story of the Count’s demise, and on top of that, a cure for the plague! Oh, I can’t wait to get back to the palace and tell Pasha. She’s going to be so relieved.”
Julian takes Azarias’s hand and starts back on the path out of the forest. Before he can go too far, though, Azarias tugs him to a halt again. Julian makes a noise of confusion as he turns around, a question on the tip of his tongue, but Azarias doesn’t give him the chance to voice it as he pulls him in for a kiss.
Julian is frozen for only a couple of seconds before a smile stretches at his lips again and he returns the kiss in kind, wrapping his arms around the other’s shoulders. Azarias speckles kisses all across his cheeks and jaw, drawing an amused chuckle from Julian that fades into a pleased sigh when those kisses trail down his neck.
“Azarias…” he breathes, curling a hand in the sorcerer’s long black hair. Azarias hums against his skin, sucking a fleeting mark right where his pulse thrums below the surface.
“I knew you weren’t a murderer,” he mumbles, still nuzzling against Julian’s shoulder. “I knew it the moment I saw your eyes. You’re not a bad person. You’re so full of good that I wonder how you could have ever doubted yourself.”
He pulls back just enough to look at Julian’s face, unsurprised to find a starstruck expression staring back at him. Eyes wide, lips parted, cheeks flushed. The perfect rendition of a man who doesn’t get nearly enough of the credit he deserves.
“Azarias...you…”
Instead of finishing that half-thought, Julian surges forward to capture his lips again. They blindly stumble around until Azarias has got him backed up against a tree, hands roaming his sides. They barely give themselves enough time to catch their breath between kisses, far too wrapped up in each other to care. Azarias pushes the coat off Julian’s shoulders, quickly following with the buttons of the uniform he still wears. Julian manages to unclasp the cape draped around Azarias, the fabric falling heavily to the ground around his feet, and works on the fastenings of his own shirt and throwing off his gloves in opposite directions.
As soon as Julian’s chest is exposed, though, Azarias wastes no time in splaying his hands over his skin, fingers stretching underneath the loose blouse to feel every inch of him. Julian shudders under the touch, palms smoothing over the length of his arms, feeling the curve of his biceps and up over his shoulders to reach around for the laces at the back of Azarias's shirt.
Reluctant to part from his lips but oh so eager to continue, Azarias breaks the kiss to turn around, gathering his hair over one shoulder to give Julian better access to the ribbons. They begin at the nape of his neck, crisscrossing all the way down his back. Julian’s cool fingertips ghost along his shoulders and neck before plucking at the laces, first undoing the simple ribbon, then tugging each lace through the holes one by one. He doesn’t miss the opportunity to press his lips to the back of Azarias's neck, eliciting a shudder as Azarias fights to remain still. Every touch is like ice against his feverish skin, an exciting juxtaposition that raises goosebumps all along his arms.
Once the laces are all loose enough, Azarias slips out of the garment, breathing a laugh as Julian quickly attempts to fold it before setting it aside. Placing his hands on either side of the doctor’s chest, Azarias blazes a trail down the center of Julian’s throat with his lips, thumbs brushing over his pert nipples as he descends. He takes his time lavishing the rippling muscles of his abdomen with adoring kisses and flicks of his tongue, relishing each noise he draws from Julian in the process. When he reaches his navel, Azarias drops heavily to his knees, smirking at the gasp from above.
“A-Azarias, you—you don’t have to—”
“I know,” he interrupts, mischievous gaze flickering back up to Julians as his hands slide along his narrow waist. “I just want to.”
That shuts him up. Satisfied, Azarias tugs the blouse out of the waistband of Julian’s pants before curling his fingers around the hem and pulling it down around his thighs. He’s already half-hard inside his undergarments, a faint wet spot gathering. Azarias casts another glance up at Julian with a raised brow, but he’s quick to look away, redness stretching up to the tips of his ears and down his neck at this point. Azarias decides to spare him the teasing, sharing a smug smile with himself as he returns his attention to the matter at hand.
When he pulls him free of his confines, Julian lets out a slow, quiet sigh, twitching eagerly in the sorcerer’s hand. Azarias can’t help but to take his time, littering kisses along his thigh until he starts on the length of his cock, gentle and unhurried. Only once he’s had his fill of teasing touches does he flick out his tongue to drag it along the length in front of him, pausing at the crown to catch Julian’s eyes again before placing a reverent kiss right on the tip. Julian looks seconds away from passing out, a small gush of pre-cum meeting Azarias’s lips like a greeting. He gleefully laps it up, setting about lathering the rest of his cock with saliva before eventually, finally, taking it into his mouth.
Julian groans, long and grateful, as one of his hands flies to Azarias’s head, neither pushing nor pulling, but desperate all the same. Azarias is, once again, in no particular rush, content just to feel the weight of Julian’s length resting against his tongue as he rolls his head back and forth slowly. It doesn’t take long for it to harden completely, stiff as a rod and twitching with excitement each time his teeth scrape lightly against it. Julian’s hand tightens into a fist in his hair, the other scrabbling for purchase on the bark of the tree behind him as he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
Azarias is not without mercy, though. He sinks down lower, taking the full length inside his mouth until he feels the head at the back of his throat, pushing just a little farther until it cuts off his breath. Instead of moving back, though, Azarias idles there, looking up at Julian with intensity as he swallows around his cock. A stuttered moan falls from his lips as he watches from above, unable to take his eyes off the sight. Azarias repeats the action once more before withdrawing all the way to the tip, the suction of his lips collecting more pre-cum when he draws away. He takes a breather before going back in, hand pumping the length as he nuzzles Julian’s hip.
“Fuck my face,” he says plainly. Julian’s breath catches in his throat, evidently along with the drool no doubt clinging to his lips, seeing as he actually coughs a bit.
“Wh-What?” he asks, dumbfounded.
Azarias smiles up at him with all the seeming of a devious fox up to no good.
“You heard me. I want you to fuck my face.” He doesn’t seem to have an easier time processing it the second time around. Azarias rolls his eyes playfully. “You won’t hurt me. Magic, remember?”
To prove his point, Azarias closes his eyes and lightly trails his fingers along his own neck, fingertips emitting a warm glow before it disappears with his touch. He then takes Julian back into his mouth, thoroughly enjoying the confused sputtering from above as he takes him back down to the hilt in one fell swoop. This time, the muscles in his throat are completely relaxed, offering no resistance even as Azarias presses his nose into the red curls at the base of Julian’s cock. Layering that with the spell that temporarily negates the need to breathe and he’s ready to go. He says as much through his eyes as he looks back up at Julian hopefully.
Despite his clear apprehension, the heat in Julian’s eyes is unmistakable. His fingers are back in the sorcerer’s hair, holding tightly as he gives an experimental thrust of his hips. As before, there’s no resistance, not even a gag as Azarias closes his eyes, and slowly but surely he picks up the pace with a shuddering groan.
“Oh, Azarias, the things you do to me,” Julian wails.
Azarias moans around his length, making his hips stutter before his grip on his hair tightens and he doubles his efforts, the tip of his cock sheathing itself down Azarias’s throat with every thrust. He rests his hands on Julian’s thighs for purchase, content to let his mouth be used like this. His own arousal strains within the confines of his pants, but he doesn’t even think about touching himself until Julian’s finished. His plans don’t stop there, after all.
Having said that, it doesn’t take long for Julian’s climax to sneak up on him. His thrusts have become irregular, babbling half-formed declarations of admiration and praise as he threads a hand through his own sweaty hair.
“I’m—I’m going to come. Oh, gods, I’m so close, Azarias.”
It only takes a few more thrusts, but when he tries to pull Azarias off his length by the hair, the sorcerer stubbornly stays put, sinking down on his cock completely just as hot ropes of semen shoot down his throat. Julian cries out at the sensation, relenting with his hand to instead hold Azarias in place against him. He dutifully swallows down everything he’s given before sliding off the tip with a wet pop as he takes in a well-deserved lungful of air.
“How was that?” he asks (out of academic curiosity, of course) as he sits back on his thighs and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Julian’s looking a little worse for wear, out of breath and red all over as he stares down at the sorcerer incredulously.
“That-That was...amazing,” he confesses on a breathless exhale. “I didn’t know you could, uh… I didn’t know you could do that. You know, with your…” He gestures vaguely to his throat and I grin at him as I get to my feet.
“I can do a lot of things you don’t know about,” he says.
There’s an unquestionable glint of curiosity in Julian’s eye as Azarias leans in for another kiss. He’s caught off guard for a moment, but quickly relaxes into it, offering no complaint when Azarias slips his tongue into his mouth. Just to give him a taste of his own medicine, as it were. When he parts, there’s an impish gleam in his eye.
“You up for round two?”
Julian lets out a hungry groan as he pulls Azarias back in for yet another heated kiss.