It's rare that Azarias and Asra ever get a moment to themselves between their lonely travels and helping Aunt Eliana run the shop when they could force themselves to stay put for longer than a day or two. Azarias's aunt is getting along in her years and she's always so grateful to both of them, so how could they refuse? Now, however, she has closed up shop to take a long-awaited vacation to Nevivon, leaving her nephew and his partner in Vesuvia to watch the place while she's gone. By themselves. Just the two of them. Alone together.
Needless to say, she had barely stepped foot out the door before they pounce on each other like long lost lovers. Sex is never a high priority, but after spending so much time apart, it feels as though they would spontaneously combust if they don't get their hands on each other's skin right this second.
"I've missed you," Azarias growls into Asra's mouth, hands fumbling to take off all those extra layers of clothing Asra insists on wearing.
"You have no idea," Asra breathes out in between desperate kisses, looping his arms around Azarias's shoulders to drag him ever closer.
Their feet stumble around each other as they blindly try to find their way to the stairs. Asra's back hits the wall, causing a few shelves to shudder around them, but they pay it no mind. Azarias presses forward until their bodies slot together, leaving no room for the heat to escape as he grinds against Asra's hips. The magician sighs against Azarias's lips, bracing his arms around his shoulders just before pulling himself up to wrap his legs around his lover's waist. Azarias instinctively finds his grip underneath Asra's thighs, squeezing the soft flesh there as he licks into the other's mouth.
"The bed's upstairs," he mutters, layering kisses along Asra's cheek, his jaw, down his neck. Asra tilts back his head invitingly, resting it against the wall as his chest heaves.
"Too far. Don't care."
Azarias groans, digging his fingers into Asra's thighs as he rolls their hips together again. He knows Asra will be the death of him one day. Today just might be the day.
He spares a chaste glance over his shoulder at the windows of the shop. The blinds are down, but there are noticeable gaps in between each slat. Anyone walking by who glanced through the window for just a second too long would be able to spot them. As much as the thought excites him...it also makes him bristle. He realises, then, that he'd have to hunt down anyone who laid their eyes on Asra in the midst of pleasure. He'd rather die than let a stranger witness him like that.
Making up his mind, Azarias peels Asra off the wall and starts carrying him up the stairs against his lover's protests.
"I said I don't—"
"I do," Azarias interrupts.
Asra's voice dies in his throat. When Azarias spares a glance at his face, there's a new kind of warmth in his eyes, and a tinge of awe. Asra smiles sweetly and tucks his chin over Azarias's shoulder.
"Alright then. Just for you."
His arms hold him like a hug as Azarias trudges up the stairs, making all kinds of fuzzy little feelings spark inside his chest. When they finally make it to the top of the stairs, Azarias kicks open the door to the bedroom they share and gently deposits Asra onto the bed. He hovers there for a moment, drinking in the soft expression on Asra's face. The magician lifts a hand to graze the tips of his fingers along Azarias's cheek, wordlessly drawing him forward onto the bed until he can fit his body over Asra's once more and capture his lips in a long, slow kiss. Their impatience from before has fizzled out, leaving behind a gentler yearning. There's no need to rush. They have all night to enjoy each other and then some.
One by one, they slip off their clothes. Their bodies move in unison, always finding a way to touch each other in between the removal of garments. Soon enough, Asra is bare beneath him, spread out in all his flawless, golden beauty. Azarias is still working on his trousers while he mouths along Asra's neck, blazing a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses over his skin. Asra breathes deeply, his chest rising and falling, and Azarias feels the thrum of his heartbeat when his lips pause over his chest. Quick, excited, wanting.
"Azarias..."
A gentle hand winds into his hair, tilting his head up just enough to look Asra in the eyes. They're half-lidded, lips parted, cheeks flushed. Beautiful.
"Get me ready, please. I want you."
That's all the permission Azarias needs. With a grateful exhale, he slides down Asra's body, fingers trailing along his sides. His lips ghost over the thickening arousal between Asra's legs, hot breath making it twitch on his way down lower. Grabbing the underside of his thighs, Azarias pushes his legs up and apart, exposing him completely. Asra's head falls back against the pillows, eyes closed, and Azarias can see him relaxing his muscles in preparation.
With a slight smile, Azarias leans down and trails kisses down Asra's thighs, gradually nearing the puckered hole awaiting his touch. He doesn't miss the impatient huff Asra gives, but he refuses to hurry. No, he's going to take his time and savour this, every moment of it. He laves his tongue over Asra's soft skin, feeling his legs quiver in his hands.
"Azarias—"
"Shh," the sorcerer quiets him. "Just enjoy it."
Asra gives another huff, but he stifles his complaints. Azarias knows that once he's finished preparing him, Asra won't return the favour in kind, so he's going to drag this out for as long as he can. When he finally does flatten his tongue against Asra's hole, the magician sucks in air between his teeth, arching into the sensation. Azarias circles the tip of his tongue around the rim a few times before finally, slowly, sinking in, spreading him open around the wet, sinewy muscle. He hears a shaky breath escape Asra above him, feels his hand return to his hair to tug him closer. He closes his eyes, wrapping his hands around Asra's legs to trap him against his face. The other's ankles cross over his beck, heels digging into his shoulder blades as he pushes deeper.
"More—please," Asra gasps, quietly, always so strangely ashamed of enjoying this part.
That's to be expected, though. He'd never had this before he met Azarias. Once he had a taste of it, he was hooked. Azarias, of course, is more than happy to deliver.
He moves his tongue in and out of Asra, curling inside him and tickling at his walls in all the ways he knows will drive Asra crazy. The magician writhes and squirms around him, his grip on his hair tightening and loosening and tightening again. Azarias closes his lips around him and moans at a particularly sharp tug on his roots, hips jutting forward in search of any fleeting friction the bed sheets can give his neglected erection. It's that subtle vibration that makes Asra gasp and shoot upright, yanking Azarias out from between his legs with a deep flush on his face that reaches all the way down his neck. His eyes are wild, chest heaving with laboured pants. Azarias licks his lips.
"Something wrong, love?" he asks all too innocently. Asra narrows hazy eyes at him.
"Too close."
It's all he has to say to get the point across. Azarias chuckles, crawling forward to place his lips over Asra's once more. Asra entertains it for only a moment before, in a blur of motion, he flips them over so that Azarias is on his back, Asra's leg swinging over his hips to seat himself squarely on the sorcerer's lap. As if on cue, Azarias brings his hands up next to his head, where Asra grabs them by the wrists and pins them to the bed. At the same time, he grinds his hips down on Azarias, their eager, engorged lengths rubbing against each other. Azarias groans, letting his head fall back and exposing his throat. Asra wastes no time diving in to seize it with is lips, sucking marks into his skin while they lazily grind together.
It doesn't take long for Asra to get impatient again, though. He releases one hand to reach behind himself and steady Azarias's length until the crown of his cock presses against his still-wet hole. Then, slowly, Asra eases down onto it, both of them moaning in unison as his wet heat engulfs Azarias. Once seated, he remains still for a moment, adjusting, or perhaps just to torture Azarias in exchange for earlier, but even that doesn't last long. His thighs flex as he lifts himself up and then unceremoniously drops himself back down to the hilt, forcing another groan out of Azarias as he lies back and takes it.
Asra's always liked to be the one in control. He only lets Azarias prep him because of how good it feels, but after that, it's his show, and Azarias is more than okay with that. His arms strain against the grip Asra has on him, but that just adds another layer of excitement. He knows Asra won't hesitate to use his magic against him to keep him still, but that doesn't stop him from trying. His hips buck up to meet Asra as he bounces on top of him, earning him a half-hearted glare that Azarias returns with a heated smirk. As expected, he feels Asra's magic pour out of him through his hands, twining around Azarias's body like a snake to hold him still. His muscles flex and burn, but Asra has him in a vice, making his heart pound against his chest.
He takes what he wants from Azarias, lifting himself up and slamming back down to the tune of his own drum. Pretty moans and gasps drip from his lips, a layer of sweat gathering on his skin. He releases Azarias's wrists, still bound by his magic, to spread his hands over the sorcerer's bare chest instead. He likes to feel the way his lover struggles against his magic, even going so far as to drag his nails over rich, dark skin just to watch Azarias arch into him ever so slightly, a strained groan escaping his throat.
"Asra," he gasps out, his own hair matting to sweaty skin as he peers up at the magician with pleading eyes. "Please. Let me touch you."
"Hmm... Can I trust you to behave?" Asra pondered aloud, smoothing his hands over Azarias's chest again.
"Yes, just please. I'm so close."
Asra chuckles, clearly pleased with himself for bringing Azarias to the brink so quickly. He walks his fingers down the center of Azarias's torso as he considers the request.
"Is that so? You want me to let you go so you can come, right?" he asks, dropping his hips with particular force this time and making himself gasp. "You wanna come inside me? Is that it?"
"Yes," Azarias groans, throwing back his head again as he feels Asra squeeze around him. Every time he plunges back into that velvet embrace is another step closer to his climax. He won't be able to hold back for much longer.
"Fine."
All at once, he feels the pressure around his body snap like a rubber band. His hands fly to Asra's waist, firmly holding him in place as his hips thrust up into him. He feels the pleasure building, unable to stop himself from jack-hammering into his lover in pursuit. Asra bites his lip above him, hands gripping his shoulders for purchase. His own cock bounces up and down between their bodies, pre-cum leaking from the tip and smearing all over their stomachs. Neither of them reaches out to touch him, knowing damn well it isn't necessary.
"Faster," Asra pants, eyes fluttering closed.
Azarias obeys without a second thought. Their bed slams against the wall with the force of their fucking, making even the window panes shudder with each impact. Neither of them has noticed how their magic has spiralled outward, filling the room with a colourful haze that lifts objects around them, drifting through the air. Their skin is quite literally glowing, an intangible kind of warmth swathing them both. Their hearts beat in sync. When they look into each other's eyes, they see much deeper than each other.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Asra cries out when he reaches his peak, holding onto Azarias for dear life as his cock pulses out ribbons of cum across his chest. Without missing a beat, Azarias thrusts up into Asra at the same time that he drags his hips down to meet him, buried deep inside him as his orgasm crashes over him. His cock pulses, spilling hot, thick seed within Asra's twitching walls. Asra moans weakly at the sensation, arms shaking as he tries to hold himself up through the last trickles of his climax, cum still dribbling from the tip of his cock.
They stay like that for a long time, Asra seated over top of Azarias as they both fight to catch their breath. Only once the haze of lust has mostly cleared their minds does their combined magic retreat into themselves. They both jolt at the sound of multiple items crashing to the floor around them. Glancing around at the unintentional mess they made, Azarias chuckles quietly.
"Oh, the things you do to me."
Asra arches a brow at him.
"Me? You're one to talk. I haven't come that hard since..."
"Since last time?" Azarias finishes for him, waggling his eyebrows.
Asra snorts and swats lightly at his shoulder. Slowly, carefully, he eases himself up and off of Azarias's softening member, eliciting an exhausted wheeze from the sorcerer as he does.
"I'll get us some towels to clean up," Asra says before padding off into the attached bathroom, dodging their various belongings now strewn across the floor.
Azarias relaxes back against the bed, resting his arms behind his head, taking a moment to bask in the afterglow. It occurs to him then that Aunt Eliana will be gone on vacation for the rest of the week.
A grin stretches across his face. This is going to be one hell of a fun week.