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Chapter 42 - A part of him was disappointed

warnings: warnings from previous chapter continue...!

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Leonel had to contemplate his next actions.

Julian's tiny ass was so delectably displayed under him. Adrenaline was ablaze through his body, and he couldn't help but take his left hand to tease the tight ring of muscles on the Doctor's backside. It puckered, twitched below his feathering touch.

"You…Ahh…I-I was kidding!" Julian's voice hitched, but Leonel had a hard time telling if it was from excitement or panic. But knowing the Doctor's personality, it was probably a combination of both. "Ah if you want to rub one out then just rub it out…It won't feel good if you put it in some old guy's asshole, okay my dear Inquisitor? Please tell me you're listening."

"I can't tell if you're trying to provoke me or dissuade me," Leonel replied bluntly, giving Julian's length a good squeeze. A long, lusty moan was drawn out.

A cheeky little snicker followed, "Heh."

And that was enough to rile Leonel up. He snarled and shoved his index finger inside up to the first joint.

A sharp cry was drawn out and then was instantly muffled. Julian's body trembled, his hands pressed up against his mouth. As soon as the initial shock passed, he pulled palm away and cursed, "Ouch, dammit, you fucker that really hurts!" The Doctor wiggled and groaned, "take it out!" His entire body seized up with blistering pain shooting all the way up to the tips of his fingers.

"..." Leonel responded with silence. Julian's dick was growing soft in his fingers, and he decided to softly knead the length of heat between his finger pads until it filled again with blood. The finger jammed within Julian's body remained there, scratching the dry inner walls to elicit that delectable reaction out of the older man.

"L-Leonel!" Julian hissed sharply. "S-Stop that dammit! Ugh. I'm not a masochist, I swear to the damned Divine Light I-I…"

"Really? You're hard, though."

A long whine, "It hurts!"

Leonel's own erection jumped. "…" Okay, maybe he was going a little far. His intention wasn't to actually rape the older man, only to tease him a bit. It was simply too amusing. With minor lament, he pulled his finger out of Julian's tight hole, excited by the way Julian's body seized up before going lax.

Well, here was still the problem of them both being erect. The Inquisitor hummed absently and let go of Julian's cock. Before he allowed the man to drop down, boneless, Leonel grabbed ahold of the man's buttocks, his thumbs pressed into the asscrack and spread him open.

Julian made a noise that was between a whimper and a growl. His heart was thunderous with both anticipation and horror of what might happen next.

Leonel decided to bully him a little more, remaining like that to give the impression that he might go back on his earlier words. He waited until Julian's body was trembling. It was only then he slid his hands down, the wide spread of his fingers encircles thin thighs, spreading them further apart.

"I'll be using this part then," Leonel's voice was low. He wet his lips.

Julian was a little delirious and couldn't properly follow. "What…" He grumbled, relaxing a little when the hand around his scarred right thigh let go. Fabric rustled and Julian's heart was gripped with a heated dread. "Ahh…ahaha…" nervous laughter was about his lips, "What are you planning my good Inquisitor? Can you stop bullying me already? Don't leave me in the dark…"

"..." And Leonel was a brat, doing precisely that. He pushed Julian's head back down against the bed when the Doctor tried to get up from his embarrassing situation. "Stay, and it'll be fine." He ordered mysteriously.

Julian grumbled with frustration, "I'm not sure about you, but when the baddie says something like that, it generally means bad news, you know? Like no matter what I do, it'll end in death! Or in this case…"

"Silence." Leonel grabbed hold of his hips. With his other hand, the Inquisitor grabbed ahold of his own erection and shoved them between Julian's legs.

The cry that escaped Julian's lips was shrill. He was barely able to stifle it, muscles tensing and shaking with great strength. White dotted his vision.

But Leonel hadn't breached him at all. Instead, he had shoved his cock between Julian's thighs, his hands pressing them together from the outside to create a little pocket of warmth there.

Julian groaned, feeling Leonel's length sex rub up against his own erection. The pain was erupting from his right leg and the painful pressure that Leonel was cruelly pressing down. A part him almost wanted to scream at Leonel to just use his ass instead. But it was too late not, and the Inquisitor was rubbing against the chasm between his thighs.

"Ahh, ugh, dammit! L-Leonel! Oh, gods." He was no longer able to hold back his voice, uncaring about his situation.

And Leonel was uncaring as well, using him as he pleased, roughly and selfishly. He liked the way Julian's nape peeked through his fallen hair. So the Inquisitor leaned over and pressed aggressive kisses on that expanse of skin.

Leaned over Julian's back, Leonel let go of the Doctor's legs after he realized that the cries of pain had been because of his relentless abuse of the scarred right leg. Instead, he enveloped both their erections with a hand so that each thrust would rub up against the other's as well.

A muffled groan. Julian's face was pressed into the sheets below. He couldn't fathom how his body felt so bruised and pained and yet still felt the thrums of wanton pleasure so vividly. His dick was hard, and the rise was washing over him, tingling his nerves.

Leonel's free hand reached up and explored the jut of Julian's ribs before crawling up until they found the small pink nub of Julian's nipple. Sadistically, he pinched and tugged on that tiny, sensitive bud.

With a keening groan, Julian cried, "Damn you! I-I'm going to come dammit, you better be close too, ah, fuck! Leonel, you bastard! Shit, it hurts. I'm going to fucking come!"

Leonel felt Julian spasm below him, and he bit down on the Doctor's neck viciously, drawing blood. With a few more thrusts, his milky seed mixed with Julian's soiling both the bed and Julian's belly.

Their panting breaths filled the space. And Leonel had the taste of iron in his mouth. He licked his lips and kissed the trembling body beneath his.

For once, the Doctor was quiet.

"..." Or wait. He had passed out.

Leonel blinked. Surely, what they'd done wasn't that exciting, right?

But the electric spark of pleasure and pain mixed with all the stress and fatigue was already too much for Julian's body. Leonel had forgotten that the Doctor was not nearly as fit as himself. He was damned cripple, not an Inquisitor that boasted abilities beyond normal capabilities. The fact that he'd been able to keep up till now was honestly already amazing.

A little flicker of guilt sparked in Leonel's heart as he looked down on Julian's collapsed body. There was the musky smell of sex in the air even though they technically didn't even go that far!

Alas, it was for the better, especially if a little frottage was going to knock the Doctor out. Leonel got up and went to find a clean cloth. He cleaned up as best as he could, even going as far as shifting the sheets over so they could lay on a cleaner part.

Daylight was upon them, and Leonel should have gone to keep watch, but instead, he snuck into bed next to Julian, wrapping his arms tenderly around the frailer man. He ran his hands across that slight body and pressed gentle kisses along tanned skin. A part of him was disappointed with the fact that Julian was no longer conscious.