#shameless juliancest

[juliansleftbuttcheek]

for a (portion) of a request, “..young Ilya and asra before Shit Went Down..”

i hope you don’t mind that i incorporated an idea i’ve been wanting to do myself!! thank you for the request, i hope you like it! 🖤

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“Asra, c’mere! You’ll want to see this.” Julian called from the main room of the shop, and from the tone of his voice he sounded up to no good. As usual. Asra smiled to himself and got up from his seat, making his way downstairs to Julian.

“Oh yeah? Well show it to me, come on then.” Asra hummed, gliding up behind Julian and standing up on his toes to rest his chin on the redhead’s shoulder. Julian grinned proudly and stuck up a photo in front of them, and old and faded thing.

“Always wanted to find a picture of me from when I was younger. I was a fucking sight- Look at this. I would ravish this.” Julian nodded convincingly, still wearing his shit eating grin.

“Oh, wow.” Asra couldn’t help but sat when he saw the figure his lover was referring to. It surely was him, only he was about twenty years younger. The younger Julian looked almost the same, from the vibrant auburn curls to the little smile that suggested he knew something you didn’t. His skin was still snowy white, and his eyes lacked the shadows present under them today. He still looked as beautiful as ever.

Asra noticed he was standing next to (practically on top of) an older, taller man in a long white coat.

“Who’s the guy you were all over?” Asra purred teasingly into Julian’s neck, reaching for his hand so he could pull the picture closer.

Julian gave a nervous little laugh and the magician could almost feel the pale skin under his lips flush.

“I, uh, he was a doctor I met around the time I decided I wanted to study medicine myself. I, t-trained under him.” Julian floundered, despite how hard Asra could tell he was trying to maintain his composure.

“Oh, I’m sure you were under him, Ilya.” Asra smirked, placing a hand on the older man’s hip and squeezing. He chuckled when he felt his boyfriend shudder under his light touch. He and Julian had talked openly about their sex life before meeting, and the doctor seemed to look back amusedly at his more tongue-in-cheek tales from his younger days. Asra could only assume this was one of his flings.

“I mean, look at you. Weren’t you just a pretty thing?” Asra murmured, taking his lips away from Julian’s neck and looking down at the picture again. “It’s a shame I didn’t get a hold of you back then.”

Julian almost fucking choked. The blush was apparent on his cheeks when he stooped slightly to clear his throat. When attempted to turn this into a laugh, it came out as more of a nervous chuckle. His upcoming words were silenced by another kiss from Asra pressed to the side of his throat.

“I want you to go wait upstairs for me, yeah?” The younger man murmured into Julian’s skin, letting a hand slowly creep from his shoulder down to his lower back. His voice had taken on a different tone, one airy and seductive. Gently commanding. “Sit on the bed and close your eyes until I tell you to open them. Can you do that for me?” Asra asked, idly playing with the hem of his lover’s shirt while he spoke.

“Yes, I can.” Julian breathed almost immediately, eager to do anything Asra said. The magician gave a pleased smirk and plucked the photo from Julian’s grip.

“I’ll take that. Go up there and be good for me, Ilya. If you are, oh do I have a reward for you.” Not needing further instruction, the older man practically took flight up the stairs and set off to do as Asra told. Asra looked down at the photo again and smiled wickedly- he knew exactly how he was going to reward Julian.

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Julian was so deep in thought that he almost didn’t hear the clunky footfall coming up the stairs. He’d been sitting on Asra’s bed waiting patiently for almost half an hour, every minute spent in silence only making him more anxious to see what Asra had planned. Julian’s breath caught when the door opened and Asra stepped in. Asra didn’t say a word as he walked towards him, just brought a gloved hand to Julian’s cheek and slid into his lap. Wait- why did Asra put on gloves? The thought was pushed from his mind when his lover eased him back down on the bed.

“You were so good for me, why don’t you open your eyes, angel?” Asra purred, but it wasn’t- Asra’s voice. Julian hesitated for a moment but did as he was told and opened his eyes to meet Asra’s. Except Julian wasn’t looking into the enchanting lavender he’d grown to adore, he was met with cool grey eyes that reminded him of his own. Wait.. they were his own.

Julian was looking at himself. His own 20 year old form was straddling his lap and giving him the filthiest bedroom eyes he’d ever seen. No fucking way..

“A-Asra..?” Julian breathed, bringing a hand up to touch his younger self’s face. Asra only grinned in response and looked his lover up and down.

“Now- you said you’d do what to me, Doctor..?”

[juliansleftbuttcheek]

k but if you ever wanted to make a part two of that piece where asra magics himself into young julian....or even just throw us some hcs about how it would go down...

ohohoho

asra honestly gets turned on thinking about julian being a little slut when he was younger

so naturally when he looks like young julian, he plays it the Fuck Up and is the most shameless little thing julian’s been seen in years

grinds down on Julian’s dick and practically gives him a lap dance, sucks on his fingers, marks him up- the whole works

pinned julian’s hands above his head and rode the absolute fuck out of him, they were both sure that the entirely of vesuvia heard the oddly similar moans

asra begged him for anything and everything in julian’s own desperate voice, but would occasionally break character just to fuck with his lover further

“listen to yourself being a whore, julian..”

“watch how good you can take a cock..”

“was this how you whored yourself into the medical field..?”

“tell me I’m pretty, Doctor”

in short, asra had fun being the bottomiest bottom that ever bottomed