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As much as Muriel detested both Julian’s presence and company at his home, he hated strangers and venturing into town even more; so having the doctor make a house call to tend to a nasty wound was an unfortunate necessity.

Muriel knew the forest around him well, but it was a living changing environment, and some heavy rains had washed out a patch of sandy subsoil along one of the paths he walked. He managed to catch himself before he took a serious tumble down a hill, but a sharp rock tagged him on the back of his right thigh, leaving a cut that was serious enough to need some stitches. He tended to it as best he could, washing and bandaging it, but eventually relented to Asra’s insistence that a professional look at his injury.

The hermit was a naturally early riser, but he had barely gotten the embers stoked to heat his hut and breakfast before he heard the rapping on his door announcing Julian’s arrival. His face curled in a bit of a snarl as he hadn’t even had time to relieve his morning tension before the doctor had arrived; he would just have to suppress it till later.

“Come in.” He huffed, giving Inanna a pat as he stood.

Julian closed the door behind him and set his doctor bag on the small table as he pulled off his scarf and coat. “Figured I would stop by before I opened the clinic. Don’t think I could find my way in the dark.”

Muriel stood up and simply waited for instruction awkwardly.

“Well let’s take a look. Asra said you had cut your leg?”

Muriel gave a curt nod in response and averted his gaze as he went to drop his pants. Thankfully the furs on his waist allowed him some modesty, but this was more exposed than he was used to. He set the recently-mended pants aside and unwrapped the bandaging he had dressed the wound with, turning around to show the medic.

Julian lowered himself onto one knee to get a closer look at the damage, gloved hands gently prodding at the skin around the cut. “I’m seeing a bit of weeping, so we’ll have to disinfect before I can sew it up, but it doesn’t look to be too serious. It’s safe to say: you’ll live.”

Muriel rolled his eyes in response, but was caught in a bit of a mental battle as he begged his touch-starved skin not to react to the gentle touches on his thigh. “So what do you need me to do?” His voice was low, but the natural bass made him easy to hear.

Julian took a quick glance around the hut, “If you just want to lie chest-down on your bed and get comfortable, I’ll have easy access.” He pulled off his gloves as he went to rummage through his doctor bag, taking out everything he would need and arranging them onto the table to begin sterilizing.

Muriel climbed onto his bed and settled down into the furs, head turned to face the wall as he tried desperately to ignore how good it felt to have his half-erection pressed into the mattress. He flushed fiercely as he felt Julian’s weight shift onto the bed and straddle his calves so he could reach the injury.

“I’m going to disinfect the cut first, and it’s going to sting, but then I have a topical anesthetic so you won’t feel pain as I apply the sutures.” He saw Muriel give a nod of understanding, and took his forceps in hand with a cotton ball soaked in wound cleaning solution, dabbing it gingerly to the wound.

The sting was instant, and it made Muriel suck in a breath, but he let out a grunt as the surprise of it subsided and he was able to relax again. He noted how careful Julian was to minimize his pain, and how professional he was being about this; remarkably unlike him any other time they’ve been in each other’s presence. When the cut was clean, he felt a cool jelly-like substance applied to his skin and spread around with a swab.

“I’m going to give that a few minutes to reach full numbness, so just sit tight.” He maneuvered off the bed and made his way back to the small table to grab his suturing needle and thread, and prepare them for the job ahead.

Out of curiosity, Muriel turned his head to look over at what Julian was doing while his back was turned, but with the doctor’s body in between, he ended up simply looking directly at Julian’s ass. Which was… a nice ass. Julian might be tall and lanky, but he was no stranger to hard work or running from authority, and the definition definitely showed in his ass and thighs. When Julian turned around again Muriel practically jumped like he had been caught red handed, but if the doctor noticed, he said nothing. He swallowed hard, his heart hammering in his chest, and he attempted to will his face and his loins from heating with little success.

Julian resumed his position, placing some testing pressure on the skin with his forceps. “Feel any pain?”

Muriel shook his head, “I can feel you pressing down, but no pain.”

“Perfect, then I'm going to begin closing the wound. Let me know if you feel any pain, alright?”

The sensation was interesting. Muriel had gotten stitches in the past, but those had been done quick, sloppy, and without anything to ease the pain. This was a breeze by comparison. He could feel the thread tugging at his skin and the tightness when Julian tied a knot, but not even a hint of pain. He could feel Julian’s cool skin as he just barely rested the edges of his palms on either side of the wound to steady his hands as he worked. What he wouldn’t give for Julian to run his hands further up his thigh... Aaand now he was just torturing himself. He buried his face in his pillow as he could feel himself getting hard.

Julian finished up the last stitch and securely tied the thread so it wouldn’t unravel on him. He stood once more, “Now if you want to just sit on the edge of your bed I can get that bandaged up for you.”

Muriel’s heart was pounding. He was full mast with no pants on, and Julian would for sure notice his erection while bandaging. “I-I can bandage it up myself, you can get going.”

“Nonsense. It wasn’t nearly as bad as Asra made it seem, so I have more than enough time, and I’m not one to leave the job half done. Now come on, up you go.” He held the bandages in his hand expectantly.

Well, if people could die of embarrassment, Muriel was about to find out. He pushed himself up with his arms and carefully moved his legs over the side of the bed, sitting up slowly and staring at the far wall of his hut, beat red in the face and refusing to look Julian’s way.

Julian casually knelt down, unrolling a length of the bandage and positioning it, then gently wrapping it around Muriel’s thick thigh, smoothing the cloth out with a gentle caress of his palm on each rotation around the leg.

This drove Muriel absolutely wild, but he was trying to retain his disinterested outward appearance (and failing horribly). He let out a shaky breath, and then saw Julian look up to him from the corner of his eye, and swallowed hard as he turned to look back.

Julian’s voice was low when he talked again, “Is there anything else you’d like me to help you with?” He had finished bandaging, but his hands remained on Muriel’s thigh.

Muriel could feel his cheeks burn from the question, and his heartbeat was loud in his eardrums. He snapped his head quickly back to the side to avert his gaze. “No. It’s fine. I-I’m fine.”

Julian just smiled to himself and picked himself up off the floor, coyly shifting himself to sit on Muriel’s lap face-to-face with the man. He thought it was cute how Muriel looked about ready to implode. He took his hand and cupped the cheek on the far side of Muriel’s face, gently coercing the hermit to turn his head back to look at him. “Let me rephrase; I would be very happy to help you with your… situation.” His hand tenderly slid down Muriel’s strong neck, and rested on his shoulder. As much as Julian wanted to come out and just ask the mountain of a man to rail him into next month and bend his spine in half, he knew how shy, reserved, and alone Muriel was, and didn’t want to scare him off.

Muriel’s eyes darted all over Julian’s face, trying to decipher if this was a joke or some kind of trick, but just saw patience and understanding. He looked down and took a deep breath, trying to slow his racing thoughts and swallow past the lump in his throat. He couldn’t formulate an answer, and he just leaned forward and rested his forehead against Julian’s shoulder.

Pleasantly surprised, Julian brought his other hand up and ran his fingers through the dark locks, waiting patiently for the man to gather his thoughts. “I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, but I need you to speak your consent.”

Muriel could feel his jaw quiver as he lifted his head slightly, wetting his lips and taking a steadying breath, mouth next to Julian’s ear, voice but a whisper, “Yes… please.”

Julian felt a shiver run down his spine and his brow tensed as he felt that electricity go straight to his cock. The hand that was resting on Muriel’s shoulder trailed feather-light down the pecs and abs of the hermit that were thick with muscle, Julian’s mind racing with all the thoughts of how Muriel could manhandle him. With a turn of his wrist, the doctor’s hand descended further and palmed Muriel’s aching erection through his furs, making the redhead bite his lip when he got a feel for the girth of the man and a low moan in response to his touches. With his free hand, he caressed Muriel’s scarred bicep, cupping the elbow and maneuvering the man’s paw of a hand to rest on his waist. “Touch me however you like. And if I do anything you don’t like, tell me and I’ll stop immediately, no questions asked.”

Muriel nodded his understanding and gave the slim doctor’s hip an experimental squeeze. He began to massage the muscle, but was too unpracticed to feel comfortable letting his hands wander freely. He brought his other hand to Julian’s waist as he was rubbed gingerly through the pelts, his heart wanting to hammer out of his chest. He froze when Julian began to close the distance between them, but sucked a breath in through his teeth when the doctor dipped his head down and he felt a hot tongue grace his neck, the act making his cock jump.

Julian was absolutely relishing every response and every sound that came out of the hermit. He licked, kissed, and scraped his teeth gently along the exposed bits of Muriel’s neck and shoulders, but never bit down; he wanted this to be pure pleasure for the gentle giant. He smirked to himself when Muriel finally relaxed again, and tilted his head back just slightly whether consciously or not. But it was Julian’s turn to flush when he felt the hands slowly move from his hips down to his ass and squeeze him firmly. He let out a soft moan and exhaled a hot breath, teasing at Muriel’s skin.

The sound of Julian moaning so close to his ear made Muriel’s skin prickle, and he desired more. If he could assuredly say anything about Julian, it was that he knew the man liked pain. While he had no intention of actually hurting the doctor, he had an idea to wring out another of those delicious moans. With one hand still massaging Julian’s taut ass, his other hand trailed back up his hip and threaded under his billowy white shirt. Muriel’s large calloused hand felt up the slender stomach of the redhead, and he could feel the slight muscle twitches in his abdomen as he went. But when Muriel reached his pecks, he found one of Julian’s nipples, and he took it firmly in thumb and forefinger and gave it a sharp pinch and twist.

The unexpected jolt made Julian sit up straight and arch his back, gasping at the bliss of pain and pleasure. He bit his lip to keep from drooling and let out a low contented moan, trying to still his hips from grinding up into Muriel. “Heh, I guess you know me a little better than I thought.” He sat back onto Muriel’s legs a bit and met eyes with the larger man. “Would you remove your pelts? I’d like to use my mouth on you.”

Muriel flushed at the bold request, but nodded and waited for Julian to rise before he started on his numerous belts.

In the meantime, Julian -not wanting to be fully clothed while Muriel sat exposed- removed his shirt and placed it by his things, then went over to his bag, rummaging around until he found his bottle of lubricant and turned around to have the breath almost knocked out of him. The look of Muriel’s thick cock out on display was even bigger than it had felt in his hand.

Muriel practically pouted under the other man’s gaze, “Do you really keep that in your doctor’s bag?”

Julian let out a breathy chuckle, “It’s for more than just sex.” He placed a hand on Muriel’s knee as he lowered himself to the floor on his knees, the leather of his boots a good barrier against the clay flooring. He poured a good amount of lubricant from his bottle before setting it beside him and warming it up by massaging it in his dominant hand.

Looking down at Julian sitting between his legs, so close to his exposed loins was making Muriel nervous that he was going to be too much to handle. He was aware that he was well-endowed, both in girth and length, and that he may be too large for most people. “Are you sure you’re going to be alright?”

Julian looked up to him with his signature seductive smirk, “Oh, I’m going to be more than alright.” He brought his slickened hand up to Muriel’s stiff shaft and felt it twitch at the contact. The poor man was already near bursting, the attention almost overwhelming after so many years without. Julian stroked him ever so slowly as he planted kisses up the insides of Muriel’s massive thighs. When he heard the dark haired man begin to pant, Julian inched closer and eyed up the challengingly sized cock before him, wetting his lips and dipping his head down to get a taste of the precum leaking from the flushed head.

Muriel’s hips bucked when he felt the hot tongue lave against his aching head, his hands wringing the furs on his bed as he tried his best to hold still while he watched Julian work his magic. He had to squeeze his eyes shut as the doctor started to take his length into his mouth. The silky hot wetness of his mouth and tongue was a piece of heaven that Muriel was experiencing for the first time. The sensation was making him sweat and his arms shake in resistance.

Muriel was big , but Julian wasn’t one to turn down a challenge. Just taking in the head made his jaw ache in the most delectable way. His actions were slow and calculated, gradually working his way down Muriel’s length inch by throbbing inch, tongue swirling and cheeks sucking at the tender flesh, and drooling as he went. He couldn’t help but palm himself through his trousers with his off hand.

Muriel wasn’t a vocal person, but the way that Julian was working over his cock with that mouth of his wrung strangled moan after moan from deep in his belly where he felt a tension rapidly growing. He threaded his fingers through the crimson locks with a shaking hand as Julian continued to swallow down more and more of his length. He brought his other hand to caress the redhead’s face with the backs of his fingers, and a jolt shot through his stomach when Julian met his gaze. He slid a single finger under a strap of Julian’s eyepatch and gently lifted the fabric off the man’s face, letting it fall to the ground.

The action was curious to Julian, but after blinking a few times to adjust to the lighting he really didn’t mind the absence. He watched Muriel as he bobbed his head, the man flushed and hot all through his face and chest, eyes half lidded and dark with lust. He knew the end was drawing near; he was almost certain Muriel was so hard it was probably beginning to hurt. But he would give him something to keep him warm for many many nights to come. His deft fingers slick with lube massaged Muriel’s balls as he sank as low onto that thick cock as he could possibly manage, trying his best not to choke himself as he felt it stretch his throat.

Muriel’s thighs tensed, and it took all his willpower not to squirm or buck, and as much as he didn’t want to relinquish, his body was drawn to its limit. A few more bobs of Julian’s head and he could feel his climax about to crash through him like a tsunami. “Julian.” He panted out the warning, clenching his hand and pulling at the doctor’s hair. He was expecting Julian to pull off of him before he started to cum, but the man just moaned around his cock and doubled down on his efforts to swallow him down. More worried about Julian’s wellbeing than he himself seemed to be, Muriel twisted his hair more roughly, pulling him off his cock, the last of his cum spilling across the redhead’s face.

Julian sat there a moment, mouth open and panting, quite the sight with his mismatched eyes, mussed hair, and face dripping with spunk. He felt Muriel’s hand loosen in his hair, and gently rub his scalp where the hair was pulled. “I tried my best to take it all, but I’d need a little more practice.” his voice was destroyed, but he didn’t seem to give a single care about it.

Muriel gave him a hand up to sit on the bed beside him, and saw just how strained his erection was against his pants. He figured it was only right to pay back the favor, but he wasn’t sure what Julian liked. “What do you want me to do for you?”

He got that mischievous look in his eyes and couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear at just the thought. “What do I want? I want to ride your cock until I can’t stand .” His head was still spinning from the blowjob and he figured this was his only shot to get the mountain of muscle to destroy him.

Ah. There was the Julian that Muriel knew. Unabashedly horny and a complete masochist. Muriel sighs and hands Julian a rag to clean his face as he thinks over the proposition. He certainly enjoyed everything that just happened, and the fact that he hadn’t even gone back to half flaccid after that orgasm meant that he was certainly physically able. “I have one condition.”

“Of course. You name it.” Julian’s eyes lit up.

“You tell no one. Not a soul, Julian.” He put on his best threatening face, though he was unsure if a threat of physical violence was even a deterrent for the doctor.

He lifted one hand in the air and put the other over his heart, “Physician’s honor. Not a soul.”

“You’re sure you’ll be alright?” He knew Julian could take a beating, but Muriel had more than his fill of hurting people in his lifetime.

As much as Julian wanted to joke that he hopes not , he didn’t want to scare Muriel off the notion. “I’m pretty aware of my limits. I’ll be fine. You can just lie back and I’ll do the rest.”

Muriel however had other plans. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. He shifted off the bed to collect some items. “Lie down.” He commanded in his deep voice, and while Julian was confused, he was infallibly obedient. Muriel grabbed the bottle of lubricant on the ground and Julian’s scarf, walking over to the headboard. “Lift your arms up.”

Now Julian caught on to what was going on and quickly complied, offering up his thin wrists to be bound and tied. He bit his lip as the cloth was wrapped and secured down, testing the restraints and nodding that they were acceptable. This was turning out to be better than he’d hoped.

Muriel set the lube within easy reach, and helped Julian out of his ridiculously long boots. Then he got to peel the tight black pants off those sharp pale hips, letting Julian’s erection spring free from their confines. Now completely nude, Muriel drank in the sight of the man completely at his mercy before him with a face already dripping with lust. He ran his hands up those long legs, massaging Julian’s toned thighs and spreading the man’s legs apart.

Julian licked his lips and practically moaned in anticipation as he watched Muriel coat his fingers in lube. “If I just become a babbling mess, there’s no need to stop. That’s a good sign.”

“You’re always a babbling mess.”

Julian opened his mouth to defend himself, but then stopped and closed his mouth as he contemplated and then nodded his head “You’re not wrong.”

Despite himself, that brought a bit of a smile to Muriel’s face. “Please tell me to stop if you need it.”

“Only if you promise not to stop if I say nothing.” He said with a shit-eating grin.

“Ilya, I’m serious.”

The use of that name made him drop the bastard attitude and he just smiled calmly. “I promise.”

Satisfied, Muriel brought his slicked up fingers to Julian’s entrance and teased at his hole, delighting in the pleased hum coming from the redhead. Although his fingers were thick, the first was easy enough to press in, and it made Julian’s eyes flutter. Although the doctor was bound, that certainly didn’t stop him from trying to writhe around and grind himself down on the digit for more friction.

“You’re incorrigible.” Muriel breathed out low, but couldn’t deny how the sight of the lust filled man spread out in front of him fueled his own desire.

“And unapologe -tic!” The last syllable hiccupped out as Muriel prodded inside him, quickening his breath and making his head spin. He let out a whimpering moan as the electric feeling made his toes curl. “Right there, yes…” It took all his focus and restraint not to just ride himself to completion on just that finger, reminding himself that there was so much more to come.

Satisfied with his exploration, he drew the finger back towards him, recoating the digit and pairing it with another before pressing back inside the doctor, careful of the resistance and coaxing him to relax.

“Bloody hell Muriel, I never took you for such a tease.” He whined as the fingers scissored him open, calloused thumb massaging circles on his taint. His fists flexed and relaxed a few times as he tried his best to relieve his nervous tension. “Please, fuck me already.”

“Hush, Julian. Be a good boy.” Muriel crooned gently as he added a third finger, making sure Julian was good and relaxed and ready for him. When he felt that the doctor was thoroughly prepped, he removed his fingers and took the lubricant in hand, making sure every inch of his dick was well coated. 

Cock in hand, he lined himself up with that tight ring of muscle, pressing in ever so gingerly. Although Julian was so deliciously tight, his worry for the slimmer man superseded his lust, and he watched closely for any signs to stop. But the redhead seemed to be lost in his haze of pleasure, head back and trembling, breathy moans unable to be contained as inch by inch he was filled to near breaking.

Julian had never had anything close to Muriel’s level of endowment before, and he couldn’t help but savor the sweet stinging burn of being so utterly stretched. He wanted to raise his hips, participate in his wrecking, but his legs wouldn’t - couldn’t respond. Nor could he press himself down onto the larger man for more, he was held still with a strong hand on his hip. But he had to admit, he liked the feeling of being helpless in this situation. It was the last few inches that really made his mind swim and nearly made his eyes roll back, and just having him pressed that deep was threatening his already fragile stamina to break.

Hearing no protest, Muriel started an agonizingly slow pace, mind slowly drifting off the worry of hurting Julian and onto how good he felt around his dick. He studied the way he affected Julian; the way his chest moved erratically with his panting, his trembling jaw and shaking legs, the deep flush spread across his pale flesh, his cock strained and weeping against his abdomen, tousled hair and brow knit with the finest dewy sheen of sweat. He was a beautiful man, and even more so when laid completely bare and wracked with pleasure.

“Mm- ah, fuck! Please , Muriel I- mnn.” Julian began to babble through his moans, drowning in the waves of sensation crashing over him, his brain unable to string together a coherent thought.

Muriel ticked the speed gently faster as he took Julian’s untouched length in hand, giving him long languid strokes in time with his rocking thrusts, and brought the doctor to the point of almost howling as he wrestled against the restraints.

Julian tried feebly to thrust into Muriel’s hand as his climax roaringly overtook any semblance of resistance on his part, every muscle in his body taut. Although his voice was raspy and worn, he pleadingly choked out, “Please, don’t stop.”

Muriel didn’t need more convincing. He could feel his own climax building, and the thought of finishing in Julian was far too delectable to argue. Overstimulating Julian was certainly a kink Muriel could get behind. Feeling Julian’s body tense around him, seeing his cock bounce as his balls clenched, strung out from his orgasm peaking multiple times. Muriel raised Julian’s hips up, holding him firm as he gave his last few confident thrusts, thighs shuddering as he came. He couldn’t help but hunch over as the climax ripped through him, the waves making all his muscles clench like they were trying to wring every last drop of pent up sexual frustration and fuck it deep into Julian’s ass.

After a few moments of panting and getting his bearings about him, Muriel carefully removed himself and sat back on his heels, pushing his sweat soaked hair out of his face. “Are you alright?”

Julian simply hummed, his whole body thrumming and warm and his mind drunkenly fuzzy. He opened his eyes as he felt Muriel lean over him to untie his restraints and massage away the marks on his wrists. He managed to wriggle himself over enough that Muriel could lie beside him, slotted between him and the wall, and was caught by surprise when Muriel scooped him in close and held him. Chin on his head, large strong arms wrapped snug around his lithe frame; Julian could feel the heaviness in his eyes as he melted into the warm and doting embrace. “Better than alright.” He closed his eyes, lying to himself that it would only be a moment. Eventually the doctor’s breathing slowed and drew deeply, completely at ease in the hermit’s presence.

The clinic would just have to survive without their leech-loving physician for today, Muriel thought as he pulled a pelt up over the both of them, settling in for what he was anticipating to be a deep rejuvenating slumber.