“Keep those there.” Kneeling with Cinn’s legs between his, Julien trailed his hands down the underside of Cinn’s arms, squeezing the firm muscles of his biceps, then cupped his cheek briefly before pressing his fingers deep into his left pec, where his ouroboros was inked into his skin. The first tattoo he’d ever gotten.
Julien’s lips danced over the design before he scraped his teeth against it, following the shape of the tiny red snake eating its tail.
When Cinn groaned, attempting to buck his hips upward to little success, Julien held him firm. “You’re going to need a lot more patience than that, darling. I’m nowhere near done yet.”
Indeed, he wasn’t. Julien’s lips traced a feather-light path back up to his right arm, spreading electrifying tingles across his skin, to mouth his Pixies tattoo before lavishing it with attention from his tongue.
Next came the lyrics that curved alongside the bone of his ribs, from Fleetwood Mac’s “Go Your Own Way”. His mother’s favourite song, played so often in his childhood it had never left him. His tattoo artist had thought the words a dig at her, a mantra of his independence, but that had never been his intention.
Julien continued his exploration of Cinn’s tattoos until the only one he hadn’t discovered was the inkwork on his shoulder blade, the near-identical match to the tattoo all of his Feltham Young Offenders crew had given each other—a tiny spider web, as intricate as their poke and stick kit allowed.
And,fuck, now he was thinking of Tyler again. Of his bare shoulder pressed against his chest night after night in their cell together. For almost a year, they’d slept together like that, cocooned in their bed of warmth. Of love.
He swallowed, forcing himself back to the present moment.
Thankfully, that wasn’t particularly challenging, as Julien now had his left nipple between his teeth, tugging on it with the perfect amount of pressure. As he writhed on the floor, a low groan tore itself out of Cinn’s mouth.
Fuck, how much longer was Julien going to make him wait?
“If—” he started, interrupted by Julien tweaking his other nipple at the same time. “Fucking hell! If you don’t touch me soon, I’m going to—”
Lifting his head up, Julien devoured him with his eyes. “Going to what?”
“I’m going to…” A pause, punctuated by his panting gasps. “Scream your fucking house down!”
He smiled wickedly. “Be my guest.”
And with that, he pressed a hard kiss to Cinn’s forehead, sucked his eyebrow bar between his teeth, then nipped along his chin, placing his lips everywhere aside from Cinn’s own, even though Cinn had his mouth slightly parted, his waiting tongue desperate to meet his. However, when Cinn leaned forward to capture Julien’s mouth, he ducked his head, moving down to his neck, licking across skin until he found a spot above his collarbone, sucking hard.
It was okay though, because finally,finally, Julien’s hand was touching his twitching cock, tracing the outline of it through his jeans with gentle fingertips.
“Please,” he choked out. “Is that what you’re waiting to hear?” Because he’d quite happily beg at this point, his desperation for release nearing blackout levels.
But Julien only kept sucking his neck oh-so-softly now while his fingers matched that same pressure.
More tears sprung out of his eyes. He was so far gone; hedidn’t even care.
The sensitivity from his rock-hard erection had cranked up to maximum levels, every tender touch making him lose another fragment of his mind until he wasn’t sure if he was fully conscious, time blending and bending as gentle, torturing waves of euphoria enveloped his body.
Distantly, he became aware that the golden bangle around his wrist had warmed, blocking his body from slipping. Sex hadn’t ever been a trigger before, but there was a first time for everything, particularly when Julien’s tongue was involved, apparently.
“Julien,please.” He tried again. “I… need you to…”
“Shhh.” A finger was placed on his lips, and he opened his mouth to lick it, desperate for some act he could control. “You’re going to come just like this,” he said simply, so matter of fact, then returned to sucking the spot on Cinn’s neck.
Cinn screamed out a noise of outrage, wiggling down the rug, trying to get under him to buck up against him. “I can’t,” he spat.
“Oui, you definitely, definitely can.”
Slamming his head against the rug in frustration, Cinn released his arms from their position above his head, but before he could touch himself, Julien had pinned both of his wrists back to the floor, using both of his hands.
His face filled Cinn’s entire vision, his smile wicked. “If I have to restrain you, then I won’t be able to touch you.”
“I’m going tofucking kill you.”
His aching, torturous pain continued, with Julien mouthing tiny kitten licks in that same spot above his collarbone and applying his excruciating pressure to his throbbing bulge.
“Come for me, Cinn,” Julien whispered into his ear, and then, squeezed his cock hard, just once, but that was enough for Cinn to erupt into his jeans, his blissful ejaculation taking an eternity and a half, Julienfinallyusing his palm to rub him with firm strokes.
