“I can’t think with you doing that. Fuck.”
“Should I stop?” He chuckles, dragging my lower lip between his teeth.
“No! Don’t stop. I need to come before I lose my mind.”
“That ship has sailed, baby.”
I moan at the term of endearment. He’s just going with the flow. Too far gone to think.
“Touch me, Julius. Take our cocks out and rub them together. I want to feel your soft skin and hard dick against mine. I want…want…”
With one hand still holding mine, the other roams down my body. I groan at the sudden absence of his weight, but when he cups my erection through my jeans, my whole body shakes.
“More.”
He struggles with the button on my jeans. “Fuck, Constantine. Why are your jeans so fucking tight?”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t checked out my ass at work.”
He growls.
“That’s why.” I move my hands, he releases them, and I quickly undo my jeans and push them and my underwear down. At the same time, I go for Julius’s.
“I don’t know why, but I didn’t think you were a black boxer shorts kind of guy,” he says, his hand hovering over my stomach and making its way down too slowly.
“I’m not, but there isn’t a whole lot of privacy when you live with a teenager.”
He claims my mouth again and wraps his hands around both our cocks before letting his weight settle on top of me again.
My brain completely checks out. Between the grip of his hand, the feel of our cocks rubbing together, his rock-hard body on mine, and the way he claims my mouth, I don’t even know what my name is anymore.
“Tell me I can see them one day,” he rasps, and my brain struggles to remember what he’s talking about.
“Make me come, and I’ll promise anything you want.”
His hand moves between us furiously. The tell-tale sign of an impending orgasm builds from my balls, spreading through my body, leaving me with tingles of pleasure.
This is going to be a good one. I try to stave it off because I’m scared of how good it’ll be. What if no other orgasm matches this one? What if this is the only one I’ll ever have with Julius?
“I can’t be doing a good job if I can’t get you to let go, Constantine.”
“Say my name.”
“Constantine.”
“No…Conn?—”
“Your name is Constantine. I don’t care what other people call you. To me, you’re Constantine. Beautiful, strong, capable. Constantine.”
“Say it again.”
“Constantine. Constantine.”
I hold on to his arms, and with my name coming from his lips, I let go. My release coats my stomach and our cocks.
The high lasts longer than it ever has, but I have enough presence of mind to open my eyes and watch as Julius’s big body locks up and he comes all over me.
He’s so beautiful and gentle. Maybe that’s why I like him. He’s strong but caring.
