As if reading his mind, Greg shuts off the spray, throws a towel toward Julien, and remarkably without slipping, they race to the bedroom, erections bobbing in front of them like homing signals.
Greg vaults onto the mattress first, landing on his back, undulating his fingers for Julien to join him. But Julien doesn’t. Not right away. He stands at the foot of the bed, hopelessly trying to contain his smile.
Greg fits there. It’s as simple as that.
Everything in the room, from the bed to the bookshelves to the dresser to the arsenal of sex toys, relabels itself fromJulien’stotheirs.
“Hold on,” Julien says, walking over to his neatly folded pants and producing his phone from the front pocket. He opens the camera app.
“What are you doing?” Greg asks, legs spread across the duvet, one arm up behind his head, armpit hair exposed.
“Capturing the moment. Your first night.” Julien adjusts the lighting a tad, hoping one picture can encapsulate the massive feelings stacking up inside him. “This will just be for me. For us. Is that okay?”
Greg settles in on the bed a little farther, allows his smile to dip more naturally. Julien takes the photo, knowing full well he will treasure this image forever.
“How do I look?” Greg asks when Julien stands there too long, bouncing his eyes between the screen and the gorgeous man awaiting him on the bed. How has he gotten this lucky?
“Good enough to taste.” Julien locks his phone and gives Greg a cheeky smirk before crawling between his live-in boyfriend’s legs and swallowing him whole. He suctions his mouth onto him, relishing the taste of clean skin and pre-come.
Keeping his lips locked around Greg’s expanded head, Julien wraps his right hand around the thick shaft and massages Greg’s hair-dusted balls with his left. Greg’s whole body trembles, cock growing harder and longer, stretching toward the back of Julien’s throat.
Julien senses Greg’s balls tightening under his touch.
“Julien, hold up,” Greg says, panting between the words.
Julien lets up but only slightly. “It’s okay, Greg. I want you to let go for me.” Julien’s normally traitorous, unholdable tongue dances around Greg’s head, laps inside Greg’s slit. Julien is hungry, and he knows it doesn’t take Greg long to reload. Besides, it’ll be easier to get the double fucker (that’s what the toy packaging called it) around Greg if he’s flaccid.
Julien wants to ride that to orgasm tonight. Maybe more than once. At least until the break of dawn. Until they break the bed. Until they break the universe with their love.
Love, love, love.Julien hears the word chanted from every cell in his body.
“If you’re sure,” Greg says, flopping back again, raking his hands through his thick dark hair in apparent ecstasy. “You’re getting me so close.”
“Come for me,” Julien says, and then swallows Greg’s load. Every delicious, salty, wonderful drop of it.
Breathing heavily, they both take a beat. Greg looks at Julien with orb-like eyes, making Julien feel like he’s made of starlight, like he’s glowing brighter than he ever has before.
Still horny, Julien grabs the toy and the corresponding bottle of lube. Carefully, he slicks the inside of the ring and, gently so as not to torture Greg’s sensitive, post-orgasm penis, Julien slips the silicone around Greg’s balls and shaft.
The dildo flops forward, calling to Julien. And Julien can tell Greg won’t be tapped out for long because right underneath, the dildo flexes as Greg’s cock comes alive again. To incentivize Greg even more, Julien turns away, parts his knees, and gives Greg an unobstructed show of where he wants him.
Reaching back, he slicks himself. Ever since his trip to the sex shop after the going-away-turned-welcome-home party, Julien has been prepping for this on his own, and Greg has unwittingly been helping on nights they weren’t consumed with repacking all of Greg’s belongings.
It took fingers, several increasing sizes of silicone and glass butt plugs, and Julien’s more girthy dildos to get him to the point where he knew, against all decency, that the alluring, nearly eviscerating stretch of Greg’s cock plus one would be exactly what he craved. An unmatched fullness.
Now, he displays his hard work for Greg with pride, unperturbed by how unwound he might look after a long, tiresome day. There’s not an ounce of fatigue in his body. His energy surges from the head of his dick out through the rest of his body.
Suddenly, Julien senses a second slickness at his hole—one cool and one inferno-hot. Opening his eyes, he’s greeted by the tops of Greg’s large bare feet. He’s bracketing Greg’s bulky thighs, and the double-headed hydra of his dreams is pressed up against his spot.
“Yes,” Julien moans as he sits back, accepting both tips at once, little by little. He has to focus on his breathing. No amount of prep could live up to the real thing. And the real thing is...whoa.
A head rush overtakes Julien as he flips onto his feet and squats down. Stretching and extending himself past the limits he previously believed possible.
“You’re doing great, Julien,” Greg says.
Julien never had much of a praise kink, but from Greg, he’d accept the affirmations gladly. They inspire him to drop lower, until he’s entirely speared. Breathless. Overcome.
They hold there. Greg strokes Julien’s back reassuringly, while obviously trying not to move his cock too much. Julien can barely handle this spectacular sensation. Any newness entered into the mix could kill the moment.
