Jules raised their arms, letting him pull the fabric up and away, nerves sparking as the cool air kissed their bare skin. They watched Keaton’s eyes drag over them, slow and deliberate, as he reached out and touched, thumb brushing over Jules’s nipple.
Jules gasped, bucking slightly into the touch.
Keaton smirked. “Sensitive?” He dug a fingernail into the other nipple, causing Jules’s back to arch.
“Ungh,” Jules breathed, but their voice broke on it. “Yeah.”
He leaned down, mouth latching onto the spot he’d just teased, sucking gently. Jules whimpered, their hands threading into Keaton’s hair.
Everything after that moved in slow motion. Keaton kissed down their chest, over their stomach, then knelt to undo Jules’s pants. His fingers were steady, reverent. Jules took off their socks and stepped out of their pants when they dropped, standing in nothing but a pair of briefs that had definitely seen better days. Had they known they’d wind up here tonight, they’d have taken more care when picking out a pair. Now, they’d simply use tonight’s embarrassment as a reason to buy all new.
Keaton pressed his mouth to the sharp line of Jules’s hipbone and murmured, “Gorgeous.”
Jules’s breath stuttered. They weren’t used to this—the compliments, the way Keaton looked at them like they were something to be unwrapped, not just undressed.
Keaton stood again, crowding in close. Jules’s cock strained beneath the thin cotton, leaking already, their body responding faster than their mind could keep up. Keaton cupped their face, kissed them deep, and walked them backward until the backs of Jules’s knees hit the bed.
“Lie down,” he said, voice low and rough.
Jules obeyed, heart hammering. Keaton followed, crawling over them, kissing down their neck, across their chest. When he reached their waistband, he paused. “May I?”
Jules nodded, too breathless to speak.
Keaton eased the fabric down, slow and deliberate, revealing inch after inch of flushed skin. Jules’s cock bobbed up, hard and leaking, and Keaton’s breath hitched.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re so pretty like this.”
Jules’s cheeks burned. “I’m nothing special.”
They were too skinny, too pale. Nothing like Keaton.
Keaton scowled, leaning down to press a kiss to the inside of their thigh. “Keep talking bad about yourself and I’ll think you’re looking to get spanked.” Jules whimpered. “Or not. Sounds like youwantme to redden your perfect little ass. That won’t make for a very effective punishment.”
Jules’s breath hitched as Keaton kissed his way up, dragging his tongue along the length of Jules’s shaft in one excruciatingly slow stroke. Jules cried out, their entire body arching off the bed, every nerve ending alight with sensation. Keaton held them down with one strong arm, the other hand wrapping firmly around their cock, his grip steady and sure.
“Need you,” Jules panted, their voice a ragged whisper. “Keaton—please.”
“I’ve got you,” Keaton said, his voice a low, reassuring rumble as he sucked them in deep.
Jules’s hands flew to Keaton’s shoulders, fingers digging in with desperation. They weren’t going to last—not like this. Not with Keaton’s mouth hot and wet around them, his tongue teasing the underside, his hand stroking what he couldn’t take. The sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation that left Jules trembling.
“Fuck, I’m gonna—” Jules gasped, their breath coming in short, sharp bursts. “Keaton, I?—”
Keaton pulled off with a wet pop, his eyes dark and hungry. “Turn over,” he commanded, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Jules’s spine.
Jules didn’t have time to think. They flipped onto their stomach, legs shaking with anticipation. Keaton kissed down their spine, his hands gentle as he parted Jules’s thighs and spread them open, exposing them completely.
Keaton’s fingers traced the curve of Jules’s ass, then dipped between, teasing the sensitive skin. Jules felt the first swipe of Keaton’s tongue and nearly came on the spot, the sensation so intense it was almost painful.
“Holy shit,” Jules gasped, fists clenching the sheets as they tried to ground themselves in the moment.
“Love how sensitive you are,” Keaton murmured, his tongue delving deeper, a low rumble in his voice that resonated through Jules’s body, igniting every nerve ending. “Could spend all night eating your ass.”
Jules moaned, loud and unrestrained. The sensation was overwhelming, Keaton’s tongue exploring every sensitive crevice, leaving Jules shuddering and desperate.
“Fuck, yeah—please,” they begged, their voice ragged and broken with desire.
Keaton didn’t stop. He rimmed them with a hunger that left Jules shaking, their hole slick and open, begging for more. Each lick, each gentle probe, sent waves of pleasure coursing through Jules’s body, their cock leaking precum onto the sheets.When Keaton finally pulled back, Jules turned their head, voice wrecked with desire as they cried out.
