Keaton captured Jules’s lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming over their body, exploring every curve and line. They fell onto the bed together, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Keaton’s hands found the hem of Jules’s shirt, pulling it up and over their head, revealing their smooth skin. He trailed kisses down their neck, his teeth grazing their collarbone, drawing a moan from deep within Jules. They arched into his touch, their body aching for more.
Jules’s hands worked feverishly at Keaton’s belt, their fingers clumsy in their haste. Keaton chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down Jules’s spine. He helped them, his hands steady as he undid the belt, his eyes never leaving Jules’s face.
They undressed each other slowly, their touches lingering, their kisses deep and passionate. When they were finally naked, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, they paused, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room.
“I love you,” Keaton whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “I’m going to miss the hell out of you. Now that I’m used to having you in the bed next to me, it’s going to be impossible to sleep alone.”
Jules’s heart swelled with love, their eyes filling with tears. It was nice to hear Keaton was having some of the same thoughts they were. It made them wonder again why they were going through with this.
“I love you too,” they said, their voice choked with emotion. It felt freeing to finally say they words they’d been holding back for a while now. There’d been no doubt this was a love like they’d never felt before, but they’d worried it was too soon for such declarations. Hearing Keaton say the words first felt like a huge weight off their chest. “So much. And there’s nothing to say we can’t still have sleepovers.”
“Very true. When you put it that way, it sounds fun.” Keaton chuckled, shaking his head. “What in the hell have you done to me? I used to want nothing more than peace and quiet, but now, I’d do just about anything to spend more time with you.”
“I’m just that entertaining, I guess.” Jules’s eyes were bright with a confidence that hadn’t been there earlier in the day. “And right now, I plan on entertaining the hell out of you.”
Keaton’s breath caught as Jules pressed against him. His hands found Jules’s waist, thumbs brushing over their narrow hips. The touch sent a visible shiver through Jules.
“Is that so?” Keaton’s voice dropped to a rough whisper, the kind that always made Jules’s skin prickle with anticipation. He leaned down, lips hovering just above theirs, not quite touching. “I think I like the sound of that.”
Jules’s hands slid across the warm plane of his stomach, feeling the muscles tense beneath their touch. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” they admitted, voice soft and a little unsteady.“Even when I was worried about everything else, I kept thinking about having you here with me tonight.”
The confession hung between them, more intimate than any touch. Keaton’s expression softened, the hunger in his eyes tempered by something deeper. He cradled Jules’s face between his palms, his thumbs tracing the curve of their cheekbones with a reverence that made Jules’s chest ache.
“That’s good to hear because I was hoping you’d let me try out this new bed with you,” he murmured, the words both promise and permission.
Their lips met, not in the frantic clash Jules had imagined all day, but in something slower, more deliberate. Keaton kissed like he was memorizing them, like each press of his mouth was mapping territory he never wanted to forget. Jules melted into it, hands sliding up Keaton’s back, feeling the shift of muscle and bone beneath their fingertips.
Jules traced the scar on Keaton’s shoulder, the result of a job site accident years before they’d gotten together. Keaton’s fingers found the constellation of freckles across Jules’s collarbone, his lips following the path his touch had blazed.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Keaton breathed against Jules’s skin, the words vibrating through them. His hands slid down their sides, thumbs pressing into the hollow of their hipbones, drawing a soft gasp from Jules’s parted lips.
Jules arched into the touch, their body responding with an honesty their words sometimes couldn’t match. “Need you,” they whispered, eyes half-lidded, a flush spreading across their chest. “Need to feel you.”
The press of skin against skin drew twin sighs from their lips, the contact electric and grounding all at once. Jules’s legs wrapped around Keaton’s waist, drawing him closer, their bodies finding the familiar rhythm that still somehow felt new every time.
Keaton’s mouth traveled down Jules’s neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just beneath their ear, pulling a trembling moan from deep in their throat. His hands mapped the contours of their body with practiced precision, knowing exactly where to touch, how much pressure to apply to make Jules writhe beneath him.
“Please,” Jules gasped as Keaton’s tongue traced the hollow of their throat, their fingers threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan against their skin.
Keaton smiled against their collarbone, his breath hot as he worked his way lower. “Patience,” he murmured, his voice a vibration against Jules’s sternum. “I want to taste every inch of you first.”
His mouth continued its deliberate journey downward, tongue tracing the dip between Jules’s ribs, teeth scraping gently across the tender skin of their stomach. Jules’s breath hitched, their body arching off the mattress as Keaton’s hands gripped their thighs, spreading them wider.
The first touch of his tongue between their legs had Jules crying out, fingers clutching desperately at the sheets. Keaton took his time, alternating between gentle licks and more insistent pressure, his hands holding Jules’s trembling thighs apart as they fought to close around his head. Jules had to clench their eyes closed when Keaton took their entire length to the back of his throat, swallowing around his shaft. Their balls tightenedwith the need to come, but as badly as they needed release, this wasn’t how they wanted to climax.
“Keaton,” Jules panted, their voice breaking on his name. They pushed his head away from their cock. “I need more. Please.”
He looked up, his eyes dark with desire, lips glistening. “Tell me what you need,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I want to hear you say it.”
Jules swallowed hard, their chest heaving. “Your fingers,” they managed, cheeks flushing deeper. “Inside me. Please.”
Keaton’s smile was almost predatory as he reached for the nightstand drawer, extracting a bottle of lube. Jules hadn’t even realized there was anything in the drawers, but they were grateful their boyfriend had thought ahead. The snap of the cap echoed in the quiet room, followed by the slick sound of Keaton coating his fingers. Jules watched, transfixed, as he warmed the gel between his fingertips.
The first press of his finger against their entrance had Jules gasping, their head falling back against the pillow. Keaton worked slowly, carefully, his other hand stroking Jules’s thigh in soothing circles as he eased one finger inside.
“More,” Jules breathed, their hips lifting to meet his hand. “I can take more.”
