“That’spassion.” Rafael’s eyebrows draw up in the middle, pleading. “I thought about what you said—about how you hate doing this—and you’re right. I can suffer through it one time too. Anything to get back to how we were.”
Suffer through it. That’s not a good basis for a steady relationship.
This was a stupid idea. “Rafael…”
Julien steps back, but Rafael mirrors the movement. He slides one knee forward, then the other.
“Where are you going?”
“I get it, you respect me.” He isn’t running away, but after a few more steps, Julien’s back hits heavy blackout curtains. “You don’t have to force yourself to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“What?” Rafael drops to his hands and slowly crawls the rest of the distance between them. “I can’t promise it’ll be good, but I still want to try. Please let me.”
Jesus, he’s crawling on his hands and knees and everything. Rafael’s asking—begging—to suck his cock, and the only thing Julien can say is, “I dunno…”
“Idoknow.” Again, Rafael halts, kneeling upright in front of him. “I want us to work. Let me prove it to you.”
Instead of waiting for a reply, Rafael closes the distance. He braces himself on Julien’s thighs, his large hands spanning the width of them, and leans in. The ghost of his warm breath seeps through the thin fabric, and Julien moans at the sensation.
“Let me, Julien.” Rafael’s cheek brushes the side of Julien’s trapped, hardening cock as he looks up. “Tell me how to make it good for you.”
Fuck. How can he say no? Julien slips his thumbs under his waistband and pushes down.
Rafael pulls back and stares like he’s entranced by every freshly exposed centimeter of bare skin. He’s seen Julien naked before, but this focus—the reverence—is new.
Once he’s bare, Julien’s cock twitches, bouncing in place. He’s not fully hard yet, but he takes himself in hand and slowly strokes.
“Cocks are pretty straight forward. If you like something, I probably will too.”
Rafael nods with rapt attention. His eyes flick up when he asks, “Can I?—?”
Julien releases his hold, and Rafael’s grip instantly wraps around him. His hand is warmer, thicker, all-encompassing. It’d be better if?—
“Dry hand. Scratchy.”
Rafael pauses mid-stroke. He holds the cock steady in his palm as he leans in and licks a wet line from the base to the tip. His tongue is just as scorching as his hand, and the wet pad flattens against Julien’s skin, drawing the sensation further to the head.
Julien doubles over, one hand clenching around Rafael’s hair, the other digging into the muscle of his shoulder. His cock jerks in Rafael’s solid grip, a drop of precum leaking down the head.
“That easily?” Rafael’s lips are plush when he catches the drop with a kiss. “I can feel you getting harder.”
He tugs Julien’s cock again, picking up speed as he gains confidence. Though his hand is just as dry as before, as Julien fills out, he leaks faster, wetting the area until Rafael’s grip slips with it.
“Mouth,”Julien demands, fully hard and aching. “Your mouth.”
The hand disappears and Julien chokes out a sob.Both. He wantsboththe hand and his mouth. Why did Rafael stop when he had a good thing going?!
Rafael rests back on his ankles, pulling further away. Before Julien can check in, the Brazilian’s eyelashes flutter closed and his jaw hangs open.
He can’t be serious.
“I’m not gonna fuck your face!”
Rafael peeks an eye open. “Why not?”
“Because that’sadvanced. You’re supposed to use some tongue, suck the head—thenormalstuff. Not?—”
“But it wouldn’t be an apology if you didn’t have control.” Rafael’s hair falls out of his eyes as he tilts his head to the side. The movement emphasizes the strong cut of his jaw. “C’mon, I want you to.”
