Julien wants it, too. To push between those plush lips, to make Rafael take it, to swallow him down. It’s something he pictures in private, when he wants to get off quick and easy, not something he actuallyexpected?—
Julien swallows and asks, “Are you sure?”
Rafael grins before he pointedly drops his mouth open again.
Well, if he’s sure.
Julien steps up to the man with as much confidence as he can muster. “If you need to stop, you can pat my thigh, okay?”
As Julien circles himself, pulling with a stiff grip, he runs the fingers of his free hand through Rafael’s curls. His short nails scratch at his scalp, and Rafael’s eyes drift closed again.
He nods, his mouth still open.
Julien holds him firmly, cradling the crown of his head as he works his cock above the slack mouth. “Tongue.”
On command, Rafael extends the muscle. It glistens in the dimmed light, thick and so,sowet.
Julien lets his dick fall onto the surface, and it bounces with a lewd smack.
Rafael doesn’t flinch, not even when a pearl of precum drips from the tip and settles on the surface.
Julien smirks as he swipes his cock head along the outside of the older driver’s mouth, teasing him. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
Debauched, with the shine of precum coating his lips.
“Julien,”Rafael mumbles. His thick lips catch on the dick, distorting the name.“Please.”
Since he asked so nicely, Julien finally presses forward.
His tip drags against the malleable tongue pad as he slowly pushes into the wet heat. Julien moves steadily, feeding his cock to Rafael inch by unbearably slow inch.
He aims up, and back, towards the roof of his mouth instead of his throat. It’s the guy’s first time. He can’t choke him.
Rafael disagrees. He fights against Julien’s hold on his hair, pulling until he has enough leverage to wrap his lips around the cock and suck.
“Jesusfuck!”Julien’s hips stutter, jolting forward into the eager mouth.
Rafael meets each motion, bobbing his head with his eyes tightly shut. His cheeks hollow from the force of his suction, milking Julien with every pull of his thick, wet lips.
It’s too much to resist, and Julien thrusts on instinct, drilling deeper. When he hits the back of Rafael’s throat, he tries to pull out, but the stubborn man grasps his hips and keeps them locked together.
“Tap my leg if it’s too much,” Julien reminds him.
The man shifts, but instead of Julien’s leg, Rafael’s hand falls to his own pelvis. He presses down, grinding against the notably hard bulge in his pants, as the shallow bobbing motion resumes.
He’s getting off to it. Rafaellikesit—he likes sucking cock.
Julien pulls out an inch and drives forward. His head hits the back of Rafael’s throat again, but instead of gagging, the man moans. The rumble of his voice vibrates up Julien’s shaft and settles at the base of his spine.
“How did I get so lucky?” Julien thrusts again and again, plunging deeper with every snap of his hips. Rafael knows the rules and doesn’t move an inch to stop him. “Who would’ve guessed Rafael Souza would be so good at sucking cock?”
The man in question whines, and Julien stutters when the suction increases.
“You’re right. He’s good at everything.”
Julien pushes a little too hard, burying his cock deeper. Rafael sputters, pulling back to cough, but Julien persists, nudging the tight walls of Rafael’s throat until it expands for him.
Moisture gathers in the corners of Rafael’s eyes as he furiously works himself in hand. When did he get his cock out? He’s already soaked, leaking in his pumping fist.
