No, not so quickly. Not after the fight he put up.
It takes both of Julien’s hands to completely encircle Rafael’s base, and he squeezes tight. “Easy, baby.” The endearment slips out. “You’re not ready yet.”
“Não!”Rafael shouts. His free fist falls from Julien’s shoulder and pounds against the wall, shaking the heavy frame. “But I was so close!”
“By yourself?”
Julien’s fingers are still slippery when he pops the button of his jeans and wiggles his hips to free his dick. With a soiled hand, he pumps himself a couple of times, slicking his cock.
He’s already achingly hard. Anyone would be with Rafael under his full control.
The Brazilian driver is taller, but not by too much. Julien reaches up onto his toes until their cocks line up.
“What are you?—?”
Julien pushes himself into the grip he already has around Rafael’s base. His own dick is slimmer and shorter, but it’s still a tight squeeze when he thrusts into the narrow space between his thumb and the silk of Rafael’s thick, wet cock.
Julien’s head falls forward, his forehead connecting with Rafael’s good shoulder as they groan together. It’s been so long, he forgot how good frotting could feel.
“Please move,” Rafael breathes.
Julien slowly arches backwards, dragging his cock out away from the grip, then snaps his hips forward again. Both men moan with the sensation, but Julien is already pulling out again.
His hand is stretched to capacity, spanning both members, but Julien chases his high and drives up into the tight space over and over.
Their cocks slide against each other, squeezed so tightly, providing the additional pressure Julien craves with every thrust.
When Julien stutters, Rafael quickly joins in, thrusting opposite of the smaller man with aborted hip movements though he’s practically trapped against the wall.
Julien keeps his slippery grip as tight as possible, his knuckles digging into Rafael’s abs as he drills forward, trapping their cocks between their hard bodies.
Julien doesn’t know Portuguese, but he can tell the Brazilian is close. Again.
Why can’t he just enjoy a good thing?
It’s harder to stop this time, but Julien inhales and loosens his grip. Before Rafael can say another word, Julien’s ring of fingers tightens around his thick base again, holding the man’s release captive.
Rafael cries out, but it devolves into sniffling whines as Julien slowly strokes him. His too-light grip isn’t enough to satisfy, and soon the older man deflates, falling back against the wall again with a whimper.
He doesn’t fight back, he justacceptsit. Rafael takes the punishment—surrendering himself to Julien’s command.
This is complete control.
“Something wrong?” Julien can’t hide the smile in his voice. His cock twitches, and a bead of precum drips to Rafael’s hairy thigh.
“You arecruel.”
He’s heard worse. “Surely you weren’t about to come from a measly handjob?”
“Please.” The word is broken with a sob. Rafael barely lifts his head, just enough for it to fall back against the wall. He leaves his throat exposed, beckoning Julien closer.
“Please…?” Julien can’t help himself. Reaching up on his toes, he licks Rafael’s thick neck with a flat tongue from hollow to jaw. It’s over in seconds, but the warmth, the salty taste of the man’s skin, lingers.
“Por favor. Per favore.Please—please, Julien. I want tocome.”
Well, since he asked nicely.
They’re both already so riled up, so steely hard, that Julien takes both of them between his hands and quickly pumps. “Rafael, the tips. You gotta?—”
