While Julien is still looking down, Rafael leans in and kisses his forehead. It’s romantic, almost. Julien looks up in horror, but Rafael is already padding into the next room.
Fuck, this is too much. Julien tries to collect himself, but it’s easier to grab the rest of the sake bottle and upend it over his mouth.
It has roughly the same effect.
In the bedroom, Rafael stands completely nude in front of the low bed, shifting his weight back and forth on the tatami mat.
He fiddles with his brace. A black strap reaches over his good shoulder, landing between his bare pecs, and another wraps around. He’s already half hard, and his thick cock bounces as he struggles to hook the clip.
“Let me adjust this for you.” Julien loosens the horizontal strap, extending it as far as he can. “I want your other arm in here. Down.”
Rafael hesitates for a moment before complying. His left arm drops with defeat, and the limb looks so meaty as the strap tightens around it, digging into the flesh of his muscle.
“Good.” Once he’s satisfied, Julien checks the fit. “Let me see you move. Tell me if it’s too tight.”
Rafael struggles, his forearm lifting but falling limply. “It’s not too tight.” His erection bobs with the movement, notably harder than before. The tip glistens, already so wet with precum.
Julien grasps the leaking cock and pumps lazily as Rafael jolts and curls inwards.
“You receive an STI panel with your medical charts, right?”
Rafael nods as his arms fight against the restraints. He’ll give in soon enough. “Weekly.”
“I wouldn’t find any surprises, would I?”
The Brazilian driver shakes his head. “Always use protection. Never know, with the fans.”
“Always?” It’s a shame if that’s a hard limit. “How would you feel about going raw tonight? About coming so deep inside me, you’re still leaking out during our flight tomorrow?”
Rafael fuckingwhimpersbefore nodding.
Julien has never felt so powerful. He walks the larger man backwards by the shoulders until his calves hit the low mattress. “Sit.”
Rafael obeys.
Julien stacks a few pillows against the short, wooden headboard. It's enough for the man to be propped up at a slight incline—to be able to watch without touching. “Scoot back and lay down.”
Rafael obeys.
The head of his cock is violently red, and it twitches as another bead of precum gathers at the tip.
“Gorgeous.” The pearl of liquid draws Julien in until he ducks down, wraps his lips around the bulbous head, and sucks.
Rafael jolts, but at the angle he’s in, there isn’t enough purchase for him to thrust. His heels slip on the thick white duvet, and his body moves up the bed instead of into Julien’s mouth.
Perfect.
Julien doesn’t want Rafael to come like this, so he teases the man, lapping up his precum and focusing all of his efforts on his glans instead of the base or shaft. Without the fear of choking, Julien can appreciate the musk, the salty taste, and the truecoreof Rafael.
A writhing motion catches Julien’s attention, and he pops up to watch Rafael fight harder against the restraints. “Are you still good?”
“Yeah, I—” Rafael gasps. “I can’t move my arms.” His good arm struggles until his fingertips glide over Julien’s cheek.
“You aren’t supposed to.” Julien tucks the offending hand under Rafael’s back. “Move this again and I’ll blindfold you. This isn’t your reward anymore, it’s mine.”
With a whine, Rafael’s dick jerks and another glob of precum drips to his stomach. He likes the rough approach—likes being tied up and ordered around.
That’s so fucking hot.
