Rafael closes his eyes and releases a shaky breath, admitting defeat. He lays heavier on the thin pillows that prop him up, surrendering himself.
Julien's core tightens and his dick twitches as he watches the larger man give in.
Absolutely beautiful.
The lube is still on the nightstand where he set it, and Julien slides off Rafael’s prone body to retrieve it. While standing, he finally drops the hotel towel.
Rafael strains to watch, his eyes round and focused on Julien’s midsection.
Of course he’s rock hard. Rafael does that to most people.
Julien slicks up his cock, jerking himself languidly while Rafael studies him with rapt attention. His mouth hangs open and everything.
Not straight. Got it.
“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you.” Julien pours more lube into his palm before finally wrapping his hand around Rafael’s shaft.
“Hnnnnggg!!!”
After the initial jolt against his restraints, the man quickly lays back with a moan. He’s learning.
“It’s difficult to give up control.” Rafael’s eyelashes flutter as he stares up at the ceiling. “It feels sogood, though. Not having to think about what to do next. Letting it happen.”
“Good.”
Julien climbs onto the bed and straddles Rafael’s muscular thighs. With a dip of his hips, he presses their cocks together, chasing the warm, slippery pressure between them.
Rafael groans as he makes a pathetic little thrusting motion, urging the Frenchman to do more, be more, press harder. It’s cute, but useless when his feet slide out from under him.
Julien mindlessly rocks with him, relieving some of the pressure as he coats the fingers of his left hand with lube. Once his digits are nice and slicked, he tosses the bottle to the middle of the mattress and grasps Rafael’s free pec with his dry right hand.
“I haven’t done this in a while, so I’m going to go slow.” Julien shifts his weight forward, pressing deeper into the meaty muscle as he reaches back. His eyes stay locked onto Rafael’s dark expression while he circles his own rim, dipping in to wet it both inside and out as much as possible.
In, out, in, out. Even after Julien has fully opened himself, the tight ring of muscle still grips his thin fingers. “Don’t jostle me or it’ll hurt.”
Rafael nods quickly—so eager to please. “Yeah, take your time. Do whatever you need.”
What Julien needs is to relax. He leans forward, his lips finding Rafael’s. He meant for it just to be a quick peck, but Rafael surges up to meet him, his neck straining as he licks into Julien’s mouth.
Rafael’s tongue is talented, and the man eagerly sucks Julien’s bottom lip between his own before the smaller man finally pulls out of reach.
“What did I say about moving?”
Rafael, the little shit, just grins. “I didn’t move my arms.”
He should be punished—he’s practically asking for it—but Julien does feel a bit more relaxed now. He huffs, but lets it slide.
Once he’s fully slicked up, Julien drops his working hand. His fingertips leave trails of sticky lube along Rafael’s hairy upper thigh as he explores the area, finding his bearings.
He searches, trailing his light touch up and inwards, towards the man’s girthy cock. Once he has a good grip of it, he pumps.
The angle is awkward, but Rafael’s eyes flutter closed with a mumbled prayer as Julien guides him to his hole.
“There’s no way I’m gonna fit in there,” Rafael mutters, peeking an eye open.
Julien rubs the slick and pliable head against his tight entrance, pressing firmly once it catches against his rim. “You’ll fit.”
After a deep breath, Julien rocks himself backwards and the bulbous head finally pushes inside, stretching Julien’s rim in a rush. Both men groan at the sudden sensation and Julien freezes as he adjusts to the intrusion.
