“You’re sotight,” Rafael breathes.
“Maybe you’re just too fucking huge.” Breathe. Relax. “Why the fuck do you need a cock so big, huh? What are you even doing with it?”
Rafael’s mouth curls up into a smirk.
“Shut up.” He didn’t say anything. Julien shudders out a breath and nudges against the rigid staff again. “I should gag you.” He still didn’t say anything.
Julien wraps a hand around his own dick, pumping quickly to distract himself from the blunt cock splitting him open. His free hand explores Rafael’s torso again, following the curve of his plump muscles, grasping whatever he can while avoiding the arm sling.
Thankfully, Rafael is patient. He stays stone still as Julien slowly relaxes, pushing himself further and further down his girthy cock.
With every inch he takes, Julien feels antsier, hungrier, and impatient for more. Rafael’s thick length fills him, stretching his hole to the limit, but it isn’t hitting him where heneedsit to.
Bracing his hands on Rafael’s abs, Julien pulls out slightly and pushes himself back with vigor. The feeling is instantaneous—the extra length drilling deep into him—and he wails.
Rafael shoots upright, his eyes wild as Julien does the same move again—pulling out, then impaling himself deeper with a bounce.
“Julien!”
Rafael’s barely-contained hand whips out and grasps Julien’s thigh, his fingers digging into the taut flesh, and the smaller man freezes.
“Notouching,” he gasps.
“But—”
Julien pants and shakes his head as he adjusts to the stretch of Rafael’s thick base. Once the uncomfortably tight clenching passes, he relaxes. “Not yet. You will, I promise, but not yet.”
Rafael closes his eyes and inhales a deep breath. “Alright.” Finally, his fingers slip away from Julien’s leg.
With a light press of Julien’s fingertips, the man is reclined again, his hand tucked behind his prone body.
“That’s it, baby. Keep yourself controlled for me.”
There’s only a little bit left to take. Julien works himself further down with a shimmy, rolling his hips and pausing when he needs to adjust to the thick width.
Once he finally bottoms out, Julien falls forward onto Rafael’s hard chest. The brace is rough against his overheated skin, but the scratchy fibers are grounding. “I need a moment.”
“You’re so fuckingtight,” Rafael groans. “The way you’re squeezing me—pulsatingaround me—I can’t last too long like this.”
Julien grins and rocks with the praise, grinding his cock forward into the valley between Rafael’s stone abs and sinking back onto his thick length. “Stay hard for me, Rafael.”
“I’ll try, but I really don’t think?—”
“Don’t think, just stay hard.” As the fire builds, Julien pushes himself up and thrusts back in earnest, fucking himself down on Rafael’s cock. “Let me use you. Make me feel good.”
“Fuck.” Rafael tenses, the cords of his neck jutting out as he throws his head back. When he finally relaxes, his Adam’s apple bobs. “Don’t say shit like that if you want to keep me hard. I don’t have the willpower.”
Julien undulates with a laugh. As his confidence grows, his cock leaks, leaving a trail of precum down the larger man’s stomach and driving into it with every thrust. “Will you stay hard for me? Until I am completely satisfied?”
After a moment too long, Rafael finally breathes, “Yes.”
“You’re such a good toy.” Julien continues his thrusting, gradually increasing speed until he’s literally bouncing on the steely girth.
Every exhale is punched out of him as the cock drives deeper, but with every moan or whine that falls from Rafael’s lips, Julien fucks back harder.
There’s a terrible part of him that wants to make Rafael come first—to hold out and see how far the Brazilian can go before he falls apart—but Julien’s too selfish to chase anything other than his own pleasure.
He leans backwards, gripping Rafael’s thighs right above his knees. The angle of his thrusts shifts until every connection is a punch to Julien’s prostate. Suddenly he’s crazy with want for more, more, more,harder, harder, harder.
