The kiss broke slowly, arousal pooling in Isaac’s stomach, his cock starting to leak between them. Julian smiled down at him, so obviously content that Isaac couldn’t stop himself smiling back.
“You know I’m never letting you go now, right?” Julian said, smoothing his thumb over Isaac’s collarbone.
“Works for me,” Isaac murmured, reaching out to cover Julian’s hand with his own. He rocked his hips, just a little, happy to stay like this a while longer.
He’d never been so incredibly, utterly in love with someone he’d taken to bed before. He could wait to get off if it meant he got to keep feeling like his heart was about to burst a little while longer.
“I love you,” Julian said, as though he hadn’t said it half a dozen times on the way home. As though he was saying it for the first time, all over again.
At least, that was how it sounded to Isaac’s ears.
He hesitated, and then flicked open the lube he’d retrieved earlier one-handed. Julian glanced at the bottle again, heat flaring up in his eyes. His tongue darted out, soft and pink and suddenly impossibly hot, to wet his lips.
“I want you to do it,” Julian said, nodding to the lube. “I don’t need much, but… I like this part.”
Isaac nodded, his cock twitching against his belly at the thought of sliding his fingers inside Julian, feeling the warmth of him, feeling him tight at first, and then relaxed when he was really turned on, ready to take Isaac’s cock.
“Anything you want,” Isaac promised, pouring lube out onto his fingers and spreading it around.
Julian shuffled closer to him, lifting his hips up just a little so Isaac could get his hand under, the velvet-soft skin of his balls brushing against the pulse in his wrist, Julian’s hips already rocking with the sensation.
There was no rush, Isaac decided. If Julianlikedthis, then they could take it slow.
“You sure you’re comfortable like that?” he asked, wondering if the position was awkward.
Julian hesitated, then rolled off Isaac and onto his back on the other side of the bed, grabbing one of the pillows at his head and putting it under his hips instead.
Isaac stared at him as he raised one knee, slowly, a clear invitation.
His cock twitched again, need burning in the pit of his stomach. Julian justgivinghimself to him like this, spread out and silently waiting…
Thetrustin his eyes. The sheer, overwhelming trust. Isaac knew it was another apology, softer and more subtle than the last one, butproof. Proof that Julian believed Isaac wouldn’t hurt him, even if it had never been aboutphysicallyhurting him.
He’d never been more turned on in his life.
Isaac moved to kneel between Julian’s legs, sitting back to look at him. Julian grinned from where his head was propped up on the remaining pillow, his eyes already dark with lust.
He trailed his fingers down the inside of Julian’s thigh, leaving a thin trail of lube in his wake. Julian’s muscles twitched under his touch, his hips wriggling as Isaac trailed down past his balls and rubbed at the sensitive spot behind them.
Julian moaned, rocking his hips into the touch. With another rush of arousal, Isaac realized that helikedthis. Really liked it.
His sex life was about to be amazing. He had so much to learn about Julian’s body, and his own, and all the ways they could fit them together.
Biting his lip, Isaac circled Julian’s hole lightly, keeping the pressure just barely more than a tickle. He knew how this felt on himself, the thrill of anticipation, the way his muscles tensed up at first, and then relaxed as he stroked his cock, teasing himself as he finally slipped a finger in.
He looked up to see Julian just barely touching himself, his thumb stroking up and down just under the head of his cock, the rest of the length held loosely in his hand.
“Don’t come yet,” Isaac said. “Wanna feel it when you do.”
Julian’s breath hitched. His eyes were glazed now, lips slack, but he nodded.
A shiver of need ran down Isaac’s spine. He remembered the way his own body tensed and tightened when he came, and the thought of feeling that around his cock was too good to pass up. He wanted Julian hard and needy, desperate for release.
Isaac held his tongue between his teeth as he slipped the tip of his finger inside Julian, his breath catching in his chest.
Julian held still, his hand splayed on his belly instead of stroking his cock now. A bead of precome was welling up at the tip of his cock, and Isaac couldn’t tear his eyes away as he worked his first finger in, watching the bead grow until it burst and rolled off, leaving a wet trail in its wake.
He was doing that. He was doing that toJulian, and wow, that washot.
