“Wanna come,” he demanded softly, though it came out as more of a whine, every part of him aching with need.
Isaac tightened his grip on Julian’s cock, and all it took was two quick strokes before Julian felt the lightning bolt-pleasure of his orgasm ripping through him, a defeated groan rumbling in his chest as he striped his stomach, coming all over himself and Isaac’s hand, blood rushing in his ears.
He whined and moaned his way through wave after wave of pleasure, Isaac still fucking him with jerky, irregular thrusts, still hitting his prostate as though his cock was made for it, and hell, maybe itwas, maybe people really did have soulmates with perfect cocks sized to fit them.
At least, ifpeopledidn’t, Julian did.
His orgasm petered out just as he felt Isaac come inside him, the feeling unfamiliar but not unpleasant, sending a shiver down his spine and a final, tiny wave of pleasure rolling through him, a last spurt dribbling out of his cock with Isaac’s fingers still loosely holding it.
Julian collapsed onto the bed the moment Isaac’s hands stopped holding him up, a low, satisfied groan the most coherent thing he could manage.
He wanted to sayI love youandthat was amazingandholy hell I’m getting a cast made of your cock.
MostlyI love you.
The feeling welled up in his chest, the one part of him that hadn’t been achingly sore until he’d thought it.
God, he was in love with Isaac. So hopelessly, stupidly in love.
And somehow, by some miracle, Isaac loved him back.
And Isaac planned onstaying with him.
The thought made Julian smile despite his exhaustion.
He hummed softly as Isaac settled down beside him, slinging an arm over his waist and holding him close, their legs tangling together.
“Okay?” Isaac asked, nuzzling the back of Julian’s neck where he’d been rubbing circles into it before.
Julian’s face broke into a grin. “Amazing,” he said, which worked to describe both his mood and how good the sex had been. “You’ve got potential as a top.”
Isaac chuckled. “Yeah, well… kinda used to doing it like that. Got a few tricks.”
“Guess I only date bi guys, now,” Julian said.
Still nuzzling the back of his neck, Isaac hummed. “Got any candidates in mind?”
“Just the one.” Julian sighed, forcing himself to roll over and face Isaac despite his muscles protesting. His heart wanted to look at his beautiful, perfect boyfriend’s face, and his heart was always going to win out.
“Good thing he’s kinda in love with you, then,” Isaac murmured, his eyes glittering as he smiled at Julian.
“Kinda?” Julian raised an eyebrow.
“Completely,” Isaac said. “Utterly,” he added, pressing a soft kiss to Julian’s lips that ended all too soon. “Entirely, one-hundred-percent in love with you. Better?”
“Better,” Julian agreed. “Just the right amount.”
He let his eyes fall closed as Isaac chuckled, humming softly as Isaac’s fingers carded through his hair, pushing the damp strands away from his face.
They needed a shower, but that could wait.
At least until they’d both recovered, so they could do this all over again once they got there.
“You’re never getting rid of me now,” Isaac said softly.
Warmth bloomed in Julian’s heart, giddiness welling up inside him. That was all he’d ever wanted. To have Isaac in his life, always.
“Works for me,” he murmured, burying his face against Isaac’s chest, and smiling.
