Jules grabs Lachlan’s face to bring him back for harsh kisses.‘Mine either way.Mymonster.My psychopath.’Jules guides Lachlan’s pants down, underwear too and then gets a hand on Lachlan’s cock.‘Oh, God, you’re so big.Fuck, I wanna taste it.Wanna taste you, please?’
‘No.’
‘Bodyguard.’
‘Me first.’
Lachlan wants to torment and love in equal measure until Jules is writhing, begging,unmadeand reborn fresh in love’s wet gleam.He feels darkly playful as he moves lower, drags down Jules’ sweatpants.
‘This is OK?’
‘It’s very fucking OK, Bodyguard.Jesus Christ.’
Chuckling at the attitude, Lachlan nuzzleseverywhere,unapologetically greedy, but he never got to do thisand he’s desperate for it all of a sudden.He never had the freedom to explore on a bed like this.He wants to map him,learnhim like a language and he will.
The thick hair around the base of Jules’ cock is coarse and Lachlan wants to chew it, but he can’t ignore what hereallywants for long so he kisses soft skin over hard length until he reaches the sticky tip, thinks he’s not being especiallygraceful,but Jules doesn’t seem to mind when he threads his fingers through Lachlan’s loose hair and lets out a throaty, stutteredmoanbecause Lachlan takes him down in one,all the way downuntil he can nuzzle into the coarse hair again, throat entirely relaxed around the welcome intrusion, no gag, no bodily panic, drown-resistance actually coming in handy for once.
He likes this, helovesit, actually.
God.Fuck.Fuck.
Lachlan’s eyes cross as stupid amounts of pleasure coil in his core, taking him slowly apart piece by piece.Jules’ cock is thick and pretty, and Lachlan is going to need to make him come so fucking much.He swallows around Jules, not evensuckingyet, to a responsive round of mewls and whimpers.Jules is pleading wordlessly, hips thrusting, careful at first but then Lachlan positions himself above for Jules to fuck his throat, use him how he likes.
That’s what he wants.
‘Ohfuck,’Jules cries out when he realises.
He starts rolling his hips, shallow to begin with but then more and more as Lachlan proves he can take it, takeanythingand give the world back in return and if that’s not enough, other ones too, he’ll find them, bind them, bring them wrapped in silk like his heart, hismonster heart,kill count lost but vaguely in the high four hundreds by now, he knows things no man should ever know who is lucky enough to be loved by the best two people on the planet in very different ways, he would die, kill, devastate, he’d doanythingfor…
‘Lachlan?’
He shakes himself, refocuses.
It felt like he was slipping somewhere dark and soft and strange.
Lachlan pins Jules’ hips, thumbs stroking the bones in silent apology.
Then he begins to move up and down, hollows his cheeks, makes it good,betterthan good, pulls almost all of the way off to tongue the slit before swallowing all the way to the hilt again.
‘Where did you go?’Jules asks, panting.
Lachlan looks at him, naked and bathed in a light sheen of sweat.Lachlan doesn’t answer, has forgotten how.He strokes Jules’ navel, gives love with his hand and his mouth, hopes that it’s enough as he doubles his efforts to bring pleasure down like a forgotten rock in space clumsily seeking a new home.
The head of Jules’ cock slips past the barrier of his throat so easily now and it makes Lachlan crazy, makes him feel like the shape of a wave as it curls high before crashing hard, it’s almost spiritual, ohGod, he’s losing himself, wantsmore, wants Jules to fuck his mouth harder, rougher, forever,forever,please.
A steady stream of soft, guttural noises punches past Jules’ lips in time with his thrusts, pretty little, ‘Uh, uh, uh’sounds that drive Lachlan insane as they get faster, more nasal and then become a low whine.Jules fucks deep and slams home, fingers pulling on Lachlan’s hair hard enough to almost hurt the way he wants.Jules spills down his throat.
Lachlan Tanner is a slave for him, now and always.
Obsolete rituals lost to time, it’smagic.
Jules is pure fucking magic.
Lachlan kisses the skin as he pulls off.
The taste of Jules’ come is a bitter salty smack that he relishes and he can taste it whenever he swallows.Lachlan kisses Jules’ lower stomach, fascinated when the muscles jump and Jules laughs breathlessly, pulling himup, closer.
‘Tickles.’
