LOGINJudas poured a thick amount of lubricant onto his fingers and pushed two of them back into Julian without warning. Julian was still open and slick from earlier, but the sudden stretch pulled a raw sound out of his throat. Judas worked the fingers deeper, curling them, spreading them, coating the tight walls until the wet sound of it filled the room again. “You’re still so open for me,” Judas said, voice low. “Full of my come from the first time and still taking my fingers like you need more.” Julian’s hips lifted off the mattress. “I do need more. Stop teasing me and fuck the hell out of me.” Judas pulled his fingers free with a wet sound and replaced them with the thick head of his cock. He pushed in slowly this time, watching every shift on Julian’s face as the tight heat swallowed him inch by inch. The mix of leftover come and fresh lube made the slide filthy and loud. When he finally bottomed out, both of them groaned. “There,” Judas muttered. “Taking every inch again. You
Julian took him deep. The thick head pushed past his lips and filled his mouth in one steady slide. Spit flooded around the shaft right away, warm and excessive. He sank lower until his nose pressed against the soft skin at the base, throat working around the length as he held himself there. Judas let out a rough, open sound that filled the quiet bedroom. His fingers tightened in Julian’s hair. Julian stayed down for a long moment, swallowing around him, feeling every pulse against his tongue. The weight of it, the heat, the way it twitched when he swallowed, all of it made his own cock throb against the sheets. Then he pulled back with a long, wet drag, leaving the entire shaft shiny and dripping. A thick string of spit still connected his lower lip to the tip before it finally broke and fell onto Judas’s stomach. “You feel even better like this,” Julian said, his voice already a little rough from the stretch. He wrapped his hand around the soaked length and stroked it slowly wh
Judas stayed buried inside him for a while longer, he was still half-hard, rolling his hips in slow, lazy circles. Each small movement kept the wet mess between them warm and slick. Thick come continued to leak out around his cock and trickle down onto the sheets in warm strands. The bedroom still smelled strongly of sex and sweat. Both of them were breathing hard, skin sticking together wherever they touched. Julian’s hands moved up Judas’s back, then higher into his hair. He tugged just enough to make Judas lift his head and look at him properly. “You’re looking pretty pleased with yourself right now,” Julian said. His voice was still rough around the edges. Judas’s mouth curved into a small smile. “I just had you coming on my cock while I filled you up. I think I’m allowed to look a little pleased.” “You are allowed.” Julian’s fingers tightened in his hair. “But I’m not done yet either. And I don’t feel like staying on my back for the rest of the night.” Before Judas could
Judas stayed braced over Julian for a few seconds, just looking at him in admiration. Their cocks rested against each other between their bodies, both still wet and hard from everything that had already happened in the kitchen. The heat of skin on skin was enough to make Julian’s breath quicken and become uneven. The bedroom smelled of sex and sweat already. The streetlight coming through the half-open blinds cut across Judas’s shoulders and the solid lines of his chest giving him extra masculine vibe. “You’re shaking a little,” Judas said, his voice low and steady. “I know.” Julian’s hands rested on Judas’s arms. “It’s not really from nerves. It feels more like my body is still trying to catch up with what’s happening.” Judas leaned down and kissed him, while he reached between them and wrapped his hand around both of their cocks at the same time. The first real stroke pulled a rough sound out of both of them. Precome and leftover spit mixed until every slide of his fist made a
Judas kept Julian right on the edge. He sucked him deep and slow, letting spit pour down the shaft in thick, glossy strands. Every time Julian’s hips started to stutter, Judas pulled back and stroked him with a tight, slick fist instead, using the mess of saliva and precome until the wet sound of it was almost obscene in the quiet kitchen. Julian’s cock was flushed dark and shiny, the head swollen and constantly leaking. Thin strings of fluid stretched from the tip to Judas’s lips and broke, landing on his chin and the floor. “Please,” Julian managed, voice wrecked. “I’m so close, Judas…” Judas looked up at him, mouth wet, eyes dark. “I know you are. I can feel it throbbing on my tongue. But I want you to come in my mouth properly when I decide to let you.” He took him deep again, throat relaxing around the thick length, and this time he didn’t pull away. He sucked harder, hand stroking the base in short, filthy pulls. The wet, slightly choking sounds filled the kitchen. Julian
Judas stayed on his knees in front of Julian, one hand still wrapped around the base of his cock. The head was flushed and already shiny, a thick bead of precome gathering at the tip and threatening to spill. For a second neither of them moved. Then Judas looked up. “Before I do this,” he said, voice low and steady, “I need to know this isn’t the whiskey talking. You’ve had a few drinks. If any part of you is only here because of that, tell me now and I’ll stop. We can forget this happened.” Julian’s hand was still in his hair. His breathing had gone shallow. “It’s not the whiskey.” “Be sure.” “I am sure.” Julian’s voice came out rougher than he expected. “I’ve wanted this since the first night you put your hands on me to fix my stance. I’ve wanted it every time you stood too close and acted like it meant nothing. The alcohol only made me stop pretending I could keep ignoring it. I want your mouth on me. I’ve wanted it for days.” Judas held his gaze for another second, sear

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