All Chapters of Lubes City (Steamy BL Stories): Chapter 111 - Chapter 117

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

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

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