Page 118 of The Light Within

Cinn’s eyes fluttered closed, lashes sweeping against his cheeks, as he poured every ounce of his devotion, his love, his very soul, into thepress of their lips. Julien made a low hum, a needy sound, the vibrations thrumming against Cinn’s mouth.

This feeling he’d forever savour—the velvety feel of Julien’s lips on his, the vanilla taste of the chocolate chip cookies Cinn had baked for him earlier. Cinn could drown in this feeling. Was drowning in it. Cinn reached to find Julien’s hips, fingertips digging into the firm muscle. He needed to anchor himself—he was submerged, blissfully so, in the feel of Julien, the taste, the scent.

They kissed, and kissed, and kissed, until the world fell away, until there was nothing but the slide of their lips, the rasp of their breaths, the thrum of their racing hearts. Cinn’s lungs burned. His head spun, but he didn’t care. Not when Julien was kissing him like he was the very air he needed to survive.

Cinn’s lips were swollen, almost painfully so, when Julien finally drew back. He chased their absence, not ready to be done with the intoxication they offered, but Julien gentled him, pressing their foreheads together.

Julien trailed kisses to Cinn’s ear before taking his lobe between his teeth. He slid his hand down to Cinn’s tracksuit bottoms.

“Wait.” Cinn caught Julien’s hand with his. “I want to… Can I fuck you?” He cringed at the crassness. “I mean, can I… make love to you?”Even worse.Cinn’s face burned in horror at his own awkwardness. Where had this even randomly come from? He’d been enjoying the sex he had with Julien, enormously so. But a sudden overwhelming urge to experienceeverythingwith him had him asking the question.

Julien shook with laughter above him.

“Hey!”

Abruptly, Julien pulled back, the dim light revealing a flush of surprise colouring his cheeks. He pressed his finger to Cinn’s lips, mirth sparkling in his eyes. “Shh. I’m sorry. But your face, though.”

Cinn’s ever-so-amusing face scowled at Julien.

“Oui,” Julien said, and it took Cinn a moment to realise he was answering him. “I would love that,mon amour.”

Cinn swallowed, attempting to calm his stuttering heart.

“But, two conditions.” Julien ran his hand down Cinn’s bare chest, brushing his fingers around the shape of each tattoo that he surely knew from memory. “One. First I get to worship this beautiful body you’ve given me the privilege of loving.” Cinn’s skin prickled in anticipation, his body already responding to the promise in Julien’s words.

“And the second?” he asked, breathless.

“I’m still on top.”

The wink Julien gave him would ordinarily have infuriated him, but Cinn was well and truly under Julien’s spell now.

Biting his bottom lip, Cinn nodded. Julien slipped out of his clothes, folding his stolen hoodie carefully before placing it on a chair. The room was warm—Cinn was continuing to take advantage of his free heating—yet an intense shiver shot through him at the sight of Julien’s body uncovered, his cock already semi-erect.

Julien slowly peeled off Cinn’s tracksuit bottoms, revealing his own hardening, aching length. Coiling his hand around it, Julien lightly stroked it before pressing his lips against it, mouthing up, then down. Cinn’s cock gave a throb of appreciation, his hips coming up to meet Julien.

“Are you going to make it really good for me?” Julien’s voice asked, a low growl that went straight to Cinn’s groin.

“Yes,” was all Cinn could rasp in reply. Besides still being on top, Julien clearly had no intention of stopping the dirty talk Cinn found immeasurably arousing, even if he didn’t have it in him to reciprocate.

Julien engulfed his dick in response, surrounding it with rapturous wet heat. His tongue flattened, pushing up against the sensitive skin.

Cinn gasped, thrusting up to meet Julien’s mouth. His boyfriend chuckled around his cock, then slid it out of his mouth, giving thetip a strong suck as he did so. Julien flashed Cinn his brilliant white teeth, before climbing up his body, his hand quickly replacing his mouth before Cinn had a chance to vocalise his complaint.

Languid, delicate strokes followed. Cinn opened his mouth, a deep moan escaping, only to be swallowed up by the beautiful man on top of him. Slipping one arm around Julien’s back to press against the curve of his spine, Cinn cupped the back of Julien’s head, tangling his fingers in Julien’s riot of blond waves, already a mess from their kissing. He dug his nails into Julien’s scalp and was rewarded with a throaty hum.

Julien dipped his head, his mouth skimming along the line of Cinn’s collarbone, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. His hands mapped the planes of Cinn’s body as reverent and worshipful as he promised, reducing Cinn to a trembling mess. His tattoos, his scars, passing tenderly over each of his healing wounds, the dips and curves of his muscle. Goosebumps rose in the wake of Julien’s fingertips exploring every inch of his skin.

“Si beau,” Julien murmured, almost to himself. “I want you to be mine. All mine.” A thimble of desperation leaked into his words.

It felt wrong, Julien’s small sliver of insecurity. All Cinn wanted was for it to disappear, to never return. He wanted every point where Julien touched him to be a brand, searing his skin. “Iamyours,” Cinn said, voice rough. “All of me, every part. You can have all of me, Julien. I’m yours, yours,yours…” The words poured out of him, a litany, a promise.

How had Julien already reduced him to this? He wasn’t even inside Julien yet, and already he felt drunk on sensations, on the feel of Julien’s body against his, the slide of his thighs against his own.

Julien’s eyes glowed, pupils blown with desire. He pushed himself into Cinn, sliding their dicks deliciously together, eliciting another gasp from Cinn. “I can’t wait any longer,” he said suddenly, reaching for the top drawer of the nightstand.

Julien reached for the lube, but Cinn was quicker, his hand closing around the bottle. “Let me.” He pried it from Julien’s grasp.

Though Julien’s eyes widened, he swiftly obeyed, sliding off Cinn, dipping the mattress with his weight. A small, hesitant smile crossed his lips. Trusting. Vulnerable.

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