Page 119 of The Light Within

“I’ve got you.”

Julien tipped his head back to face the ceiling. When the wet heat of Cinn’s tongue pressed against his entrance instead of cold lube, Julien’s back arched off the bed. Cinn flattened his tongue, sending it exploring the entire length of Julien’s crack. Then he licked circles around and around the edge of Julien’s hole.

“Fuck! What are you doing?” Julien rasped.

Cinn didn’t respond, too focussed on his task. Cinn pushed Julien’s knees up higher, his tongue swirling around Julien’s rim, the tip breaching him slightly before retreating. His pointed tongue met resistance at first, then Julien’s ring relaxed.

Julien hissed in pleasure, clutching madly at Cinn’s hair, tangling in between his fingers before pulling hard. A surge of raw emotion—lust, need, desperation—pulsed between them like an electric current, setting Cinn’s nerves alight in perfect sync with Julien’s unravelling control.

Saliva poured from Cinn’s mouth, soaking Julien. He reached for the lube, coating his fingers liberally, then gently pushed Julien’s thighs apart. Julien’s breaths hitched, his nails scraping oh-so sensually across Cinn’s scalp as Cinn slowly, delicately, worked a finger inside him, all the way to the knuckle.

A whimper slipped from Julien’s mouth. A demanding one. “Give me another.” He tried to shuffle downwards.

Cinn shuffled up to kiss him on the tip of his nose. “Not yet.”

A low, tortured moan was Julien’s reply. Cinn’s cock agreed with him—it was twitching jealously at the feeling of his tight, silken heat.

“All good things.”

His impatient lover clenched around the intrusion. Cinn slid his lone finger in and out, in and out, rubbing and stretching every inch of him with gentle caresses that had Julien calling him every unpleasant name under the sun.

“Espèce de… Je te déteste! Putain!”

At least, Cinn assumed they were unpleasant.

“You’ll think better of it next time you make me beg for it, huh?”

Julien hissed at him, so snakelike, Cinn almost laughed.

But Cinn wasn’t cruel, and Julien was more than ready, his muscles completely relaxed, pliant. Cinn added a second, crooking and twisting, searching—

Julien’s back arched, his head falling back as a wanton moan fell from his lips. “There, fuck, right—”

Cinn’s lips curled into a smug grin as he rubbed mercilessly, sending Julien more wild than he’d ever seen him—eyes wide as saucers, hair a frazzled mess from writhing around.

“Please, Cinn, I—”

“Shh, I’ve got you—”

Cinn’s words cut off as Julien abruptly sat up. He pushed Cinn off him, hard, before climbing on top of him. He thrust his hips against Cinn before capturing his wrists, pinning them by his head. His eyes reminded Cinn of a wild wolf. A hungry wild wolf.

Cinn swallowed.

“I need…”

Julien didn’t complete his thought, his molten gaze speaking volumes.

Cinn’s heart raced, his body thrumming, as Julien snatched up the lube. The cool slide of fingers as he slicked Cinn’s dick had him trembling with need.

He’d only last a few seconds inside Julien at this rate. Cinn sucked his cheek between his teeth and bit down, hard. There was no way he wasn’t going to make this as amazing for Julien as he always did for him.

Cinn only realised his eyes had closed when Julien brushed his knuckles over his eyebrow piercing, saying, “S’il te plaît?”

He opened them, forcing himself to hold Julien’s gaze, though the intensity of it had him in a chokehold.

With a firm, steady hand, Julien lined Cinn’s dick up, nudging his head against his entrance. The tip popped in. A simultaneous groan passed between them.

Then, ever so slowly, he lowered himself on Cinn’s waiting cock, like he was savouring every inch.

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