Page 120 of The Light Within

“Cinn…” Julien said his name like it was a precious treasure. Then his head fell back, as he finally seated himself fully.

Circling his hips, Cinn’s eyes nearly rolled back, his mouth falling open at the perfect tightness. “Fuck—” Cinn’s fingers dug into the meat of Julien’s thighs, the give of his flesh, still keeping that perfect eye contact Julien couldn’t cope without.

But fuck, it had never felt likethisbefore, being inside someone. But then, what he had with Julien felt so different, so uniquely theirs, that shouldn’t have come as a surprise.

The tendons in Julien’s neck strained as he arched his back. Then a tiny grunt of what might have been pain passed his lips, and Cinn looked at him in alarm, but Julien shook his head. “Fuck me,” he said, on one unsteady breath. “Andmake love to me. I want everything.”

Cinn thrust up, one fluid movement that caused Julien to cry out, pressing a palm against his chest. Cinn’s heart pounded impossibly fast, his skin flushed, as Julien moved. He set a slow, sensual pace, rolling his hips, undulating. Cinn’s own hips snapped up, meeting Julien’s downward motions.

Another thrust, then another, each matched by Julien’s cries, certainly of ecstasy now. He’d never been so noisy. That was usuallyCinn’s job.

Fuck.He’d gotten distracted and stopped moving. Julien leaned down to press his lips against Cinn’s cheek, the wetness from the tip of Julien’s cock sliding across his stomach.

“Allow me,” Julien said, a smile audible in his breathless voice.

Steadying himself with a palm on Cinn’s chest, Julien began pushing up before impaling himself on Cinn’s cock again and again, a punishing rhythm that had Cinn seeing stars. So many stars. Sliding his hands over the contours of Julien’s beautiful body, Cinn gripped his hips, guiding him up and down.

And there Cinn was, so close to coming, though Julien couldn’t be far off, his face slack with pleasure. A part of Cinn wanted to tell Julien to slow down, to make it last as long as possible. Being connected to Julien in this way was more than he could ever have hoped for.

But there would be a next time, and another. More times than he could possibly count.

Cinn thrust up, ever so slightly at first, and then more, and more, relishing the sensation of filling Julien up. He captured Julien’s cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts.

“Come with me,” Julien whispered, sounding very much on the edge.

Without any more warning, his lover screamed, hot cum painting Cinn’s stomach in thick, creamy ropes.

Cinn needn’t have worried after all.

No reason to hold back, Cinn gave in to the pull, allowing that pleasure to build and build until his balls were tightening. His thighs drew tight around Julien, drawing them ever closer together as he spilled gloriously inside him, Julien murmuring streams of praise as he did so.

The oxytocin ride was high. Cinn sank deep into the mattress, drowning in its soft embrace as waves of pleasure wrecked his body. He was helpless against the blackness that came for him.

When Cinn came to, it was to shivers, and Julien’s name on his lips, urgent, needy. Julien repeatedly kissed him, stroking his hair as he brushed a warm cloth over his stomach and legs.

Cinn grabbed the nape of Julien’s neck, dragging him to rest in the crook of his own. Julien sighed as he obliged, rubbing small circles across Cinn’s hips as their breathing slowly steadied.

Eventually, Julien rolled off to lie beside him. Cinn turned onto his side. Julien looked the very definition of a complete mess, and pride seeped through Cinn. He’d long since given up comparing himself to Julien’s many, many,but it certainly gave his ego a tiny bit of fuel to see Julien in such utter disarray. His golden princeling hair was a tangled mess, his lips swollen. He lay beside him, eyes unfocussed, murmuring nonsensical things under his breath. Sweat slicked his skin, glistening in the lamplight.

“What?” Julien eventually asked.

Cinn offered him a smug smirk. “Nothing.”

“Am I not allowed to be dishevelled after the best sex of my life?”

Who cared if Julien was only saying it to be kind? Cinn would take it, thank you very much.

Cinn shuffled his head to rest it on the same pillow as Julien, leaving millimetres between their heads. “So that was alright, then?”

“Alright?” Julien kissed the tip of his nose. “Are you joking?” He drew back slightly, expression turning serious, then pressed his palm to Cinn’s heart. “Because I wasn’t. I’ve always enjoyed sex. Enjoyed it a lot. But sharing it with you is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Because sex with you is fucking amazing. Hell, cuddling you is fucking amazing. Just being in the same room with you is enough for me. Will always be enough. You’re enough, Cinn. You’re everything. And I never want you to think otherwise, not for one second.”

A dizzying warmth washed over Cinn, beginning in his chest and swiftly enveloping his entire body, making him feel as if he were levitatingabove and observing himself and Julien from a distance. “Okay,” Cinn whispered in reply, smile aching his face. “You’re everything to me, too.”

Julien’s speech appeared to drain him of his last shred of energy, and his eyes closed, though his grip on Cinn didn’t lessen.

Some time later, Cinn, mapping the outline of Julien’s collarbone, paused mid-stroke. “I want to ask you something.”

“Hmmm?” Julien said, eyelashes fluttering in his doze.

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