Page 22 of The Light Within

Why did Cinn get the feeling Julien had just insultedhim?

“Nope. This isn’t doing anything to me,” Cinn got out, on a gasp, as Julien flicked his tongue over the metal bar. “Nothing at all.” His cock twitched in angry protest of the lie.

“Not even if I tell you…” Julien shuffled down the bed to press his mouth against the tip of Cinn’s cock, the pressure so glorious he could cry. “Combien j’aime… ça?”

Although Cinn wanted to keep the game up for a bit longer—because really, he shouldn’t make ittooeasy for Julien—he couldn’t help the low rumble of approval that hummed out of him when Julien mouthed along the length of his dick, then followed that up with a firm squeeze from his hand.

And if Cinn had something important he had wanted to ask Julien, it had long since left his head, forced out by the heavy weight of him pressing Cinn deep into his soft mattress. Cinn ran his hands up Julien’s back, then down again, landing on his ass to pull Julien further into him, relishing the feel of his hard cock against his own, albeit through too many layers of clothing.

Julien must’ve had a similar thought, as his fingers came up to hook around the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms, running the back of his hand all the way across his stomach. Left, right—a slow, tantalising trace that had Cinn’s back arching up, desperate for his hand to slip lower.

Heat already pooled in the pit of his stomach—there was no way Cinn had the patience for Julien’s teasing this morning, especially after all of that sultry French. He made to yank his trousers off himself, and succeeded in tugging them down an inch or two before his hands were captured by long, strong piano fingers closing over them.

Julien tutted.

Releasing Cinn’s hands, Julien pulled the bottoms back up, allowing his hand to brush against his poor cock, now straining against the material, creating an impressive tent that Julien wassomehowable to resist.Rude.

“For fuck’s sake, Julien!”

“Pardon, do I hear a complaint?” Julien shuffled down the bed, before crawling between Cinn’s legs and trailing teasing light touches around to cup the back of his knees. His fingers found a hole in the cotton, and Julien kneaded his fingertips into the soft flesh, flashing Cinn an infuriating grin that he ought to punch from his face. Shame Cinn needed his mouth intact.

“I think you need new pyjamas.”

Cinn opened his mouth to tell him to jog on—

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip

Julien had torn the thinning material in two, all the way from his knee to the waistband. He completed his mission by using both hands to continue to split the grey cotton, fisting two handfuls in opposite directions and yanking hard, completely ruining the garment.

“Oui. Youdefinitelyneed new ones.” Julien blinked at him, the picture of innocence.

“You little shit.”

They were Cinn’s only sleepwear, and they had seen him through thick and thin over the years, but he had no time to mourn their loss. Julien’s hands, done with ruining perfectly good items of clothing, soon found Cinn’s thick trail of hair, his fingers threading through it.

Cinn’s neglected dick, now bare to the world thanks to his refusal to wear underwear to bed, now throbbed.Ached. Cinn just managed to swallow down a stream of pleading demands that threatened to slip out of him. He wouldn’t give Julien the satisfaction. Not yet, anyway.

But then Julien tested that resolve in earnest—kissing up one raised thigh and swiping his tongue against the hollow of his hip, flicking it again and again,soclose yet never close enough.

“Well?”

Cinn groaned. If Julien didn’t take his tortured dick into his mouth right now he might perish. “Urg, I hate you so much,”he spat.

“Just keep telling yourself that,mon joli.”

But Julien must have decided to take pity on him, as finally—fucking finally—his hot tongue found the base of his cock, and began a slow, wet, savouring slide all the way to its head, mapping his length.

The shaky exhale of Cinn’s breath was met by a small hum from Julien, as he licked a bead of precum waiting for him as if it was the most delicious dessert, swirling the tip of Cinn’s dick around his tongue with exquisite pressure.

Then, enveloping Cinn with his mouth, Julien lightly squeezed the base of Cinn’s cock. The brightening morning sun fought its way through the gap in the curtains, hitting Julien’s face and lighting up flinty grey eyes, alight with hunger.

God, how Cinn could drown in those eyes.

Julien allowed a beat of stillness between them. Then, gripping Cinn’s hips with both hands, Julien wrapped tight lips around Cinn, gliding his mouth downwards to take most of his cock into his mouth in one fell swoop.

It only took seconds for Julien to turn him into a writhing mess.

Cinn’s hips snapped up to meet the rhythmic pace Julien set, and both of his hands shot straight to Julien’s head, communicating his pleasure with the force with which he pulled Julien’s hair, instead of the babble of praise that circled around his head like a turntable:you’re a fucking god, nobody else’s mouth could ever compare, you make me come undone with just the way you look at me.

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