Page 84 of The Light Within

Cinn cried out, his noise silenced by Julien’s mouth as he dove in once again, matching the slides of his tongue with firm strokes of his hand. His rhythm soon grew faster and faster—Cinn had seemingly bypassed Julien’s torturous teasing that he considered foreplay and Cinn considered cruel. It was a good thing too—Cinn already shivered all over with surging need.

When Julien abruptly stopped, pulling away slightly, a small, desperate sound escaped Cinn.

“Do you trust me?”

Julien’s usual question.

“Not in the slightest.”

Cinn’s go-to response.

A chuckle was Julien’s only reply, as he shuffled down his corduroy trousers, then guided Cinn’s body to the edge of the seat.

As if in a trance, Cinn felt himself slide to the floor, where cool tiles awaited. A whimper escaped him as he did so, his rock-hard dick agreeing with him that this was a poor turn of events. Though he knew in the depths of his mind, after plenty of first-hand experiences, that following Julien’s instructions led to greater rewards.

And it had to be said that he never minded having Julien’s rather lovely dick in his mouth, so he happily crawled over to settle between Julien’s knees, his eager fingers tracing the firm length of him. Julien watched his every move with an intensity that only stoked the flames of Cinn’s desire.

Cinn had barely touched Julien, yet the tip of him was already slick in anticipation. He offered Julien his best devilish smirk before lowering his head to trail kisses down his shaft.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Julien gasped, his voice barely audible.

Cinn looked up, meeting Julien’s feverish gaze through those damn glasses, the tension between them palpable, a tangible force that filled the room with an almost electric charge. “Just giving you a taste of your own medicine, love,” he said, before lowering his head once again.

One hand cupped Julien’s balls with a gentle caress, eliciting a small gasp from Julien’s lips. Then, when Cinn’s mouth finally reached the tip of Julien’s cock, the soft moan escaping his own lips mingled with the sounds of the jazz music filtering up from below. Slow licks and the pulsing heat of his breath melded with each note, rising and falling with the saxophone’s melody. He ran his tongue up and down Julien’s cock, feeling it stiffen further beneath his touch, while his hand softly squeezed the base.

Julien’s soft gasps descended into impatient whines as Cinn’s gaze raked over him. His face was a canvas of sheer ecstasy: head tipped back, eyes half-closed. “Cinn…” he pleaded, the single soft word a desperate prayer. Julien’s fingers tangled deep into Cinn’s hair, pressing him closer, urging him to continue. Cinn obliged, his other hand massaging Julien’s inner thighs, feeling the muscles tense and release under his touch.

He took Julien deeper, his lips stretching around his hard length, the velvety skin sliding against his tongue. He relished Julien’s groans, the muttered curses, the grip on his hair tightening with each bob of his head. The jazz music below seemed to pulse in time with his ministrations, each note echoing the rhythm of his mouth. Julien’s body tensed under him, his thighs quivering as Cinn’s tongue traced the veins of his cock. Julien’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, betraying the pleasure he was trying so desperately to contain. But Cinn wasn’t interested in containment. He wanted to unravel Julien, to feel him lose control under his touch. He wanted to hear his name on Julien’s lips again, and again, and again.

Julien’s hand pressed against Cinn’s cheek, the movement causing a surge of heat to race through him. “Cinn.” Julien’s voice was so gravelly it was likehewas the one whose throat had just been thoroughly abused. “I’m going to come in your mouth. Do not swallow.”

The command had an edge of threat to it, like Cinn would be sorry if he did. Julien’s gaze brimmed with desire and anticipation. The sight ofhim, lost in the throes of pleasure Cinn created, was almost enough to send him over the edge himself, his dick throbbing with jealousy.

Then, with a final low growl, Julien came. Cinn’s lips tightened around him, feeling the warm rush of cum fill his mouth. There was so much he had to fight back the urge to swallow. Instead, he savoured the taste of Julien, thefeelof him still pulsing in his mouth as he wrung every last drop out of him.

Finally, Julien’s grip on his hair loosened, and he pulled away. Cinn breathed in through his nose, chest heaving, dick aching. Julien looked down at him, his face a mask of pure satisfaction.

“Open,” he instructed, on a breath. Cinn complied, opening his mouth wide, allowing Julien to see his prize.

Julien held out his palm, and Cinn stared at it in a sex-fuelled daze for far too long before he realised Julien wanted him to spit into it. He did so, the viscous fluid pooling in Julien’s hand.

Julien’s gaze darkened, his eyes fixated on Cinn’s mouth. Reaching out, he traced the curve of Cinn’s jaw, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Good,” he murmured, the praise going straight to Cinn’s dick. “So good. On the sofa, now.”

Cinn didn’t need to be told twice. With never-seen-before swiftness, he was up, his jeans falling to his ankles as he climbed onto the plush velvet sofa. Julien slid on top of him, his weight pressing Cinn into the soft cushions. His lips found that spot again, on Cinn’s neck, nipping it to the point of pain before soothing the skin with the flat expanse of his tongue. Cinn groaned, baring his neck to give Julien better access. The wet heat of Julien’s cum-slick fingers traced circles around his entrance. He squirmed, desperate for more, heart lurching at the thought of Julien dragging this out in retaliation of Cinn’s earlier teasing.

Not this time—Julien’s finger slipped straight in, the sudden intrusion eliciting a sharp gasp from Cinn. His body tensed. Julien’s tongueimmediately sought Cinn’s mouth, giving him slow, encouraging kisses that pleasantly distracted him from the sharp sting.

As Cinn relaxed, Julien began to slide his finger inside him, bringing it nearly all the way out before gliding it home again. Groaning, Cinn’s body arched off the sofa as Julien found his prostate, the sweet pressure of his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.

If the jazz was still playing, Cinn couldn’t hear it, so lost in the blissful sensations Julien was eliciting. Cinn’s moans were now the only music, his body writhing beneath Julien’s as he increased his pace. He could feel his orgasm building, his body trembling on the edge.

When Julien added another, Cinn’s arm flew out, connecting with the glass of one of their cocktails they’d ignored in favour of actual cock. The smash of glass against the floor reminded him painfully of where they were.

“Julien,” Cinn hissed. “What if someone comes up?”

“If someone comes up? Then they’ll see my fingers fucking you while your eyes beg me for more,” Julien replied, voice low, rough. “They’ll see you losing yourself in the pleasure that only I can give you, your body trembling for me and only me. They’ll see every roll of your hips against me. They’ll fuckingwishthey were me, feeling your tightness and knowing it’s mine. But don’t worry,mon amour,” he hissed, aggressive, possessive. “They’ll never get to touch you like this.”

Cinn’s breath hitched in his throat as Julien spoke, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel his cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. He couldn’t deny it—the thrill of being caught had becomeslightlymore appealing.

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