Page 86 of The Light Within

Cinn stumbled back, his legs hitting an upholstered chair, of all things to have in a bathroom.

Julien cupped Cinn’s cheek, one hand sliding around his waist. “If you’re not entirely naked by the time I get back in ten seconds, I’m going to make you beg for hours,” he whispered into his ear. “You know I mean that.”

Then he was gone, disappearing out of the bathroom like the rising steam from the tub.

Cinn wasted a full two seconds staring after him, before shedding every inch of clothing like his life depended on it—which it very much did, because the thought of Julien’s threat…

When Julien returned, he’d somehow managed to unclothe himself en route from his mission to grab the small bottle of lube. Impressive.

Julien stared at Cinn as he crossed the bathroom, eyes dark with desire as they roamed over his body.

The light in the bathroom was too bright, and although Cinn had been naked more times than he could count now, he’d rather not feelquiteso exposed. He flicked the light switch off, leaving them with light seeping in from the main room.

“But I like seeing you,” Julien whispered, running his hand over the Fleetwood Mac lyric inked across one rib. “Let me light the candles, at least.”

Reaching into the pocket of Cinn’s crumpled jeans, Julien retrieved his lighter. But instead of using it to light the candles, he used the small flame to do his crazy mote channelling shit, weaving small bursts of fire through the air to light the tea lights. The flames flickered, casting shadows across the bathroom that danced like fleeting moments.

“Show-off.”

“Admit it. You’re a little bit impressed.”

“Never.”

Julien tutted, locking firm fingers around Cinn’s chin. “I’d be careful with that attitude if I were you,” he warned.

“Yeah?” Cinn’s arms slid around Julien’s waist before he pulled him flush against his body. Both their dicks were already semi-erect again. Cinn wrapped a hand around Julien’s length. “Sometimes you forget which one of us is the strongest here.” He dug his fingers into the flesh around Julien’s hip.

Julien’s eyes narrowed, a smile playing at his lips. “You think so,mon amour? We’ll see who’s the strongest after I take you apart.” His fingers traced the sensitive curve of Cinn’s hip. “Piece by piece.”

Then Julien’s hands were on him, spinning him around and pressing his front against the cold, tiled wall. Julien’s body moulded against his back, a solid, unyielding heat. His hand slid down the length of Cinn’sspine, then the press of Julien against him vanished, Julien falling to the floor, pulling his thighs apart.

Julien bit into the flesh of his ass.

“Ouch!”

His tormentor laughed against his skin, lightly slapping the other cheek. Then Julien trailed his mouth lower, licking a soft path all the way to circle around Cinn’s entrance.

Cinn rolled his forehead against the tiles, groaning softly. Julien spread his cheeks wide before flicking his warm, wet tongue against him, and Cinn’s knees grew weak.

Theclickof the lube opening, then Julien climbed to his feet, pressing his body against Cinn’s again. He nuzzled into his hair. “Are you okay to go again? If I’m gentle?”

You, gentle?“It’s all good.” Cinn tipped his head back to rest it on Julien’s shoulder. “Go on.”

Cinn gasped as Julien drenched his crack in the cool liquid. He slowly slipped a finger inside, the stretch stinging slightly.

With far more tenderness than in the jazz club, Julien slid his finger all the way in, then out.

In, out.

In, out.

Cinn shut his eyes, leaned his whole weight against Julien. Somehow, these new slow, soft strokes were more intense, his legs soon trembling.

Another finger, stretching him as it twisted and curled, then Julien whispered promises into the crook of his neck. “Hot tub.” On a heavy breath, he removed his fingers to take Cinn’s arm, guiding him over to the bubbling water.

The water enveloped them, warm and inviting. Cinn sighed, any inch of tension melting away as he floated for a moment, enjoying the sensation. Then, he faced the side of the tub, the marble cool against his skin. Julien’s hands mapped Cinn’s body as if he was discovering every inchof it for the first time. Cinn moaned, his head tipping forward to rest on the edge of the hot tub as Julien’s lips found the nape of his neck.

“Turn around,” Julien murmured. “I’m missing your face.”

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