Page 87 of The Light Within

Cinn pretended to protest, as if it were a great hardship. He spun in the water, his legs floating upwards to find Julien’s thighs, locking around them.

Julien smiled at him. Cinn smiled back.

“Relax for me.” Julien’s finger breached Cinn for a few moments more, before it was replaced by the tip of his cock nudging against him. “Okay?”

Nodding against Julien’s shoulder, Cinn tightened his legs around him. Julien’s length pushed inside, inch by heavenly inch, deep and all-consuming, stretching him in the most exquisite way. Cinn’s back arched, a low moan leaving his lips as Julien’s hands gripped his hips, guiding him downwards.

Julien’s fingertips dug in tightly, and Cinn gasped. The hot water lapped gently at their skin, bubbles popping and fizzing around them.

Cinn’s arms came around Julien’s shoulders, his body entirely supported by him now. His eyes fluttered shut.

Julien pulled out before sliding home again, both of them groaning in unison.

And holy fuck, why had he never had hot-tub sex before? The way their bodies glided together, the slickness, the glorious heat…

Julien’s thrusts were slow, measured, as if he was savouring the feeling. Cinn’s legs tightened around his waist, urging him deeper, as his own dick became harder, aching between their bodies.

It was at once everything, yet not enough.

Cinn rocked himself, using Julien’s shoulders as leverage. “Julien…” Rough with desire, his voice cracked.

“You want more?” Julien asked, his voice a dangerous whisper.

Cinn’s mind a haze of pleasure, he could only nod and whimper in agreement.

Julien’s pace increased, filling Cinn over and over with sure, urgent thrusts. He smashed his tongue violently against Cinn’s lips, forcing them open, then fucked his mouth in time with his cock.

Jolts of pleasure zipped through Cinn’s own dick, the warmth of the hot tub only intensifying the delight, and the familiar pressure coiled in the base of Cinn’s stomach.

Julien pulled away, inhaling a gasp of air. “You’re so tight. So fucking beautiful like this.”

With one hand resting against the edge of the tub, Julien grasped Cinn’s hair with the other, then pulled his head back.

Julien wanted to see Cinn’s eyes. He always wanted to see them as he came.

Cinn almost couldn’t meet Julien’s gaze, the sensations burning through him overwhelming him. He forced himself to stare into Julien’s dark eyes, pupils blown wide, flickers of candle flame reflected in their depths.

That look. The look ofwantingin Julien’s eyes.

Like Cinn was the only man in the world.

It made him feel high, more intoxicated than any drug could offer.

Julien reached for his hand, entwining their fingers.

Two more slides against his prostate, two more incredible flashes of pleasure. Beautiful wet friction against his cock.

He came again, the full-body orgasm wrecking him in waves, the immense pleasure threatening to drown him. Julien held him securely as he thrashed around in the water, continuing to thrust inside him as Cinn screamed his name, and dug his fingernails into the flesh of his shoulder blades.

The world blurred, Cinn’s brain short-circuiting. He welcomed the blissful abyss. There was only Cinn, Julien, and the warm water cocooningthem in this rapturous bubble. The room darkened, like the candles had been extinguished.

Cinn almost closed his eyes, fighting the instinct at the last second to continue the eye contact that had him in a chokehold.

He was soon rewarded by a rush of warmth filling him as Julien’s dick pulsed deeply inside of him. But he didn’t stop, Julien fucking and kissing him through his orgasm, extending Cinn’s own as his walls seized around Julien.

Julien cried out softly, squeezing Cinn tightly to him as he continued to pound into him, albeit slower, more erratic.

In the end, Cinn had no choice but to beg Julien to stop, his own voice sounding distant, tinny. Julien slid out, continuing to hold him, running wet fingers through Cinn’s tangled hair.

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