Page 25 of Once Upon A Valentine
“Your mouth.” Bran shook his head, his eyes darting to Julian’s lips.
“Tell me.” Julian demanded, beginning to stroke himself at the same pace Bran was using.
“I love the way you suck my cock. Like you’re the lucky one for getting the chance when we both know I’m the lucky one in this relationship.” Bran was panting now, his hand beginning to move faster as he watched Julian draw his own cock out of his pants. “Love the way your tongue feels when you flick my slit. The warmth and pressure when you take me down your throat. The way you always kiss me after I come so I can taste myself on you, taste us together.”
Julian’s cock was so hard he was certain it would break off in his hand if he kept stroking but he didn’t stop, “I love the way you taste. Love the way you shudder when I put my mouth on you. Love swallowing your come and knowing you’re inside me, a part of me.”
“Jules…” Bran groaned his name and he could see the veins in his arm bulging now.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Keep stroking.”
“I’m gonna come.” Bran grit through his teeth.
“That’s the point, Branson.”
“I don’t want to come by myself. Don’t make me. I want you here with me. Need you touching me. Reminding me I’m not alone anymore.”
Whatever lesson he’d been planning to teach, whatever game he’d been playing, it fell away with that one desperate plea. Bran was begging him and he couldn’t deny him, had never been able to deny him anything. If Bran wanted him, needed him, then that was what he would get.
With a quick jerk of his pants, Julian stepped out of them. He hastily unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. In less than ten seconds he was stepping into the glass enclosed shower and wrapping Bran in his arms. The man seemed to sag with relief when Julian backed him against the shower and slapped his hand away, taking both of their cocks in his hand.
“Jules.” Bran whispered his name like a prayer and Julian leaned forward, kissing him softly even as he jerked them off hard and fast.
They were both breathing too hard to keep the kiss going so Julian settled for pressing their foreheads together. They shared air as they breathed and their eyes were glued to each other. This was what he’d always wanted. Not just sex. Not just control or even a man that could make him lose it. He’d wanted this intimacy, this trust, this connection, and somehow his heart had always known that he would only ever find it with this one man.
Bran made a small sound, a half-caught breath, the sign Julian had learned months ago meant he was about to come. Julian didn’t let up. He didn’t look away. He kept stroking and when he felt Bran start to shudder against him, he added that twisting motion he knew would send them both over the edge.
“Fuck.” He cried out as his cock spasmed.
Bran moaned his name. At least he thought that was the sound Bran made. He couldn’t be sure over the pounding of his blood and the water of the shower. His hand kept moving of its own accord, stroking them through the climax until it became too much and he was forced to release their cocks.
He all but collapsed against Bran, pinning him to the wall, holding him up as much as Bran’s arms around him held him in place. They panted together, regaining their breath and basking in the moment. The warm shower beat a steady rhythm around them until Julian finally found enough energy to straighten himself back up and meet Bran’s eyes again.
His lids were heavy but the silver-blue gaze beneath was warm and soft, “Hi.”
Julian chuckled and leaned forward to kiss him lightly, “Hi.”
“Mmm, that was…” Bran closed his eyes and hummed.
“Creative?”
“Perfect.” Bran opened his eyes again, a lopsided smile curving up his handsome face. “Exactly what I needed.”
“Me too.” Julian admitted, nuzzling their noses together.
They stayed like that for a few more minutes. Julian knew he should grab the soap and clean them up. He should get them moving but instead he relaxed in Bran’s arms and enjoyed the moment as his lover stroked his big hands up and down his back.
“Jules?”
“Hmm?”
“Do we still have to go to dinner?”
Julian barked out a laugh and pushed out of Bran’s arms, “Yes. We still have to go to dinner. Why do you think I made you get in the shower to start with?”
Bran smacked his bare ass, “Sneaky bastard.”
“Come on, let’s get cleaned up. The sooner we get to dinner the sooner we can come back home and I can take you to bed.”
