Page 10 of Sugar

Juno hadn’t gone home with Piper expecting this. He’d hoped for burritos, which were now getting cold on the coffee table. He’d expected conversation and maybe even learning about the man a bit—and Piper hadn’t disappointed. The man was a goddamn rocket scientist and an astronaut. Those were two very unexpected things. And he probably would have been happy to sit on Piper’s couch and listen to his stories about what it was like living on the space station.

But then Piper had kissed his hand with his full, warm lips, and Juno had shattered. He was on the verge of begging, but Piper hadn’t let him get that far. Instead, he’d taken Juno by the hand and led him to a dark bedroom.

Juno hated it immediately. He didn’t want to be in the dark for as long as he could see Piper’s face. But it felt intimate and almost necessary as Piper’s massive hands began to undress him. He was careful with Juno, tender without making him feel like he was breakable.

He kissed every inch of exposed skin as he peeled away Juno’s shirt and then his jeans, then his socks. He kissed his sweaty, bare feet like they didn’t smell from being on them all day. He nibbled at the backs of his thighs and kissed the join between his leg and his cock. He skipped all the needy parts of him, paying closer attention to the pieces of Juno that rarely got attention.

This was not Juno’s first go around with a veritable stranger. He was good-looking and always had been. He’d been hit on by peers and people in power. He’d had to hide from people in charge of him when he was in the system and the occasional boss who thought he was an easy, vulnerable target.

Those people had put Juno off seeking anything with men like Piper, but he was different. He wanted Juno—that much had always been obvious—but he didn’t treat him like a doll or a piece of meat. He laughed at his jokes—he genuinely laughed, even when it was obvious he didn’t get the humor. He smiled a lot, and brought Juno little gifts to his bakery, and always made him feel like he was worthy of taking up space.

He’d only known him for two months, but Juno felt like he’d been in this man’s orbit for years, and he was afraid to stop, even if he was also afraid to let gravity draw him in.

“Talk to me,” Piper murmured as he kissed over Juno’s chest. “Tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”

“You’re doing it all right,” Juno said. His voice was thready and small, and his cock was throbbing with each beat of his pulse. He wanted Piper so badly it made his teeth ache. “Will you finger me?”

Piper groaned. “Yeah. I can’t fuck you tonight, but I can finger you and suck you off.”

Juno’s hips rolled against Piper’s. “Is it condoms? Because I’m on PReP, and I get tested regularly.”

“I would never put you at risk.” He hesitated, and Juno could tell there was more. “But it’s not that. I…it’s been difficult, um, for me to get hard, and…yeah.” Even in the dim light, Juno could see him blushing.

He quickly cradled his face. “Hey. Hey.” He lifted his head and took Piper’s lips in a long, hot kiss. Piper tasted like coffee, and he kissed like he hadn’t done much of it over the course of his life. That was a tragedy Juno would visit later.

For now, he took him by the chin and guided the kiss the way he liked it. Piper was wrong about one thing: he was smart. He followed directions very well.

He took to kissing Juno like it was his sole purpose on Earth, and soon enough, his pressing, hot, wet tongue was dragging Juno toward the edge. Christ, it had been too long since he’d done this and even longer since he’d done this with someone he wanted.

And he was fairly sure he’d never wanted someone as much as he wanted Piper now.

“Do you have lube?”

“Yeah,” Piper whispered.

“Get it.”

Piper rolled away, pawing around in his drawer until he came back with a bottle of KY. Juno almost laughed at how nervous he looked. Like he was about to jump out of his own skin. Then, a thought hit him, and it almost stole his boner. “Hey, Piper…am I your first man? Like, are you just figuring out your sexuality with me?”

Piper blinked, then snorted. “No, sugar. I’m gay, and I’ve known it for a while. I’ve just, uh…well. I’ve been in the closet for a long, long time. And I’ve never been in a relationship. Why? Am I doing this all wrong?”

Juno quickly shook his head. “No. I just wanted to make sure. You seem nervous, and I want this to be good for you too.”

“It’s already better than I could have imagined.” Piper kissed him again, pinning him to the bed with his lips as his hands opened the tube with a soft click. He felt Piper’s arm moving, and then two slick fingers brushed under his balls, and Juno pulled his legs up toward his chest. “Fuck,” Piper groaned. “Let me see you. Yeah, just like that.”

Juno rolled his hips to give Piper access, and it only took a moment for him to breach Juno’s hole. It stung in the best way, the hot burn trailing up his spine, curling into his stomach, and he rocked his hips downward as Piper pushed deeper.

“You’re so tight,” Piper moaned.

“It’s been a while for me too.”

Teeth grazed his hammering pulse, suckling gently, drawing blood to the surface of his skin. He felt it when a bruise bloomed, and while he knew he should tell Piper to stop, he didn’t want him to. He wanted to feel the ache for days—see the evidence on his skin for as long as he was able to.

He shoved that thought aside quickly. He pulled back and rolled his hips to change Piper’s angle, and a gasp erupted from him when his fingers grazed his prostate. “There. Fuck…right there. Right there.”

Piper finger-fucked him the way Juno was begging for it, and then he carefully slid down. Juno widened his eyes, focused as best he could as Piper parted his lips and licked at the head of his cock. He wanted to sear this image in his brain forever. If he lost everything, the only thing he wanted to keep was this.

“Please,” Juno whispered. He reached down and traced a touch down the side of Piper’s face. “Please, please…”

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