Page 121 of The Shadows Beyond
Julien kept one hand resting on Cinn’s chest, stroking small circles onto it as he climbed over to his bedside table, to rummage around in a drawer for a painful amount of time. Finally, a bottle clicked open, and Julien removed his hand to squirt a large amount of lube onto his fingers.
Climbing back on top of him, Julien cupped his cheek with his other hand. “Spread your legs,” Julien whispered. “Relax for me.”
With conscious deep breaths, Cinn untensed every muscle, imagining he was sinking ever deeper into the soft bedding. Wet fingers traced a path down his thighs, and he jerked his hips upwards. A full-body shudder coursed through him as Julien pressed one finger to his crease, without breaching him. Then, one slicked finger slipped inside him, and Cinn released a guttural groan as he rolled his hips further into Julien.
With gentle, tender strokes, Julien worked him open, and he became more undone with every thrust. “You don’t need to hold back,” Cinn half gasped.
A tiny chuckle. “Trust me, I have no intention of doing that,mon amour.”
Julien’s mouth trailed a line of feather-soft kisses up, then down the column of Cinn’s throat, before returning tothat spotnear his collarbone, the spot he’d claimed with his mouth in Paris. When Julien lightly nipped it with his teeth, Cinn wrapped his fingers around the tendrils of Julien’s hair before pushing his face further into it. He wanted him to suck it. He wanted to be marked.
Cinn’s heart rate surged impossibly faster, every inch of his skin tingling with an intense warmth. “More,” Cinn gasped, and he didn’t know if he meant more fingers, more pressure, more sucking of his tender skin. He just knew that he needed more, more,more.
Almost instantly, another finger pressed inside him, stretching him open with a small sting before they found their rhythm. Julien’s fingers curled ever so slightly as they sought their prize. The first pass against his prostate had him crying out as warm, electric waves of pleasure rackedhis body. The second and third had his eyes leaking tears. The fourth had him clenching around Julien’s fingers, streams of nonsense pouring out of his mouth.
The sound of his own blood rushing through his ears merged with the one of the wet squelch of Julien’s fingers working absolute magic. Cinn’s balls tightened to the point of pain. “Please,” he begged, before letting out a pitiful whine. “I want you to be inside me when I come.”
Semi-delirious with want and need, when Julien removed his fingers, Cinn began jerking his legs erratically, thrashing about on the mattress. Julien pressed two firm hands onto his hips, pinning him down with enough force and control that Cinn stilled, although with a low, desperate moan.
“Are you going to behave? Or do I have to make you?” Julien said, his tone so sultry it did nothing to help Cinn follow his instructions.
“I’ll behave if you’re quick about it.”
“Oh, I’m anything but quick,” Julien replied. “Didn’t you learn that last time?” He released his iron grip on Cinn to lunge for the lube bottle again, squirting an obscene amount onto himself, slathering up every inch of his length. For the first time, a tiny seed of apprehension unfurled in Cinn as he took stock of what was about to enter him. One look at Julien however had that feeling evaporating into thin air—moonlight hit his face, accentuating his cheekbones above a soft smile that only held adoration. Cinn trusted Julien with this, one hundred and ten percent. Trusted him with his body, and increasingly, his heart.
So when Julien said, “I need you to promise you’ll tell me to stop if it’s too much,” Cinn groaned. If only he hadn’t overshared about his inexperience, Julien would be inside him right now, and he wouldn’t be left with this empty, aching need while he waited.
“Julien, I swear to God if you don’t give it to me right—”
Julien’s lips silenced him with a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep into his mouth. “Promise me,” he hissed.
“I promise,” Cinn choked out.
“Start on your hands and knees,” Julien instructed, with a slap to Cinn’s thigh, and he positioned himself so quickly the world spun.
Cinn closed his eyes.
The only noise that could be heard above the faint music playing in the living room was Cinn’s erratic breath. Then reality became nothing but his own panting breath as Julien pressed the tip of his slick cock against his crease, the euphoria of Julien stroking his dick as he inched ever deeper inside Cinn with tiny thrusts, Julien pausing to ask if it still felt good and Cinn encouraging him onwards, Julien pulling his hair ever so slightly too roughly, Julien’s voice telling him he was doing so,sogood, and then the pressure of Julien’s thighs pressing against him as he bottomed out, filling Cinn completely.
Cinn gripped the duvet, steadying himself as he became consumed with the sensation, the feeling of fullness he’d never felt before.Julien used both hands to grab his hips, fingers digging deep into his flesh, gloriously pleasurable pain coursing through Cinn as Julien began to move, thrusting faster and faster, going impossibly deeper. As his body opened for Julien, he trembled, almost collapsing on top of the mattress.
“Non, mon amour,”Julien murmured as he repositioned him. “Stay right like this.”
Cinn was only able to whimper in response. Each movement knocked the breath out of him as he arched his back, pushing himself further onto Julien’s cock.
“I can’t”—Julien panted, his fingers dipping ever tighter into Cinn’s hip—“describe”—a deep thrust tore a scream out from Cinn’s mouth—“how fucking amazing you feel.”
Cinn became lost in Julien’s long smooth glides, movements that rubbed over every inch inside him, shooting bursts of ecstasy through his every cell.
When Julien ceased moving, and pulled him up into his arms, he didn’t complain, only became a pliant bundle of limbs that sagged back against him, sighing happily.
“Turn around. I want to look into your beautiful eyes when I come,” Julien breathed, releasing his tight grip on him.
Dazed, Cinn lay on his back, staring up at the dark ceiling as if in a fever dream until his vision was consumed by Julien’s face. As Julien eased back inside him, he moaned, dragging his fingernails down Julien’s back as he did so. With his arms bracketing Cinn’s head, Julien captured his mouth, sliding their tongues together at the same pace as he pushed himself inside of him. Distantly, he was aware of Pink Floyd’s ethereal vocals and haunting synthesisers reaching a crescendo.
To muffle his screams and incoherent babbles of pure pleasure, Cinn threw his hand over his mouth, to find his wrist being wrenched back onto the bed.
“Non. I want to hear what I’m doing to you.”
