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As Julien got closer, Priest pressed a button on the remote to their stereo, and when the song “Young at Heart” by Sinatra filled the room, Julien’s pulse began to race. That was his song.
As Julien came to a stop by his husband’s side, Priest looked up at him. “This meal was delicious. By far one of the best things I’ve ever put in my mouth.”
Julien trailed the back of his fingers down Priest’s cheek. “That’s a high compliment, knowing firsthand how many things have been in this mouth.”
Priest reached up, quick as a bolt of lighting, and took hold of Julien’s wrist. “Watch yourself, Julien. Just because I am pleased doesn’t mean you should run your tongue. Or maybe you should—that could be fun, too. Truly, though, this meal was the best yet.”
Julien’s cock throbbed at the compliment, and he inclined his head slightly. “Merci beaucoup.”
Priest moved back from the table and turned on his seat so he could tug on Julien’s arm, making him step in between his spread thighs. “Au contraire—I believe it’s my turn to thank you. And I find I want to end the night on a high note, and nothing but a taste of you can do that.”
As Priest released Julien’s wrist and his fingers went to the button of his pants, he unfastened them, but Julien stilled him. “Non, Joel. You’re too wound up.”
“Just a taste,” Priest said, and such an appeal wasn’t something Julien heard often, so he relented.
“Okay. Just a taste…”
AS PRIEST MOVED to his knees, he allowed himself to get lost in the moment. With his favorite, Ol’ Blue Eyes, serenading them, he basked in the sight of the striking man in front of him and was, as always, incredibly proud to call Julien his. But ever since the Christmas party at his new law firm, Mitchell & Madison, the tension around the household had gotten to where they needed to blow off some steam or they’d combust.
They had had a plan, one they had talked about at length, on the best way to approach Robert Bianchi, and when that plan had spun out of control, Priest had become antsy and Julien had put up the “do not enter me” sign, knowing full well the mood his husband was in.
So tonight, Priest would give him this instead.
He took hold of Julien’s hip, and when Julien circled the base of his erection and pointed it toward him, Priest traced the tip of it with his tongue.
“Would you like me to suck it for you?” Priest said, his voice raspy. “You’ve definitely earned it.”
“I have, haven’t I? You’ve been such a grouch lately,” Julien said, as his chest rose and fell under the lightweight burgundy sweater he wore.
It was true, Priest had been overly irritable of late, and while Julien was able to temper his dominant side, it took something very specific to pull Priest back from an edge like the one he was currently on. Something that Julien wasn’t willing to give up entirely—his control.
Priest didn’t respond, merely dropped his eyes to the wool and said, “Take off your sweater.”
Julien didn’t hesitate. He reached for the hem of the cashmere, and as he inched it up his torso, his sculpted body came into view and the cut lines of his physique had Priest’s cock thickening in an instant.
Julien’s shoulders and left bicep were decorated with intricate swirls of ink, and across his left pec the word Amorè was written in script. As he pulled the sweater off, the tattoo shifted and made Priest want to get to his feet so he could trace it with the tip of his tongue. But when Julien tossed the garment to the floor, impatient, Priest growled at the move and smoothed his hands up Julien’s sides until he reached his nipples and pinched both of them—hard.
“Putain.” Julien shut his eyes as he thrust his pelvis forward.
“Stunning,” Priest said in such a reverent tone that Julien’s eyes opened back up. “You are stunning, Julien.”
Julien pulled on his hair, angling Priest’s head back, and the arousal both of them had been denying themselves was displayed in Julien’s eyes and flushed cheeks.
“Prove it,” Julien said, and Priest ran his hands over Julien’s ribs and around to his ass until he held a firm cheek in each palm and tugged him forward so he could scrape his teeth along Julien’s hip.
Julien grunted at the sting of pain, and Priest burrowed his nose into the V of his groin and inhaled, loving the freshly showered scent mixed with the heady fragrance of Julien’s sex.
It was times like this that he wished he knew how to temper himself. But with the adrenaline coursing through him, Priest knew if he got inside this man, it wouldn’t be an easy ride.
As Julien urged Priest’s face closer to the neatly trimmed curls surrounding his cock, his erection brushed up against the short scruff Priest had grown this winter and a tortured sound of ecstasy escaped him.
