“I love you, Elliot,” he says, his voice clear and certain. Not desperate like when we were in the SUV fleeing the church—just honest. Simple.
My heart swells. To hear those words from him in this quiet moment feels different—feels real in a way nothing else has before.
“I love you too,” I whisper, leaning forward to kiss him. His lips are gentle against mine, no urgency, just connection.
When we break apart, Julian smiles. “So what happens next?”
We spend hours talking about the future—our future. The gallery will reopen within three months, with expanded space for emerging artists. Julian suggests a dedicated area for LGBTQ+ artists, and I love the idea immediately.
“I’ll need to travel occasionally,” Julian says, tracing patterns on my arm. “But I’ve been thinking about scaling back, delegating more. Making space for what matters.”
“And what matters?” I ask, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it.
“This. Us.” His fingers trail lower, across my stomach. “Building something together.”
The atmosphere shifts subtly, his touch changing from comforting to something more deliberate. I feel my body responding, amazed that after everything, I still want him this intensely.
“I’ve been thinking,” Julian murmurs against my neck, “about trying something we haven’t done yet.”
“What’s that?” My breath catches as his hand moves lower.
“DP.”
I furrow my brow, picturing a third person joining us. “You want... another man involved?”
Julian shakes his head, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “No. I have a strap-on dildo. I want to fuck you with both my cock and the toy. At the same time.”
I raise an eyebrow, both shocked and intrigued by the suggestion.
My eyes widen as I let Julien’s words really sink in. “You’re joking, right? I can’t take both. Your cock is already stretching me to my limit, and now you want to add more?”
Julian’s eyes darken with desire. “Trust me, Elliot. Your body is capable of more pleasure than you realize.” His fingertips trace the curve of my hip. “I’ll prepare you properly. Make sure you’re relaxed, open.”
A shiver runs through me at his words. Despite my protests, my cock twitches against my stomach, betraying my arousal at the thought.
“You like the idea,” Julian murmurs, his voice a silky caress. “Your body’s already telling me yes.”
I swallow hard. “I’m not saying no. I’m just... nervous.”
Julian smiles, that predatory curve of his lips that always makes heat pool in my belly. “Come with me.”
He leads me to the bedroom, his hand warm around mine. The California king bed with its black silk sheets awaits us like an altar.
“On your hands and knees,” Julian commands, his voice gentle but brooking no argument.
I position myself on the bed, feeling exposed and vulnerable. Julian’s hands caress my back, trailing down to my ass. He spreads my cheeks, and I gasp as his tongue makes contact with my entrance.
“Oh God,” I moan, dropping to my elbows as pleasure shoots through me.
Julian works me open with his tongue, circling and probing, making me writhe beneath him. His hand reaches around tograsp my cock, stroking in time with the movements of his tongue.
“Julian, fuck—” I pant as he pushes his tongue inside me, his hand still working my cock with maddening precision.
After thoroughly eating my ass, Julian flips me onto my back. His eyes lock with mine as he lowers his mouth onto my cock, taking me deep into his throat. I arch off the bed, overwhelmed by sensation.
“I’m going to—” I warn as the pressure builds. Julian pulls back slightly but continues sucking, his tongue swirling around the head while his hand pumps the shaft, bringing me right to the edge. Suddenly, his hand squeezes firmly at the base of my cock.
“Not yet,” he murmurs, a wicked smile on his face.
