Lachlan studies him, reading, seeking.
He feels stupid but not in a bad way.
Just so wholly focused on Jules that it leaves him non-verbal.
Lachlan rubs his nose against Jules’ own, planting small kisses on his lips until Jules makes them big ones, deep and greedy, sharing the taste of himself.
‘I never came like that before,’ Jules tells Lachlan, hand splayed over Lachlan’s side with the three scars.Jules can fit a finger on each of the three.‘You’re gonna ruin me, aren’t you?’
Lachlan grunts affirmative, kissing him with closed eyes, the lashes of which are wet.‘Love you,’ he mutters, intelligence returning slowly.‘I love you,’ he says, so painfully true that it hurts to say, ‘Just love you so much.’
‘I love you too,’ Jules tells him, pushing his hair back, those gorgeous eyes roaming.‘Are you OK?’Lachlan nods, smiles to show he is but it’s a little shaky and Jules is so sharp, of course he sees it.‘What’s wrong?’
‘Nothing, promise.’
‘Are you sure?’
A sharp flicker of irritation at himself for making Jules worry grants Lachlan a moment of clarity.He clears his throat, beautifully sore, then leans over him and kisses him properly this time, kisses him the way he deserves.‘I’m so sure, baby,’ he murmurs.‘Sorry.’
‘I like seeing you stripped back, just want to make sure you’re all right.’
‘I’m always all right.’
Honey brown eyes move between dark grey.
‘Not always,’ he whispers, clever thing, so fucking smart, he’s like a human lie detector sometimes.Jules’ hand is trailing absently over Lachlan’s body, and it’s driving Lachlan fucking crazy.It makes his throat full in a different way, twists him into a knotted mess of pulsing muscle, makes him want to cry, beg,begfor it to never stop.‘Oh, you like this?’
Lachlan nods, gone stupid again, had barely five seconds of being human before the sensations returned full force.‘Ngh.’
‘I don’t think you get touched very often,’ Jules whispers as his hand levels out horizontally over Lachlan’s back,hoveringjust a fraction above as he strokes him and the sensation of it makes Lachlan want to cry it’s so good.Jules is right, no one touches him like this, no one ever has, and he’sstarvingfor it.‘When’s the last time someone touched you gently?’
Lachlan has todredgewords up like a body from a lake.
‘Like this?’
‘Yeah.’
‘N-never.’
Jules flips them over and gets on top.
Lachlan can see Jules so much better now, his arms aren’t trembling with the effort of holding himself up although he bemoans the loss of Jules’ hand making heaven over his skin in that strange way.
Once again, Lachlan had pretty much forgotten about his dick, currently aching andstrainingfor attention between their bodies.Lachlan stares up, trying hard to come back to his focused, capable self.
Love really does seem to be the ruinof him.
‘Can I…?’Jules asks, hand drifting to Lachlan’s cock.
Lachlan swallows, throat dry.
‘Anything.Whatever you want,’ he says and means it, would let Jules fuck him if he wanted, hasneverlet anyone do that but he would now, only he senses that’s not what Jules wants.Jules’ fingers brush up along the column of his cock, a feather-light touch that has Lachlan’s thighs quivering.
‘Fuck,’ Jules utters, fascinated.‘You’re so responsive.’
‘Mhhm,’ Lachlan agrees, lips in a tight line.
‘I didn’t expect that.’
