‘Oh baby,’ Lachlan says, kissing him.‘You’re so fucked up.’
Jules makes an indignant sound, smacks his ass hard.
‘You shouldtalk, Mr Five Seconds Flat!’
Lachlan snorts into his mouth, drizzling lube liberally between Jules’ legs even while he laughs.‘That my new nickname?’
‘It will be if you don’t—uhhh, ohh God fuck yeah,’ he moans, threats cut short as Lachlan slides one finger inside him, and his spine arches like a bow drawn tight.Lachlan finds his prostate, rubbing and circling.
‘Well, look at that.A way to shut you up,’ he whispers, sucking on Jules’ earlobe as he finger-fucks him open, adding a second, stretching Jules to take what comes next.‘Show me what you do with the tee.’
‘Fuckoff,’Jules grits out, cheeks red, tears spilling as new pleasure begins to pull him apart.‘I didn’t do anything with it.’
‘Liar,’ Lachlan accuses knowingly, ruthlessly rubbing where it feels so good that Jules squirms and whines, fingers digging into Lachlan’s skin,fuckyes, he wants that, he wants this boy’s marks like teeth.‘Show me.’
‘Guess.’
‘I bet…’ Lachlan adds a third finger slowly, watching for pain, but Jules doesn’t tense up.He’s liquid, warm and relaxed, ‘that you put it over your face while you jerked off,’ he guesses, voice dropped to a low baritone.‘Am I right?’
Jules kisses him so hard it draws blood.
‘You’re always right,Bodyguard,’ he pants, hips rolling in time with the rhythm of Lachlan’s targeted preparation.‘I fuckinghateit.’
‘Nah,’ Lachlan says, draws back the three and lets his little finger join them before slowly,so fucking slowly,pushing them all in together and watching Jules’ mouth fall open, brow knotted, ‘youloveit, baby.’
Jules makes a guttural noise of pure undoing.
‘I do, I do, I love it,’ he blurts out, fingers digging so hard in Lachlan’s back that they’ll break skinandbruise.‘I love that you know me.It made me fall for you so hard!Fuck me now,pleasefuck me, put it in me.I need to feel you.’
Lachlan rolls the condom on before slicking himself up properly with lube.He shifts Jules’ legs over his shoulders and folds him gently upward just long enough to wedge a pillow beneath his lower back before settling between his thighs again.Jules keeps kissing him the entire time.Mouth when he can reach it, skin when he can’t.Growing impatient, he catches Lachlan’s fingers and drags them into his own mouth instead, sucking softly around them with a muffled little moan that nearly derails Lachlan all over again.
‘Ready?’Jules nods fervently.Lachlantsks.‘Sayyes,then.’
‘Yes,’ Jules says, biting his thumb.
‘That’s my boy,’ Lachlan praises, pressing himself inside for the first time, and despite how well Jules took his fingers, it’sshockinglytight and so fucking wet, so warm that he literally gasps, blinking fast,fuck,fuck.He’s so ruined, he’s never gonna want anything else again, anyone.‘Oh God, Jules.Fuck.’
He’s barely a quarter of the way in, can’t help but want to take it slow even though he knows he’s not the first.It’ssogood he can’t catch a full breath.Lachlan tightens all over, tensed up with restraint.
‘This OK?’
‘More, I want more.’
‘Are you sure you—?’
Jules lightly slaps his face.
It’s not much more than a cheek clap, but ohGod.
A new vortex of pleasure spins through his core.Lachlan makes a weird noise, half smothered groan, half pained grunt and Jules clenches around him so hard it almost makes his dick pop back out again, no choice but to push deeper and beg, ‘Slap me again.’
‘What?’
‘Please.’
Jules laughs, slaps his face, playful but lessgentle.‘Who’s fucked up now?’
‘It was always me, baby,’ Lachlan groans, mouth falling open as he bottoms out, slow but sure, it’sinsane,oh fucking hell.It’s so good itaches, hurts, burrowing deep to brand his bones.‘Oh my God.’
