As soon as Julian had his fly undone, he was reaching past the zipper and the thick denim, to feel Rob through the soft fabric of his boxers. Hearing him grunt, Julian couldn't wait to get the boxers out of his way too.
He pushed down the waistband and had his fingers circling hard flesh. Rob wasn't in the right position though, so Julian pushed him down. Leaning against the door and window, long legs spread wide, Rob made room for him and stroked his fingers through Julian's hair, murmuring curses and encouragements while Julian bent over his cock.
When Julian wrapped his lips around the head and licked, he made Rob moan and buck his hips. Loving the way Rob pushed into his mouth, Julian hummed around his cock and took him even further down. Then he was losing himself to the feeling, sucking and bobbing his head purely on instinct.
"Fuck, Julian," Rob groaned as he mussed his hair. But soon he was lost to the feeling too.
Head thrown back, resting against the window, broad chest expanding with labored breathing, he was looking down at Julian with hooded eyes. The smoldering look in them drove Julian to suck deeper, faster, harder. A pained moan told Julian to get ready and soon he was swallowing and licking up Rob's come.
It seemed like it took only a breath for Rob to have him on his back with his jeans and his boxers down so he could pin his hips to the car seat. Rob's fingers felt hard, unyielding, even cruel, but his tongue was pure sweetness, pure bliss as it licked him up and down then tortured the head of his cock for a while.
In vein, Julian tried to breathe through it, but the sensation was just too much, too good. After sucking off Rob, he was too pent up with need. He moaned and begged for release, but Rob licked him thoroughly and sucked him so slowly.
Time stretched out while Julian rode the edge of coming. This went on until Rob decided it was time to take Julian over the edge. With a mixture of relief and almost painful extreme of pleasure, Julian came, spilling down Rob's throat, calling his name in a guttural voice.
Panting, kissing, mingling their tastes, they were entwined in the back seat for a while. No thought, no memory, nothing in his head, Julian hardly knew his own name. He just kept saying Rob's, whispering it in his ear as he nibbled it.
"Nothing feels as good as you," Rob told him.
"It's you. I don't know how to be like this without you," Julian confessed and kissed him with a passion he never knew he had inside him until this man came along.
