Noah

"Oh, fuck, fuck…" He thrust forward as I kissed his neck and sternum. I looked down and saw pre-come connecting us, and it caused heat to flush to the surface of my skin.

"Jesus Christ," I whispered. It was sexy as hell. I hadn't expected that. "Julian…" I snuck a hand between us and rubbed our cocks, spreading the fluids. I stroked and squeezed, and I earned a whimper from Julian. "Open your mouth for me." I showed him two slick fingers, and he sucked them into his mouth like a starving man.

This time, I didn't let him suck for long. I drew back right away and yanked him in for a deep kiss, 'cause fuck if I didn't wanna taste, too.

A growl emanated from my chest, and I flipped him over, consumed by primal desire. The salt lingered on my tongue. It triggered me to go rougher, wanting more.

"Christ, Noah…I want to suck you off," he moaned breathlessly. "You're clean, right? I don't want anything in the way."

"I'm clean." I dragged my teeth along his bottom lip before I pushed my tongue into his mouth. My head swam. I wouldn’t have been this easy to convince to go without protection if it weren't for him and the goddamn high I was on. "I want your ass."

It was something I'd always gotten off on. Anal sex, finger-fucking, tongue-fucking—I was definitely an ass man. And I'd been denied for too damn long. Emma didn't want it, and at the time, it hadn't bothered me too much. But now I was coming back from all that bullshit, and I wanted his ass spread and ready.

"I'll go get lube," he said, but I stopped him by shaking my head.

"No, I want something else. Get on all fours." I sat back on my heels and stroked my cock. "If you give me what I want, I'll let you suck me off until your jaw hurts and then some."

"Fuck yes, what do you want from me? Name it."

I bit my lip, eye-fucking his tight ass. "Sounds. Every genuine reaction to what I do. Don't hold back." I brushed my hand over his left ass cheek softly at first. He shivered and nodded. "Perfect," I said quietly. "Stroke yourself at the same time and follow my pace."

"I can do that… Are you sure I shouldn’t get lube, though? It makes finger-fucking easier."

I chuckled, and for a second, I felt perverted and twisted. Leaning over him, I pressed my cock against his hole and kissed his neck. "Don't worry," I murmured. "Lube isn't necessary for a good tongue-fucking from your uncle."

"Jesus!" Julian choked on a breath and then whimpered, and it was the sweetest fucking sound.

It didn't feel as disturbing as I thought it would, though—the uncle part. And I realized it was because we'd never really lived those roles or had that relationship. Tennyson was right. Julian was my equal. We shared a family bond but no history. It helped to get rid of that taboo, and there was relief there, too.

"Oh my God, I want it," he panted. "I love it dirty. Role-play and stuff. I've never done that."

I didn't need inspiration, for chrissakes. It'd open the floodgates.

I kissed my way down his spine and stroked his sides, over his ink and past his hips. Next, I palmed his ass cheeks and licked the smooth crease to his opening.

"Fuck…" I groaned at the taste. Goddamn amazing. The only thing that bummed me out slightly was that he'd probably showered right before I got home. I would have wanted more of his natural body scent.

Julian sucked in a breath as I swiped my tongue softly over his hole. The protruding skin tightened, which sent more blood to my cock. I'd force my way in.

"Please," he croaked.

I nuzzled the pale fuzz around his opening and then applied more pressure with my tongue. In response, Julian gave me exactly what I wanted. While I licked, sucked, probed, and kissed, he moaned and told me what my actions did to him.

Like me, he produced a lot of pre-come, and I used it to slick him up further. And to taste. It was a fucking turn-on. I loved a good mess.

Goose bumps rose on the skin of his back, and by the time he was relaxed enough for fingers, his skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat. Sucking two fingers into my mouth, I watched him stroke himself for a moment, until he was begging more persistently.

"Ass whore," I whispered.

"Yes…" He let out a drawn-out groan as I slowly pushed two digits inside him. "There!"

I paused. "That was easy." Twisting my fingers, I brushed them over his prostate. It milked him from the inside, and a string of come seeped out of his cock.

"I can't," he whimpered. "Oh hell, more…" He started rambling as I set a steady pace, altering between prostate massage, long strokes that fucked him, and soft teasing with my tongue. "Noah—fuck, Noah!"