Noah

Around the same time my jaw started aching, he cried out for me to stop and squirmed away, panting and shaking.

"Too close." He collapsed again and threw an arm over his face.

I crawled over him and kissed his chest. "Get lube, Julian. I'm taking your ass."

He nodded quickly and practically flew out of the room. In the meantime, I kneeled on the bed and stroked myself, spreading the fluids that seeped out of my cock. Then he was back, and I told him to lie down on his stomach.

His ass was fucking perfection. Tight, smooth, and soft enough to drive me wild. I spent ages tongue-fucking him, squeezing and rubbing his cheeks, and fingering him.

By the time I slicked up my cock, he was a pleading mess. He gasped for air and pushed out his ass for me, and I fisted my cock and pressed teasingly against his opening.

"Fuck, please," he groaned. "I need your cock, Noah."

I leaned over him to kiss his neck, and then I slowly pushed in. Caught between me and the mattress, he was completely at my mercy. That urge to consume him was back, and this time, I knew it wasn't going anywhere.

I screwed my eyes shut and bit into his shoulder. Forcing my way deep inside him, feeling him…it was out of this world.

"Christ." I hissed and stilled when my cock was buried. "So fucking good."

His breathing stuttered, his hands trying to grab at my legs. "I need—oh hell, yesss… More—I want to feel you."

"In a minute." Lifting my upper body, I palmed both his ass cheeks and watched my cock work his tight hole. "What a sight." I slowly fucked him into the mattress, mesmerized. My cock came out slick with lube, blood pulsing fast and making me more sensitive.

I needed to see him, though. Pulling out, I told him to turn over, and he was more than willing. He spread his legs for me and yanked me down on him. His kiss was hungry, deep, and filled me with both relief and pleasure. And the need for more. I pushed in once more, and I set a steady pace. I fucked him in long strokes and grabbed the headboard to fuck him harder.

"That’s it." I shuddered and dipped my head to capture his mouth with mine. "You're gonna turn me into an addict, baby."

"Good." He wrapped his legs around me and dug his fingers into my back, rocking to meet my every thrust. "I like it when you call me that, by the way."

I smiled then rolled my hips to get deeper. It made him cry out, and I felt the sticky mess he was making on his stomach. I stroked him as my orgasm approached, wanting us to get off at the same time.

"It's what you are, isn't it?" I groaned as he licked a bead of sweat from my neck. "My musical genius and my baby."

"Fuck," he whimpered. "Yeah." He nodded and kissed me even more hungrily than before, and I could tell he was getting close. His breathing was choppy and shallow. He tensed up, and he shook.

Pleasure pooled in my gut, like a ball waiting to explode. It kept building up, and I went harder and deeper. My sac felt tight, and it slapped against his skin every time I rammed into him.

"Look at me." I grabbed his jaw. My breathing was growing out of control, and it wouldn’t be too long until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I didn't say anything else to him, but I stared. I saw his desire, his vulnerability, and I knew I'd never seen anything sexier. Or more beautiful.

Moments later, he lost it. His eyes fell closed, he sucked in a breath, he gripped my arms, and he started coming.

The sight of rope after rope of come hitting his chest did me in. I groaned and slammed my cock deep inside his ass, and then I lost it, too. I breathed through clenched teeth as I filled him. Every inhale made me salivate at the scent of sex that lingered heavily in the air.

Afterward, I collapsed next to him and waited for my heart rate to go back to normal. I was spent and deliriously sated, and I'd hit a new low of stupidity if I even attempted to say this was an itch I could scratch. Unless the scratching was forever. There was no goddamn way I'd get over Julian.

I couldn’t lie; I was slightly panicked about it, but what good would it do to fight it? I'd tried and failed for a year.

Acceptance. I needed to accept it. It would probably take a while, but I was done denying it.

"I'm going to be so sore tomorrow," he whispered.

I grinned and blew out a heavy breath, my heart still beating fast. "I'll take that as a compliment."