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DEACON

“ H urry,” Julian murmurs against my lips.

“I’m trying,” I say, biting his bottom lip. “But I’m too distracted.”

He slips his hand between us, grazing my thickening length, and I groan into his mouth. “We’re going to end up naked in this hallway if you don’t stop that.”

“I’m sure everyone will enjoy the show,” he taunts.

At the sound of the beep, I hurry us into the hotel room, Julian’s hands now gripping my waist as I guide us both to the bed in the center of the room. Allowing myself to fall back onto the mattress, I expect Julian to climb on top of me, but instead he steps out from between my legs and gazes down at me, eyes filled with love, yet his expression is reserved.

“What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head, the side of his mouth tipping up into a small smile. “Nothing.”

I readjust my straining erection. “Then why aren’t you on this bed with me? I thought after you mauling me in the elevator, this is where we were headed.”

“Oh,” he says with a nod, “we’re definitely still headed there.”

I raise a brow at him. “But?”

“Not a but,” he says, shaking his head. “More like a holy shit, we did it .”

Chuckling, I rise off the bed, stepping toward him. “No regrets, then?”

There’s no seriousness in the question, and yet I feel myself waiting with bated breath for an answer I already know.

“About marrying you?” He shakes his head vehemently. “Absolutely not.”

“And the day?”

Arms circle my neck as he places kisses against my jaw. “Perfect.”

Angling my head, I give him access to the length of my neck, the heat between us rising with every press of his mouth.

“I’m going to have a shower,” he says in between kisses. “Want to join me?”

Before I have the chance to answer, Julian steps back and strips out of his tuxedo jacket, haphazardly throwing it onto the floor. Deft fingers reach for his bow tie, sliding it off his neck and then undoing the top button of his shirt.

My eyes stay glued to his hands as they move down his body, exposing his skin to me inch by agonizing inch.

My cock is hard, my mouth is desperate, my body aching for him.

His shirt falls to the floor, and my groan echoes off the walls. Next is his belt, followed by the button of his pants. Watching him slide the zipper down to expose his briefs almost feels like torture.

We’ve gained a lot of confidence in the bedroom over the years. Both of us in different ways and for different reasons. There should’ve been a discomfort about being with a man for the first time, and I’d waited for it, almost wanting it.

But it never came.

Instead, there was disbelief that something so new and foreign and unexpected could feel so perfect.

I’ve never felt more like myself than I have with Julian, and our compatibility and chemistry together solidifies that even more. When you’re with your best friend, there is no embarrassment, shame, or awkwardness. Sex can be both fun and absolute fire; we can lust and laugh all in the same breath.

Not wanting to be left behind, I begin taking off my own clothes, mirroring his movements, less than a minute behind. My gaze dances over every inch of his naked skin, seeing the way he’s filled out over the years. It isn’t just about spending more time on himself but finding himself worthy to be taken care of. Prioritizing himself; his wants and needs.

I drag my gaze down the smattering of hair on his torso, to the V-cut of his abdomen, and feel my own cock thicken painfully at the sight of his hard length resting beautifully against it. He takes measured backward steps toward the bathroom, all while his gaze is on me. I stalk toward him as each item of my clothing falls to the floor.

Stretching his arms across the doorway, a cocky, teasing smirk spreads across his face. His whole demeanor screams “catch me if you can,” and catching him is exactly what I plan on doing.

“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” he says, glancing down at my underwear.

“Want to do something about it?”

His hands slip beneath the waistband of my boxers, and he pushes them down, my cock slapping my stomach in the process. Raising his eyes to meet mine, Julian watches me as he kneels on the floor and slides them down my legs before I step out of them.

Lightly grazing the length of my body with his fingers, Julian’s smirk reappears as he bypasses my aching cock and slowly rises to his feet.

I raise my brow. “Better?”

Nodding, he returns to his position in the doorway, his expression almost challenging me.

Wordlessly accepting it, my hands land on his chest, his muscles under my palms, my thumbs grazing his nipples.

Julian’s breath hitches, and I revel in his reaction.

Lowering my head, I kiss the length of his collarbone and up his jaw before gently pushing him past the threshold. When his backside hits the cabinet, I turn him around so we’re both staring at our reflections in the mirror.

Our gazes meet as I press my hard length against his naked ass, the heat from earlier reigniting. Julian tips his head back with a groan, and my hand rounds his hip and circles his thick erection.

The skin is hot and tight around his shaft, the tip of his cock glistening and peeking out. I move my hand up and down as I pepper his shoulders with open-mouthed kisses, my eyes never leaving our reflection.

“Did you think you were the only one who could tease?” I say against his skin. “Look at us in the mirror, baby.”

Lowering his head, I feel the deep inhale, his back to my front, as his eyes take us in. With my mouth resting on his shoulder, our eyes boring into one another, I drag my free hand up his torso and rest it possessively around his neck.

I guide my tongue over his fluttering pulse as my hand moves up and down his shaft, stroking him painfully slow. He tries to piston his hips, and I know his body well enough to know he wants more. Wants my hand to grip him tighter, my hand to jerk him faster.

“Not so fast,” I tell him. “I want you to feel the absolute torture it’s been all night to keep my hands off of you.”

My movements purposefully still on his cock, and I squeeze it while my mouth kisses up and down the nape of his neck. Absolutely enthralled by the idea of edging him, my mind conjures up all the downright filthy ways I can.

It’s a struggle to take my eyes off of us, the vision of my hands on him making it impossible to look away. The emotions between us are palpable, the sexual tension amplifying everything to unimaginable heights. I know he wants to crawl beneath my skin as much as I want to crawl beneath his. We’re already impossibly close—skin to skin—and yet somehow it feels like we’re still too far apart.

“What do you want me to do to you?” I ask, still kissing him.

“Anything and everything.” He raises his arm and hooks it around my neck. “Just need to feel you.”

My mouth continues to assault his skin, my gaze watching him melt for me. He’s lost in my touch, and every part of me swells with pride at the effect I have on him.

Releasing my grip on his shaft, I bring my hand between us, spreading his cheeks and pressing my hard cock firmly into his crease.

“Fuck,” Julian says, his breath labored. “More.”

“Bend,” I order, placing my hand between his shoulders and pushing him down. Stepping back, I give us both a little bit of room, just enough to allow his body to fold over the bathroom sink. It’s spacious enough, but it’s surely uncomfortable, and yet he eagerly does what I say; his ass desperate for more.

Reaching for the liquid soap, with one hand, I pump a small amount into my palm. Hissing at the cool temperature on my skin, I rub it up and down my cock before sliding it back between Julian’s ass.

I move my hips back and forth, slipping my cock between his cheeks, up and down against his taint, loving the easy, slick glide. Gripping my cock, I line up the tip with his hole and then add the smallest amount of pressure, just enough to make him moan.

Pulling away, I trace his rim with the tip, smearing my pre-cum into his skin. It takes every ounce of control I have not to push inside him and fuck him into oblivion. Hooking an arm around his waist, I bring him back up, flush against me, my cock still nestled between his crease. Wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I stroke him, my hips moving in tandem with my hands.

“Deacon,” he pleads.

“What do you want?” I ask again, almost taunting him. “Do you want my lips around you? Your cock sliding in and out of my mouth, hitting the back of my throat?”

Julian’s body shudders as an unintelligible whimper echoes around us. “Or do you want my tongue at your hole?”

Heat dances along my spine as my balls tighten at my own words. The plan was to torture him, but we’re both very much suffering.

“I’m gonna come,” he says in a rush. “Fuck, I’m gonna?—”

“Don’t even think about it.” I drag my hand down to his sac and squeeze it almost painfully. “Not until I’m deep inside you, baby, and you’re milking my cock with this beautiful ass of yours.”

“Deacon,” he cries out, my name both a plea and a demand. “Please.”

“Please, what?” I say gently, my hips slowing down, my hand on his cock, now at a standstill. “Stop?”

I teasingly drop my hands to my sides and step away from his body. “Is this what you want?”

Julian’s shoulders rise and fall as he tries to regulate his breathing. Turning around, he stands there staring at me, need written all over him. His muscles are tight and strained, his cock bobbing in the air, desperate for attention.

“I’m going to have a shower,” he says, repeating the exact words that led us in here in the first place. He glances down at my erection, and his tongue peeks out hungrily. “Want to join me?”

The shower is full of steam as I enter it, Julian languidly rubbing soap all over his body as he waits for me. The decision to hang back while he started the shower has my heart rate regulating and my blood pumping slower. It’s a constant state of back and forth, wanting the release but wanting the buildup more. We’ve always been like this, alternating from hard to soft and fast to slow and all the way back again.

Stepping into the spray, I stand behind Julian and let my hands roam over his lathered-up skin as he turns around to face me. Wordlessly, he presses his lips to mine, and our hands keep busy touching and exploring. Mine move down the length of his back, settling on his backside, caressing his firm ass. He pumps the body wash into his hands and lazily washes me.

My tongue dances with his, but it’s a slow dance, our mouths moving without urgency. Our bodies continue to meld together, skin against skin, hands everywhere and nowhere all at once. It’s the prelude to the main event, the introduction to the night, the beginning of the rest of our lives.

We take turns rinsing one another, my fingers grazing his nipples, his skating my length. I wash his hair and he rinses mine. If my lips aren’t on his, his eyes are getting lost in mine, nothing but the purest love between us.

In silence, I turn off the water and watch Julian step out of the shower and dry himself. I reach for a towel, but he swats my arm away and grabs it himself.

“Let me,” he says.

He starts at my hair and makes his way down my body—my torso, my groin, my thighs. He lowers himself to his knees, heat-filled eyes glancing up at me expectantly, and suddenly we’re back to the hot and heavy portion of the evening.

Extending my arm, I hold it out for him, and he takes it, rising up to his feet. I guide us out of the bathroom, and he leads us toward the bed. I push him onto the mattress and then quickly detour to our bag and grab the lube.

Upon my return, Julian is sitting on the edge of the mattress, stroking himself. I haphazardly throw the bottle on the bed and kneel between his spread legs.

He cards his fingers through my hair as I begin to trail kisses up the inside of his thigh. I bury my face in his groin, breathing him in, the whole day somehow narrowing down to this very moment.

I live for him, and not in a he’s-the-only-reason-I’m-alive way but that everything I do is for him, to make him feel cherished and wanted and loved.

Me on my knees, vowing to love and worship him.

“This…” Despite my arousal, my voice is laced with so much emotion, it almost feels hard to breathe. “This is where I want to start and end every day. With you.”