little bit more before pushing Archer back against the pillows and using both hands to cup around his hips and haul his ass higher onto his thighs.
It had been so long since he’d done this. He bottomed for Bryce almost exclusively, and after him he had only allowed hands and mouths. But then again, Julian had never set much stock into penetration—he’d never believed that one type of sex was more important or more intimate than another.
This moment didn’t change those feelings, but how much Archer wanted it did. It was everything. The head of his dick pushed past the first ring of muscle, and Archer’s groan was rich with sound and vibration. Julian’s hands lifted his hips a little higher, tilting his own, and with a stuttered slide, he was home. His balls slapped against the crack of Archer’s ass, and the sensation almost overwhelmed him.
“Please,” Archer begged. His voice was loud enough, but his flat palm slapped his chest in something like a circle, and Julian shook his head.
“Just…I need a moment. Just one moment.”
Maybe it was the sound of his voice, how tense it was, how close he was to losing it that had Archer relaxing. His body went pliant, and he reached up with one soft hand and traced a line down Julian’s cheek. “Beautiful. That’s the word I want to learn next.”
Julian closed his eyes and breathed out, then leaned in and spoke right against Archer’s lips. “I’ll teach them all to you. Every word you ever want to know. The planets, the stars, the galaxies. Every small facet of your life that’s important to you—it’ll be yours in whatever language you want.”
Archer shuddered, then surged up and kissed him, wrapping his legs tight around Julian’s waist. He was as deep as he could possibly get, his dick pulsing and throbbing. He was too sensitive, too close. Every fiber of his being—down to the very physics that made him—were wrapped up in Archer.
His hand snaked between them, and along with just the barest, most shallow thrust of his hips, he began to stroke his lover. A flush rose from Archer’s chest, up his throat, ending at the very tips of his ears. His eyes were shut, his lips parted, and he looked like he was in an entirely different world.
“Julian,” Archer said again—and though it was no different from the first time he’d said it, that was his undoing.
Julian was coming, his hips stuttering up hard and deep inside Archer. His hand stalled as the orgasm wracked him, bowing forward with his head pressed to Archer’s collarbone. He was grunting, groaning, the noise more feeling than actual sound in his ears, but Archer held him tight through it, his trembling hands digging into his skin.
The slight sting of it brought Julian back down enough to resume his stroking, and he was still mostly hard as Archer’s ass tightened around him, and then he was coming. Julian felt it—wet and sticky against the hair on his lower stomach, and he turned his head to kiss Archer through the last vestiges of his pleasure.
Their shared breath was hot, a little sour, a lot perfect. Julian knew if he wasn’t careful, he could get addicted to the taste of him, the feeling of Archer’s sweat and come smeared over his skin. His eyes shut for a long moment as he pulled away, and he felt Archer’s fingers brush gently into the hair at the back of his neck.
“I don’t know why the fuck they call it a little death because that was…”
Julian chuckled. “I’ll follow thee,” he whispered, “and make a heaven of hell. And die upon the hand I love so well.”
“What’s that one from?”
Julian smiled as he gently eased himself out, and he felt Archer’s soft grunt under his hand before pulling away. He tied the condom off and tossed it toward the little bin, then shifted to wrap himself close around Archer. “Midsummer Night’s Dream. It’s…not actually that romantic.”
“Is any Shakespeare romantic though?” Archer asked, rolling to face him. He slipped his leg between Julian’s thighs, then reached out and traced a finger down the shell of his ear. “Can you hear me okay?”
“This close, yes,” Julian told him. He leaned in to steal a kiss, closing his eyes to savor in it, to bask in it. The future—their future—was a heavy weight ahead of them. There was so much to be done and to be said, but right now he was content to let