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"Lukasz, I can’t take any more," Julian pants. His body is highly sensitive, every nerve cell inside him on fire.
"It’s okay", Lukasz soothes him, stopping to caress Julian’s belly.
"Oh fuck," Julian moans, the sudden loss of touch even more a torture to him. "Please, don’t stop. Do something, Lukasz, please". He knows that he is uttering incoherent stuff but he couldn’t care less.
"Take a deep breath", Lukasz whispers, and then he really gets it going.
***
Thinking about it, Julian doesn’t really know how he has made his way into Lukasz’ house and into his bed.
Or maybe, he does.
There were countless glances in silent understanding, shared laughter and almost accidental touches for weeks.
There was flirting, of course.
And there was this evening when they were alone in the training centre, Julian’s stomach rumbling loudly, and Lukasz asking him casually if they want to have dinner together.
Julian has thought of a pizzeria or maybe a steakhouse and so he was clearly surprised when Lukasz took him home to cook a meal for them himself.
The atmosphere in Lukasz’ kitchen was blazing hot and not because of the pasta boiling on the stove.
Julian could tell from the whole setting that he was not only there to fill his stomach or to enjoy a meal. It was a logical consequence, something inevitable.
And so, when they had finished their meal and went over to Lukasz’ living room, Julian carrying their bottle of wine, he was only a tiny bit surprised when Lukasz answered his question "do you want more wine" with "no, I want you.“
***
Julian tries to take deep breaths, he really does. But keeping up with Lukasz’ touches, his careful movements, is almost impossible.
Suddenly, he understands that he is not here for a quick fuck or a shallow orgasm. He is here for the long run, for Lukasz driving him insane with lust.
Julian shivers. "Fuck me, please," he says without thinking, knowing that he will lose his mind if Lukasz doesn’t.
"I’d be happy to do that if you really want me to," Lukasz replies, gently pinning Julian down onto the mattress. "But first, I have other plans."
***
Their first kiss, heavy from their desire, tastes like an outstanding praliné. Lukasz’ kisses are very male, yet very gentle. Julian is instantly addicted. He follows Lukasz upstairs but demands to stop every second step to stay and kiss him.
They share thorough kisses with a lot of tongue, but never unpleasant.
They also touch each other a lot with Lukasz holding Julian’s face in his hands like a precious Ming vase.
And finally, Lukasz asks: "Do you want to stay here tonight?"
***
All of this comes together in Julian’s head in fast motion, now that he lies naked in Lukasz’ bed, the cool linen a sharp contrast to his heated body.
Lukasz is still pinning him down, gently holding his hips.
When Julian realizes, what he is going to do, he gasps out loud. "No, fuck, please, yes," he moans, for once glad that Lukasz is keeping him still and doesn’t care about the nonsense he is half moaning, half panting.
The first touch of Lukasz’ tongue upon his dick feels like molten fire. Julian is rock-hard in seconds, trying to get more.
"Patience," Lukasz chuckles against Julian’s skin, "we have the whole night ahead of us".
"I don’t know how long I can keep this up," Julian replies, grabbing the sheets.
Lukasz chuckles again but he doesn’t answer anymore, taking care of Julian’s dick again and erasing every proper thought from Julian’s mind.
***
It goes on like this for ages. Julian loses track of time and more than once, he fears that he will lose his mind too. Just when he is about to tip over the edge with Lukasz kissing, stroking, liking and sucking him, Lukasz stops and lets him try to catch his breath. But just when he calms down a tiny bit, he starts all over again.
"You’re a master at this," Julian gasps in between one of these quick breaks, admiring Lukasz’ athletic body.
"You make it easy for me," Lukasz admits before he reaches over to his nightstand.
Julian knows what will be next, he has pleaded Lukasz to fuck him during the last minutes or hours constantly. He closes his eyes while Lukasz puts on the condom but realizes astonished that Lukasz is still taking his time. Of course he is.
There is lube but there is also something else, namely Lukasz going down on him again. "Turn around," he orders softly.
Julian flips onto his belly but he is not prepared for what comes next. A tongue where the lube should be, a tongue and a finger.
"I can’t," he almost shouts into the cushion but in fact, he can. And how he can.
He fists the sheets, the cushion, and lets go, moaning his lust into the world. He almost doesn’t notice that Lukasz tries to gently move him onto his back again but he reaches out to him and pulls him over him. "Now," Julian groans, "I can’t wait any longer."
He half expects Lukasz to prolong everything even more but he just nods and runs his fingers through Julian’s hair.
Julian has had sex with men before. He has bottomed before. But he has never welcomed anyone like Lukasz inside him.
It’s one swift, determined move and they are one, as simple as that and yet so precious. Lukasz gets a hold of one of Julian’s legs, shifts it, and there is sheer, utter pleasure. Julian’s eyes grow big before he simply clings to Lukasz and surrenders to him completely.
He doesn’t regret it. Slowly, steadily, in his own gentleman-like pace Lukasz makes him feel loved, bringing him closer to his orgasm just a bit with every push.
It’s pure bliss.
"Don’t you ever stop," Julian murmurs against Lukasz’ shoulders, already trembling. He is ready to give himself to Lukasz completely but once again, Lukasz has other plans. He pulls out, ignoring Julian’s protests.
"Time to turn things around," he smiles.
"Now?", Julian asks incredulously before he understands what Lukasz means.
"Oh fuck," he says, taking the condom that Lukasz presses into his hands. He almost doesn’t manage to put it on and finds himself being pulled over Lukasz the moment he finally does.
Julian is nervous to make a wrong move but Lukasz guides him and then Julian knows what he has to do. He enters Lukasz while he kisses him deeply, while he strokes his face and while he loves him unconditionally.
"I needed this so much," Lukasz groans. "I wanted this for a long time."
"Oh," is all that Julian can say because he has another task now. He also pauses every now and then, lets time expand and contract again and again.
"Please," Lukasz simply says after a while and Julian nods because he really cannot wait much longer anyways.
Julian holds Lukasz’ hand while he makes the last push, sending them both over the edge simultanously. His world explodes in a million of colours like fireworks, filling him with pure, simple happiness and satisfaction.
"What was that," Julian eventually mutters, still feeling Lukasz’ body perfectly snuggled up against him.
"Hmmm," Lukasz smiles, "I have no idea. But we could maybe do it again to figure it out?"
Julian flops onto his side, trying to calm down. "When?" he grins, "now?"
Lukasz smiles. "Give me five minutes, I am an old man."
Julian shakes his head. "Well, you certainly aren’t. You have more stamina than I do."
"Do not overestimate me," Lukas replies but Julian can hear that he enjoys their little banter.
"I just had the best sex of my life," Julian sighs, gazing at Lukasz.
"That is because you are still young," Lukasz states but Julian shakes his head.
“It’s because of you," he answers. Before Lukasz can say anything in return, Julian adds innocently: "by the way, are the five minutes already over?"
Lukasz winks at him. "You bet they are," he whispers and a few minutes - or hours? - later, Julian can hear himself panting "Lukasz, I can’t take any more" again, while all the way clearly encouraging him to go on.