Enduring Pt 02

"I don't usually do this, you know," Julian admitted to Arthur in a quiet moment before the blissful chaos of what would happen next.

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Julian and Arthur walked hand-in-hand along the Alma River. The cool night air wrapped around them, but neither felt a chill. The warmth of their intertwined fingers, the lingering electricity from their kiss, and the unspoken sexual tension pulling them together was more than enough to keep them both warm. The silver moon rippled on the river's surface as it followed the two men's journey through the eastern side of town before crossing one of the many historic bridges to the western side of town. They strolled in comfortable silence towards their shared neighbourhood.

Julian squeezed Arthur's hand. "Do you always analyze people like that?"

Arthur turned to look at Julian and smirked. "Only the interesting ones."

Julian let out a small laugh. "You're something else."

Arthur stopped walking and turned to face Julian, his gaze soft yet intense. "And you," he said softly, brushing a strand of Julian's curly black hair away from his forehead, "are remarkable." Julian felt his breath catch in his chest and his heart start to race. Arthur's fingers trailed down his soft cheeks; firm, sure, utterly disarming. Julian's mind was racing with thoughts of desire and uncertainty when he heard Arthur say "Come home with me" in a low voice full of intent. Julian hesitated momentarily before nodding shyly.

Their walk had a destination now and their feet knew it. Their carefree, slow meander turned into a brisk speedwalk, though neither men would ever admit to quickening their pace if asked. Before long, they were on the dark wooden porch of Arthur's house. Julian looked back at his own smaller home before he followed Arthur into a dimly lit interior foyer. Arthur flicked a switch, revealing walls upon walls of bookshelves. The scent of aged paper, cedarwood, and longing tinged the air as Julian closed the door behind him.

"You really do live in a library," Julian said, his voice betraying his wonderment and slight intimidation.

Arthur chuckled. "It helps that I've had a couple more decades than you to read or write these." Their age difference was obvious to anyone with sight, but it was the first time that either of them had acknowledged it explicitly. Julian blushed at the thought of having kissed a man who was older than both of his parents. And yet, the thought thrilled him, endured him to the man more. Arthur's air of earned maturity and self-actualisation pulled Julian to him more. Julian turned to face him, nerves fluttering in his stomach. Arthur cupped his face and kissed him again--this time slower, deeper, more deliberate. Julian melted into the kiss, his hands gripping Arthur's jacket and pulling his makeout partner close to him. Arthur's hands traveled down Julian's back, pressing him firmly against him. The sensation of Arthur's solid frame against his own sent a rush of heat through Julian's veins. Their subtle height difference meant that Julian could feel Arthur's erection pressing against his stomach. For his part, Arthur could feel Julian's erection pressing against his thigh as they kissed. Tongues swirled and tasted the insides of each other's mouths, exchanging salivas and expressing a hunger that only built as they spent more time together. Arthur parted lips with Julian - though he wished he hadn't once he did - and said, "Shall we go upstairs?" before extending his hand to the younger man. Julian nodded, took his hand, and they walked up the two flights of stairs to a landing before turning left and entering Arthur's bedroom.

The professor's room was as rich with books as the rest of his house. Accents of dark mahogany furniture dotted the large primary suite - including a large king-sided bed. Books were strewn all over the floor or haphazardly stacked on top of one another in piles that felt both chaotic and perfectly organised at the same time. Navigating towards the bed felt like a maze but once they saddled up to the left side of the bed, Arthur pulled Julian against him again, their bodies flush as he unbuttoned Julian's shirt with steady hands, revealing the artist's smooth skin beneath. Julian shivered at Arthur's touch, his hands still cold from walking along the river, but he didn't pull away. Instead, Julian mirrored Arthur's movements. He pulled the green pinstriped jacket off Arthur's broad, square shoulders and unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it aside to reveal a muscular chest covered in the most beautiful pasture of grey and black hair that Julian had ever seen on a man. Without thinking, he pressed his hands against Arthur's chest, feeling both the hard muscle and the soft pillowy patch of chest hair.

"You're beautiful," Julian murmured without thinking.

Arthur let out a breathy laugh. "So are you."

They smiled at one another and made quick work of undressing in front of one another. Only twice did Julian knock over one of the tower of books, not that Arthur complained. When Julian bent over to attempt to stack the books up, he was treated to long looks at the young artist's pert round derriere. His cock hardened everytime and his mind raced with thoughts that, he hoped, would become reality that night.

Once fully naked, they smashed their bodies together, lips meeting in hungry, lustful kisses, hands mapping each other's bodies with reverence. Julian traced the faint lines on Arthur's skin, a roadmap of experience and time. Arthur, in turn, marveled at Julian's smoothness, his youth, the way his body responded to every touch with either a moan or a laugh if he touched somewhere ticklish. They sank into Arthur's bed slowly, unhurried and unwilling to stop enjoying each other's bodies. Arthur kissed his way down Julian's neck, across his collarbone, savouring every inch, until he got to the younger man's cock. Precum stained his throbbing head and the length and girth tantalised Arthur. He opened his mouth and swallowed what felt like a sizeable 6" into his mouth and down his throat. Julian gasped and arched his back, sending his hips upward and his cock further down Arthur's throat. Arthur began working on Julian's cock, coating the rock hard penis with his warm saliva, wraping his lips around the head and tasting every drop of precum that Julian had to offer, then diving down repeatedly, making his cock reappear and disappear like the best magic trick.

"Oh my God, that feels amazing!" Julian admitted through gritted teeth. He could feel a climax coming but he didn't want Arthur to stop his diligent work. Arthur, for his part, felt his thick cock oozing precum onto his leg and the soft bedsheets underneath. He grabbed Julian's balls and massaged them as he sucked and licked the head of his erect penis.

"Arthur, I can't...I can't hold on much longer," Julian said and before long, spurts of hot cum shot out of his cock and onto Arthur's face. Arthur was so surprised by the admission and the ensuing cum volcano that it took him a second to realise what was happening. But once he had, he wrapped his lips firmly around Julian's cock and swallowed as much as he could. Salty, fruity, maybe even a little sour; Arthur lapped it up and sent it down his throat, enjoying every drop! Once the explosive shots calmed into a stead oozing river of fluids, Arthur released his mouth's vicegrip and let Julian's cock flop down onto the younger man's stomach.

Arthur smiled and felt his own cock ache for attention. Julian, still riding high from his intense orgasm, didn't notice when Arthur reached over him and pulled a bottle of water-based lube from his nightstand. It was only when he felt the cold touch of the lube that he snapped back into the room.

"I don't usually do this, you know," Julian admitted to Arthur in a quiet moment before the blissful chaos of what would happen next.

"Do you want us to stop here? That was more than enough for me," Arthur said, eyes locked onto Julian's gaze.

"No, I want this. Just...go easy at first, okay? It's been a while," Julian blushed. He hooked his hands under his knees and brought his legs to his chest. Arthur marveled at the beautiful hole before him slathered with a generous amount of lube. He made a mental note to spend hours eating Julian's ass out later but for now, he pressed his penis against the hole and inserted himself slowly. With patience, good breathwork, and a second application of lube, Arthur's veiny and beer-can-thick cock opened Julian's tight, warm hole with ease and both men were joined at the hip. Julian gasped as he felt Arthur's penis rub against his spot.

Arthur began moving his hips, sliding his hard member in and out of Julian. Slowly, at first, to get used to the immense pleasure. But once Julian began to moan in ecstacy, Arthur picked up the pace. He thrust vigorously in and out of his young paramour, feeling the hole's tight grip against his cock, feeling his head brush repeatedly against Julian's spot; it was magical.

Their bodies moved together in sync, Arthur's hips thrusting in and out, Julian's ass bouncing against his thrusts and acting like a full-bodied fleshlight. They learned each other's movements, adjusting for each other's pleasure, and taking their time to enjoy the moment. Arthur lent down and kissed Julian, leaving hickeys all over the younger man's neck and collarbone. Julian reached up and twisted Arthur's puffy brown nipples between his fingers. He even sat up and sucked on both of them. Every touch, every moan, every whispered name filled the space between them; the sounds of their body poetry. As their bodies pressed together, their connection deepened beyond lust. It was discovery, reverence, and something that neither could name just yet but their hearts knew what it was.

"Julian, I'm close. Tell me where you want it," Arthur said through a crunched-up face that Julian took to mean he was nearing his peak. Julian was also approaching his climax and could think of nothing he wanted more than for Arthur to "Come inside me!"

For the second time that night, Julian's cock exploded and sent globs of creamy white cum shooting into the air. Some of it landed on Julian's chest, some landed on Arthur's well-carved, hairy abs. Arthur felt Julian's hole tighten as he orgasmed and that sent him over the edge. He delivered a massive payload of his own cum inside Julian's hole.

"Jesus, I can feel it!" Julian decried, writhing around as their climaxes crescendoed before falling into silence and stillness. Arthur collapsed onto Julian, then onto the bed besides the artist. Limbs entwined, breath evening out, sheets stained with sweat and cum. Julian rested his head against Arthur's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, as he felt a river of cum released from his opened hole.

"That was..." Julian started, but words failed him.

Arthur ran his fingers through Julian's curls, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Yeah."

A comfortable silence settled between them. Julian traced lazy crop circles through Arthur's field of chest hair. "This isn't what I expected when I walked into that poetry reading."

Arthur chuckled. "Neither did I. But I'm not complaining."

Julian smiled, tilting his head up to look at him. "So, professor, how would you rate my performance?"

Arthur smirked, brushing a thumb over Julian's lower lip. "Exquisite."

Julian laughed, pressing a kiss to Arthur's jaw. They stayed like that, talking here and there, exchanging stories of childhood, differing opinions about the world and about love until they couldn't anymore. Until their bodies knew what their hearts already did, but would take their minds longer to come to terms with. They fell asleep in the wet spot of Arthur's bed, cocooned together in a mass of hairy limbs on smooth limbs, scars and marks of age and experience against unblemished skin yet to know much of the world. Wrapped in each other's arms, they slept, not knowing what was on its way.