Enduring

The morning light slanted through the windows, soft and golden, illuminating the mess of books, discarded clothes, and the tangled limbs of two men who hadn't quite gotten enough of each other. Julian woke to the lingering sensation of Arthur's lips on his throat, his hands tracing lazy patterns across his bare skin. A shiver ran down his spine as he turned his head, meeting Arthur's gaze--eyes soft with care and a feeling that escaped into the air and floated around the men, like a silent truth, known and knowable but unable to be said.

"Morning," Arthur murmured against his jaw.

"Didn't we get enough of this last night?" Julian hummed, stretching beneath the sheets, and feeling Arthur's manhood, as hard as steel pipes, pressing against his inner thigh.

Arthur smirked, rolling on top of him, his weight a delicious pressure against Julian's body. "I think we both know the answer to that."

Julian let out a sharp inhale as Arthur's knee nudged between his thighs, their morning woods brushing together, depositing sweet and salty "sap" along the other's thick wood that branched from between his thighs and reached out to the other. Arthur kissed his way down Julian's chest, his tongue flicking over a nipple, then biting down just hard enough to make Julian gasp.

"You like that," Arthur murmured, smirking against his skin.

"Fuck," Julian groaned, eyes barely opened to the new day and already shutting them again to bask in the morning time ecstasy. "Yeah, I do, you know I do."

Arthur grabbed Julian's wrists and pinned them to the bed above his head with one hand. With his other hand trailing lower, fingers teasing along Julian's ribcage then his outer thigh then his inner thigh. The anticipation sent a fresh wave of heat through Julian until Arthur's free-roaming hand found Julian's entrance. Slick with whispers of last night's session, Arthur pressed a finger in slowly, deliberately. Julian moaned, biting down on his lip, arching his back, and feeling his hole invaded in a new way than it was the night before. For his efforts, Arthur's curious digit found where X marked the spot and pressed firmly against it. Julian tried to shoot up but he was paralysed by the strength of Arthur's grip against his hands. His eyes bulged, his lips mouthed words that couldn't escape into sound.

"Still so tight," Arthur murmured, pressing kisses to Julian's pelvic bone. The older man's arms traversed the length of the younger man's body, exacting pleasure on one end and restraint at another. "And yet, you take one finger so well. Let's try another, shall we?" With a smirk illuminated by the early morning's rays, Julian felt a second, then a third finger inserted into his hole.

Julian moaned, arching into him. "You're insufferable," he muttered, breathless. His mind swam in a sea of toe-curling, body-trembling pleasure.

Arthur chuckled. "And yet, you stayed the night. I guess that means you like annoying guys?"

He withdrew his fingers, released Julian from his grasp, and found the rogue bottle of lube. He slicked himself up and positioned himself in front of Julian's hole. Their eyes met and in that silence, a question passed from one to the other. Julian answered by wrapping his legs around Arthur's waist and pulling him closer. The younger man felt a piercing, stinging pain that he familiarised himself with all too well last night. Arthur pushed in, slow and deep, stretching Julian open as inch by inch slid inside his paramour, welcoming him home again. The burn was exquisite and brief, the pleasure taking over once Arthur paused and allowed Julian to reacquaint himself with the older man's thickness. Where it lacked in length, it made up for it in girth.

Julian clutched at Arthur's back, nails raking down his skin as Arthur set a rhythm. Deliberate and slow at first, then rougher, more desperate as their bodies aligned in perfect, reckless harmony. In-kind, the bed responded to their body's harmonic thrusts and the symphony of moans that ushered itself from Julian's mouth like a choral performance at the Royal Albert Hall. Loud squeaks of wood against wood, headboard banging against the wall; where Arthur was tender last night, he was ravenous this morning. His girth opened Julian up to brusk pleasures and, like his fingers that preceded, Arthur's manhood was all too good at finding and prodding at Julian's spot.

"Arthur," Julian moaned, his head falling back against the pillow.

"That's it," Arthur encouraged with a smile, his voice low and trembling, breathless. He reached between them and stroked Julian's cock in time with his thrusts. Precum oozed onto his fingers like the Alma River that led them to this paradise of books, windows, walls, and lust.

"Arthur, if you keep doing that, I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." Julian felt his orgasm hit hard and fast, shooting out from between Arthur's fingers and landing on his stomach and chest.

"You think I'm done with you?" said Arthur, eyes black with desire. He leaned forward and kissed Julian, driving into his younger partner a few more times before burying himself deep. He felt Julian's hot, wet, and sticky jelly paint his own fur-covered chest and it drove him wild. Their kiss, unlike their lovemaking, was tender, and soft, yet belied a hunger that neither man could bring themselves to assign words to.

"Julian, I'm cumming!" Arthur grunted and thrust his manhood so deeply inside Julian that the younger man felt himself crest into orgasm once again and shot another, smaller load. The load painted both his and Arthur's chest whilst Arthur's painted Julian's insides, marking him in the most primal way.

For a long moment, they just lay there, bodies tangled, sticky and sweaty, kissing each other. Arthur stayed buried inside Julian until he felt his cock soften and pulled out. Another river, this one thicker and more plentiful than the last, stained the bedsheets that caressed Julian's pert, round ass. The professor rolled onto his side and pulled the artist close.

"You're staying," Arthur murmured between laboured breaths, more statement than question.

Julian, still catching his breath as well, laughed. "Guess I am." Julian turned to kiss Arthur when a bell rang through the house. Arthur groaned.

"Hang on, someone must be at the door." He reluctantly slid off the bed, navigated himself through the towers of books that covered most of the bedroom floor, and grabbed his underwear from last night before making his way downstairs.

"Hi, can I help you?" Julian heard Arthur say.

"Yeah, sorry to bother you." The voice made Julian shoot up from the bed and run to the bedroom doorway. He knew that voice. It had been 5 years since he'd heard that voice, but he knew that voice.

"I was just across the street looking for an old friend. Your neighbour across the street," the voice continued.

Julian could hear his heart beating inside of his ears. It can't be him. It just can't be. How'd he even find me, Julian thought. His fingers dug into the dark wood of the doorway and he listened intently.

"Do you know when Julian will be back?"