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Julian was beginning to think he had an obsession. It was getting to be a genuine concern, taking up his thoughts and leaving him feeling needier and more out of control than even his alcohol problem ever had.
His entire life he prided himself on his self-control. He kind of needed to have an iron will, what with him desperately keeping his attraction to men and feelings for his lifelong best friend a secret for years. It certainly didn't hurt to be cool-headed anyways, what with all of the antics they got into around Sunnyvale and idiots they tended to surround themselves with.
Julian tested his limits extensively over the years, watching (hearing, more like) Ricky fall into bed with many others, dealing with his affectionate tendencies and casual disregard for boundaries, and having to physically handle Ricky on countless occasions: from getting him back safely after a wild night to pulling him away from fights to patching him up. He was always able to, in signature Julian fashion, ball up all of the hot feelings that flared up when he saw a hickey on the stoner’s neck or watched him stumbling away with someone at a party and swallow them with the help of an extra-strong drink. He took the longing that welled up inside when touch-starved Ricky sat as close as he could get away with while they watched movies on the couch or when his shirt rode up when he bent over and a strip of pale skin seemed to taunt him, and shoved it into a gross ball deep into his chest where he thought it would never see the light of day. He spent years restricting himself from even most friendly contact, feeling shame about his feelings and not wanting to tempt himself into going any further. That, however, was the sad past that he didn’t need to worry about anymore.
His problem now was, he never felt satisfied. Now that he and Ricky are actually together (which he was still in disbelief about, half-expecting to wake up any day now from a sick dream born of decades of pining) he was allowed to take his fill. He was allowed to touch him as much as he wanted, in ways he’d dreamed about for years, ways he never thought he'd be able to have. He was able to stake his claim on Ricky, touch him and show him off as much as he wanted.
He was sure it would be too much if it was anyone else, but Ricky drank up the attention like parched earth. He spent ages exploring his body and fueling his insatiable greed for affection, delighted to find out Ricky loved his all-consuming possessiveness and desire for him almost as much as Julian wanted to claim him in the first place. So the raven figured his intense clinginess and hunger for his boyfriend would lessen over time as he caught up on his years of yearning.
Yet… it still never felt enough ?! He went so long avoiding physical affection, yet now he could hardly stand when Ricky just went somewhere without him. Whenever he was back in his arms a primal urge from a deeep dark place just wanted to crush them together in some gruesome eternal union so they were never apart. Why could he never get him out of his head? He felt like a lovesick fool; they've already been together for almost eight months and have had more sex than Julian’s ever had in his life. They spend most of their waking moments together, almost always within arms reach of the other, and yet he still felt as out of control and greedy for him as the first night they drunkenly fell into each other’s arms.
Julian knew it was just because of the bare truth he’s always known: he’s insanely in love with Ricky (has been since they were thirteen) and he's just unnerved by how out of control he feels. He just spent so much of his life after his father left fighting for control; control of his own emotions and his life and what little he could get in this world, and his crazy environment only fed into his neuroticism. Ricky LaFleur himself made him feel the most out of control, more anger and fear and elation and want than anything else had ever been able to dredge up inside him. He was lucky that Ricky wasn't freaked out by his completely ravenousness, instead responding back in kind with equal fervor and enthusiasm. So, insatiable is one of many words that any witness could use to describe the couple and it still feels like a gross understatement.
Julian felt constantly dizzy and breathless with want. One of his favorite things to do on the nights they had time was just tie Ricky up and touch his fill all night . It was a fun way to torture Ricky as he wasn't used to receiving a lot of attention during sex, and his impatience and desperation grew exponentially with every minute he spent writhing under his lover. Julian loved seeing him fall apart and grow desperate for his touch, such a far cry from his usual brash loud confidence.
Unsurprisingly, Ricky’s usual sexual encounter style before they got together was rushed, desperate and hot and horny which Julian loves of course, but it has its time and place. So on nights when Julian takes the time to fully worship him head to toe, and a restrained Ricky has to bear the brunt of his hunger while not being able to distract himself with pleasuring Julian back, the sheer noise coming from their trailer dissuades anyone from even thinking of disturbing them.
“Jules please , please, I'm begging yous-” Ricky’s plead is cut off with a yelp as Julian leaves a sharp bite on his nipple. He's shirtless, already breathless and flushed even though they haven't been doing this for that long yet, his hands clenching into fists where they dangle uselessly above his bound wrists. He looks so pretty, big watery eyes and blushing cheeks and squirming hips on the black sheets and Julian wants to keep him in bed forever. There are already wet spots glinting on his neck and torso, the beginnings of purple marks from Julian’s teeth forming. Julian takes a second to regain his breath and snatch his eyes up from his body to meet his shiny gaze.
“Uh uh uh, bud. You know who's in charge tonight.” He gives Ricky a wicked smirk, running his hands up and down his sides and chest and admiring how the younger arched up into the contact.
“No fair Jules, you know I just want you - fuck - come on!” He gives a bratty pout, his swollen lips catching Julian’s eyes and he can't resist their call. He leans forward, pressing Ricky into the bed with the length of his entire body, their erections rubbing together, and kisses him into bliss. “You’re too impatient.” The fondness shining through his lust-rough voice made it obvious he loved it and Ricky couldn't help capturing his lips again. They stayed like that for several steamy minutes, devouring each other's mouths and grinding their fronts like horny teenagers. Julian’s hands had minds of their own, roaming over Ricky’s body like he was starving and it was the only way to quench his thirst (it was).
When Julian pulls back, their mouths connected lewdly by mixed saliva, he takes a second to admire Ricky’s fucked out face staring back up at him. He could practically see heart shapes in his lidded gaze, his tongue sweeping his bitten-up lower lip, sweat already beading on his forehead below his ridiculous hair. He felt affection swell in his chest as he took in his best friend and lifted his big hand to wipe his forehead, gently holding Ricky’s face and running his fingers through his ginger curls. The younger let out a quiet whimper at the affection, nuzzling his face into Julian’s hand and pressing kisses to the scarred knuckles he could reach.
“C’mon Julie, I know you're impatient tonight too.” He challenged breathily as Julian buried his face back into his neck for more ravaging. He arched his back and bit back a whimper when he felt a slow, hot lick over the mega sensitive spot below his pulse. His head was swimming, his senses clouded and heightened by dope and drowning in Julianjulianjuli as he felt strong hands under his back, pulling him up closer into the other man as he began licking down his chest. Julian stopped at the same nipple he bit, still pebbled and rosy, and gently swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud before biting it again, harder .
“FUCK, Julian-” Ricky cried out, pleasure and pain shooting through his gut like lightning. His bound hands struggled for a second, fingers grasping the air as he forgot he was tied up and tried to reach for his lover. Julian’s feral grin combined with the reassuring soft kiss he pressed to the side of Ricky’s pec was a jarring, sexy sight to behold.
“What did I say earlier?” the raven whispered against his stinging nipple, tongue flicking out and gently soothing it as his hands still roughly roamed and groped all over Ricky’s body. His gravelly voice sent more heat rolling through his abdomen and Ricky swallowed, well aware he was still at the raven’s mercy for the whole night.
“Y-you’re in charge, Julie.” He whispered back, biting back more whimpers as Julian moved lower down his body, spreading more wet kisses across his freckled skin as a reward for answering him correctly.
“That's right, baby.” His big hands swept down to his waist, hooking into his waistband and pulling his track pants clean off in one smooth motion. Ricky let out a soft moan at the term of endearment, his heart racing, and then gasped as he was suddenly bare. His dripping cock sprang free and he trembled as his soft thighs were grabbed possessively and spread by hot calloused fingers. Julian was unable to help himself from kissing and licking more all over Ricky’s stomach and thighs as he moved further down, settling between his legs and hissing as his own erection was pressed into the mattress under him. He allowed himself a second to grind into the mattress, groaning and smirking as Ricky zeroed in on the movement and whined.
He resumed his appreciation of the thick, pale thighs around him, running his hands through the fine wispy hair on the backs while he sucked at the freckles along the insides. Ricky swallowed hard again, pleasure heating up his insides at the sight of icy blue eyes staring so intensely at him from between his thighs, a hot mouth biting insistently all over the sensitive skin. Distantly in the back of his head he thought about how he would be able to feel the marks ache later and felt a rich satisfaction deep in his chest.
“ Pleasepleaseplease Julie touch me suck me off fuck me something-” Ricky was now getting so desperate for stimulation on his neglected cock, for Julian to finger him, for anything more. He was rock hard and leaking, rocking his hips and shaking against the mattress. If he didn't have these damn handcuffs on he would've already flipped them over and sunk down onto Julian's fat dick, or maybe even slicked his fingers up and turned the tides on the older man, anythinganythinganything he needed him so bad-
“This desperate for me already, Rick?” Julian's breath caught in his throat at how fucking hot his boyfriend was, and how every plead out of his mouth quenched his thirst. “I haven't even really done anything to you, so hot just from my hands and barely my mouth huh, baby ?” His voice got lower and lower until it was practically a growl by the end of the sentence and Ricky shook in his hands. His lover seemed to be extra needy today, definitely not up for their usual drawn-out session. Julian definitely didn't mind, the heat in his abdomen contracting tightly as he watched his beloved squirm. Ricky let out a choked sob and then a high-pitched cry as Julian nuzzled the side of his weeping erection and then, without breaking eye contact, took as much of Ricky's length as he could into his scorching throat at once. He bobbed back up and down, swallowing Ricky’s thick length down as the ginger arched his back and thrashed.
Ricky could barely think, his senses overloaded as pleasure buzzed through his body down to his toes and back up his spine. All he could feel was Julian’s mouth, his huge hands squeezing Ricky’s pecs and caressing his soft abdomen and hips, his low moans deep in his throat that vibrated so good on his dick, just Julian giving him everything he’s ever wanted and then it was gone. He cried out for the loss but felt slightly better when it was clear Julian was only pulling away to hurriedly tear off his tight black tee and sweatpants. Ricky attempted to steady his breathing for a second but that stopped working as soon as all of that delectable, tan skin came out on display. His eyes caught on Julian’s delicious arms and supple chest and it didn't take long for his lover to playfully flex and show off for him after catching him staring.
“Fuck Jules, and all that's mine?” He croaked out, his voice dripping with heat as his gaze dipped lower and landed on Julian’s perfect cock, rock hard and leaking, the tip a mouthwatering deep pink. Julian grinned and leaned back over Ricky, slowly pressing their bodies together again. They groaned in unison as their cocks rubbed against each other, trapped between their stomachs.
“Fuck yeah it's all for you, bud.” Julian's mouth returned right back to the crook of Ricky's neck as he ground his hips down in deep circles. “You want this dick, baby?” Ricky's weak legs wrapped around his hips as his desperation went up another notch, nodding frantically with teary eyes. The wetness from his brief blow job and precum from both of their cocks slicked the way and for several minutes they just rutted frantically like rabbits in heat. Julian detached from Ricky’s neck with a growl, smacking his sore lips and admiring the bright red skin left in his wake (he was going to have so much beard burn all over), and then swooped back up to his face, plundering his mouth. Ricky could do nothing but take all of the overwhelming sensations, desperately trying to kiss Julian back best as he could while his whole world was spinning and his cock throbbed wetly where it was pressed tightly against Julian’s.
“Fuck,” Julian pulled back to admire the fruits of his labor. His lover’s entire face, neck, and shoulders were flushed red and he let out a satisfied hum at the many bruises that were forming all over his upper body. His face was scrunched up into the most gorgeous needy open expression Julian had ever seen, and he felt it burn itself into his brain as satisfaction thrummed through his loins and chest at being the one to have put it there and receive it. “You're so fucking hot, baby.” Ricky somehow flushed even darker, the genuine honesty and love in the statement caught him off guard and made him bashful. Julian grinned at being able to actually make him flustered instead of the cocky confidence in which he normally conducted himself.
“You're not so bad yourself, hotshot.” Ricky's tone was teasing but his voice was raw and needy, his eyes burning as they raked up and down Julian's body. Savoring the warmth trickling into his stomach from his lover’s admiration, Julian pressed his face back into his neck to inhale his scent. Good weed, stale darts, the slightest hint of beer and sweat, the product he put into his hair, Julian's body wash because he still hasn't bought his own (he confided on one of their quiet nights that he liked smelling like Julian and that it comforted him, it was bouncing around Julian’s skull and lighting up his chest for two weeks straight), Julian could die happy if he just has Ricky’s scent deep in his nostrils while it happens. He decided to be teasing one last time and peppered kisses up and down Ricky’s neck to distract him for a second while he grabbed the lube.
“So what do you want, baby?” Ricky almost felt more than heard his baritone drawl and chuckle as he whispered into the spot behind his ear. His breath fluttered Ricky’s curls and tickled his neck. He shivered desperately, feeling like he was going to burn up here in Julian’s arms, setting their bed and trailer alight. He would love to go out in Julian’s arms like this.
“JULIAN, I SWEAR TO GOD if you don't FUCK me in the next five seconds I'm going to KILL YOU-” Ricky’s desperation finally exploded into a shout and Julian winced at the thought of Bubbles jerking awake in his shed. No better way to shut him up than give him what he wanted, right? Ricky’s exclamation was cut off with an explosive mixture of Julian’s name, pleads, and curses as Julian shoved one slick finger all the way into him with no warning. His back arched high off the bed and he shook like a leaf, twisting in the sheets as the thick finger inside him was soon joined by another. Julian scissored and stretched his hole just the way he knew Ricky liked it, going fast enough that he wasn't quite ready and tiny tinges of pain accompanied the lightning shooting through him from the fingers sliding over his prostate.
“ FuckFUCKfuckyeah yes yes yes so good Julian PLEASE please fuck me I'm ready I want you in me so bad-” Ricky's frantic begging snapped the last shreds of Julian's control and he let out a long low groan, finishing stretching him while slicking his aching cock but with his other hand. The relief of finally having some pressure cut through him like a hot knife but he didn't allow his hand to linger, knowing an eager hole was waiting. Ricky’s bloodshot eyes were fixed so hungrily on Julian's wet cock pumping in and out of his fist as he mumbled encouragements and pleads for the raven to hurry up and fuck him.
Ricky let out a small shocked and pleased noise when Julian unhooked his handcuffed hands from the headboard and swung Ricky up into his lap. Julian knew how much he loved this position, his arms immediately wrapping tight around the raven’s broad shoulders with a pleased purr, bound hands scrabbling at a tan back. Pale freckled legs clenched around strong hips as Julian’s slick tip rubbed up against Ricky’s needy entrance. The two took a moment to savor the moment, Ricky suckling at the crook of Julian’s neck when the temptation of his defined shoulder muscles and collarbones proved to be irresistible. He squirmed in Julian's lap just to feel his arms tighten up around him again, holding him in place and sending him further into the woozy place he went sometimes when he and Julian were having intense sex. He hummed happily around his mouthful of flesh and allowed himself to fall completely in the net of care and safety. Flames licked at his body everywhere he was grabbed and caressed. Julian squeezed him even tighter, pressing his own loving kisses all over Ricky’s shoulders and savoring his weight in his arms. And now finally the intense need that he constantly felt was quiet as the tip of his cock began to breach his wet twitching flesh.
“Fu-fuuuuck~” The look on Ricky’s face and the way his voice broke as he sat down further on Julian’s cock could've had him coming immediately if he was a weaker man. The ginger looked like his length stuffing him full was all he ever needed and wanted, more than dope or cigarettes or booze or donairs, that he could spend the rest of his life happy if only Julian would just fuck him like this (and how could he not?). He began to twitch his hips up, the space between their hips growing smaller as Ricky fucked himself open on Julian’s cock. “ Fuck- ” he was keening again, “ Julian , you're so fuck-fucking good inside me-” His bound hands jerked again and Julian knew he wanted to press his hand to his abdomen where he could feel himself being pried open. The heat in his stomach twisted and he figured the both of them wouldn't last much longer after he worked them up so much. There was no way he was not making Ricky come first though.
“Come here, I got you babe-” He grabbed both of the stoner’s thighs, right where they met his round cheeks and held him up as he began thrusting fast, right into the spot he could find purely by muscle memory by now-
“ FUCKFUCKFUCKJULIAN YES SO GOOD FUCK ME LIKE THAT-” Ricky was wailing into his ear instantly, his screams spurring the raven on to fuck him even harder, his nails scratching up Julian’s back as he tried valiantly to hold on. His pulsing cock throbbed hard where it was pressed against Julian’s abs, and he knew he could make him come without touching it all. He huffed, straining his muscles to lift Ricky up further (he didn’t miss the way Ricky’s howling pitched up and his fingers clenched at the manhandling) so he was on his knees on the bed and Ricky’s weight was completely in his arms and on his cock. The way the heat around his cock clenched and massaged him every time he hit Ricky's prostate was addictive. Listening to his lover's screams like a mechanic appreciating an engine purr, Julian gripped his hips and ass tight and pistoned his hips, holding Ricky in place and watching transfixed as he began to shake with an incoming orgasm.
“I'm f-fucking FUCK I’m gonna come! Julian-” Ricky was screaming for him, he was all his, he was gonna come just for him because no one else could ever satisfy him the way Julian could-
“ Yessssss baby you’re so good come for me- ” He groaned as the tightness around him squeezed almost to the point of pain, yanking his orgasm from him as Ricky came hard between their bodies. He babbled and moaned incoherently through his orgasm, Julian's name the only occasional discernible word. Julian groaned, pushing as deep as he could go into him as he unloaded, shooting thick rope after rope. The ginger shivered and clenched harder at the feeling of heat flooding his insides and shivered hard, letting out a broken moan as Julian milked his softening cock. All the two could do was hold tightly onto the other and breathe hotly into the other’s mouth as they slowly came down.
Julian quickly unlocked the leather handcuffs on his wrists and gently rubbed the irritated skin before settling back onto the bed, dropping his lover’s weight into his lap. “How was that, Rick?” His voice was rough and out of breath but Ricky could barely even respond, just burying his face back in his neck and humming in the affirmative. Julian stroked over his sweaty back, appreciating the quivering of the skin beneath his hands before practically flopping onto his back from exhaustion and pulling Ricky to lay on him.
Ricky squeezed himself on top of his chest, burying his face in between Julian’s large pecs and trying, with great difficulty, to catch his breath and stop trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. Julian’s length still buried deep inside his hot body didn’t make it any easier, but after these intense rounds Ricky always just wanted to be held for a while, still joined and pressed tightly together. Julian pressed his lips to Ricky’s forehead and breathed heavily, enjoying the deep pleasant ache that his powerful orgasm left in his groin, and the scent of them and their pure essence filling his lungs.
After a few minutes, he can see Ricky is close to falling asleep, he's so relaxed from his good dicking and intense orgasm. He gently pulls his now limp cock from Ricky's body and turns them over to lay him on the mattress. Ricky immediately turns and curls back into him with a small whine and he chuckles, softly carding his fingers through his sweaty curls.
“I’m just gonna go grab a towel and then I'll be right back, okay bud?” The stoner whined unhappily again. “C’mon now, don't be greasy.”
“You know I don’t mind a lil grease, just holdd me..” he slurred, only relenting when Julian bribed him with affection, leaning in and squeezing him tight while pressing kisses on his head and face. He knew that Julian would be complaining his ear off in the morning anyways if they woke up glued together by dried cum. Julian wet a towel in the bathroom and came back to gently wipe Ricky down before quickly doing the same to himself and hurrying back to the warmth of their bed. Ricky let out a low, happy noise as Julian pressed up against his back, strong arms wrapping around his waist and holding him tight.
“I love you so much, Julie…” Julian smiled into his neck at his scratchy voice breaking the pleasant silence, his heart full. He was about to reply when he continued, “...I’m gonna get you back good soon, don worry bud.” Snores filled the air almost immediately after as Ricky basically passed out.
Julian’s stomach swooped and he sighed contentedly, the fierce thirst in his soul temporarily content. He couldn't wait.