To say Julian was surprised was an understatement. The sudden change in demeanor from the doctor made his gut twist in an unfamiliar way. He couldn’t say he entirely hated the feeling. The searing heat from the other man’s body distracted him from anything but Dane. Even with a refrigerator at his back, he felt as if he was going to fall off a cliff. He groaned and wrapped his arms around Dane, hugging the man so tightly to himself he didn’t think the man could breath. He shoved Dane back against the kitchen’s island, scattering the papers that resided on it.
He unzipped the man’s pants, letting his fingers wrap around his doctor’s hard cock. He pumped it once and felt his own member harden. “Dane.” His voice was gruff, the Irish lilt coloring the tone in his lustful haze. The man literally tore Dane’s shirt off, ripping it from his body as if it were nothing. His mouth descended upon the heated flesh, leaving marks for his fiance to find and question later. Julian could almost form a genuine smile at the idea. His own clothes came off eventually and he felt unaffected as cold air touched his back. His muscles rippled as he lifted Dane up and onto the counter, his arms flexed, defined and toned flesh strung with power. His mouth attacked Dane’s ferociously, fingers teasing his throbbing cock while his own seeped precum. He wanted to fuck his doctor and his dick twitched again as he realized he was about to.
Who ever could have imagined that the man of such violent and mysterious tendencies in front of him could also be a man of hidden passion? Not Dane. He could envision the man turning on him faster than he could have foreseen being engaged in a lip lock with him, shoved against the humming fridge. And yet, that’s exactly what they were doing. Dane’s skin felt like it was blistering and burning as he melded his body to Julian’s, the man’s groan threading through him to make his cock throb. Desires that had been suppressed for years bubbled to the surface in a rolling boil and Dane found there was no way to put out the fire now. So, this is what it felt like to kiss a man. This was the buzz, the high, the flames, that so many people said characterized true chemistry and that Dane had failed to find before. He could feel something with women, but he hadn’t felt this before. It was a unique something that he knew wasn’t just because of the novelty of the situation. It was what he wanted. What he’d craved for years.
His breath hitched as he was slammed back against the island counter, papers drifting to the floor like hail. It took less than a second for his lips to reconnect with Julian’s, his tongue delving into the other man’s mouth to map the inside greedily. Teeth pinched Julian’s bottom lip in anticipation as he felt the man reach for his pants. Even closed, his eyes rolled as Julian pumped his cock, a sound that was both a growl and a groan slipping from his lips. At the sound of his own name spoken raggedly in that Irish lilt, his hips surged forward, demanding more of the other man’s touch. His own hands went to work on stripping Julian of all his clothes, not a second spared as he tried to push his body closer, closer still, to Julian’s. He didn’t even spare a thought on his fiance as he felt Julian’s mouth and teeth mark his skin and he arched into it.
He was shocked once more as Julian lifted him, his hands encircling the man’s muscular biceps as he did. It was then that he took the opportunity to reach down and grasp Julian’s arousal, giving it a tentative but eager stroke. He’d never done this on anyone but himself before. His eyes opened as he felt the intimidating length of the man. He wanted this…but he was unwilling to give up dominance. Tightening his grip on Julian’s cock to increase the pressure, he let instinct take over as he stroked him, building up a rhythm. He found Julian’s lips with his own once more and groaned into the man’s mouth as his thumb flicked across Julian’s head, feeling his pre-cum moisten his fingers.