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The notification pinged softly on Ethan’s phone – not the usual barrage of generic "Hey" or overly eager propositions, but a message from Julian on GaySexDating.com that made him pause mid-scroll. "Your profile pic by the bookstore window… you looked like you were dreaming of something better than the latest bestseller. Am I right?" Intrigued by the observation and the hint of playful intelligence, Ethan typed back, not just a reply, but a conversation. Days turned into shared confessions about favorite hidden cafes, the ache of city loneliness, and a mutual, unspoken hunger for something real. When Julian finally suggested meeting for a drink, Ethan’s pulse thrummed against his ribs like a trapped bird.
Now, standing in Julian’s warmly lit apartment doorway, the city’s distant hum a backdrop, Ethan felt that nervous energy transmute into something hotter, sharper. Julian wasn’t just handsome in person; he radiated a calm intensity, his dark eyes holding Ethan’s with an open appreciation that felt like a physical touch.
- You’re even more captivating. - Julian murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in Ethan’s chest. The door clicked shut, sealing them in a space suddenly charged with the promise of everything they’d hinted at online.
No rushed fumbling. Julian’s hand found Ethan’s waist, pulling him close, their bodies aligning with a sigh of perfect fit. The first kiss wasn’t tentative; it was a claiming, deep and slow, tasting of coffee and something uniquely Julian, warm, complex, intoxicating. Ethan melted into it, fingers tangling in Julian’s soft hair, the world outside dissolving into the heat of Julian’s mouth, the solid strength of his frame.
Clothes became obstacles, shed with deliberate slowness that heightened every brush of skin. Julian’s palms traced the curve of Ethan’s spine, mapping the dip of his waist, the swell of his ass, each touch a silent question met with a shiver and a gasp. When Julian finally knelt before him, the cool air kissed Ethan’s bare skin, but Julian’s breath was hot against his inner thigh. The first slow lick was a revelation – deliberate, worshipful, drawing a moan from deep in Ethan’s throat. Julian’s tongue was an artist, painting sensations Ethan hadn’t known he craved: the delicate swirl around the head, the firm pressure along the underside, the way he took him deep with a groan that vibrated through Ethan’s core.
- Look at you. - Julian breathed, pulling back just enough to meet Ethan’s dazed eyes, his own dark with desire. - So perfect. So responsive.
He guided Ethan to the sofa, pressing him down gently before covering his body with his own. Their kisses now were salted with the taste of Ethan, desperate and deep. Julian’s hand worked between them, stroking them both together, the friction exquisite, the shared heat building to an almost unbearable peak. Ethan arched into him, nails scraping Julian’s back, lost in the symphony of touch, taste, and the ragged symphony of their breathing.
When release finally crashed over Ethan, it was with Julian’s name a broken plea on his lips, Julian’s own climax following moments later with a guttural groan against his neck, his body shuddering in perfect sync. They lay tangled in the aftermath, sweat-slicked and breathless, the only sound their slowing heartbeats and the distant city. Julian pressed a soft kiss to Ethan’s temple.
- Told you, - he whispered, a smile in his voice, - better than any bestseller.
Ethan smiled back, tracing the line of Julian’s jaw. On GaySexDating.com, they’d found more than a hookup; they’d found a connection that sparked into something beautifully, intensely real. And this, he knew, was just the first chapter.