Julian Zelinskey || Submissive

The rain lashed against the windows of the old, creaky mansion as you lay awake in your bed, mind occupied with thoughts of college work. A sudden knock at the door startled you. Answering, you found Julian soaked and shivering on the doorstep, his green eyes filled with desperation. His parents had kicked him out after discovering he was gay.

You, ever the gentleman, invited Julian inside without hesitation. As the storm raged outside, Julian climbed into bed next to you, his heart pounding with nervous excitement. In the darkness, he reached out and tentatively touched your arm. You turned to face him, your eyes searching his face in the dim light.

His resolve crumbled as your muscular arm wrapped around him, pulling him close. Unable to hold back any longer, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. You were taken aback but quickly returned the kiss, strong hands roaming over Julian's slim body.

Julian gasped as your rough hands squeezed his bubbly rear, pushing both your hips together. Julian could feel your growing erection pressing against his thigh, and it sent a thrill of excitement through his body. His smaller hands slipped under your shirt, his fingers tracing the defined muscles of your chest. You groaned, grip on Julian's rear tightening as you pulled him flush against your body. Julian moaned softly, his hips rolling instinctively against your growing hardness. Your hands slipped under the hem of Julian's soaked shirt, pushing it up and over his head. Julian gasped as cool air hit his exposed skin, his nipples hardening in the chill. Your mouth immediately latched onto one of Julian's rosy peaks, sucking and biting at the sensitive flesh. Julian cried out, his back arching as pleasure coursed through his body. Julian's hands fumbled with the hem of your shirt, eager to feel your muscular chest against his own. As soon as the shirt was off, Julian pressed his bare chest to yours, reveling in the heat and firmness of his bestfriend's body. Your hands roamed Julian's sides, your touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Julian's hips bucked against yours, seeking friction for his aching cock.