Atlas
A PREDATORY, VICIOUS GRIN takes shape over Julian’s lips, where they rest so close to mine. He’s watching me so intensely, eating up my every reaction, as if he’s terrified of missing a single blink.
Heat is radiating from his body, straight through the white t-shirt and grey sweatpants he’s wearing. Dark hair falls onto his forehead, his brown eyes hooded as he stares.
Julian looks like a dream; he looks like he’s ready to devour me whole, just as I’ve dreamt of so many times before.
An anticipation I’ve never felt before singes my blood, heats my skin further. The desire to have him inside of me, touching me, speaking to me in that low, sultry voice is so devastating that I can feel my eyes watering.
Julian makes a soft, cooing noise. “Shh, it’s alright. I’ve got you.”
With his hand on my chest, he pushes me backward before straddling my thighs. I can feel the length of his erection pressing against me through the layers of fabric we are wearing; the pulse of it transferring from him to me.
There is every possibility that I die here; that tonight, I die at the hands of this beautiful man, from a pleasure so intense that I won’t be able to breathe.
Julian’s fingers begin to unbutton my shirt, and my breathing picks up. I’m already sweating, causing the brown curls on my forehead to stick to my skin. I’m panting.
“J-Julian…” But I’m unsure of what I’m asking or trying to say.
Julian just nods gently.
“I know, baby. I know. You’re hot, huh? Feeling overwhelmed?” he asks, his tone placating and sweet as he finishes unbuttoning my top.
“Y-yes.”
“Hmm.” As he pushes the fabric as far back as possible without me sitting up to remove it, he examines my chest and stomach with heated eyes.
Then, he leans down and kisses over my navel softly.
“Is there anything you don’t want me to do to you?
If you don’t tell me, I’m going to take you however I want. ”
I shiver at his words, at his hot mouth dropping wet kisses to my skin. I think I’m vibrating beneath him; I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
“Do what you want with me,” I manage to murmur, and Julian’s eyelids fall closed as he groans into my skin.
“Jesus, Atlas.” He peers up at me through his dark hair, his lips shiny with his own spit. “You’re trying to kill me.”
I shake my head fast, as if the accusation is a real one, and let my hands grip the duvet beneath me.
I really thought that after hearing me speak, he’d back out. That once Julian fully understood who I am and what I’ve done, he’d want to retreat. I didn’t expect to be here, under his tongue and his lustful gaze.
I had no time to prepare myself; no time to consider the outcome.
I’m startled back into reality as Julian runs his tongue over one of my nipples, flicking it repeatedly.
I arch into him, attempting and failing to catch my breath.
The urge to make noise is building dangerously, but I’m too embarrassed.
What if he thinks it’s annoying? What if he stops touching me?
I think I’d die from that, too.
One of his large hands trails downward until he finds where my hard cock is pressed against my inner thigh, and he begins to rub me through my shorts.
“J-Jeez!” I choke out, spasming briefly under his touch like a teenage virgin.
I am inexperienced outside of the demon who comes to me, and even then, I never move. So now, I’m unsure how to speak, what to do with my hands, or if I’m supposed to be touching him.
Can I ask? Is that proper sex etiquette?
“S-should I—”
“No,” Julian interrupts, lifting his head from my chest. “Just… let me lead you.”
A soft, breathy whimper leaves me. A ridiculous amount of stress falls away at his words, at the realization that all I have to do is feel and experience him.
Julian chuckles quietly, his hand over my crotch moving faster by the second. “You like that, little bunny? Do you like it when I take control of you and force you to feel me?”
At these words, his hand slips inside my shorts, gripping the length of me without a single thing between us.
I choke on my own spit, my hips lifting to press myself into his palm without my consent.
His thumb brushes over the head of me, pressing down just slightly, drawing a moan from somewhere deep and shameful inside of me.
“Use your words, or I'll stop touching you.”
“Y-yes,” I force out. “I like it.”
“Hmm,” he sounds again. “I want to taste you, Atlas. I’m going to do that now.”
Before I can fully register his words, Julian leans up and rips my shorts down, pulling them clean from my body and throwing them haphazardly over the foot of the bed.
I gasp at the rush of cool air as it greets my hard length, where it lies proud and wet, already dripping onto my lower stomach. Julian makes an approving sound at the back of his throat, his hands gripping my thighs as he pulls my legs apart.
Feeling incredibly vulnerable and far too exposed, I cover my face with my hands.
Does he like what he’s seeing? Are there any marks left from the incubus? Is he turned off by it? What if I’m… loose down there?
Julian clicks his tongue in disapproval. “None of that.” He pulls my hands away. “I want to see your face while you fall apart, while I rip you to shreds.”
The hungry look on his face, the desperate need in his eyes—those two obvious signs and many others tell me that Julian does like what he sees, and he’s just as excited as I am.
“Please,” I beg.
Once again, Julian just grins.
Then, he’s gripping the back of my thighs and pushing my legs so far back that my knees nearly reach my ears. Cold air touches parts of me that I’ve never truly felt so exposed before.
“W-wait!” I gasp.
But Julian doesn’t wait. Without ever letting go of me, he falls to his stomach and buries his face between my legs. Or, rather, between my cheeks.
The hot, burning sensation of his tongue licking a flat strip over my entrance suffocates me. My eyes shoot open wide, staring down the length of my body to where I can only see the crown of his head—the thick black hair as it brushes my thighs.
He licks and licks and licks, and just when I think I’ll grow used to it, he begins to push his tongue inside of me, groaning against my skin once more.
“W-what the fuck?” I cry, my back arching just as it did before, and my hand snaps forward to grip the dark strands of his hair that I can see.
His tongue pushes in further before retreating and repeating the motion.
He’s… Julian is fucking me with his tongue.
Oh, god, I didn’t even know this was a thing! I’m burning up, feeling an overwhelming desire to come when he hasn’t even touched any hot points yet. My cock lies untouched, my prostate too deep inside of me for his tongue to reach, and yet… I think I might come from this.
“J-Julie, please. I… I’m gonna—ugh.” I cry out, feeling the loss of him so suddenly that I almost regret speaking.
But I also would hate for this to end so suddenly, and the look he’s giving me now—the one that says he’s about to destroy me—tells me his pulling away was the right call.
“You taste just as sweet as you look, Atty,” he purrs, dropping his head to lick over the head of my cock.
I twitch beneath him, biting my lip to keep the sounds at bay.
“More,” I croak, feeling his hands rub over my hips, my waist, my thighs, where my legs now rest back against the duvet.
“Do you have any lotion or lube?” he asks.
Of course I do. With the amount of time I’ve spent trying to relieve that heat on my own, I’d be in bad shape without it.
I point a shaky finger in the direction of the dresser across the room.
“Top shelf,” I instruct.
It only takes Julian a moment to grab the bottle before he’s standing at the edge of the bed again, pulling his shirt off. Miles of defined, thick muscle greet me, warm and inviting. I want to touch him; I want to lick him all over.
The little trail of dark hair disappearing into his sweatpants is making my mouth water. It’s like a teaser, a foreshadow to what is to come. But I don’t wait long.
Julian bends and pulls his sweats and briefs down in one go, revealing himself to me. I think I’ve stopped breathing.
Sure, Julian is not the size I picture in my head when I think of the incubus, and definitely not ridged, but it would be weird if he were either of those things. Because Julian is a human.
Yet, even for a human, though I don’t have much for comparison, I’m pretty sure he’s massive. Long and thick and pulsing right in front of me, I consider the fact that he might fill me up to the point of nausea anyway.
“You’re drooling,” Julian suddenly says, and my eyes snap up to meet his. He’s smirking, as if he knows his body is built like a god.
“You’re beautiful,” I respond. There’s no point in hiding my thoughts; he can probably read them all over my face.
Julian’s expression softens for a brief moment, as if he’s surprised and borderline embarrassed by my praise. But it disappears as quickly as it appears, replaced with another grin as he picks up the bottle of lube from where he set it on the bed and crawls between my legs.
“Such a sweet boy,” he says, popping open the cap and drizzling some of the liquid onto his fingertips. “I think you deserve to feel so good.”
Julian seems to know exactly what he’s doing—as if he’s done it a million times before. He rubs the lube between his fingertips for a moment before pressing my legs open again with his clean hand, licking his lips as he stares down at me.
“What do you think, Atlas?” he asks, right as he begins massaging my entrance with one of his wet fingers.
I gasp against the sensation, at the gentle prodding that’s abusing my already played with hole.
“Hm?” he presses. “Do you think you deserve to feel good?”
“Yes,” I breathe, my eyes trained on his face as he watches his own finger rub against me. “Please do it.”
“So polite. How do you want it? Do you want me to finger fuck you rough and fast, just like it does?” Julian’s gaze has grown dark, a mixture of lust and something that resembles irritation or jealousy but must be something else entirely.