Chapter 36 - Home Gym Hookup #2
Julian started withdrawing and thrusting.
These were slow, long strokes, tugging on the harness, pulling Callum to him, then forcing him away.
Callum’s chest made slapping noises as it lifted and lowered from the desk.
Julian was enjoying this, but also wanted to fulfil Callum, who he knew was in ecstasy.
They found a good rhythm, Julian thrusting deep into Callum, and from the moans he was making, it was equally pleasurable for them both.
“Yes, yes, fuck me.” Callum found the intensity of the harness, and the constricting action from Julian pulling it, an extra turn-on in this already highly charged scenario.
Julian reached underneath Callum to his dick which was rock hard and wet.
He started wanking it in the same rhythm as his strokes, left hand on the harness, right hand on his dick, his body pressed hard to the man he loved.
He wanted to wrap both hands around him, tell him he loved him, tell him all the things he was feeling in this moment.
Something clicked.
This wasn’t just fucking. They had moved on and evolved into something else.
Julian stopped dead.
“What? What’s up?” Callum asked.
“This doesn’t feel right,” Julian said, face dark.
”Well, it felt pretty fucking amazing to me. What do you mean?” Callum tried to understand.
Julian stepped back, and Callum stood, turning to face him.
“Come with me.” Julian took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
He indicated for Callum to sit on the end of the bed.
Julian pushed him back, stepping forward and bending down to kiss him.
Callum expected passionate, raw hunger as he’d experienced barely fifteen minutes earlier, but instead what he felt was gentle and tender. Julian’s tongue was in his mouth as they kissed, his hands on his shoulders.
When they separated, Julian’s face hovered over Callum’s, his green eyes intense.
“Why did you stop? Weren’t you enjoying it?” Callum asked, confused about how things had gone from aggressive, raw sex to sudden tenderness.
“Oh, yes I was.” Julian frowned. “But as much as I love fucking you, I don’t want to do that anymore.”
Callum froze.
“I don’t want to just fuck you, Callum. The animalistic sex we’ve had was amazing, but,” he paused, “I feel too much for you to just fuck you anymore. I want our sex to mean more. I want to make love to you.” As he uttered the words, his green eyes filled with tears that spilled down his cheeks.
Callum understood. He pulled his head down to kiss him.
“It always felt like you were making love to me, you idiot. Now, can you please continue to make love to me, but just do it really fucking hard!” He kissed him again, leaning back, throwing his legs up and holding them wide.
Julian stepped forward, guiding his still stiff dick into Callum once more.
So, they made love with intensity. This was the first time they had fucked made love, in their bed. It was a monumental experience for Julian, but also Callum.
Julian’s eyes never left Callum’s as he ploughed into him with love, passion, and intensity.
Callum’s face was a vision of ecstasy as he took every thrust, deep inside him, knowing the intensity of feeling and emotion behind it.
He started wanking himself in sync with each stroke, but Julian pushed his hand aside, taking hold of Callum’s cock.
As he thrust inside him, he matched his strokes.
He reached up to Callum’s right nipple and tweaked it with his fingernails, squeezing it tight.
The nipple responded instantly under his touch, swelling and stiffening.
Callum was by now very, very aroused, moaning and thrashing his head from side to side.
Julian felt his dick swell harder in his hand, as he continued his deep penetration.
It felt incredible; it was hot and tight, but also felt different.
Only lust and love for this man consumed his thoughts and feelings.
He loved him, his face, his body, and his attitude to life.
He loved the face of pure joy and wonder that he made at the simplest gesture of kindness.
He wanted this guy by his side and in his bed every day, for the rest of his life.
He loved him, heart and soul, and he was ready to say it.
These feelings and the stimulation morphed into a warmth that started in his toes, rushing like a wildfire up his legs, to his groin and his head. “Cal, I’m going to come. I can’t hold it. This feels too fucking good,” he blurted out.
He felt a pulsing in Callum’s cock now too, the intensity increased with each thrust. He slowed, taking long strokes, his own cock pulsing hard as an iron rod.
“I’m cumming” he uttered, as his climax rushed through him like a fiery blanket of heat.
He managed to keep stroking Callum, who then writhed, arched his back, and a second later he too came, shooting ribbon after ribbon of spunk across his chest and abs.
Julian withdrew, legs now like jelly, collapsing onto the bed beside him.
Callum instinctively reached an arm around him as he fell, pulling him close. Julian’s left leg lay across his own. There they stayed, whilst heartbeats slowed and ragged breaths slowly returned to normal.
Once calmed, Julian reached for the Panja box. The unmistakable sound of the sunken bath began its frothy roar, the scent of sea kelp filling the room.
In silence, Julian helped Callum out of the leather harness.
His chest was red and tender now. Julian’s fingers unbuckled the straps he’d been tugging so tightly a short while ago.
When the harness was lifted away, leaving Callum bare in the soft amber light, Julian traced with his fingers the red marks left by the straps.
“I never want to hurt you,” Julian murmured, his eyes finding Callum’s. “I only want to hold you so tightly that I can never let you go.”
“You could never hurt me,” was all Callum said in return.
They stepped into the foamy water together.
It was hot, almost punishingly so, but as they settled into the deep tub, the tension in Callum’s over-trained muscles began to dissolve.
Julian sat with his back against the warmed stone, with Callum resting against his chest, the billionaire’s arms wrapped tightly around him.
For a long time, they just watched the lights of the city, cars in the distance like specks of dust on a black canvas. Finally, Julian spoke, his voice low and vibrating through Callum’s back.
“I want this, Callum. I want this bliss in my life every day. I’m so totally in love with you. Be with me, please. Be my husband.”
Callum turned to face him.
“Marry me, please, Cal. Make me the happiest man in the world.”
Callum considered for a moment and looked down at the foamy waters bubbling away beneath them. “Only if you go down on one knee and ask me properly.” He laughed, struck by the comedy of their position in that moment.
“I’d do anything to get you to say yes,” Julian responded.
He took a big breath and disappeared under the foamy water. Callum heard something that he couldn’t quite make out, air bubbles breaking the surface of the water. Callum assumed it was the same proposal. He reached for Julian, hauling him up.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch that?”
“Marry me, please?” Julian repeated his proposal, foam dripping off his brow.
“Yes, of course I’ll marry you, you idiot. You already know my answer. I love you with all my heart. Spending every day with you is everything I’ve always dreamt of.”
Julian’s smile was the happiest Callum had ever seen as they hugged and kissed.
Tears came, happiness overwhelming both of them.
They hugged and jumped up and down like children, soapy water splashing everywhere, neither caring. They could dry it up later.
They now had all the time in the world.