"Fuck," Julian hissed as his palm came down on the table. He was hard too, but his pride was making him more stubborn than usual. "It'll get cold. You can't just re—fuck. Y-you can't just reheat a cut like this; it'll dry out and become tough.." He argued. " That's it going somewhere — right into the trashcan." In spite of his protest, Julian was still pushing his ass back against Jack. He knew what was going to happen, but he still felt the need to make an effort to seem not as easy. " We were having a moment…" he panted. " A romantic moment and you're ruining it…" He all but moaned out. It was instinct that made Julian's body betray him in the end. The force of Jack's hips and the placement of the ma's thumbs on his waist made Julian's back arch and eventually fold. "I take it back, i fucking hate you." he chuckled before he pushed himself to stand. The turn he made was tight and narrow, Jack not giving him much room as his only objective lay behind Julian's back. But Julian wanted more than that. His mouth found his boyfriend's , tongue lashing out like it was the first time. Julian's hands cupped Jack's face at the start of the kiss before they ran down his chest and landed on the button of his jeans. With the fly open, Julian sank to his knees, his hands feverishly working to pull down everything that kept Jack modest, letting out a groan when he finally saw his prize. Julian wasted no time gathering saliva from his cheek and letting it fall to the tip on Jack's cock as his hands made progress on undoing his own jeans.
The other may have been trying to stand his ground, but his actions told an entirely different story. A slight, breathless moan escaped Jack's lips as Julian continued rutting against his evident arousal. "Something tells me yer ain't thinkin' about that right now." He hummed softly before letting out an amused chuckle at the younger man's attempts to gain the upper hand. The elder appreciated his partner's commitment to being in charge, but Jack wasn't a fan of prolonging the inevitable. "Yer never were any good at lying." For a few seconds, Julian caught the deputy off guard. His actions were swift and hurried, yet laced with a hunger neither of them had seen before. Whether it was born from their confessions of love or their mutual arousal, Jack couldn't be sure. Either way, he found himself struggling for words as the other embraced him feverishly and sank to the floor, his hands working desperately to tug at Jack's trousers. "Attaboy." A hand buried itself in the brown tresses of his coworker as saliva coated the throbbing head of his length. Jack had seen this sight before—Julian on his knees, ravenously trying to please the older man. He'd probably never admit it, but the first time he saw Julian like this was more than likely the moment he realised there was something more between them. "Thought yer said we were havin' a moment?" The deputy quipped before taking a step forward, his intentions clear as he silently urged Julian onward.














