Surviving A Novel I Don't Remember: A Tutor's Guide To Staying Alive

Julian knew he couldn’t. He closed his eyes and let the tears roll down. Not tears of pain or sadness, but an overwhelming feeling filled him.

"Are you scared?" Alaric asked, but Julian could not respond.

For a heartbeat, he stayed silent and then opened his eyes to watch the concerned gaze of his lover.

"I have... never done this before," Julian admitted. "Not with a woman and not with a man either. So I don’t know. Is... is it supposed to feel this good at the start?"

Alaric heard this and felt a little sense of relief wash over him.

"It feels so good, I don’t know what to do. It’s scary." He brought his hands over his face and covered his eyes. "I probably seem like a novice to you, given you’ve had experience before, even if it was with a woman."

"It doesn’t matter." Alaric cut through before Julian could make any more speculations. "The past is the past, and this is me moving on." He said, bringing his eyes down to the entrance he had been circling, aiming to ease Julian’s tensed body. "Regardless, this is also my first time with a man, so we are each other’s firsts."

Julian sniffed and swallowed the lump stuck in his throat.

"But you’re so gentle, so experienced,"

But as soon as he said this, a bark of a laugh escaped Alaric’s lips.

"Do not be fooled, Julian. I am currently running thin on my patience." His breathing suddenly got heavier, and he shut his eyes, slowly opening them again to gaze at Julian with a wild hunger screaming in his eyes. "I am doing my utmost best to make sure our first time is not a regrettable memory. Being gentle is one of my ’best’ right now."

Julian looked into those eyes. That hungry gaze... There was no mistaking that hunger. It was wild, untamed, and slightly dangerous. But Alaric was doing his best to keep it contained.

"Then, does that mean...?" Julian gulped, rethinking the question he was about to ask. "...will you get rough with me?"

Alaric’s eyes swept over Julian’s body, and he said,

"I will try not to. But I cannot make any promises. This... is not a gentle siege."

Alaric’s patience vanished, replaced by the starving urgency of a man who had been wandering a desert.

He slid his finger into Julian’s hole, and Julian felt it slide on easily. He wondered... Was it supposed to be like this?

He had no idea of the groundwork the Duke had been trying to set this whole time.

The Duke watched Julian’s reaction, and seeing there was no wince of pain or discomfort, he slid in a second finger, and from there, he began to wiggle.

"Ah... ah, Lucien, that’s..."

Julian didn’t know what that feeling was. It was so unfamiliar, but it wasn’t exactly dangerous. He could feel Alaric’s fingers moving inside him, scraping his walls and spreading the soft sticky lube inside him.

It made an even more embarrassing squishing sound than Alaric’s hand stroking his dick.

"Does it feel uncomfortable?" Alaric asked, but Julian shook his head. "Then, do you want me to stop?"

"No, don’t... just... just keep at it. Hah."

Julian closed his eyes, suddenly feeling this strange sensation... this strange pleasure that was very different from what he felt when Alaric stroked his dick.

It felt warm... it was somewhat fulfilling...

The way the Duke wiggled his fingers and stretched him out to make sure he was thoroughly prepared to take him in.

Without warning, his dick hardened once again.

"Julian, I can no longer hold back." The Duke finally said and then took out his fingers, the sticky stuff dripping out.

He slid his robe off and stroked his own massive cock with the sticky stuff, and Julian watched, while panting, at the huge tanned weapon he remembered to have seen that night.

The Duke had pressed his dick to his cock, stroked them together until they were both completely undone, a mess that neither of them could clean up.

And now again... this time he didn’t have to pretend to be out of it while he watched it.

And now that he was looking at it with clear eyes, the thick dark cock with veins bulging all over it.

It was a part that very well complemented the Duke’s very ’size’.

"Here I come," The Duke said, giving no more warnings as he pressed his tip to Julian’s entrance.

Julian shuddered, feeling the hot skin of this man attempt to invade him.

And then, the Duke, short on patience, finally lost it.

He plunged himself into Julian.

It wasn’t a gentle entry; it was the ’siege’ he had promised—heavy, overwhelming, and hard.

It knocked the air out of Julian’s lungs, and his entire body tensed up. His toes curled until there was no space left to curl in, his fingers dug into the sheets, and his hole clamped around Alaric’s cock, preventing him from pushing any further.

"Ngh—" Alaric grunted and then took in a breath, feeling he might’ve taken Julian by surprise.

Despite all the preparations, if Julian was too tense, he wouldn’t be able to move.

He lifted his eyes and watched Julian heaving for breath, clenching the sheets.

He leaned closer and kissed his neck.

"Breath for me, Julian." He whispered his breath hot over Julian’s skin. "Don’t close your eyes. Look at me."

Julian, struggling to adjust to the thickness of Alaric’s cock barely managed to open his eyes, watching through the blur of his eyes and saw as the Duke stared at him, as if he were trying to see into his very soul.

He didn’t just want Julian’s body; he wanted his surrender.

Alaric pinned Julian’s wrists to the pillow with a grip that was both a tether and a cage, so he wouldn’t hide his face from him. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

He remained perfectly still, though the veins in his neck were bulging and his jaw was set so hard it looked as if it might shatter. He was a man holding back a landslide.

"Relax, Julian," Alaric rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his heaving chest. "If you don’t let go, I’ll break us both."