Julian Sterling was tormented by Ethan Caldwell to the point where his eyes were flushed crimson and brimming with unshed tears. Two or three droplets finally escaped, sliding down his cheeks to contrast starkly against his porcelain-white skin. This sight only served to drive the observer further into madness, captivated by such an alluring display of vulnerability.
Julian's body arched high, his skin flushing a deep, feverish red like a cooked prawn. He trembled all over, shaking from the intense waves of pleasure that were being ruthlessly suppressed right at the very gates of paradise.
Julian was so uncomfortable that he began to sob brokenly, his mouth mumbling a string of curses, calling Ethan a bastard. The man in question, however, maintained an air of extreme tenderness. Ethan leaned in, carefully wiping away the tear tracks staining the younger man's cheek, before placing a feather-light kiss upon the damp skin.
"Be good now, don't cry. Just wait for me a little longer."
