Seeing that Julian was on the verge of a genuine temper tantrum, Ethan ceased his teasing and leaned down to capture the boy's mouth in a deep, suffocating kiss. To be honest, Julian loved these kinds of kisses, the ones that felt like a conversation rather than a conquest. They were thick with affection, a slow, lingering exchange of breath and soul that provided a much-needed sense of security.
But while Julian was losing himself in the tender comfort of the kiss, Ethan's hand reached out for a specific object he had brought in earlier. It was the vibrant pink dildo, the very same toy that Julian had used to taunt and tease him earlier that evening.
At that moment, Julian was still blissfully unaware of the looming threat. It wasn't until they finally broke apart, gasping for air, that the reality hit him. Ethan's hand clamped down firmly on Julian's waist, pinning him to the marble, while his other hand waved the silicone toy mockingly in front of Julian's face.
