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Jules has always been greedy. It mostly works out for him, honestly. It's how he managed to bag Elliot Connors, after all, by refusing to ever stop wanting, by never asking any questions about what he might deserve. But right now... yeah, maybe right now it's time to start. He's got a good thing going here, and spooking Elliot out of it would suck. He probably should just keep his curious fingers to himself. It's nice, resting here in Elliot's arms, but it's also nice to just lazily fondle his soft dick, and then to reach back and just gently feel over his hole...
Elliot sucks in a trembling breath, squirming and even pressing into the touch a little before he gently catches Jules by the wrist and says, "Stop."
"Daddy, it's okay if you only top," Jules says, and he's kind of shocked at how much he means it. Cock sleeves were invented for a reason, and ooh, maybe they could buy some really freaky ones, and Elliot could watch, that would be fucking awesome...
Elliot makes that grumbling little huff of frustration that's always kind of cute, his hand cupping the back of Jules's neck. "It's not... I've done it," he says, and there's something in his tone that snaps Jules right back into focus. "It's complicated," he says, and Jules can feel the tension in his body. "Julian, I need you to understand something," he says, and aw shit someone hurt him, somehow, and Jules is supposed to be trying to hate less people. "It's not about you. I just decided that I was never doing that for anyone again." He takes a deep breath, holding on to Jules like a security blanket. "That no one is worth my submission to pain in service of connection."
"Boss..." Jules says, propping up to look at his face. There's something so vulnerable about him without his glasses, it makes Jules glad that other people don't usually see him like this. "It's not supposed to hurt," he says, and Elliot flushes, covering his eyes with one palm.
"I know. I know. But it always did and I let him do it anyway and I came like a freight train every time but I didn't like it!" he says, so plaintive that it makes Jules's heart hurt. He's had some like that. Starting to realize how many now that he's with Elliot, actually, but goddamn.
"Aw, Daddy, I never wanna hurt you," Jules says, and just covers him in kisses for a while. Obviously, right now is not the time to ask about rimming. Soon, though, goddamn.
And then of course Elliot ends up actually busy at work for the next like, two weeks, and Jules is free to just turn the idea over and over and over in his mind. Elliot makes the cutest noises when Jules blows him, and, sometimes he covers his mouth like like a goddamn anime girl or something. The first time, when Jules had thrown him all the way back, deep-throating like the goddamn pro he is, Elliot had let out this like, short, quavery little almost-squeal, and that sound has haunted Jules ever since. Imagining the noises Daddy would make with a tongue in his ass is starting to feel like demonic possession, so Jules figures that he'll just take his next possible chance to talk to him.
Because Jules is a little bitch, he does ask, in the most sweetly pensive tone he can muster, "Daddy, can I eat you out?" right as Elliot is sipping his coffee, just for the joy of watching him struggle not to choke on it or spit it all over the table. He manages to swallow it in a decorous manner, but it's a near thing.
"Julian," he wheezes, "what the fuck? Why!?"
"Because I really want to!"
"I mean why now? Who the hell starts a conversation like that!?"
Jules folds his arms and pouts a little, something he wishes were more performative than it is, this time. "I wasn't gonna bring it up right after you told me about that prick Astral like, raping you, I'm not that much of an asshole! And then you were busy."
"He didn't--I wasn't--whatever, we're not discussing that right now."
"No, we're not! Daddy! Your ass! Can I eat it!"
Elliot blushes bright pink, and opens his mouth like he's going to speak, then shuts it again and just sits there until Jules is about to flip out. Finally, he says, in the shyest little voice, "...Can I think about it?"
Of course he can think about it. And so can Jules. Jacking himself raw even though Elliot is still fucking him on the regular because how can he not? He's like, hole-starved or something. And that prick Chad has to make it worse, asking if his rich old man is letting him top yet, during some of their usual shit-talking over brunch. They've been some kind of weird frenemies since high school, war-bonded by being the only out gay kids in the kind of garbage school with multiple calls a year for guns on campus.
"Lay off him, he's got issues!" Jules snaps, stealing Chad's mimosa because he doesn't deserve it.
"Damn, do you need some bussy," Chad drawls, flagging a waitress down for another drink.
"Shut the fuck up," Jules whines. "I can't rush him! His shithead ex made him all nervous. Gotta ease him into it."
"Have fun teaching an old dog old tricks, loser."
"Yeah? And how are things going for you, bitch?" Because fuck Chad, at least Jules has someone who loves him. And Jules is totally right, which is why Chad flares up and almost gets them banned, but it's worth it to shut him up.