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3 - Suck
Brian and Justin’s POVs


2:05 am

Brian

My tongue swirls around the swollen head, my cheeks hollow as I suck the shaft down, my hand chases my mouth back up his length as I bring him to the brink, again.

“Brian,” he moans my name, then hisses in a deep breath as he arches his back. There’s nothing in the world as satisfying as the sound of him moaning my name (okay, well maybe a few things – but it’s right up there on the list).

I continue, weighing his balls in my hand, noticing they aren’t as heavy as usual because he’s already come twice tonight. Yet they’re still impressively full.

I know I can get him a little closer before backing off. The point of the exercise is to drive him nearly mad by pushing him to the brink of orgasm only to back off until he’s calmed down. He is so going to lose his shit and bark at me. No control…none at all.

When I think he’s just about to release, I remove my mouth from his dick and let it rest, purple and glistening, against his belly. I stroke his thighs lightly and listen to him bitch under his breath. He’s trying so hard to pretend it’s okay with him that I’ve just blown him within two seconds of an orgasm twice, and not let him come. I figure I’ve got one or two more rounds before he attacks me.

“Brian,” he sighs exasperatedly as I kiss the skin on his smooth stomach.

I lift my head and our eyes meet. I raise my eyebrows in innocence.

“I don’t know how much I can take.”

“You’re doing fine,” I whisper as I take the skin on his hipbone between my teeth.

“Ouch!” He yelps as his body jerks away from me.

Minutes pass and we just stare. My eyes sparkle with mischief as his cloud with frustration.

Finally I break the silence, my own hard-on, trapped beneath my body, begging me to get on with things.

“Ready?” I ask to make sure he can take more of the assault.

“I think we’ve established that I’m in control of my orgasms.” He’s so cocky sometimes.

“No, you’re not. I am.”

“Bullshit,” he huffs a laugh and sits up on his elbows to look down at me.

“It’s true. Your body comes when I tell it to. Always has, always will.” I nearly wince at my implication of an eternity together but I stop myself. His birthday isn't the time for my non-committal bullshit. Not to mention that I’ve nearly resigned myself to the fact that I'll be the one making him come for the rest of his life.

“As if you fucking own me,” he rolls his eyes in mock annoyance.

“Mmm, but I do.” I dip my head to bite the soft, thin skin that shines invitingly at the juncture of his leg and groin. He yelps again and I flick my tongue over the abused area, reveling in the softness there. He flops back on the bed, admitting defeat.

I finally start back in on his dick. I take just the tip into my mouth and nurse on it gently. My tongue dances over the slit, begging his precum to come out and play. And it does, it always does.

He starts to moan again. I watch his fingers grip the sheets, twisting the navy blue, 320-count, Egyptian cotton into angry rings of stress relief. He wants to buck his hips. He wants to beg me. But for once, he’s showing a little self-control. It’s kind of ironic that the one day you shouldn’t have to show any self-control at all, your birthday, is the particular day I’ve chosen to insist he exercise immense amounts of it. Of course, deep down he loves every second of it.


Justin

If Brian doesn’t let me come soon I’m not really sure what I’ll do. I feel slightly insane at the moment, and I think he knows that. I wonder if he’s aware it’s his own life he’s risking here? How is it that on the one day I should get to be a selfish child he’s making me show such restraint? Tricky bastard!

I huff and puff and grip the sheets so hard I’m sure they’ll tear to shreds between my fingertips. My skin’s so hot and he’s so unrelenting that I’m sure I’ll go up in flames at any moment.

“Brianbrianbrianbrianbrianbrian,” I chant as my head rolls from side to side. He’s on his third round of fellatio torture and I haven’t come yet. Lucky for him I’ve already come twice tonight, otherwise I never would have lasted this long. Even so, this is an exercise in self-restraint unlike any I’ve ever endured.

“Please, please, please,” I hope my pleading tone will melt his resolve.

My heart drums in my chest and my blood runs fast under my skin. I try to relax as I take long, deep breaths. I keep repeating all the things Brian’s said to me tonight as I try to get a grip on the situation. Then he flicks his tongue over just the right spot on my poor, helpless cock and I’m a goner.

“Brian! Fucking Christ, let me come already!”

 

His head comes up and he looks at me, “Ah, you can do better than that, Sunshine.”

I let my head flop back on the bed and my eyes wander across the ceiling. I press them shut tightly for a minute as I will my painful erection to calm down.

I breathe and breathe and breathe and tell myself that this is a good thing. I want to be able to control my orgasms. I want to be able to come all night.

Fuck that. I just wanna get off and take a nap!


Brian

What did I say? He’ll never be good at this! He’s so fucking impatient. I’ve only been going at this for thirty minutes and he’s freaking out.

Of course, I secretly love that he always wants to come and begs me to grant him release. He’s always ready and willing and wanting to escalate the moment and intensify every move. It’s sexy. It keeps me on my toes.

Unfortunately, that behavior doesn’t jibe with the likes of Tantra. There’s a slowness and a control that it requires. If you want to do it right you have to breathe, you have to think, you have to relax. Actually, I’m better suited to this than he is. Thank God one of us can handle it.

I take my mouth away from his dick entirely and listen to him whimper for a minute. His eyes are shut and I’m sure he’s concentrating so hard on not coming (or not killing me) that he doesn’t realize right away I’ve stopped sucking again.

In an instant, his hips are thrusting in my face, “Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck.” He chants his request on pained breath. Poor kid, maybe he’s had enough.

I try really hard not to laugh.

Frankly, my own dick is starting to get pissed off. I rotate my hips a bit and feel the nice friction from the sheets below as they rub over the leaking head and soft underside of my cock.

I start doing it a little harder and for a moment, I forget that it’s Justin’s dick I’m supposed to be focused on. He doesn’t let my mind wander for long, though.

“Brian! Fuck you!” We both laugh as he takes his dick into his right hand and feeds it to me.

I begin blowing him in earnest again, shifting my weight a little so that my dick can rub against the bare skin of his leg.

I swallow him down as I hump his leg like a horny teenager. I have a fleeting thought that he’s really no longer a child. Not that he ever has been, but now even in the eyes of society, Justin’s an adult.

I swallow around his dick and let my tongue swirl over the hypersensitive head until he’s coming and screaming and writhing like it’s his first time.

I feel myself roar in the moment. The carnal sounds of our release mix and mesh and fill the loft.

I smile around his shuddering cock, drinking down the gift he’s giving me. I feel wetness pool on my belly and am honestly a little bit surprised that I came just from grinding against him like that. He runs his hands through my hair as he controls the pressure of my mouth on his softening dick. I love the way his fingers feel as they knead my scalp. I sigh as I let him slip from my lips.


Justin

He rolls away from me, throwing his arms out to his sides as he tries to regulate his own breathing.

I lie so still I’m sure I’d look dead to the onlooker if it weren’t for my chest, heaving at an alarming rate. Head pressed against my thigh, hair matted down with sweat and other bodily fluids, Brian pants and shudders in the aftermath of what I can only assume was an extraordinary orgasm. I think it surprised him, looks like it did anyway.

“Damn Buddhists had it right,” he chuckles. I turn to look at him and start to laugh as well.

“Did they?” I coax him to continue. I love it when Brian talks in bed.

“Sex is sacred and should be practiced and practiced and practiced. I thought we did it about as well as any two people could. I think I was wrong. We’ve got a long way to go, Sunshine.”

“I need a nap,” I laugh a little more. I’ve never been so tired in all my life.

He rolls towards me, reaching out to take my limp dick in his right hand. My eyes widen as I warn him, “Brian.”

“You can sleep when you’re dead.”

Good God, he’s going to be the death of me. But what a way to go…

3am

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