Erin
This is for paddies
because she is so amazing and wonderful and I have a pretty website and a pretty
icon coming:)
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Justin drops to his knees and pulls open Brian’s fly. He gingerly takes off
the pants that cost more than his entire wardrobe combined. Brian’s fingers
feather through his hair, Brian loves to pet him.
Justin sucks Brian’s cock with practiced ease; he cups Brian’s balls and swallows
when the head of Brian’s cock hits the back of his throat. He started to jerk
off a little while ago but stopped himself. Now he’s horny as hell and wants
Brian to hurry up and come so they can move on to the sex. Sometimes all Justin
wants is a cock in his ass.
Brian moans and his thighs tremble a bit. The starched cuffs of his designer
shirt rub against the tops of Justin’s ears and make the hair on the back of
Justin’s neck stand up.
Brian comes with a low moan and then he laughs, “You weren’t fucking around.”
He's still panting when he drops to his knees and pushes Justin back onto the
bed. He still marvels at how Justin’s outstanding cock sucking skills can catch
him off guard.
Justin falls backwards clumsily and huffs a laugh in surprise as he hoists himself
up onto his elbows. Brian can just breathe and Justin gets turned on, but there's
something in particular about Brian on his knees on the hard ground that makes
Justin's heart beat a little faster – so he decides to watch. Brian sheds his
crisp button down and slides his warm palms up Justin’s legs before pulling
at his zipper.
Justin puts his feet up on the platform after Brian pulls off his jeans and
underwear. He spreads his legs and scoots his ass down to the edge of the mattress.
Brian immediately takes advantage of the position and starts making long, slow,
wet strokes with his tongue behind Justin’s balls. Justin shudders and giggles.
Brian mumbles against the Justin’s balls, “You smell good.”
Justin smiles, “I just showered.”
“My, my…assume much?” Brian goes back to licking and Justin gasps.
“I figured you were coming home soon and we’d either go out…or…or…fuck,”
Brian sucks Justin’s cock deep into his mouth and holds it there. Brian wants
to reward Justin for planning ahead.
Brian slides a few fingers into his mouth next to Justin cock; it serves to
make Justin gasp from the friction and to wet Brian’s fingers enough to play
with Justin’s ass. He makes little circles around Justin’s hole while he sucks
slowly on the tip of his dick. He knows if he waits a few minutes Justin will
beg, and Brian’s in the mood to hear it.
It happens sooner than he would’ve even guessed. “Brian…Brian…fuck…please,”
Justin pushes his hips down, trying to force Brian inside. Brian pulls his mouth
off Justin’s cock so that he can look at Justin’s hole. He presses a fingertip
there lightly and watches the muscles respond, he thinks the contractions are
beautiful, inviting…irresistible.
“Tell me what you want,” Brian’s breath is warm against Justin’s thigh.
Justin’s head moves around, he’s trying to find Brian’s eyes. When he finally
focuses on them he says, “I want you to rim me until I beg to be fucked.”
Brian smiles, he’s satisfied with that answer. He leans forward and replaces
his finger with his tongue. He makes lazy strokes over Justin’s hole and holds
more firmly to Justin’s hips as he feels him getting ready to buck up and demand
more.
Sure enough Justin starts to moan obscenities, “Come on. Come on. Brian….Jesus…more.”
Brian chuckles, which only further frustrates Justin.
Brian hadn’t really planned on having sex before he left for Babylon. If he’d
thought about it all (and maybe he had a little), he figured he’d go to Babylon
for a few hours, get his dick sucked (if anyone showed up that is) and come
home to a nice, slow fuck with Justin before bed.
And then Justin was home when Brian got there and in artist mode, a little full
of himself, which always turned Brian on. When Brian grabbed him from behind
he was warm and smelled like Brian’s favorite shampoo. He was offering good
ideas and hanging up Brian’s coat and not put off when Brian said he had to
go out again. Brian’s urge to have sex with him became instantly overwhelming.
He’s noticed that seems to happen even more now than it used to. He finds that
somewhat amazing. He supposes it’s a large part of the reason he tolerates this
existence…this domesticity. He even likes it, for the most part.
Brian’s hands hold Justin’s ass apart to give his tongue as much access as possible.
He’s pulling out all the stops, and he knows them all because he wrote the book
on how to get Justin Taylor off. There’s a science experiment-like quality to
the way Justin’s been conditioned to respond to Brian sexually. Brian takes
some level of pride in this.
Justin’s stomach is clenching and his thighs are shaking. Brian can feel the
tremors moving through Justin’s body, they make him shiver. He’s already too
close, but Brian’s not done…not nearly.
Brian slows his tongue and takes his hand off Justin’s dick. He waits until
Justin’s breathing slows and his moaning stops.
“Brian,” Justin whines and shifts his hips; patience has never been Justin’s
strong suit. When he wants something he takes it, he never waits for an invitation.
Justin lifts his head and looks down at Brian, he tries to give him an angry
glare but instead he just moans in frustration and falls back against the bed.
“Brian, come on….,” Brian slides a few fingers inside him, stretching him further.
“I want to fuck you hard,” Brian says in way of explanation.
Justin laughs, “Good…hurry up.”
Brian likes to watch Justin’s back arch when his fingers brush all the right
spots. He moves in and out a few more times, scissors his fingers and rolls
them at just the right angle.
“Fuck I’m gonna come,” Justin bites out.
Brian smiles and grabs a condom, “You sure are.”
He pushes Justin onto his stomach and taps his hip, which Justin understands
as the get-on-your-knees-I’m-gonna-make-you-scr
Justin smiles and pushes up on all fours. He tries to think about paying taxes
and eating green vegetables and his mother doing his laundry while Brian suits
up and slicks Justin’s hole with lube. He prays he won’t come the second Brian’s
inside of him.
Brian slides in quickly and Justin grunts and whimpers at the stretch and the
burn that he fantasizes about. On the second deep thrust Brian’s lips drag along
the back of Justin’s neck and find his ear. He whispers in a low, thick voice,
“Sure you don’t want the job? This would be a good way to spend my lunch hour
every day.”
Justin laughs and rolls his hips; he even reconsiders the offer for a moment
until Brian starts to move more quickly. After that all coherent thought evades
him.
End
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