How To: Hitch a Breeder - Step 13/15
A/N: Please excuse the wait, peeps. I was internetless for the week. Comment love will make these rainy days sooo much better <3
[ previous chapters ]
Step 13: Woo Him / Stranger Than Fiction
When Justin got into work the next morning, he was still wearing the stupid smile on his face.
Brian had left last night after spending two hours in Justin’s bed, just being there. He’d left with a kiss that tasted of promise. Justin swore to himself that he wouldn’t get his hopes up, but he couldn’t fucking help it. He was a glass-half-full guy. He was being honest when he said he didn’t expect a relationship, but he was relatively sure that he wanted Brian any way he could get him.
“So!” Jerry announced, startling Justin and making him slam the door.
“Hey,” Justin said and weeded through the mail, putting a couple of envelopes and pamphlets on Jerry’s desk. When he was done, he noticed Jerry grinning at him. “What?”
“So, not only are you finally embracing your gayness now, you are also embracing it with Brian Kinney?”
Justin froze in shock. “What?” he gasped. Jerry swiveled his computer screen around, so Justin could see. “You… you read my email?”
“Dude, it’s your business address, I must have clicked your folder, too. It was a happy accident!”
“You… I…” Justin couldn’t get the nerve together to actually read the email for himself. What if Brian was just brushing him off?
Jerry chuckled. “Relax. I’m quite impressed actually. Going big right from the start, I like it!”
“Oh my god, I hate you!” Justin turned and rushed towards his own desk. By the time he sat down, Jerry was waiting in the chair across from him.
“So, have you fucked him yet?”
“Jerry!”
“What?” Jerry asked, as if he’d just posed the most logical question.
“God, you’re so annoying.”
“So, are you, like, simply horny for him or do you actually like him?”
Justin rubbed his forehead. “I…”
“You…?”
Justin’s forehead made a loud thump against his desk. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation.”
“What’s the big deal?”
“You can’t seriously be asking that,” Justin spoke into his mouse pad.
“Oh, please. So, you’re gay. So, you dig Mr. Kinnetik. And he digs you! What’s the problem?”
Justin’s head shot up. “Okay, first, don’t call him that. Second, you have just learned that your best friend is a fag. Shouldn’t you be weirded out by that or something?” Justin waved his hands for emphasis. “And third, I don’t even know if he likes me. He’s just…”
“Yeah, you should read your email.”
“Oh, should I, yes?” Justin scoffed, all sarcasm and frustration.
Jerry smiled, nice and genuine for once, and got up. Justin stared after him.
Five minutes later, he was still staring at their ugly carpet, afraid to check his email, afraid to do anything at all.
“Read your email, loverboy!” Jerry sung from the other end of the room.
“Fuck you!”
A laugh. “Oh, you wish.”
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From: Brian.Kinney@kinnetik.com
To: JTaylor@bastartdize.com
So, let’s do something lame. Like go see a movie and eat. Not necessarily in that order.
Yes?
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They really didn’t do it in that order.
Brian wasn’t sure why he was paying for Italian food when he got stuffed to the hilt with it once a week for free, but who’s complaining. The restaurant was actually kind of nice. A little too dingy for his taste, but the food and service were pretty good. Well, appropriate, given the pricing.
He watched Justin polish the last drop of sauce off his plate with garlic bread and smiled.
Justin caught him looking and swallowed. “I’m sorry, this pesto is just so good.”
“I’m sure it is. So, you were saying that you gave up painting.”
Justin took a sip from his wine. “Well, I didn’t give it up completely, not initially, at least, but as a career choice. You, um, you know about my mom… Things started getting worse and money was needed.” He shrugged.
Brian thought about how someone could just shrug his future, his passion, away. Then again, he wouldn’t understand - his own professional passion had always been of a profitable kind, fortunately.
“How did she get worse? I mean…”
“Well, it started out with her distrusting people, accusing random people of somehow plotting against her. That was the mild stage, where we initially started being aware of the problem. It progressed to her thinking similarly of all people, even the ones closest to her.” Justin shook his head in remembrance. “We had to assure her constantly, show her that we’re the good ones.” Justin made air quotes. “But the more we tried, the less she believed. I don’t know why, but I’m actually the last person she allows in, even if just temporarily. She hasn’t spoken to my sister in… I don’t even know how long.” Justin glanced up from the table and cleared his throat. “Anyway, then came the stage where she started flat-out imagining things, hearing things, to a point where she couldn’t continue living alone.”
“And your father? Didn’t he help?”
“They got a divorce a couple of years prior to that and he kind of didn’t want anything more to do with us. Me and my mom, that is. He did get custody for my sister, however, when things got worse with the sickness and Molly was still underage. Judging by what I know, he’s been a good father to her.”
Brian watched the fine line that had formed on Justin’s forehead and wondered what the hell he was doing asking all these questions. Shitty family situations? As if he needed to hear about those. Still, he kind of wanted to hear about Justin’s… well, everything. “So you went and focused on digital design work.”
Justin shifted in his seat and Brian didn’t know what to make of it. Was he fucking up?
“I’m sorry, Brian, I just…” Justin’s fingers played with the napkin.
“What, is this uncomfortable?”
“No, actually. It’s just… I feel like I’ve been giving away so much of myself, you know? You know so much about me already and-”
“That’s not true.” There was a lot more he’d like to know. He still didn’t know how Justin drank his coffee, for example.
“No, I mean, I have this whole mess of myself lying open in front of you, right? And I feel like there’s nothing really personal about you that I know, so this whole thing feels kind of lopsided.”
Brian thought about that. He didn’t want Justin to feel lopsided. “Alright. Let’s go then.” He turned to signal the waiter.
“Brian, what…? I thought…”
“I’m taking you somewhere,” Brian explained as he handed over his credit card. He was gonna do this before he thought better of it.
“Somewhere that’s not the movies?”
“Somewhere that’s not the movies.”
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“Dadadada!”
No, definitely not the movies. Kind of fictional anyway, Justin found.
“Brian! I thought you were going to pick him up on Saturday.”
“I am,” Brian explained, lifting the kid up in his arms. “I’m just stopping by for a quick visit.”
“Gus, meet Justin.”
Gus hid his face in Brian’s neck but held out his hand.
Justin cleared his head from the shock and smiled while shaking the little hand. “Nice to meet you, Gus.”
“Since when are you so shy?” Brian asked his son, who drew his hand back in and smushed his face harder into Brian’s neck.
“Um, Brian?” Lindsay stood there, looking helpless.
“Lindsay, this is Justin. I just wanted him to meet Gus.”
“Hi.” Justin waved while Lindsay stared.
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Back in the car, Brian tried to prepare himself for the questioning. Of course Justin would want to know how the hell he came to have a kid. Maybe revealing Gus wasn’t the best move, after all. Maybe he’d freaked him out.
When after two full minutes of driving (Brian checked back with the dashboard clock), Justin still hadn’t said anything, Brian didn’t know what to do. Or if he should even continue driving into the direction of the loft. “So…”
“Thank you,” was all Justin said. He reached over and took Brian’s hand in his.
Brian managed to drive the rest of the way without ever shifting gears.
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Justin had gotten two blowjobs in his life. And that was counted generously.
He remembered Julia from Introduction to Ancient Philosophy on her knees in front of him at that stupid frat party. How she held his dick in both hands and just licked at the tip a couple of times like he was some kind of lollipop. And a not particularly tasty one, judging by her face.
The class was pretty cool, though. Figures that it was the electives that were the most fun.
Oh, and April, that one time on the disgusting rug, of course. Though he doubted that giving his cock one lick and then randomly diving down once, complete with gagging, counted for full either.
All in all, Justin figured that it couldn’t possibly end in disappointment when Brian mumbled, “I’m gonna suck your dick.”
Justin almost came right then.
“Okay?” Brian’s voice was slightly muffled and Justin could feel his lips and breath against his stomach.
Brain feeling of mushy consistency, Justin barely managed a nod. He thought he should prepare in some way, but it was too late - Brian already started pressing his lips to Justin’s filling cock. It twitched helplessly while the warm mouth moved up and down its length, avoiding the tip, but instead moving down to suck at heavy balls. When Brian finally took Justin in his mouth, sliding down as far as possible, Justin was already gone. Two more up and downs, two flicks of tongue against the tip and Justin was coming into Brian’s mouth, shocked and grateful.
Brian was still sucking the last bit of come from his cock when Justin’s brain rattled into gear again.
Holy shit, he’d just been blown. Blown for real. By a guy.
He recognized the parting kisses to his stomach and felt the nervousness prickle through his body. Brian moved up to face level and Justin… Justin had to look away.
“Hey.”
Justin pressed his eyes closed in defiance. He had already let Brian fuck him once, so why was he freaking out over a blowjob? He just… he couldn’t look at Brian right now. Not after he’d-
“Justin.”
Holding his breath, he finally turned to look. He instantly forgot his embarrassment over the shiny red lips, the brown hair that stood in a deliciously tousled way. Did he do that? He didn’t remember. God, Brian was fucking perfect. Justin had to kiss him. He lifted his head a bit, licked at the flushed lips, tasting remnants of himself, but mostly tasting Brian’s perfection.
Soon Justin was moaning into Brian’s mouth again and pressing up, pressing closer. He let his hands wander up and down Brian’s back, brought Brian’s hips further down against him. He stopped when he felt Brian’s dick, hard and full, against his thigh.
Brian had gotten hard because of him, from sucking him. Justin felt dizzy at the thought.
It must have been that dizziness that caused him to reach down for Brian’s cock without thinking. Brian, surprise lightly breaking up his breathing, turned on his side a bit to give Justin room and let his forehead fall to Justin’s shoulder. Justin loved the feeling of Brian’s moans vibrating against his skin.
Justin wanted to give Brian as much pleasure as he’d received. He wanted to show him that he could. “Brian,” he said, squeezing the shaft.
“Yeah,” came the huff.
“I want to try… that.”
“What?” Brian mumbled into Justin’s shoulder.
Justin couldn’t say it. Instead, he rolled on top of Brian and quickly slid down his body. He kissed beside a pink nipple, on rippling abs, at his favorite expanse of skin below belly button, and was then staring at Brian’s dick.
“Justin,” Brian gasped, struggling to lift up a bit.
But Justin didn’t look up at him. He continued to stare. All he had to do was open his mouth and… fuck. He couldn’t.
Brian’s fingers curling around his hand brought Justin out of his frozen shock. “Come up here.”
“I- I’m sorry, I…”
“Shut up and come here,” Brian said again, tugging on Justin’s hand.
Embarrassment and a feeling of failure clouded Justin’s thinking and again he didn’t know where to look to avoid Brian’s eyes. But then Brian kissed him again, long and deep and not disappointed, and slowly, Justin relaxed.
Later, there was no room for embarrassment when he pulled and scratched, and asked Brian for more and deeper.
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Brian watched as Justin’s orgasm played out under him. The grunts and moans that were full of unexpected pleasure, the fluttering eyelids, the bowing of his body. He pressed impossibly deeper and enjoyed the rippling of the muscles surrounding his dick.
Justin was completely pure. Brian ceased all movement and just stared.
He made a decision then. He had to make Justin come again before he himself would let go. He needed to see Justin come again.
Beads of sweat had accumulated in the hollow of Justin’s throat and Brian bent down to lick them up. When he couldn’t tear himself away from Justin’s neck, he let his body drop down. He bit his lips and closed his eyes while Justin’s ass still pulsed weakly around him.
When Justin opened his eyes, Brian searched them and found nothing he didn’t like. Justin pressed two soft kisses to his neck, making Brian shiver. Justin smiled and did it again. When the lips remained in a spot, softly sucking at the skin, Brian groaned and felt a new flash of arousal shoot into him. He started to move again.
Justin gasped and stared at him, shocked, while Brian rocked his hips, slowly, not too deep. He bent down and sucked on Justin’s lower lip, diving behind it with his tongue. Hearing Justin’s low moan and feeling his hands move to his ass turned him on so much, he had to pick up his pace.
“Ah, fuck... wait!”
It was too early. Justin was still too sensitive, Brian knew it. But he wanted the pure need. He wanted Justin to feel the burn, the struggle of his body trying to gear up again. Brian wanted all of it to be for him, because of him. Justin made him greedy.
So he continued to nudge at Justin’s prostate and kissed and licked the hitched gasps from his mouth. His upper body was still pressed to Justin’s while his hips pressed into his ass. His own body was burning, hurting, with delaying the release, when losing himself in Justin was so close.
Only with great effort did he pull away, push his chest up, to grab between them. Justin’s cock was filling quickly, his balls felt smooth and heavy in Brian’s palm. Justin was ready again.
“No, please,” Justin moaned, his hand reaching up. “Come back down here.”
Something inside Brian snapped loose and he dropped down again, heavy and grateful. The friction was becoming blinding and Brian desperate in the way he rutted against Justin. Sliding his fingers into blond hair he kissed him, deep, essential and without anything to compare.
Justin held on and cried Brian’s name when he came.
Brian gave up, shuddered, and felt the sound etch into his brain.
[ Step 14 ]
[ previous chapters ]
Step 13: Woo Him / Stranger Than Fiction
When Justin got into work the next morning, he was still wearing the stupid smile on his face.
Brian had left last night after spending two hours in Justin’s bed, just being there. He’d left with a kiss that tasted of promise. Justin swore to himself that he wouldn’t get his hopes up, but he couldn’t fucking help it. He was a glass-half-full guy. He was being honest when he said he didn’t expect a relationship, but he was relatively sure that he wanted Brian any way he could get him.
“So!” Jerry announced, startling Justin and making him slam the door.
“Hey,” Justin said and weeded through the mail, putting a couple of envelopes and pamphlets on Jerry’s desk. When he was done, he noticed Jerry grinning at him. “What?”
“So, not only are you finally embracing your gayness now, you are also embracing it with Brian Kinney?”
Justin froze in shock. “What?” he gasped. Jerry swiveled his computer screen around, so Justin could see. “You… you read my email?”
“Dude, it’s your business address, I must have clicked your folder, too. It was a happy accident!”
“You… I…” Justin couldn’t get the nerve together to actually read the email for himself. What if Brian was just brushing him off?
Jerry chuckled. “Relax. I’m quite impressed actually. Going big right from the start, I like it!”
“Oh my god, I hate you!” Justin turned and rushed towards his own desk. By the time he sat down, Jerry was waiting in the chair across from him.
“So, have you fucked him yet?”
“Jerry!”
“What?” Jerry asked, as if he’d just posed the most logical question.
“God, you’re so annoying.”
“So, are you, like, simply horny for him or do you actually like him?”
Justin rubbed his forehead. “I…”
“You…?”
Justin’s forehead made a loud thump against his desk. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation.”
“What’s the big deal?”
“You can’t seriously be asking that,” Justin spoke into his mouse pad.
“Oh, please. So, you’re gay. So, you dig Mr. Kinnetik. And he digs you! What’s the problem?”
Justin’s head shot up. “Okay, first, don’t call him that. Second, you have just learned that your best friend is a fag. Shouldn’t you be weirded out by that or something?” Justin waved his hands for emphasis. “And third, I don’t even know if he likes me. He’s just…”
“Yeah, you should read your email.”
“Oh, should I, yes?” Justin scoffed, all sarcasm and frustration.
Jerry smiled, nice and genuine for once, and got up. Justin stared after him.
Five minutes later, he was still staring at their ugly carpet, afraid to check his email, afraid to do anything at all.
“Read your email, loverboy!” Jerry sung from the other end of the room.
“Fuck you!”
A laugh. “Oh, you wish.”
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From: Brian.Kinney@kinnetik.com
To: JTaylor@bastartdize.com
So, let’s do something lame. Like go see a movie and eat. Not necessarily in that order.
Yes?
+
They really didn’t do it in that order.
Brian wasn’t sure why he was paying for Italian food when he got stuffed to the hilt with it once a week for free, but who’s complaining. The restaurant was actually kind of nice. A little too dingy for his taste, but the food and service were pretty good. Well, appropriate, given the pricing.
He watched Justin polish the last drop of sauce off his plate with garlic bread and smiled.
Justin caught him looking and swallowed. “I’m sorry, this pesto is just so good.”
“I’m sure it is. So, you were saying that you gave up painting.”
Justin took a sip from his wine. “Well, I didn’t give it up completely, not initially, at least, but as a career choice. You, um, you know about my mom… Things started getting worse and money was needed.” He shrugged.
Brian thought about how someone could just shrug his future, his passion, away. Then again, he wouldn’t understand - his own professional passion had always been of a profitable kind, fortunately.
“How did she get worse? I mean…”
“Well, it started out with her distrusting people, accusing random people of somehow plotting against her. That was the mild stage, where we initially started being aware of the problem. It progressed to her thinking similarly of all people, even the ones closest to her.” Justin shook his head in remembrance. “We had to assure her constantly, show her that we’re the good ones.” Justin made air quotes. “But the more we tried, the less she believed. I don’t know why, but I’m actually the last person she allows in, even if just temporarily. She hasn’t spoken to my sister in… I don’t even know how long.” Justin glanced up from the table and cleared his throat. “Anyway, then came the stage where she started flat-out imagining things, hearing things, to a point where she couldn’t continue living alone.”
“And your father? Didn’t he help?”
“They got a divorce a couple of years prior to that and he kind of didn’t want anything more to do with us. Me and my mom, that is. He did get custody for my sister, however, when things got worse with the sickness and Molly was still underage. Judging by what I know, he’s been a good father to her.”
Brian watched the fine line that had formed on Justin’s forehead and wondered what the hell he was doing asking all these questions. Shitty family situations? As if he needed to hear about those. Still, he kind of wanted to hear about Justin’s… well, everything. “So you went and focused on digital design work.”
Justin shifted in his seat and Brian didn’t know what to make of it. Was he fucking up?
“I’m sorry, Brian, I just…” Justin’s fingers played with the napkin.
“What, is this uncomfortable?”
“No, actually. It’s just… I feel like I’ve been giving away so much of myself, you know? You know so much about me already and-”
“That’s not true.” There was a lot more he’d like to know. He still didn’t know how Justin drank his coffee, for example.
“No, I mean, I have this whole mess of myself lying open in front of you, right? And I feel like there’s nothing really personal about you that I know, so this whole thing feels kind of lopsided.”
Brian thought about that. He didn’t want Justin to feel lopsided. “Alright. Let’s go then.” He turned to signal the waiter.
“Brian, what…? I thought…”
“I’m taking you somewhere,” Brian explained as he handed over his credit card. He was gonna do this before he thought better of it.
“Somewhere that’s not the movies?”
“Somewhere that’s not the movies.”
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“Dadadada!”
No, definitely not the movies. Kind of fictional anyway, Justin found.
“Brian! I thought you were going to pick him up on Saturday.”
“I am,” Brian explained, lifting the kid up in his arms. “I’m just stopping by for a quick visit.”
“Gus, meet Justin.”
Gus hid his face in Brian’s neck but held out his hand.
Justin cleared his head from the shock and smiled while shaking the little hand. “Nice to meet you, Gus.”
“Since when are you so shy?” Brian asked his son, who drew his hand back in and smushed his face harder into Brian’s neck.
“Um, Brian?” Lindsay stood there, looking helpless.
“Lindsay, this is Justin. I just wanted him to meet Gus.”
“Hi.” Justin waved while Lindsay stared.
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Back in the car, Brian tried to prepare himself for the questioning. Of course Justin would want to know how the hell he came to have a kid. Maybe revealing Gus wasn’t the best move, after all. Maybe he’d freaked him out.
When after two full minutes of driving (Brian checked back with the dashboard clock), Justin still hadn’t said anything, Brian didn’t know what to do. Or if he should even continue driving into the direction of the loft. “So…”
“Thank you,” was all Justin said. He reached over and took Brian’s hand in his.
Brian managed to drive the rest of the way without ever shifting gears.
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Justin had gotten two blowjobs in his life. And that was counted generously.
He remembered Julia from Introduction to Ancient Philosophy on her knees in front of him at that stupid frat party. How she held his dick in both hands and just licked at the tip a couple of times like he was some kind of lollipop. And a not particularly tasty one, judging by her face.
The class was pretty cool, though. Figures that it was the electives that were the most fun.
Oh, and April, that one time on the disgusting rug, of course. Though he doubted that giving his cock one lick and then randomly diving down once, complete with gagging, counted for full either.
All in all, Justin figured that it couldn’t possibly end in disappointment when Brian mumbled, “I’m gonna suck your dick.”
Justin almost came right then.
“Okay?” Brian’s voice was slightly muffled and Justin could feel his lips and breath against his stomach.
Brain feeling of mushy consistency, Justin barely managed a nod. He thought he should prepare in some way, but it was too late - Brian already started pressing his lips to Justin’s filling cock. It twitched helplessly while the warm mouth moved up and down its length, avoiding the tip, but instead moving down to suck at heavy balls. When Brian finally took Justin in his mouth, sliding down as far as possible, Justin was already gone. Two more up and downs, two flicks of tongue against the tip and Justin was coming into Brian’s mouth, shocked and grateful.
Brian was still sucking the last bit of come from his cock when Justin’s brain rattled into gear again.
Holy shit, he’d just been blown. Blown for real. By a guy.
He recognized the parting kisses to his stomach and felt the nervousness prickle through his body. Brian moved up to face level and Justin… Justin had to look away.
“Hey.”
Justin pressed his eyes closed in defiance. He had already let Brian fuck him once, so why was he freaking out over a blowjob? He just… he couldn’t look at Brian right now. Not after he’d-
“Justin.”
Holding his breath, he finally turned to look. He instantly forgot his embarrassment over the shiny red lips, the brown hair that stood in a deliciously tousled way. Did he do that? He didn’t remember. God, Brian was fucking perfect. Justin had to kiss him. He lifted his head a bit, licked at the flushed lips, tasting remnants of himself, but mostly tasting Brian’s perfection.
Soon Justin was moaning into Brian’s mouth again and pressing up, pressing closer. He let his hands wander up and down Brian’s back, brought Brian’s hips further down against him. He stopped when he felt Brian’s dick, hard and full, against his thigh.
Brian had gotten hard because of him, from sucking him. Justin felt dizzy at the thought.
It must have been that dizziness that caused him to reach down for Brian’s cock without thinking. Brian, surprise lightly breaking up his breathing, turned on his side a bit to give Justin room and let his forehead fall to Justin’s shoulder. Justin loved the feeling of Brian’s moans vibrating against his skin.
Justin wanted to give Brian as much pleasure as he’d received. He wanted to show him that he could. “Brian,” he said, squeezing the shaft.
“Yeah,” came the huff.
“I want to try… that.”
“What?” Brian mumbled into Justin’s shoulder.
Justin couldn’t say it. Instead, he rolled on top of Brian and quickly slid down his body. He kissed beside a pink nipple, on rippling abs, at his favorite expanse of skin below belly button, and was then staring at Brian’s dick.
“Justin,” Brian gasped, struggling to lift up a bit.
But Justin didn’t look up at him. He continued to stare. All he had to do was open his mouth and… fuck. He couldn’t.
Brian’s fingers curling around his hand brought Justin out of his frozen shock. “Come up here.”
“I- I’m sorry, I…”
“Shut up and come here,” Brian said again, tugging on Justin’s hand.
Embarrassment and a feeling of failure clouded Justin’s thinking and again he didn’t know where to look to avoid Brian’s eyes. But then Brian kissed him again, long and deep and not disappointed, and slowly, Justin relaxed.
Later, there was no room for embarrassment when he pulled and scratched, and asked Brian for more and deeper.
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Brian watched as Justin’s orgasm played out under him. The grunts and moans that were full of unexpected pleasure, the fluttering eyelids, the bowing of his body. He pressed impossibly deeper and enjoyed the rippling of the muscles surrounding his dick.
Justin was completely pure. Brian ceased all movement and just stared.
He made a decision then. He had to make Justin come again before he himself would let go. He needed to see Justin come again.
Beads of sweat had accumulated in the hollow of Justin’s throat and Brian bent down to lick them up. When he couldn’t tear himself away from Justin’s neck, he let his body drop down. He bit his lips and closed his eyes while Justin’s ass still pulsed weakly around him.
When Justin opened his eyes, Brian searched them and found nothing he didn’t like. Justin pressed two soft kisses to his neck, making Brian shiver. Justin smiled and did it again. When the lips remained in a spot, softly sucking at the skin, Brian groaned and felt a new flash of arousal shoot into him. He started to move again.
Justin gasped and stared at him, shocked, while Brian rocked his hips, slowly, not too deep. He bent down and sucked on Justin’s lower lip, diving behind it with his tongue. Hearing Justin’s low moan and feeling his hands move to his ass turned him on so much, he had to pick up his pace.
“Ah, fuck... wait!”
It was too early. Justin was still too sensitive, Brian knew it. But he wanted the pure need. He wanted Justin to feel the burn, the struggle of his body trying to gear up again. Brian wanted all of it to be for him, because of him. Justin made him greedy.
So he continued to nudge at Justin’s prostate and kissed and licked the hitched gasps from his mouth. His upper body was still pressed to Justin’s while his hips pressed into his ass. His own body was burning, hurting, with delaying the release, when losing himself in Justin was so close.
Only with great effort did he pull away, push his chest up, to grab between them. Justin’s cock was filling quickly, his balls felt smooth and heavy in Brian’s palm. Justin was ready again.
“No, please,” Justin moaned, his hand reaching up. “Come back down here.”
Something inside Brian snapped loose and he dropped down again, heavy and grateful. The friction was becoming blinding and Brian desperate in the way he rutted against Justin. Sliding his fingers into blond hair he kissed him, deep, essential and without anything to compare.
Justin held on and cried Brian’s name when he came.
Brian gave up, shuddered, and felt the sound etch into his brain.
[ Step 14 ]