Having to take the stairs two at a time due to my speeding lover, we made our way to the loft. It wasn’t fair that he was a good 10 inches taller than me and his legs were longer. I was thrown against the door at the top, his lips crashing onto mine, devouring me whole. I let a groan escape my lips as I returned the kiss with just as much hunger. Then he opened the door. The one I was leaning against. And with a thud I hit the floor, “Oww…” I whined allowing him to pick me up and kiss me again, his hand slipping down the back of my pants and rubbing my bruised bubble butt gently, a finger dipping in the crack. “Shiiiit Bri…” I moan, grinding against him as my lips latch on his neck, bringing the blood to surface. Ha, I made Brian Kinney moan. He backs me up towards the bedroom, tightening his grip as I almost fall up the steps. I think Brian’s realised I can go to a festival with bite marks, bruises and love bites…but no broken limbs. My back hit’s the bed, causing me to bounce slightly as I prop myself up on my elbows to meet his lips as he crawls over to me. Fingers slip under my shirt, teasing it up over my head as Brian spots my nipple, “You got it redone…” he says, slight awe in his voice as I nod. “Go on, lick it” I’m having déjà vu of the last time I said that only, this time, it’s Brian, not Kip and I’m actually going to get fucked. My pants are pulled down over my hips, leaving my in the black tighty whiteys. His fingers run through my hair causing me to purr in content, “Your hairs hot”, his voice breaths in my ear before he traces the seashell outline with his tongue., his hand pawing at my hard-on through the cotton underwear. “Urgh Bri, fuck me!” He removes his pants and underwear and I have to lick my lips at the sight before me. I’m pushed back into a lying position as he lubes up his fingers, pushing one into me. I quite happily start to fuck myself on it when ‘I’m so Excited’ screeches through the loft. “What…the…fuck?” I mumble, looking about as Brian drops his head onto my shoulder, mumbling something as he slides his fingers out. Confused, I crawl across the floor to my messenger bag, where the source of the noise seems to be hidden. Pulling out my cell, I answer, “Hello? Oh hey Daph. Yeah sure, see ya”. I turn about to my still hard lover. “Daphne’s coming over…” He slaps his forehead and stalks into the bathroom as I stand there snickering.