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Justin’s mouth opened, trying to grasp for breath, but he only found Brian’s mouth pressed to his. His eyes were closed, they'd been closed since Brian and he entered the elevator and pushed the button for the Pent House apartment. Hands fondled skin, clothing, tugging at the soft fabric of each other's clothes. They were touching. Grabbing at each other, eager for hands to touch skin, lips to touch lips, a neck, anything. Brian's fist had slammed against the PH button. A nonstop ride to the eleventh floor apartment. The moment the doors shut with a ding, Justin was being pushed against the wall of the elevator, a tongue invading his mouth. 

Brian's hands were tugging Justin's shirt, but Justin managed to break the kiss, to breathe. His head dropped and he watched, with blurry vision, as Brian was tugging the shirt out of his pants. He watched his fingers work at the button of his pants, tugging at them impatiently. He managed a laugh before Brian's mouth was on his again, taking his breath away with a mind-blowing kiss. Justin's head pressed against the wall of the elevator. Somewhere outside of himself he heard a ding, then another one. They were getting closer to his apartment. He couldn't wait. It wasn't going fast enough. 

He pressed his hands against Brian's chest, fingers spreading through the thin fabric of his tee-shirt. Wasn't he wearing a jacket earlier? The thought was there and gone in an instant. Another ding, the elevator shook slightly as it came to a stop. Only then did Brian pull his face away from Justin's, but one hand was still around his waist, fingers pressing between the fabric of Justin's pants and his skin, tugging him by the waistband out of the elevator and into the apartment. 

Justin staggered as he tried to keep up with Brian's quick pace to get out of the elevator and into the private accommodations all in a matter of seconds. He nearly tripped on the rug as he walked into the common room of the apartment, but Brian's hands were at his waist, holding him upright. 

Justin's words were cut off by Brian’s tongue sneaking itself along his lips, sliding into his mouth. Brian moaned against his mouth, pulling away slowly. "C'mon, Bri, just fuck me already." He was whining. Brian liked when he started to whine. Whining led to begging and begging led to very, very good things. 

"I plan too," he grinned. His eyes were twinkling. Justin wasn't sure if it was the mischievousness that lurked behind his eyes, the ideas turning in his brain - or simply the dull lighting of the apartment. Had they even bothered to turn lights on? Why was it so dark in here? Justin's head turned to look around the room, but he was brought roughly to the vision in front of him as Brian wrapped his hands around his waist, fingers scratching through the fabric to his skin. Brian simply grinned as he leaned his head towards Justin's; his lips brushed over his jaw, before letting his tongue run along his neck, small swirls of the tongue, then gently sucking of the lips, and slightly harder biting with his teeth. Before Justin knew what was happening, he was moving forward. His feet were moving without direction. Vaguely, he knew that Brian was leading him towards the bedroom. Justin's eyes stayed closed. He felt the bed against his knees. His body was falling slowly. The soft mattress and down comforter collided with his back, letting him sink into the softness. He moaned softly, letting his eyes open. Brian was straddling his lap, nearly sitting on his stomach; his fingers playing over Justin's bare chest, flicking gently against his nipples as his tongue slid down his clavicle, making little swirls in its path. 

Brian lifted his arms from their attack on Justin's chest only long enough for the shirt to come off. He grinned as he looked down at his lover. His eyes sparkled and he leaned down, his lips pressing against Justin's in a rough, hard kiss. A sex kiss. Hips ground against hips. Justin moaned at the feel of Brian's hidden erection against his stomach. His hands slid down his back, fingers dancing around the waistband of his pants, sliding over the front, teasing Brian groaned, pushing against Justin's hands for a moment before his own hands pulled his away from his body, holding them above his head. 

"I don't remember telling you that you could touch me." 

Justin opened his eyes, staring in almost disbelief as he watched Brian gaze down at him. He didn't know what to say, so he conceded with a pout. Brian kissed him, while making quick work of his hands above Justin's head. Justin's eyes opened when he felt the cool metal against his wrists and heard the soft click of a lock. He stared at Brian, who was grinning down at him. 

"You belong to me tonight." 

Justin made a soft whimpering noise in protest when Brian climbed off of him, letting his hands trail down his stomach, over the obvious bulge in his pants and down his legs before moving from the bed for a moment, examining his detained lover. 

"You look so fuckin' hot like that." He grinned before leaning forward, and with a tug, pulled down Justin’s pants. He had managed to undo the button and zipper during the previous make-out session. Justin's eyes were locked on his as the brown-eyed man leaned over, fingers tucking into the boxer briefs and pulling them down with a sharp yank of his hand. Brian grinned, letting his eyes fall over the large cock in his face. "Fuckin' fantastic." He let his eyes stay fixated on Justin's as he leaned down a little, his tongue running over the tip of his dick. Justin's body shuddered at the contact, his eyes closed, head falling back. 

Brian's hand gripped at the base of Justin's cock, tugging at it gently, causing a moan to erupt from his lips. Brian grinned, letting his lips suction around the base of his hard-on, sucking gently before sliding his tongue along it, swallowing Justin. 

Sooner than Justin would have liked, he felt the tension be released from his cock as Brian moved away. Another whimper as he raised his head to stare at Brian with wide, unbelieving eyes. "What the fuck is that?" he groaned. 

Brian just grinned, reaching over the bed to the nightstand. He slid the drawer open, his hand disappearing inside, for only a second before coming back out with a small tube. He grinned and looked to Justin as he straddled the boy’s naked legs. At some point Brian had shed his own pants. Justin stared at him, desire and want in his eyes. 

"I told you. You're mine tonight." A wicked grin as he spread the lube against his fingers. A smirk as he leaned forward, his lips pressing against Justin's as his fingers pressed into his lover. 

Justin groaned, his hips pushing up against Brian's hands, hips wiggling, to urge his finger farther into his body. Brian just grinned as he watched his lover squirm on the bed, pulling at the handcuffs, pushing at his hand. One of Brian’s hands helped Justin's hips down, not too roughly, but with enough pressure to make him stay put. His fingers trailed over the skin of his hip bone, slowly tracing small designs against his thigh. He kept his eyes on Justin's face, watching him intently as he slid another finger in, moving tantalizingly slow. Soft whimpers escaped Justin's lips, a form of begging. Brian knew those murmurs well. A soft moan of satisfaction escaped from his own lips. "God, you're fucking hot." He let his fingers trail in circles until they were gently teasing against Justin's balls, moving upward slowly to wrap his forefinger and thumb around the base of his cock, tugging gently. The movement caused Justin's hips to thrust upward, a slur of obscenities slipping through his lips. Brian just grinned, happily, as he leaned forward, both his hands still working at him slowly, teasing. His eyes closed, and his lips pressed against Justin's stomach, leaving a soft trail of kisses and licks in his wake down his favorite trail. 

Justin pulled at the handcuffs, knowing full well that there would be welts and bruise marks across his wrists tomorrow. He didn't mind though, he actually liked that idea. But the leather cuffs were always good for keeping a secret like that hidden. "Fuckin' hell, Brian!" A grunt replaced words. 

Justin could feel Brian grinning against his stomach, his lips pressing at his pelvic bones. The blonde squirmed as he felt his practiced tongue run over the curve of the bone. His body jolted involuntarily as Brian's experienced fingers grazed over his prostate, a small moan coming from Justin’s lips, followed by a quiet plead. 

Brian lifted his head slightly, leaving one last small kiss on Justin's pelvic, ever so close to teasing the man's balls with his tongue. "What was that? I didn't quite hear you." 

Justin's eyes opened as he stared at his lover. His eyes were on fire - passion, impatience - all the things that Brian loved to see lurking behind the blue depths. His gaze was enough to make Brian melt and submit to any request Justin might have let slip from his lips. Almost, though. He fixated his stare on Justin, fingers working inside of him, fingers working around the base of his dick. 

"Fuck me, ah, already." 

Brian could have sworn Justin added a growl to the end of the request. His lips turned to a smooth, sleek smile. Slowly his fingers moved completely out of Justin, letting the soft whimper seep into his skin before he repositioned himself over the man, hips against hips. One hand stayed around Justin’s cock, stroking gently, the other around his own. Two simple strokes, just because he felt the need to touch himself, even though he knew it wasn't necessary. Then, with careful movements, he positioned his cock against Justin's ass, sliding it up and down slowly. Teasingly. Justin groaned, bucking slightly against his bonds and Brian's dick. 

"Fuckin' hell, Brian! Goddamn cock tease!" 

The words made Brian chuckle, just softly before he moved his hips, almost without warning torpedoing into Justin. Justin's mouth opened, a pleasure-filled scream filling the room. Instantly his hips were bucking against him; hips moving in perfect rhythm with each other. Practiced beauty, that's exactly what it was. It didn't take long for Justin to practically stop moving all together, save the involuntary shudders that racked through his body. Brian knew exactly what to do to make Justin submit to his every will. He was in control tonight, he made that blatantly obvious in the elevator, but now he was showing just how much control he had. His whole hand tightened around Justin's fingers, grasping just tight enough to mix the smallest amount of pain into pleasure before he began tugging up and down - slowly at first, keeping with the rhythm of his dick moving in and out of Justin. 

A slew of obscenities start to flow from each of their lips, mixing with the smell of sex and the passion that lay thick in the room Brian's hips and hand moved faster. His free hand was gripped around Justin's waist, fingers pressing roughly into the pale skin. Justin didn't seem to mind though, even if there were going to be bruise marks the next day. 

Brian felt the familiar warm liquid squirt against his chest and thighs. He couldn't help but grin, leaning down against Justin, smearing his lover with his own cum. A few more hard thrusts and Brian was practically biting Justin's tongue at the same time he was sucking as he came. 

Justin held the kiss for a long moment before Brian finally pulled away, a panting breath to get air into his lungs. "Fuck," he murmured. Justin opened his eyes, staring into the dilated brown orbs of Brian's. A matching grin spread on both their lips.

"Jesus, Justin. Do you see what the fuck you do to me?" 

Nodding, Justin leaned up, as much as he could, and kissed Brian. A soft, passionate kiss. He let his head fall back against the pillows, tugging on the handcuffs. "Get me outta these so I can clean you up." 

Brian just smirked, leaning down and nuzzling his face against Justin's neck, kissing gently. A quiet click and Justin felt the pressure released from his wrists. He grinned, pushing Brian back slowly so that he was laying on his back, crawling over him. 

"About fucking time." 

Justin ran his lips in a soft dragging pattern down Brian's chest, his tongue sliding out, licking his way over his stomach, causing the muscles to tense slightly. Brian ran his hands gently through his tousled hair, letting his head fall back as Justin continued to lick, suck and kiss Brian’s upper body clean. He was in such heavenly bliss; having this young, hot, sixteen year- old boy around to fuck. Neither of them, seemed to notice the condoms that lay on the nightstand, unopened and unused.