A London Sumting

Brian slowly wakes up to the delicious feeling of Justin’s lips against his stomach. “Mmm,” he breathes, opening his eyes. Justin continues his oral journey across Brian’s tantalizing body, licking along his frame and nibbling against his firm abs. Ignoring Brian’s cock for the moment, he lingers against the inner thighs, lifting one of Brian’s legs and letting it rest against Justin’s shoulders before continuing his mouth-filling adventure. Brian smiles softly, closing his eyes again as he focuses on Justin’s talented tongue. The kid had an incredible mouth. Justin inhales Brian’s scent, lightly tracing his tongue along the coronal ridge until it meets his ass. Grinning hungrily, Justin licks slowly, enjoying the soft moans coming out of his lover’s mouth. Delving deeper through the walls, Justin dips his tongue farther inside and immediately feels Brian’s hands sliding against the bed sheets in search for contact. Reaching out, Justin grabs one of Brian’s hands, gently rubbing the skin with his thumb. “Justin….” Brian exhales, pushing his hips down in a silent plea for more. With his free hand, Justin grabs a condom and sheathes it over his own cock before sitting up. Leaning forward, he kisses Brian’s mouth softly and the older man quickly lifts his legs over Justin’s shoulders. He needed this. He needed to feel Justin’s cock deep inside of him. Slowly, Justin slides inside, pausing for Brian to adjust. Brian takes a deep breath, it has been awhile. Smiling softly, Justin cups Brian’s cheek against his palm, “Relax,” he says slowly. Brian raises one of his brows and is about to say something satirical, when Justin gently pushes a bit deeper inside of him. Moaning, Brian arches his head back. “You’re always so tight,” Justin murmurs softly, sliding even deeper until his covered cock is fully enveloped inside of Brian’s ass. The two lovers remain still for several minutes; deep in thought and heavy with breathing. Sliding out, Justin drives back in at a set pace, watching Brian’s ever changing and delicious expressions on his face, while listening to the tantalizing sounds that were traveling out of his mouth from each thrust. “I love you,” Justin announces quietly, leaning down to steal a soft kiss. Brian closes his eyes and meets each thrust with small moans and mews. Every nerve in his body was seemingly floating in mid-air. Without his own hand, Brian splashes his cum across Justin’s bare chest. Justin cums immediately afterwards, his head rolling back and his eyes closed tightly. Brian can’t help but stare at the pure wanton satisfaction on his lover’s face. Falling against him, Justin kisses his shoulder, “Mmmm, that was great….” He closes his eyes, deciding whether or not to fall asleep. Taking a deep breath, Justin slowly sits up and smiles at Brian, “I’m going to take this off.” Getting out of bed, he slowly walks to the bathroom to discard the condom and clean himself off with a warm towel. He returns to the bedroom to wipe Brian off as well. Tilting his head to one side, Justin asks with a grin, “Did I wear you out?” Opening his eyes, Brian counters, “Almost. But not quite.” Still grinning, Justin kneels on the bed, “Well, you can prove that to me later then, hot shot.” “Hot shot?” Brian asks with a chuckle. “Okay, no more movies for you.” Getting up, Justin returns to the bathroom and tosses the towel in the sink. “What time is Carl coming back?” “Five or six. I figure we can go down to his room around seven and get everything over with.” Brian calls out, stretching on the bed before sitting up. “Justin?” Justin remains standing in the bathroom, deep in thought. He didn’t want to talk to Carl. It wasn’t as if he didn’t trust him, but what if someone got hold of the information? Sighing, he decides he needs to talk to Molly before they meet with Carl. They needed to decide what exactly they should tell and what should be left out. “You okay?” Brian asks, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. Looking at Brian’s reflection in the mirror, he nods. Smiling softly, he takes a step forward. “Do you want to talk about it before talking to Carl?” Justin shrugs, he wasn’t in the talking mood. Biting his lip, he wonders if Molly was already awake. Brian stands behind Justin, kissing the nape of his neck. “We can talk if you want.” Justin smirks, “I thought you weren’t in the talking mood?” He shrugs, “I can multi-task,” and runs his hands down Justin’s bare arms. Exhaling, Justin leans back against Brian. Talking was over-rated. Closing his eyes, he focuses on Brian’s mouth against his body, sliding down his spine, hands massaging his ass and a firm tongue pressed sweetly against his willing hole. Leaning forward against the cool counter, Justin relaxes against Brian’s tongue. He decides that missing lube was not that important as long as Brian’s tongue was around. His eyes follow Brian’s hand as it snakes around the sink: long fingers searching until they finally reach the condom that Brian had brought in and left at the corner of the counter by the door. The familiar sound of the condom wrapper ripping fills Justin with delight as he wiggles his ass closer to Brian. Lightly spanking Justin’s ass, Brian teases, “Patience,” and sheathes the rubber over his cock. “Fuck patience,” Justin sighs, wiggling his ass a second time. “I’d rather fuck you,” Brian admits, holding Justin’s hips in place as he gradually slides his cock deep inside of his favorite spot. “Oooooh…” Justin moans, closing his eyes and reaching forward to grab hold of the faucet. “Fuck me hard, Brian… fuck me hard….” Sliding almost completely out, Brian slams back in and repeats the process at a quicker and rougher pace each time. “Like that? You want it like that?” “God, yeeesssss…. Oh fuck… fuck….” Justin whimpers, his fingers sliding off the faucet. Hands pressed hard against the mirror, Justin forces himself to look up at their reflection. He trains his eyes on Brian and nearly cums from the sight. Brian drives into Justin forcefully, pressing his fingertips deep against Justin’s pale skin. He stares straight into Justin’s eyes and almost smirks. “Like what you see? You like watching me fuck you? Fucking your tight_hot_ass? You look so fuckin’ hot when I’m fuckin’ you…” Justin can only moan in rapture. Sliding one hand down, he snakes his fingers around his cock. One..two…he cums while crying out Brian’s name. Brian follows suit, cumming with a moan that sounds straight out of an award-winning porno. Spent, the two don’t move for several minutes until finally Brian pulls out to discard the condom. Standing up, Justin holds the counter for support. He takes a deep breath, watching Brian’s reflection through the mirror. Brian, noticing he’s being watched, smiles and takes Justin’s hand, guiding him back to the bedroom.