right kind of mood

Yawning, Justin leans back against the pillows on the bed, chuckling as he watches Brian nearly trip on his crutches that he had left lying on the floor. “Careful.” Brian stares at him, incredulous, “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” Grinning, Justin shrugs and points to the remote, “Can you get me that for me?” Brian leans against the wall, “I’d much rather watch you crawl to it,” he states with a suggestive wink and smile. Justin laughs, “Trust me, I’m not very graceful in this thing,” he confesses, pointing to his cast. It took him too much energy to get dressed that morning and make his way to the elevator and through the lobby with his damn crutches… frankly, Justin just wanted to do nothing else but lay down for the rest of the day. Still smiling, Brian straightens up and takes the remote. However, instead of handing it to him, he sets it aside on the table. Justin smirks. “I hope you’re planning on entertaining me then.” Brian’s grin widens, “Sure.” Chuckling, Justin shakes his head, “My sister is right next door, and for once she’s actually awake.” Brian pauses, then turns on the television, rising the volume just enough to be slightly bothersome. “That’s better.” Justin scoffs, “Yeah, just what I want: to get off while watching Calliou. Change the fuckin’ channel, Brian.” Turning around to the screen, Brian frowns, “What the fuck?” And quickly changes it to the news. “Aw that’s better. We can always get off on world poverty and destruction.” Justin laughs, “That’s so wrong, even for you.” “Even for me?” Brian asks, climbing onto the bed, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He playfully licks Justin’s nose. “Hey!” Justin calls out, wiping his nose with his sleeve. “Asshole,” he counters with a smile. Brian smiles back, straddling above his lover while being careful not to put too much weight on him. “Is this okay?” He asks, meaning about Justin’s cast. “It’s more than okay,” Justin answers with a smile. “Good, because I do plan on fucking you this morning,” Brian replies in all seriousness. “It would have been expected,” Justin acknowledges in the same mocked tone. Sitting up, Brian pulls off his shirt before getting off the bed to remove his pants. He stops, looking at Justin spread out on the bed, not even bothering to undress himself. “I might get used to you lying here helpless, Sunshine.” “Shut up and strip me, Brian.” “Tsk tsk tsk,” Brian teases, “You might just have to watch me cum…” he begins to jerk himself off. Narrowing his eyes, Justin warns, “Trust me: that wouldn’t be wise.” Still smiling, Brian straddles Justin once again, continuing to jerk himself off. Biting his lip, Justin wavers, “Brian…” his eyes glued to Brian’s cock being expertly pumped, immediately making Justin hard. “Brian…” Reaching out, he stops Brian’s hand and smiles sweetly, “You won’t even let me have a little taste?” Brian gives a sly grin, “Nope.” Pouting, Justin tries again, “A little taste?” He slowly begins to stroke Brian’s cock in his hand, “I want to taste you, Brian… I love how you taste…. In my mouth, on my tongue… down my throat…” Deciding that Justin is just too persuasive, Brian concedes with a smile, lifting himself up with the headboard before lowering his cock into Justin’s mouth. “Mmmm,” Justin moans, sucking Brian’s cock. “Mmm, better than a milkshake,” Justin comments with a smile before continuing his oral pursuit. Brian isn’t sure whether to laugh or not; but once Justin starts flicking his tongue across his tip, all thoughts and reasons immediately disappear into a hot haze. Brian pumps hard into Justin’s mouth, groaning when he hits the back of his lover’s throat. “Fuck yeah… oh yesssss…. Fuck…..” Brian knows he’s said it before, but he would say it again: Justin was born to give head. And with that, Brian cums with a deep growl. He stays inside of Justin’s mouth for several seconds, catching his breath. Slowly moving back, he rolls onto the bed, “Shit, Justin… your mouth is fuckin’… yeah.” Justin laughs, “That good?” Closing his eyes, Brian nods and lets out a relaxed sigh. Yeah. Life was good. “Planning to take a nap?” Justin teases. Opening his eyes, Brian asks, “Why?” “Oh, I don’t know… looks like I wore you out, old man.” Brian scoffs, leaning up on his elbows, “Old man, huh?” With a twinkle in his eyes, Justin nods, “Are you going to prove me wrong?” “Hmpf!” Brian teases, “If that abomination wasn’t on your leg, you’d be over my knee right now, brat.” Justin grins, “I hope that’s a promise for things to come.” Brian smiles back, leaning in and kissing Justin’s mouth. “Oh yeah, that’s a promise.” Pulling back, he practically rips off Justin’s shirt before carefully pulling down his khakis, immediately noting that Justin wasn’t wearing any underwear, “What a good boy,” he praises softly. Justin chuckles, “I can be a very good boy.” Lightly tracing his tongue along the crack of Justin’s ass, Brian reaches around and grabs his lover’s cock. “I’m going to fuck you so hard…” Whimpering, Justin pushes his hips back against Brian’s mouth. He was so hard it hurt. Moaning softly, he sighs once he feels Brian’s tongue probe his tight hole, pressing past his pucker and gently fucking in and out of his ass. “More…” he whispers, moaning when Brian’s tongue is replaced by a finger, and then a second. “Oh God…” “You like that?” “Yeah…” Justin groans… “More…” “Tell me,” Brian commands, sliding up behind Justin’s back and lightly biting his shoulder. On his side, Justin pushes himself deeper against Brian’s fingers, “Fuck me, Brian… fuck me hard… break me… fuck me… please…” he starts to whimper again, the desperation taking over. He needed release and he needed it now. Justin barely registered the sound of the wrapper tearing open before being impaled by Brian’s sheathed cock. “Fuck!” Brian holds himself deep inside Justin’s ass, waiting for his lover to adjust from the intrusion. “Mmmm,” Justin signals, riding back. He wanted it hard, but being on his side, he wasn’t sure if that could be accomplished. Brian of course, always had a way. Grabbing hold of Justin’s hips, Brian falls onto his back, bringing Justin on top of him, his cock still deep inside Justin’s hole. Slowly, Brian sits up, guiding Justin upward as well until Justin is sitting up, slightly slanted backwards, his head resting against a mountain of pillows that Brian seemed to have created within seconds against his shoulder for Justin’s head to rest on. Before Justin’s mind could transmit his new position, Brian immediately pulls Justin off his cock before slamming his lover back down. “Ah!” Justin gasps, then moans as Brian repeats the actions again and again. Supporting his weight on his good leg, Justin angles himself enough to push back. Groaning and moaning as Brian’s strong arms roughly haul him up and back down onto his throbbing dick. “Oh fuck…Brian… Brian…” Justin slams his head back, his body nearly convulsing as his orgasm takes over. Brian cums along with him: pressing Justin’s ass hard against him before finally relaxing his grip. Justin slowly opens his eyes, staring at the lights dancing across his vision. “Wow.” Brian smiles smugly, slowly sliding out of him and removing the condom. Rolling off, Justin watches Brian leave to discard the used condom. Once he returns, Justin smiles, “That was hot.” Lying down beside him, Brian grazes his fingers against Justin’s reddened hips. “You’re going to have bruises.” “I don’t mind,” Justin answers honestly, still smiling. “Nothing wrong a few souvenirs.” Brian chuckles and closes his eyes. Soon he can hear Justin’s breathing deepen and he knows he’s asleep. Sitting up, he check his phone, hoping that when Carl calls, Justin would still be asleep.