“Oh God!” Justin cries out, biting his lower lip to stifle his moan. This was exactly what he needed: a hard and fast fuck. Keeping his eyes closed, Justin allows his senses to overtake him, accepting pain management in its finest moment. The pillows beneath him were carefully placed to position Justin exactly how Brian wanted, forcing Justin to relinquish control of his own movements and just take each delicious thrust from his husband. “Fuck….” Justin groans as Brian’s long and hard cock steadily slams into him, hitting his prostrate at every powerful thrust. “Mmmm,” Yes, this was exactly what he needed. Brian slows his speed suddenly and runs his fingertips down Justin’s smooth back. Leaning down, he kisses his lover’s glistening skin, listening to the soft whimpers and moans that his husband is disclosing. Curling the corners of his lips, Brian trails his tongue across his lover’s spine, enjoying the shivering reaction from Justin as well as his desperate moans for more. “Brian….” “Mmm?” Brian innocently asks as he continues to kiss and lick Justin’s cream-colored skin. “Harder…” Justin moans, trying to push up his hips. Brian steadies his lover’s moments with his hands, tightening his hold against Justin’s hips. “You want it hard…?” He asks huskily. “Yes…” Justin moans again. Pulling out slightly, Brian roughly slams back into Justin’s ass. “Fuck!” He gasps. “Like that, Sunshine?” Brian asks, repeating the gesture. Justin gasps again, his hands immediately flying forward against the headboard. “Harder,” he repeats between gritted teeth. With a smirk, Brian pulls completely out of Justin’s ass and slams back inside with full force, causing the headboard to slam hard against the wall. Crying out, Justin squeezes his eyes shut and his husband continues to mercilessly fuck every fiber of the blonde’s being. “Oh…God…. Fuck… Agh!” He can’t help but feel like a rag doll being pummeled in the ass by the greatest cock in the world. That image alone sends a smile to lips and he holds back from laughing aloud at the mental vision. Another slam from Brian’s dick pushes all coherent thoughts out of Justin’s mind however as he finds himself straddling between pleasure and pain: not caring what ever way he lands. Opening his mouth, only his raspy breath manages to come out between the strong thrusts. Bright lights dancing across his eyes, Justin rides each wave, forgetting about everything he wants to forget and focusing on the only thing that he could at this moment: feeling his husband fucking him senseless. The delicious friction of his rock, hard cock rubbing between the pillows and his stomach, along with the intense pounding at his prostate sends Justin reeling as his cums, sending Brian into his own orgasm. With a guttural, “Fuck!” Brian falls against Justin, his body vibrating against the shockwaves. Swallowing hard, Justin exhales slowly, his entire body feeling as if it were flying. He loved how he felt after great sex: it was better than any drug imaginable. He barely registers Brian’s lips on his shoulder and only slightly acknowledges his lover rolling off of him. Discarding the used condom, Brian closes his eyes as he focuses on calming his heart-rate. “Shit, Sunshine…” he begins, and then loses his train of thought. All he knew was that Justin had to be the ultimate fuck. Justin smiles softly, his features relaxed as he continues to swim in the warm feeling of post-fuck. With a hum, he speaks gently, “That was amazing.” Brian nods, reaching towards the night table to grab his cigarettes. “I needed that,” Justin murmurs, feeling himself starting to doze off. Brian watches his lover sleep beside him as he lights up. For the past three days Justin would go from ‘concerned-older-brother’ when Molly was around, to ‘fuck me now and fuck me hard’ when she wasn’t. Brian wasn’t complaining. He would never complain when it came to fucking Justin. But he was concerned. Brian’s concern was of course however, always brushed off by his husband… usually by means of a blow job. Justin was a man of many talents. Inhaling deeply, Brian continues to study his lover’s features. It always amazed him how young and innocent the blonde would look when sleeping. Shaking his head, he can’t help wonder if that innocent look would have still been in his eyes if none of this had ever happened… if Chris never took a bat at him, if he never fell for Ethan’s words, if his family was never murdered. Exhaling slowly, Brian wonders where Justin’s strength comes from. He can’t imagine anyone else overcoming all those odds the way Justin has. “You’re watching me,” Justin murmurs. His eyes are still closed. “You’re awake,” Brian comments: trying to hide his surprise. Justin smiles, “I can always tell when you’re watching me.” Rolling to his side, he awkwardly pushes the pillows out from under him, kicking them off the bed with one foot before yawning. “I was about to fall asleep… but then I felt you watching me,” he admits with his eyes still closed. “I was just thinking.” “Always a dangerous sign,” Justin hums, trying to stay awake, but feeling as if his eyelids were glued shut. “Brat.” “Jerk,” Justin replies with a soft smile. Leaning close, Brian kisses the tip of Justin’s nose, whispering, “And here I was: about to give you a wonderful compliment…” “Oh yeah?” Justin asks, trying to open his eyes. Brian lightly kisses his husband’s lips. “Yeah.” “What is it?” Letting his cigarette rest in the ashtray, Brian tenderly combs Justin’s hair through his fingers, knowing that his movements were definitely sending Justin towards a deep slumber. “I was going to tell you how strong you are.” “Strong?” Justin asks, giving up trying to open his eyes. “And brave.” “How come?” Justin asks mid-yawn. “I don’t think anyone could be doing what you’re doing right now, Justin,” Brian states honestly. “Hiding? I don’t think you looked very well.” “No. Not hiding, Justin,” Brian begins, kissing his forehead, “You’ve gone through a lot of shit. I’m really impressed at how you’ve dealt with it. Not many people could have gone on with their lives the way you have. I don’t think I could have.” “Liar.” “I don’t lie, Sunshine.” “You’re right: sorry,” “Sorry’s bullshit.” “You’re right again: I’m not sorry.” Justin replies with a grin. Brian chuckles softly, leaning down and kissing Justin’s mouth once again. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for, Justin.” “Mmm,” Justin sighs, “Okay.” “Justin?” Justin’s steady breathing is his only response. Smiling, he softly kisses his husband again before whispering, “Good night, Sunshine.”