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He moves his mouth from the column of my throat to my mouth, kissing me once, twice, with just lips. I attempt to open his mouth with my tongue, but his lips aren't moving. He backs away, a devilish grin on his face. I know that look. Fuck.
"Brian," I groan out. He can't be doing this. Not tonight. We've been at Babylon for three hours basically humping on the dance floor. We're finally home, and he wants to play? Fuck.
His tongue slowly makes it way back down to my leaking cock, but, just as he's about to make contact, he moves back up. "Brian." It's a moan and a whimper and a plead all rolled into one. He's hovering over me now and I can feel his body heat vibrating off of mine, creating a raw sexual energy that's going to make my dick fucking burst if he doesn't just suck me fuck rim me ram me. Right. Fucking. Now.
"What, Justin? Tell me what you want."
His face is above mine. His eyes are dark with lust and if I couldn't feel his dick against my inner thigh, I'd be able to tell he was hard just from looking at him. His body has a completely different way of maneuvering when he's hard. His eyes get darker, his gaze more intense. His hands feel different when they roam over my skin. A sexual charge rests in them that I would shiver at if I weren't so busy whimpering for him to just touch me.
"Justin," he moves to rest more on his forearms, so that our bodies are just barely touching, and I'm already tired of this. "Tell me exactly what you want."
I lift my head in an attempt to kiss him, to try and let him know that I don't want to play this game tonight. But he moves his head back away from mine so that my lips can't reach.
"Tell me, or I won't do anything to you."
I sigh, a loud exhale of breath that causes the hair on the top of his head to move a bit. I rest my head back against the pillow, deciding to just play along, only because when he gets like this, I know he really means it. I figured that out the hard way one night when he left me to go back to Babylon to "find an ass that doesn't come with complaints."
"Justin," he lowers his head to mine an inch, his breath hitting my lips, making them part instantly, hoping that he'll stick his tongue in it. "Tell me." He places his lips against mine and I try to grab his head so I can kiss him fully, but he bats my hand away from his head.
"Okay, Brian. I want you to suck me. Give me the best blow job of my life. And then fuck me. I want you to fuck me like you haven't seen me in a year. What would you do, Brian? If you hadn't seen me in over a year, hadn't been able to suck me or fuck me? If I hadn't given you a blow job in twelve months? Fuck me exactly like that."
"Okay."
His eyes get darker then, and he lowers his body to mine completely and my legs instinctively go up to wrap around his waist. He attacks my mouth, bathing it with his tongue. He fucks me like we haven't seen each other in a year, our bodies pressed closely together, his lips near my neck, the breaths from his moans hitting my skin, causing my dick to grow harder.
We come, his arms under me on the bed, wrapped around me like he hasn't seen me in a year.
Maybe this game isn't so bad.
