Justin leaned down on Darry and kissed him, entwining their fingers as he pressed Darry's palms to the mattress. His knees rested against the mattress as he pressed his waist against Darry's. The particular angle his knees were making was painful and it made him shift at inconsistent intervals. His knee would be tricky to manage.

Justin's jaw moved against Darry's mouth and his tongue eased into Darry's mouth. He started, gasping as Darry's hands gripped his thighs. Darry would've questioned the sudden tension in Justin's frame if his hands hadn't moved to Darry's shoulders as he gasped, smiling and kissing Darry's forehead. Justin liked the gentleness that still implied intimate passion and possession.

Darry smiled and put an arm around Justin's neck, pulling him back to kissing range. Justin's knee straightened as he leaned forward and rested his hands on either side of Darry's head. Darry's free hand ran down Justin's back along well-known and favored paths as the other remained wrapped around Justin's neck.

There were less words exchanged because they both understood sentiments and emotions relayed in touch and caress. Justin shuddered at the depth expressed in touch and caress alike as Darry kissed him, his fingers entwined tightly in Justin's hair as his other hand slid higher on his legs, his entire palm dragging up until his hand rested against Justin's thigh. He pressed Justin's waist against his own and exhaled at the desired pressure. Justin kissed Darry's jaw as he sank lower against the strong frame under him, wondering if that translated that he wanted Darry to do that again. Darry did that again and arched up, capturing Justin's mouth. He would've rolled on top of Justin if Justin hadn't sat back up with his knees at that painful angle. Darry understood.

Little Darry understood when Justin's hands traced the contours of his stomach muscles down to his waist. Darry's hands rested on Justin's thighs again, hoping to ease the pressure on Justin's knees. Justin's hands traced back up Darry's stomach and rested on his shoulders. He leaned down and kissed Darry's throat, transferring intense heat from Darry's Adams apple to his collarbone before lifting his mouth as Darry whimpered. Justin kissed his chest and moved to other tenuous spots. His fingers traced Darry's ribs as his mouth entertained one of Darry's nipple and then the other. He abruptly took his mouth away and listened to Darry's gasp. He placed a hot kiss above Darry's collarbone and knew the powerful swell of passion he'd caused.

Justin hands finally draped lower on Darry's frame. His fingers were painfully slow in lowering and he toyed with the waistband of Darry's boxers. He slid them off and ran his hands down Darry's thighs, not drawing any closer to his rapidly hardening erection. Darry was breathing heavy and almost out of patience. Justin smiled and ran his thin fingers over Darry's hipbone before proceeding to the base of his erection. Darry responded immediately to the slight touch and Justin increased the motion of his fingers up and down his length as Darry groaned.

"Justin." Darry's words ended in a muted moan. Justin nuzzled low on Darry's tight stomach, kissing the defined lines of his muscles. "Justin." Darry looked liked he wanted to articulate something so Justin focused his attention on Darry's face, smiling.

"What is it?"

"Touch me." Darry's emphasis on the word "me" implied what part of him wanted the touching and his flush and writhing were evidence of the need. He arched into Justin's hand and his eyes pleaded. Justin entwined their fingers again and Darry blinked. He understood.

Darry's hand guided Justin's along his chest for the last, languid and lusty trail to some relief. Darry's hand overlapped Justin's as he guided Justin's thin fingers to his erection. Darry reached for Justin's other hand and he guided it to where he wanted it. He was leaning forward and Justin kissed his lips lightly, flushing. Darry wasn't the only one who found the situation pleasing.

Darry's hands remained overlapping Justin's on his erection for a moment while he tried to draw some air into his lungs without panting like an animal in heat. Justin's hands trembled against him and made his skin tingle. Justin looked nervous.

"You said you wanted me to touch you." Justin said, blinking uncertainly at Darry.

"I meant it." Justin blinked.

"Show me how you want me to touch you. Just for future reference." Justin said. He leaned forward, sliding his hands from Darry's and kissing him. He pushed Darry against the headboard and Darry sighed. He was more comfortable and his breathing calmed although his erection hadn't. Darry took Justin's hands and replaced them under his.

Darry moaned as Justin's hands and fingers slid over his erection under his own. Justin had never seen Darry quite so afraid of loosing control. He liked it. This kind of touching, although low on the sexual encounter scale, was intimate and sheltered a closeness and face-to-face contact that Justin liked. It was always good to vary things anyway especially since the last time they'd had sex it'd been a nightmare for him. This was what Justin needed from Darry before anything else was reestablished. (Anything else meaning sex that would require a stable knee on Justin's part.)

Darry moaned and arched into Justin's frame as they were pressed close against the headboard. He was driven to further ecstasy when Justin's frame didn't give against his and his chest arched against Justin's shoulders. Justin's hands kept moving despite the lack of motion from Darry's, which now clung to Justin in the grip of passion and possession. Darry climaxed and started when Justin's hands left his completed erection and came around him, kissing him and pressing him to the headboard. Darry would've assumed Justin would've wanted to wash his hands or something. He never really pictured Justin as the down and dirty type but it wasn't dirty necessarily. He didn't see Justin giving him head and swallowing though.

Justin was still panting as Darry deflated and came to his senses. He realized Justin had given him the best hand job he'd even had and it was still a very sexual, sensual occurrence. His semen was a bit of mess and Justin chuckled.

"I won't be offering clean up services."

Darry pulled Justin on top of him, still boxer clad although the boxers weren't boasting a shapeless front any longer. Darry kissed Justin's forehead. Justin smirked before he spoke.

"Awful platonic for someone who just got a hand job."

Darry rolled on top of Justin, careful of not resting any weight on his frame and smiled down at him. Aroused and a bit vulnerable, but still making comments that would make a monk laugh or scowl at the general lasciviousness involved. Darry leaned down to kiss him and Justin wound his wiry arms around Darry's neck. When Darry pulled away, he took Justin with him and Justin kissed his throat as Darry rolled his eyes. Justin rested his shoulders against the headboard and gave Darry a very inquisitive look.

"What?"

"You're acting very un-platonic for me to still be wearing my underwear." Darry laughed out loud and made a sudden motion for Justin's shoulder, causing him to bounce against the headboard with Darry pressing against him as Darry bit Justin's shoulder where it met his neck. Justin hissed and wriggled under him while restraining what sounded like giggles and wrapping his arms around Darry's broad back. "What is with all the foreplay? I didn't think you were a biter."

"I try to change it up and you have nice skin." Darry muttered before nipping Justin's neck.

"Don't give me a hickey." Justin warned as he rolled his neck. Darry kissed his Adams apple and loved the expression Justin held as Darry ran kisses down from his neck to his collarbone.

"You're so vain." Darry attempted to sing the song his mother had sang once to his father when he was wearing a suit and dancing but his voice cracked. Justin chuckled and shuddered.

"Hey Darry?" Justin asked.

"Yeah?"

"Touch me. Please." Justin was blushing sincerely since he was really in need of some attention and release. He'd earned it.

Darry made quick work of Justin's boxers and noted that he was shivering and cold. Darry grabbed the comforter from the end of the bed and tossed it over the headboard, forming a tent like enclosure over of the silken underside of the suede over them. Justin laughed with some nerves still audible. He had some issues about sex and it made him vulnerable when he was aroused. Darry eased his head between Justin's thighs and took Justin's head into his mouth. It'd been a while.

Justin's moans were just as effectual as usual and his hands entangled in Darry's hair within a few moments of effectual touch. He was panting and arching and he felt like he might shatter into a million pieces. Everything around him was, perfect. Everything was such a pleasurable sensation that he just wanted to melt into this moment of time and remain forever. The sheets under them were feathery support for their wearied frames, caressing his thighs and back as Darry's tongue pleasured other more important areas, the headboard where Justin tossed his head was a stable link to reality to writhe against, his fingers were entwined in his lover's hair without fear of reprisal, the comforter over them sealed their world of warm air and musk, and his lover was the only one Justin wanted to share a bed and home with for his entire life.

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