Justin reached up, caressed Brian's cheeks, slid his hands behind Brian's head, and pulled the man closer, deepening their kiss. This was everything. Feeling the warmth and weight of Brian's body against his and Brian's hot wet mouth devouring his own, the words, THE words he'd waited so long to hear still ringing in his ears, gone were the chill, the empty painful feeling in his chest, and the hopelessness and desolation Brian's absence had brought. For a moment, he tried to imagine what he and Brian would have become had they been separated for several months…or for good. He shuddered involuntarily and kissed Brian even more passionately, desperately. Then, he laid open-mouth kisses down Brian's neck, nibbled on his ear, and whispered, "I need you inside me."

Brian whispered back, "I need to taste you first, Sunshine. Roll over."

He slid off the boy, and Justin moved so that he was on his hands and knees.

Brian ran his hands over Justin's ass gently and then spread his cheeks. He licked Justin from his lower back down, all the way down to his entrance. In response, Justin threw back his head and moaned. His breath grew ragged as Brian swirled his tongue around his entrance and then pushed it inside. He pushed his tongue in and out over and over, each time thrusting his tongue further inside. Brian pulled out, sucked on two of his fingers, placed a hand on Justin's lower back, and slid his fingers inside the boy until he reached his prostate. Then, he started to massage it, each caress eliciting a deep moan from Justin.

Finally, Justin couldn't take it anymore. He cried out, "Brian, now, please."

Brian scissored his fingers a few times to open the boy up a bit more before pulling them out. Then, he sheathed his cock, climbed up behind the boy, placed his hands around the boy's waist, and, finally, started pushing himself inside, groaning as he did so. Nothing was better than this. He caressed the boy's skin as he moved inside him, relishing in its softness even as he relished in the tight heat surrounding his cock. Justin's body was quite simply made for him. They fit together so perfectly.

When Brian was halfway inside, Justin grunted. Brian paused, waiting for the boy to start breathing normally again. Then, he slid home, burying himself to the hilt in Justin's sweet ass, letting out a deep groan as did so.

Justin breathed, "Brian, I love you."

Brian responded softly, "I love you, too, Sunshine."

Suddenly, the man needed to be closer, more connected to the boy. He grabbed Justin's shoulders firmly and moved so that his body was covering Justin's. Warmth spread throughout his entire body as their skin made contact. He moaned and started thrusting in and out. Justin met his thrusts, and, together, they set a steady rhythm. At one point, he stopped moving, his cock buried fully in the boy, and nuzzled the boy's neck. He wanted to savor this feeling. Justin's scent filling his nostrils, being connected to Justin in every possible way, feeling so warm, complete.

Unexpectedly remembering the scene earlier at Babylon, watching Justin kiss the fiddler and then leave, got Brian moving again. The helpless hopeless feeling the memory inspired filled him with a cold that only possessing Justin in every possible way could banish. He pushed himself back up, angled his hips so that he'd hit Justin's prostate, and started fucking him hard. Justin, having accustomed himself to the steady pace, gasped the first time Brian hit his prostate. Justin wasn't exactly sure, but he had an idea of what was going on inside Brian's head. When Brian pushed on Justin's shoulders, he immediately knew what the man wanted and why. He laid his arms and part of his chest flat on the bed so that Brian could plunge a little deeper, fill him completely. As the man did so, Justin moaned, "Brian, I'm all yours. Take me."

Justin's words sent a thrill coursing throughout his body, intensifying the pleasure he derived from slamming into the boy, but still, Brian couldn't help but wonder for a split second how many times Justin had allowed the fiddler to do this, and, though he pushed the thought out of his head quickly, he was unable to do so fast enough to prevent an image from forming. The insane jealousy the image caused had him holding Justin's waist more tightly and fucking him harder and harder, faster and faster. Justin moaned loudly and cried out, "Brian, oh Brian, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard," his cry building speed and intensity along with Brian's thrusts.

Brian was happy to oblige. As it was, his entire body was on fire. He groaned as he closed his eyes and arched his back, thrusting harder, gripping Justin tighter.

Justin moaned, "Oh God, oh fuck!"

Feeling the boy tremble with pleasure beneath his hands, Brian realized the boy was close, so he reached down and grabbed his cock, which was hard as a rock and leaking. He squeezed it tight and then started stroking it in time with his thrusts.

Moments later, Justin cried out, "Brian, oh fuck, oh Brian!" as he came in long white spurts. Just then, his ass clamped down on Brian's cock, and Brian could no longer hold back; the tightness and the heat were too much, perfection. He moaned Justin's name and thrust a few more times as his orgasm ripped through him and exploded in a flash of blinding white light. Brian collapsed onto Justin. They were both sweaty and breathing heavy. A couple minutes later, Brian managed to pull himself up, pulled out, and disposed of the condom. Then he let himself fall onto the bed and pulled Justin into his arms.

Exhausted from the emotional highs and lows they'd experienced that night and the intense sex they'd just had, they both quickly fell asleep.