A/N: Here's my latest update. Enjoy... I had fun writing. :) Warning: ... Nah, not gonna put anything here, if you've read this far, and you know my stories, nothing here should surprise you or bother you. Cause if anything bothers you, you probably shouldn't be reading rated M gay love stories anyways. ;)

You know I really tried for cute and sweet cause the steaminess isn't necessary every chapter... then after I laughed hysterically at that, realized this was Brian and Justin, I just went where my mind took me.

Brian woke to light streaming in the window. Fortunately it's not too glaring as the inner sheer curtains are closed. He notices Justin is no longer laying on him, but is as close as he can, on his stomach, head turned toward Brian. Brian marvels at how soundly Justin sleeps, and how little he moves. Most people move a lot in bed… maybe that's one of the many reasons he let Justin stay. Tricks didn't spend the night, ever. The few times it had happened was usually when he had too many drugs and alcohol to remember they were there and he'd either find them in the morning and have to kick them out, or they'd try and start something while he was sleeping, which really pissed him off, and they'd still get kicked out. No one got fucked twice, no matter how hot they might have been. If he'd had them then that was it, they were out.

At the time he had no idea how Justin had been different. He'd let a handful of tricks take a shower before leaving the next morning, but he never joined them or fucked them again, no matter how much they tried. And let's face it, a begging trick is just pitiful, and we all know what pity does to Brian's dick. Maybe it was because he forgot Justin was there, or he was a whole lot more shit-faced than normal that night. He knew he fucked Justin that night a lot more than he had any other trick. He had also fucked Justin in places he had never fucked any other trick. But when he saw Justin that morning, the water running over his head, down his back, to the most perfect ass Brian had ever seen… all logic and rules ran right down the drain Justin was standing over because Brian had to fuck that ass again, at least one more time.

Brian was still admiring Justin's form, almost aglow from the muted sunshine, from his cute (shut up, this is his husband, he can think cute now) little ears, to his button nose, to his perfectly plump rosy lips, to his flawless skin, the soft fine blond hairs covering his body, but oddly enough, and absolutely perfect, not on his ass. It was the perfect ass, the perfect bubble butt. In all of Brian's years of tricks, no one had an ass like Justin. He was never into twinks, he certainly was no chicken hawk, virgins were amazing to take, but… well, like Justin, that was exactly the reason he never did them, when he could help it.

He knew Justin was a virgin that night, under the lamppost, somewhere deep inside him he knew, but the way Justin carried himself, wanting to appear more experienced and older than he was. The innocence and youth that Brian didn't think he'd ever had, even as a virgin, which was gone a few years younger than he took Justin's… a moment he doesn't think about often. Oh, he remembers it, it wasn't all that spectacular, it hurt at first and they both got off in the end (he hides a chuckle at that pun)… it was some other kid discovering who they were, they were attracted to each other, so they figured may as well have their virginity taken by someone who might care.

He remembered they liked each other, probably a lot, but neither was out to their parents. The boy's parents were gone for the weekend, so they stayed in his room, discovering all the joys of gay sex. Well, as much as 14 year olds can know, and there wasn't a whole lot of easily accessible gay porn at the time. He didn't know the term bottom or top at the time, but he knew he didn't really like being fucked, but he really liked fucking… and for the first time he knew there was something he was good at, damned good. That kid moved away that summer, he hadn't thought about him often after that. It hurt at the time though … but then high school started, then he met Mikey, and the rest… well, you know the rest.

Justin… he wasn't sure what he had done to deserve Justin, but he knew that he would do everything in his power to keep Justin right where he was… by his side. He was always so quiet when he slept, so still. That was one thing he found unusual about Justin, he rarely moved when sleeping. There was more than that first time he forgot Justin was there, and the boy slept through everything, alarm included. He never told Justin this but there were times when Justin was over that he would purposely set the alarm a little early so he had a moment to participate in his favorite secret pastime: Justin watching.

On the off chance that Justin woke up first, he wouldn't do what most tricks did and try and start to kiss or lick or do something to wake him up that might be considered sweet or romantic. Technically he usually wouldn't try to wake Brian up at all because he'd start to draw him and the scratching sound would wake Brian up. He knew he used to give Justin a hard time about that, and no matter how angry or pissed he would act, or how many insults he would throw at Justin, Justin would either ignore him or throw insults right back. No other trick had done that. At first he figured Justin might be a stupid kid who didn't know any better, didn't know he was dealing with Brian fucking Kinney, but even after Justin figured that out, he'd still give as good, or bad, as he got.

Brian knew he met his match in Justin. The mornings that Justin, well, he couldn't really say sweet or romantic, because Justin was so damned sexually charged, as much as Brian was. He wasn't kidding when he told Mikey that first night he almost wore him out… he did almost wear Brian out. Not that Brian was complaining, that had been one hell of night, based on what he could remember. If Justin woke him up (still did, actually) through any sexual act at all… Justin would dive right in, sometimes literally.

On those unusual mornings that Justin woke first and didn't draw him, Brian wouldn't wake up to kisses or licks or whispering in his ear, or even a gentle caress on his skin (although he doesn't mind that from Justin now)… no Brian woke up with a warm wet mouth around his cock, sucking and licking, a hand on his balls, and Justin's hums because the boy was a slut for Brian's cock in his mouth. Maybe it was the artist in him, maybe it was innate passion for life, whatever it was, Justin had a natural talent at all thinks sexual. It was fast, passionate, and fucking amazing anytime Justin woke him up that way… still was.

He'd say he didn't know why all this was coming to mind, but he knew that was for shit, because he absolutely knew. They were celebrating Justin's birthday. Something he'd never done for Justin before, well, unless you count that first year they were, technically together, although at the time he would have denied that and called you a fucking lesbian and asshole. He knew then just like he knew now that Justin considered that a celebration, and it probably pissed Justin off that Brian never celebrated after that. That next year didn't fucking count, and he never could make up for it. Of all the stupid fucking messages to send… oh well, he didn't feel like recalling that time period EVER again!

He knows Justin will be hungry when he wakes up, and he has two choices at the moment, either wake Justin up by taking advantage of his perfect bubble butt, half uncovered just begging for Brian to rim, lick and fuck… or he could carefully get out of bed and order breakfast for Justin so their fucking wouldn't be interrupted by Justin's stomach.

His decision was, however taken out of his hands when Justin slowly opened his eyes, rolled his body and looked up into Brian eyes, with a sweet little smile on his face. Justin reached up one hand to cup Brian's cheek… Justin was very pleased when Brian leaned into the touch.

"Morning."

"Morning Sunshine."

Justin grinned his Sunshine smile at Brian and stretched out all the kinks from his night sleep, and from the activities from before sleep… and because he knew what reaction that always had on Brian. … Yep, there's the look. A look that Justin knows as well as the Kinney smirk, because it's a look he shares with Justin all the time, whether he wants to or not, and Brian doesn't hide the look anymore. It's his sexy, predatory look that says 'I'm so going to fuck you into the mattress and there's nothing you can do to fight it' … and he's absolutely right because he'll never fight Brian for that.

So it surprises Justin beyond all belief when Brian starts getting out of bed and stands up. God, he's fucking hot and definitely hard and so fucking beautiful, but… Justin is seriously getting confused and pissed and he wanted his morning fuck before breakfast.

Brian turns around to look at Justin… he had figured out when Justin cupped his cheek that Justin had been awake for a little while just letting Brian watch… it was still his secret, he'll never admit to it, but he knew that Justin knew he watched, little fucker. So, change of plans for Brian… let'sseehowyoulikebeingbeatenatyourowngameSunshine, Brian thinks. He knew Justin stretched like that on purpose. Seeing the look of confusion and dismay on Justin's face was almost enough to make him get back into bed, almost.

Brian leaned over the bed enough so that his face was near Justin's.

"I thought we'd start this morning's pre-breakfast activities in the shower… I think we're both very dirty and need to get thoroughly cleaned for today's activities… don't you?"

He could see comprehension dawning on the face of his lover. The light in his eyes increased, his mouth and face broke out in a brilliant smile, and his morning, semi-hard cock, grew steadily and quickly, throbbing, begging for release, and what he knew Brian just promised. It was a little something that came to mind last night that Brian wanted to start, and now that Justin was up, they could start now. And, Brian thinks, we'll be going downstairs for breakfast instead of ordering in… I'll have to put up with what we're going to do, but it will be pleasurable torment to watch Justin throughout the day.

Justin couldn't wait for his shower now, his shower with Brian. He knew Brian was up to something, but he wasn't sure exactly what. Oh, he knew how it would start, but he could tell by the gleam in Brian's eyes that there was more to their morning activities than what he was assuming. And knowing Brian it would be amazing.

Brian had been up later than Justin. While Justin fell asleep pretty quickly, he always had, Brian was awake for a while longer, not thinking too deeply per se, partially Justin watching, but figuring out how to spend the next day with Justin. Sure, they could have spent the whole day in bed fucking each other's brains out, especially when he considered some of the toys that Justin brought…hmmm, that gave him an idea.

He waited until Justin was sound asleep and carefully climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom where their goodie bag was. His eyes grew wide at everything Justin packed… he certainly planned on spending all their time in the hotel, in the hotel room. However, Brian had other ideas as he saw what was there. Clever little devil that his husband was, he came well prepared, and Brian was definitely looking forward to using some of these.

Brian held out his hand to Justin to help him from the bed. He wrapped Justin in his arms, both moaning pleasurably as their very hard cocks rubbed against each other. Justin's arms wrapped around his middle as Brian wrapped one arm around Justin, and grabbed one of the scarves from the night stand with the other. He had untied both and put them there last night. He kissed Justin passionately, but quickly, anxious to get to the next part of their morning. Brian pulled back from Justin a little; just as Justin was going to ask Brian why he stopped, Brian held up the scarf to Justin's eyes. Justin's eyes widened a little and he gasped briefly, wondering what on earth Brian had in mind, he couldn't have been awake for that long.

Justin nodded and smiled, his eyes twinkling at the heat and mischief in Brian's eyes and face. Brian tied the scarf around Justin's eyes, and stood back just a little so that they weren't touching. Justin was getting anxious, and not being able to see Brian was very disconcerting. He didn't have panic attacks anymore, but he didn't really want to test that theory. He heard Brian's feet move around, followed by the warmth of Brian's body behind him, and he immediately calmed. Brian wrapped his arms around Justin from behind and they both sighed at the closeness as Justin leaned into the embrace.

Brian gently kissed Justin's neck, eliciting another sigh from Justin, before softly saying "we're gonna walk to the bathroom Sunshine… ready?"

As Justin nodded, knowing Justin's innate curiosity at everything, he took Justin's hands loosely behind his back and began walking Justin towards the bathroom, "wouldn't want you peeking now would we?"

Justin just giggled a little, mainly in anticipation, but also because this was Brian Kinney, and Brian Kinney was leading him around their hotel room, blindfolded, naked, for his birthday. He was giddy, he couldn't help it. And at the moment he didn't really care what Brian had planned.

Brian chuckled at Justin's giggling, his sentimental little twat. He walked Justin up to the toilet, knowing that would need to be taken care of before anything else.

"We need to take care of some business first, Sunshine. I don't want you to see what I have prepared, so I'm gonna hold your cock for you so you can pee and we can get started."

"Brian," he gasped. Justin was shocked, well… a little, they had done something like this before, but without the blindfold, when Brian was still introducing him to all the various things gay men could do. He thought he knew what was coming next, but he could never really tell with Brian.

Brian knew what Justin felt, it was not easy to pee when someone else is holding your dick for you. Not to mention it was really fucking hard to pee when you were horny and your lover was holding your dick. Eventually Justin did… then he walked him over the bathtub and had him sit on the edge. Justin gasped as he sat on the cold tub ledge. Brian turned on the water to get it to heat up.

"You know it's a good thing we have our own private bathroom, this couldn't have worked in a shared bathroom."

"Oh, I don't know, Sunshine, it could have worked, we could have given the other guests something to talk about."

"Brian… there's no way I would have you lead me around a hotel naked."

"We have robes."

"It would not have worked."

"I suppose… we would have had to charge for them to see your delicious bubble butt and hear your moans and gasps of pleasure."

"I just hope these walls are thick enough to prevent them from hearing us as it is."

"Good point, maybe we should get the hotel to pay us for more highly satisfied customers."

"Or we should pay them for their therapy bills for listening to two fags fucking."

"They should be so lucky."

They both chuckled at that.

"So, are we taking a bath or shower this morning, Mr. Kinney?"

"I was wondering when you were going to ask something, you were being awfully patient." Brian replies as he sets down a tray of what he had in mind for what they would be using this morning.

"I can be patient when I want to." Brian had to hold back full out laughing at that.

"Why don't you take your blindfold off and find out… Mr. Kinney."

Justin gasps a little, always tremendously pleased at being called Mr. Kinney, and, of course, because he was married, to Brian.

He gasped, again, a little louder, at what he saw before him. With the food and dessert and all their evening activities he had completely forgotten he brought all this with him. And for a moment he wished he hadn't because this is what Brian wanted to get out of bed for. Although the longer he sat staring at what was before him, not to mention who was before him, clearly anxious to use what he chose, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Brian set the tray down on the ledge surrounding the bathtub, climbed in, sat down and then looked up at Justin.

It was at that moment Justin noticed that tub Brian was sitting in and he was standing in front of. He knew his mouth was hanging open, but he couldn't help it. This bathroom was huge, with a whirlpool bathtub, detachable shower sprayer, and oh my god, he thought… it was surrounded by mirrors… and you actually had to use the step to climb into the tub, well, he did anyway, Brian was so tall he didn't need the step.

"Brian… this is…" Justin didn't know what to say, this was, this was not the room he reserved.

"I took the liberty of seeing if they had a bigger room with a huge tub… you know, big enough for two?"

Justin was speechless… it wasn't often that he was, but only Brian could do that to him. He was flattered, amazed, and surprised all at the same time. Then he saw Brian, really saw Brian, sitting in the tub, facing him, legs spread so Justin had room to sit. This tub was fucking huge, he couldn't get over it. The sides were literally up to Brian's shoulders, and his legs were completely stretched out… and even though water can skew the image of a body somewhat, there was no mistaking Brian's hard cock standing straight up in the water.

"Come here," Brian drawled sexily. Justin couldn't resist, nor could wait any longer.

Justin climbed into the tub, but right before he could sit, Brian took a hold of his cock… brilliant dark hazel eyes stared up at him full of all the love and lust he felt for this man that never gave up on him… Justin couldn't look away, he was mesmerized by Brian's eyes, unable to move, just feel that look, and feel one hand on his cock, while Brian's other hand ran up and down his leg.

"Look into the mirror Justin," Brian almost growled, so turned on by the stunning, sexy man in front of him. He started stroking Justin's cock, not too hard, lightly, enough to feel. Justin forced his eyes away from Brian and looked in the mirror… at himself. Darkening bright blue eyes, body glowing and flushing with the pleasure he could only find with Brian, hard dark pink nipples, hard, throbbing and dripping purplish cock encased in Brian's hand. He had never been one for voyeurism, until Brian… and he still didn't care about watching himself come, but with Brian it made every movement more sensual, every touch more impassioned and every orgasm much more intense.

Somewhere in the back of his mind where conscious thought still vaguely worked Justin could hear the water stop.

"So fucking hot, Justin," Brian said so quietly Justin almost couldn't hear him, almost like Brian was talking to himself. "Look at you, so flushed in pleasure, so fucking turned on, so hard, for me, just for me… Come down here Justin."

Justin didn't need to think, he looked down and began to kneel, eyes locked once again with Brian, obeying his every command.

"Turn around and hold the edge of the tub," Brian whispered when he let go of Justin's cock. He wanted to see Justin come, but not quite yet, he would see him come, and he would see his ass when he came inside him.

Justin groaned at the loss, but followed automatically, because when a man this beautiful commands you to move, you move, because how can you not.

Brian moaned as Justin turned, appreciating the pleasured flush all over his body. He knew he had it too, but with Justin's soft fair alabaster skin it was so easy, and such a fucking turn on, to see that body change, to heighten Justin's sexual responses.

He knew they needed to move this along, because he needed to get Justin to breakfast, which is why he was glad Justin woke up early, then he could watch Justin eat and "enjoy" his day, well, their day.

Brian admired Justin's naked, panting form, unable to stop himself from caressing his back, his sides, his perfect ass. Squeezing the two pert round hairless globes, running his hands down a little, then back up, sliding his thumbs up and down Justin's crack, scraping against his hole with every pass. Relishing in the groans and gasps that Justin was making, still amazed after all these years at finding his sexual equal. Justin was rocking, thrusting into Brian's fingers, desperate to be filled, desperate to come.

Brian couldn't help what he did next, Justin's ass was staring at him, and even though it would be a weird position, he couldn't stop what he did next, no matter what. He pulled Justin a little, to raise his ass just above the surface of the water, he only filled the tub half full. He kneeled, leaned forward, pushed Justin forward further, and attacked Justin's hole with his tongue as if his life depended on the sustenance that was Justin's ass. He might not have been too far off as he tasted heaven. The muskiness of Justin, he could smell his cock and balls, and the lingering aroma of his favored lavender/vanilla body wash, and the taste that was all Justin. Before Justin he didn't rim many tricks, not only because some guys actually were a little funny about this, but also because it meant he would be pleasing someone else, and they had to be really fucking hot and worth it for Brian to want to eat their ass first… so… not many, at all. Then Justin came along, and he had to fucking taste that. And he had been craving it ever since.

Justin was a writhing mess under Brian's tongue and hands, which felt like they were everywhere. He didn't know how Brian was able to do what he did with his tongue and hands in a bed, but in this position, and he was still under the sensual and sexual attack… he felt he would die from the pleasure. He knew he was begging… "Brian… god, yes… please… need to come… Brian, please." He didn't care what Brian did, but something, he needed to come and he needed Brian inside him. He barely heard the sound of the tube of lube and wanted to cry because he knew what would follow… he would finally be filled.

Brian took the lube and thoroughly coated Justin's hole inside and out, being very careful not to graze his prostate, he wanted to hit that with his own cock once it was buried deep into Justin's sweet tight ass. He raised himself up and had to stop, for a second, and appreciate the image Justin presented for him. Seeing Justin's ass and back, also his front and his face; eyes squeezed tight shut, awash with pleasurable torment, struggling for air, purple cock dripping… if he could capture that image on canvas or paper while fucking Justin… he always had a top of the line camera, maybe he needed to get a video camera. Watching porn with Justin was hot, watching Justin was hotter, watching them together as porn with Justin… fucking scorching… like the fucking sun… how appropriate, he briefly thinks before ramming his cock into Justin's perfect ass, both groaning and screaming at the intense pleasure, because he's fucking Sunshine. He'd laugh if he wasn't so fucking horny and pounding Justin harder than he's taken him in a long time.

"Sunshine," Brian groans, "we're gonna… have to… fuck… get mirrors… for…uuhhhh… Britin."

"Brian," Justin doesn't know what to respond with, he's barely conscious, and opens his eyes. He almost wants to close them again… too much… but can't look away. He sees himself in the mirror, flushed, hard, aching, throbbing, rocking back to meet Brian. He sees Brian, flushed as well, but not as noticeable, pounding into him, holding his hips tight as he thrusts frantically, hitting Justin's prostate at each thrust. Their eyes lock onto each other in the mirror and Justin explodes, comes fucking everywhere… on the mirror, in the tub… comes so hard it almost hurts… he couldn't stop this orgasm if he wanted to… when their eyes met… the energy that was already palpable and suffocating (in a positive, life-affirming way)... god, Brian was fucking sexy… the face of god! He still absolutely fucking meant that, too.

Brian was on the edge of orgasm as well as on the edge of sanity, seeing Justin come that hard, that powerful just from looking at him. Fuck, what Justin did to him, what they did to each other. He pounds once, twice more, still hitting Justin's prostate… Justin gasping and barely able to breathe, his cock and balls trying to fill again… he explodes into Justin, shouting Justin's name, collapsing onto his back. Justin is grateful they're in a tub, as he's pretty sure the tub and wall of mirrors are holding him up.

They both groan at the loss when Brian pulls out, but Brian's not worried too much, because he knows what's coming next… yes it will be them, again, but he has to do this before Justin moves. He places his hand on Justin's lower back, caressing gently, his way of saying it's okay, but don't move. Body language has never been a problem with Justin, they always got everything they needed to say through touches and kisses.

He leans over, squirts a little more lube, and coats the item he wants to use. He takes his other hand from Justin's back and lowers it to Justin's hole. Justin groans at the contact. His ass is always sensitive after fucking, but after a hard pounding like that, it usually takes a little longer to recover. He's not sore, it's just really sensitive, but as Brian gently caresses his hole, slowly rinsing away his come that had slid out. He takes the small (small being a relative term, he thinks, considering his cock was just in there) dark red butt plug and gently strokes over Justin's hole. Justin gasps at the coolness. It's metal, shiny, and even with lube and being in Brian's hand, the tip is still cold.

Brian slides it in an inch, then pulls it out slowly. He uses his other hand to caress Justin, all over, his back, legs, ass, chest; he caresses Justin's cock as it's beginning to harden, along with his balls which are filling, expanding… the wonderfully full heavy weight which Brian loves to hold. He slides the plug in 2 inches slowly and pulls back out. Justin's moaning and thrusting a little, barely recovered from the last fuck, and now he's being assaulted with more pleasure, again.

Brian thrusts the plug in all the way, hitting Justin's prostate, "Brian!"

Brian smiles and pulls the plug all the way out. Justin whimpers in protest, trying to fuck Brian's hand, which is now around Justin's hardening cock. He stills Justin's hips, and slowly slides in the plug all the way, pushing it in so that it stays there, while squeezing Justin's cock, not pumping, just squeeze and release. He moves his body so it's right up against Justin. Justin gasps and moans at the feeling, the closeness, the love, he's lost in sensation, loving everything Brian is doing to him.

"Sunshine?"

"Mmmm," Justin can't talk, can't really think, not moving, too much sensation. The plug in his ass, Brian's cock against his crack, Brian's hand on his cock, and one arm around his chest. Brian moves away from Justin and backs up. Justin groans at the loss and turns his head to look back at Brian, who slowly picks up the other plug and the lube, looks Justin in the eyes, completely open to the beautiful man in front of him… enjoying the dawning look of understanding in Justin's eyes, his face, his bewildered and awed smile.

Justin silently turns to completely face Brian, takes the plug and lube and then watches Brian turn… into the exact same position Justin is still in. Oh my fucking god! Justin thinks… We're both going to have a plug, and Brian wants… is asking me… oh shit! That means I have to hold in the butt plug when I come… inside Brian. If he hadn't already come, he would come, right then and there, all over Brian's legs, and what a waste that would be when Brian's ass is waiting to be plundered.

He looks at Brian's face, facing the mirror, really turned on, but also that little smirk, knowing he got to Justin, knowing exactly what he just did and what Justin was going to do and what they were both going to feel throughout the day. Justin chuckles a little, rolls his eyes, then looks down at Brian's ass. He may get complemented about his bubble butt all the time… he really likes Brian's compliments… but he thinks Brian has the most perfect ass in the world. Not too round, but not flat at all… perfectly sculpted, soft, and firm, definitely one of Brian's many rewards for all his hours at the gym. And… Justin still marvels at… all his!

"Are you just gonna stare at it, or fuck me?"

Brian tries to sound impatient and annoyed, like he knows he won't really enjoy this but wants Justin to make up his fucking mind. It actually comes out sounding desperate and needy, because he really does want Justin to fuck him. He allows Justin to top whenever he likes, but, as Justin always said, he's onto Brian… Justin doesn't top that often and every once in a while Brian has to ask. He might tease others about getting a prostate massage, and make it sound tedious… with Justin it's so much more, and every once in a while, he needs Justin to take him, to fuck him, to massage his prostate till he lets go and fly's for Justin, the best fucking top, second only to him… then again…

Justin chooses not to respond, verbally anyway. He takes the lube and squirts some directly onto the plug. Brian watches curiously over his shoulder, wondering how Justin will handle this. "Face the wall, Brian," Justin demands huskily, but playfully.

Brian shudders pleasurable chills at Justin's voice. Not very often, but every once in a while when Justin takes a ride to the top, there's an air about Justin that gives Brian chills. It also makes him understand why he never could say no and why he always gave into Justin. There are moments, like this, when one word, one statement, one look, and he thinks there's a side to Justin that doesn't come out very often, and he's not sure how he feels about that, because that side… if they were into it… would make the perfect fucking Master… and that, and only that, still scares him a little, because he knows, without a doubt, he would absolutely submit.

But those thoughts get buried again, for the time being, as he feels Justin begin to kiss his back, and slowly penetrate his hole with the dark blue butt plug. He gasps at the intrusion and the coldness, for its also metal, and moans when Justin starts to increase the pace. Fucking him in earnest with the butt plug, pulling moans and groans out of Brian that only bottoming can illicit.

Justin loves the noises he can get Brian to make when he fucks him, whatever he fucks him with. It's not very often he gets to do this, doesn't need it often, because he loves being fucked by Brian. But Justin knows he's a top, always has been, always will be… but for Brian, he bottoms, anytime, anywhere, and in any position. He lubes up his very hard dripping cock, gasping at the feel; he moves forward to Brian and pulls out the plug. Brian groans at the loss, and Justin groans at remembering that he has a plug in him, he remembers the moment he moves. He lines up his cock to Brian's hole, and before he feels the loss too much, he rams in, just as Brian had done to him… causing them both to scream each other's name.

Fuck, Justin is so good at this. He wonders briefly how Justin became such an amazing top given all the time he bottoms for Brian… but looses that train of thought the moment Justin starts pounding his ass.

"God! Brian… so… fucking… tight," Justin struggles to say. He still can't get over them fucking raw, it makes his topping Brian that much more special and hot… soft, warm, tight, burning, throbbing, skin, fuck!

"Fuck… Justin… harder," Brian whispers, struggling to breathe, consumed by so many feelings and emotions… free, home, hot, Justin… he loves it when Justin fucks him… raw… so fucking amazing.

Justin gasps at the request, amazed that Brian always seems to want more, harder, deeper when Justin fucks him. So he does just that… he grabs Brian's hips and starts slamming into him, in, out, pounding his ass as hard as he possibly can… knowing he won't last much longer. He fucking loves fucking Brian.

"Stroke… yourself… Brian… want you… to come… with me."

Brian nods, eyes squeezed tight, listening, obeying, lost to the sensations and pleasure that only Justin can give him. He grabs his cock, gasping, and starts stroking, automatically in time with Justin's thrusts, thrusting back onto Justin's cock, and forward into his own hand. Unable to hold in any sounds, he starts moaning and groaning… louder as they get closer. Justin moves Brian, using his hands on Brian's hips, almost forcing him off his cock and slamming him back on his cock. Brian is writhing in ecstasy at Justin's movements and passion.

"Brian… fuck… gonna…" Justin grabs Brian's hips, stills them and pounds one last time into Brian's ass and is shooting an almost painful orgasm into Brian. He's barely able to shout "Come with me!"

And Brian does… shooting all over his hand and tub and mirror. Before Brian can regain his senses, Justin pulls out fast, grabs the plug, and slowly pushes it all the way in. Brian groans deeply at the loss, then sudden fullness, his cock still throbbing from his release, trying to release more, but he's pretty sure he can't, even if he wanted to.

He feels Justin's arms coming around him, carefully, gently, stroking his abdomen and chest lovingly. Justin was just about to say something when his stomach chose that moment to announce that it had been ignored far too long and it needed attention too.

They both choked out laughs… as much as they could while still recovering from such amazing orgasms. They both start to stand, leaning on to the walls and each other for support, groaning, a little in pain, and a little in pleasure… they both have butt plugs in.

Brian turns to face Justin, his face so open and happy… Justin can't help but smile back, brilliantly, hugely, lovingly… god, he loved this man, so much!

"Thank you."

Justin was stunned, momentarily… but, he knew, and didn't want to make too big a deal. He nods and leans up to kiss Brian. A delicate, gentle kiss full of all the love, gratitude, adoration and appreciation he had for his husband. Justin's stomach, again, reminded them that it was being ignored, still, and it didn't like it.

Brian chuckled. "Come on, Sunshine, let's go feed the beast… I have plans for today."

"You do, do you?"

"Not those kind of plans… yet," he grins sexily. "We have plans that don't involve this quaint little hotel, until later… and I want to see you enjoy yourself… and of course, I'll be enjoying myself watching you walk around with that plug in your ass."

"Well, I must say I'm curious as to what you could have in mind when you didn't know until yesterday afternoon that we would be here… and I could say the same about walking around… I'm not the only one with a butt plug."

Justin chuckles and Brian's moan… but he didn't miss the brief moment of amusement and pleasure that Brian will actually have. It can be a pleasurable torment to have a plug in your ass, and still try to function, but there's a part of you that can't help but feel full and complete and whole, especially when your lover and husband is right next to you, loving that you're full for them, because of them.