Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade, just Corcoran.
A/N: Well, I finally have this completely written, so the updates will hopefully be some what regular. Enjoy.
Robert pushed his bedroom door open, heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. The light next to the bed was on, the stained-glass shade throwing spots of red, orange, yellow and amber spots on Bryan's back and hair, painting a mosaic of colour across his pale skin.
Setting his bag by the door Robert moved further into the room, acutely aware of Bryan's eyes on him. He moved to the armoire and shed his suit, leaving it piled near the floor before going into the bathroom. Coming out in a cloud of steam, dressed in a T-shirt and boxers he slid into the bed.
A hand slid under his shirt, warm and heavy and Robert turned towards Bryan, reaching out without any real thought. Bryan's skin was warm and surprisingly soft under his fingers, with only the faintest hints of scars under his fingers. He tugged and Bryan followed, pressing warm against his side, a thigh thrown across his legs.
Warm breath touched his temple, followed by the faintest touch of lips and Robert closed his eyes, swamped by the feel of Bryan against him and the emotion the warmth provoked. He turned, fingers brushing across the big scar on his lover's back, drawing a shudder from the big body pressed against his, feeling the hard press of Bryan's erection against his hip. Lips touched the corner of his mouth and Robert shifted catching Bryan's mouth with his own. He slid his hand between their bodies, back brushing against his lover's erection, drawing a low groan that echoed through his body.
Bryan's hand slid between them, fingers tangling briefly with Robert's before curling around before sliding into his lover's boxers, cupping his erection. Groaning Robert buried his face against Bryan's neck, his hand mimicking Bryan's movements. He froze for a moment at the feeling of Bryan's erection hot and hard in his hand.
It should have been terrifying, the feel of a cock heavy in his hand. The thought of sharing such intimacy with anyone else was unbearable and Robert curled closer, pressing his face into Bryan's neck. He couldn't pinpoint the moment his feelings for Bryan had moved from simple affection to the undeniable love he was feeling but it was impossible to ignore now, how much he needed Bryan in his life.
Robert came with a gasp and felt Bryan stiffen against him seconds later, his lover's release warm and sticky on his hand. Eyes shut tight he burrowed even closer to Bryan, his hand sliding to the Russian's hip. A heavy leg settled over his tugging him closer and Bryan's hand moved up under his shirt to rest on his back and he couldn't even care about the cooling wetness against his back.
Feeling overwhelmed Robert couldn't find the energy to move, his fingers clenching spasmodically against the sharp curve of Bryan's hip.
Bryan, sensing the older teen's turmoil dipped his head, lips following the curve of Robert's ear, nose nuzzling at the curl of dark hair just behind it. He started speaking in Russian, the words low and rolling, knowing Robert wouldn't understand them, but it didn't matter. The tone was enough, Robert slowly relaxing against him, tension draining from the lean body.
Trailing kisses from ears to lips Bryan slowly eased back from his lover. He pulled his hand out from Robert's shirt, noting the way Robert didn't really move, short of rolling into the warm hollow he had left behind.
Not bothering to turn on the bathroom light Bryan found a washcloth and soaked it in hot water. Pushing his boxers off he cleaned up and rewet the rag before going back into the bedroom. Hand stroking down Robert's back and thigh he managed to get his lover stripped and cleaned up. Dropping the cloth to the floor Bryan leaned down and brushed a kiss to Robert's soft cock.
Moving back up he stretched out on his back, pleasantly surprised when Robert settled on top of him, an arm wrapped around his chest, a leg between his, head pillowed on his right shoulder.
"Too heavy?" Robert's voice was a low burr, his accent deeper on those two words than Bryan had ever heard it.
He touched a finger to the scar on Robert's shoulder before running his hand down the dip of his lover's spine. Hand spread wide on the small of his lover's back Bryan dragged the sheet up with his other hand. Robert was four inches shorter and at least twenty pounds lighter than him. Having his lover sprawled on top was no hardship "No."
Sleep was a long time in coming as Bryan rubbed circles on warm skin, luxuriating in the feel of Robert against him and his lover's silent trust.
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Drawing up the zipper on his vest up Bryan paused in the office to the doorway. Robert was sitting on the desk, something he would not have imagined seeing after he had first arrived in the castle. To add even more to the oddness of the scene his lover was in dark jeans and a worn black T-shirt that was grey with age. He was on the phone, his irritation evident in every word.
Bryan stepped into the office and settled in the chair in front of the massive desk, kicking his feet up on the worn wood by his lover's hip. Tipping his head back he closed his eyes, smiling when he felt Robert's hand on his leg, gently rubbing. He felt warmth curl in his chest and grow at the feel of strong fingers through denim.
Three months since the night of the party and the return from their respective trips out of the country and they'd fallen comfortably together. Robert no longer jumped out of bed the moment he woke and had actually taken to lying in next to him, pressed close.
There was the soft click of a phone being set back in its cradle and warm fingers cradled his face. Lips touched his, followed by the faintest brush of tongue and Bryan canted his head slightly, deepening the kiss. It still sent a thrill through him, Robert's shyness when it came to the physical aspect of their relationship.
And Bryan had been careful to not push further than Robert was ready for. Shared hand jobs and the four times he had gone down on Robert had been the extent of their sexual contact, which had been enough for him. Tala suffered from an overactive libido, something that had driven all of them insane in the minimal privacy of the Abbey. In direct contrast, Bryan got almost as much pleasure from just being with his partner.
Pulling back Bryan bit down lightly on Robert's lower lip, tongue flickering out to soothe the small sting. Tracing a circle on the back of his lover's hand he turned his face into the palm against his cheek, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of Robert's wrist. "I'm thinking I'm going to head into town and check out the local bars."
Robert leaned back slightly, but not enough to break contact between them. "Were you planning on taking a car? I would like to be able to warn Gustav off before he calls law enforcement of some kind."
Hand trailing up Robert's arm and across his shoulders Bryan cupped his lover's neck, thumb tracing the fine hairs at the nape. "No. I figured a walk would do me some good, and this way, if I get trashed I don't have to worry about crashing a car it would take me the rest of my natural life to pay off."
He smirked up at his lover, voice pitched low when he spoke. "Although now I have other skills that might be used as payment instead of endlessly balancing the Jurgen finances."
A blush spread across Robert's cheeks and Bryan couldn't help but laugh. "Who knew you could turn that colour from such an innocent comment."
Robert drew back, the epitome of wounded noble and it would have been completely believable if not for the sparkle of amusement in dark eyes. "Hardly an innocent statement, but I suppose that is what I get for having such an uncouth brute as a lover."
Dropping his feet to the floor Bryan stood and pressed close to Robert, one hand on his back. "True, but I doubt any of the lovers you might have picked from your circle would be nearly so good at sucking co-"
Laughing he let Robert push him away. "I know, uncouth brute. I'm leaving now."
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Turning the page of his book Robert settled deeper into the plush armchair near the fire place. There was a glass of wine on the table by the chair and Corcoran was a warm, fuzzy weight against his bare feet and lower legs. It was late enough that the staff had retired for the night and it was good to have some time to his self, even if having Bryan around wasn't a difficulty.
His cell phone, on the table next to the wine glass started ringing it and he grabbed it. There were only six people who had the number, his mother, Dieter, Oliver, Johnny, Enrique and Bryan. Flipping the phone open he pushed Corcoran down as the puppy tried to jump into his lap, excited by the ringing phone.
Phone tucked against his ear Robert gave up trying to keep Corcoran out of his lap. "Hello."
Eyes falling shut in frustration Robert sighed and scratched at Corcoran's ears as he listened to the words, trying not to envision what had happened.
"Of course. I will be in as soon as possible." Blowing out a sigh he dropped his cell phone back to the table. Part of him wasn't surprised, that Bryan had managed to get in trouble in such a small town. Trouble always seemed to follow his lover where ever he went.
Sliding his arm around Corcoran he stood and set the gangly puppy back on the floor. His shoes, a worn pair of runners, were tucked under the side table and he slipped them on without worrying about the laces.
He whistled and Corcoran followed, bounding at his side as he made his way to the key rack on the wall by the door leading to the garage. Paying no attention to which set of keys he grabbed he locked Corcoran in the kennel just outside the garage.
The only surprising thing was that it had taken so long for Bryan to get into the kind of trouble that he needed to be bailed out from.
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The desk Sergeant jerked to his feet as Robert strode into the police station, knocking some paper work to the floor. "Lord Jurgen, welcome. We hadn't expected you to be here so quickly."
Robert glared at the man, absently noting the way the officer seemed to fidgeting, as though he was uncomfortable with his presence. "Yes well, when I receive a call this late in the evening saying one of my friends was injured in a bar fight I find it is imperative to come get the entire truth. What happened?"
Picking a file up off his desk the Sergeant flicked it open. "Your friend was at the Dragon. It seems three of the younger patrons, who were big into Beyblading when it first started recognized him from the World Championships and took offense at him for being in their bar. According to witnesses your friend simply ignored them, which just made them even more irate. They were drunk and attacked Mr. Kuznetsov."
Hand curling into a fist Robert fought the urge to jingle his keys in agitation. "Continue."
The officer nodded, eyes fixed on the file in his hands. "Mr. Kuznetsov managed to subdue all three of his attackers and all of them will be spending the next four days in the hospital. He suffered some minor injuries himself, but the paramedics saw to him at the scene. We have to wait until his attackers are conscious to get their statements, but they might be pressing charges. Mr. Kuznetsov used more force than was necessary in the situation and his attackers would be well in their rights to pursue legal action."
Ignoring the flicker of his conscience Robert took a half step forward. "A sentiment I can understand, but Bryan was raised in a dangerous and abusive place and as such takes threats against his welfare very seriously. Please make sure the miscreants and their lawyers know exactly what they will be up against should this matter be taken to court. Where is Bryan?"
Lookin uncomfortable the man set the file down and gestured towards a door in the back. "He's in a holding cell in the back. We didn't want to release him until you arrived here."
Robert arched an eyebrow at the man. "I realize I have little knowledge about police procedure, but I am fairly certain it is unusual to keep an assault victim locked up"
"You're correct sir, but Mr. Kuznetsov was extremely upset after the paramedics finished with him and we thought it best to keep him isolated until you arrived." Pushing open a door the sergeant inclined his head towards another door. "Right through there sir. There's an officer on the other side that will let your friend out."
Ignoring the man Robert pushed through the door, ignoring the guard, eyes immediately going to Bryan who was in the first cell. His lover's eyes were closed, head tipped backward, the tendons in his throat limed by the poor light of the cell. Bryan's left hand had been bandaged again and was resting on his thigh, fingers slightly curled and it looked like there was a faint bruise coming up on his right cheek.
"Falke."
Pale eyes, luminous in the faint light of the cell opened and locked on his and Robert could see everything. Bryan's anger, his frustration, face pulled tight against the pain of his often damaged left hand and Robert felt his heart constrict.
So reminiscent of their first meeting, nine months ago and Robert wrapped his hands around the bars and leaned against them, eyes closed. It hurt to see Bryan locked up for defending himself and in that moment he vowed to do everything in his power to make sure that nothing like this never happened to his lover again.
"Bryan."
A slight scuff of shoes on concrete and a hand cupped his cheek, a thumb touching his lips. Not caring about the guard he turned into the touch, pressing a kiss to the calloused palm.
Bryan mimicked Robert, resting his forehead against the bars, content too be that close to his partner even with the barrier between them. "Nothing serious Robert. A bruise and a stiff hand."
Robert nodded and pressed another kiss into Bryan's palm. A fight that would have disabled anyone else and Bryan had walked away with minor injuries. It was one of the only things he could thank Biovolt for; that Bryan could walk away from getting jumped by three people.
Stepping back from the bars Robert glanced at the guard who was studiously trying not to look at them. "Let him out."
The guard nodded and pressed a button on his panel. The moment the cell door was open Bryan stepped out, giving the guard a scathing look before stalking towards the door. Robert ignored the guard and followed his lover out of the station, nodding to the desk sergeant as he passed.
No words were spoken as they made their way outside and got on the road. Movement caught his attention and Robert watched from the corner of his eye as his lover removed the bandage. "Should you do that?"
Bryan slowly flexed his fingers, the bandage draped over his legs like a snakeskin. "The paramedics are paranoid and I know my body better than they do. It'll be fine without any support."
Silence descended again and Robert jumped when a hand rested on his thigh, broad thumb stroking a curved path on his leg. He dropped his hand from the steering wheel to rest over Bryan's, lacing their fingers together.
It wasn't until the castle came into view, a dark patch blocking out the stars that Robert finally allowed his thoughts to turn away from the warmth of Bryan's hand on his leg to what had happened at the jail. He had used his family's name and the power behind it to threaten the men who had attacked Bryan, to make them drop charges in the face of a legal battle they wouldn't be able to win.
The few times he had been in various boarding schools Robert had been disgusted by the way the other kids in the school did whatever they wanted before using their parents power to get out of any trouble. After a fellow student had been killed in an accident designed by two other classmates and the perpetrators had simply gotten off with a fine and expulsion Robert had vowed to never use the Jurgen name for such a selfish purpose.
Eight years and the vow was dust in less then five minutes, all to protect his lover.
Parking outside the garage Robert killed the engine and slid out, closing the door with more force than was necessary, frustration at the situation and anger at himself overriding common sense.
Robert glared at Bryan over the top of the car, lips pressed in a thin line. "I would appreciate it if you stayed in your own room for this evening." Turning on heel he strode towards the castle, anger visible in his every moment.
Slamming the door Bryan stared at his lover's retreating back. In the three months since the party and his first night sharing the noble's bed he hadn't spent a single night in his own room. Most of his stuff was still in the room that was nominally his but enough of it had migrated to Robert's room to make it seem like he belonged there. With a low growl he followed the older teen, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around.
He caught the fist the knight threw at him and using the momentum turned so they were standing back to chest, one arm across Robert's shoulder, free hand wrapped around his wrists. Fine tremors wracked the body in his arms and he kissed the pale neck, wanting some way to ease whatever was bothering the older teen. "Why are you mad at me?"
Not expecting any further violence from his normally calm lover he wasn't prepared for the foot that slammed down on his instep. Yelping in pain he didn't even try to stop Robert as he twisted out of his arms.
The noble stared at his lover, arms folded across his chest. "I never said I was mad at you falke, you simply assumed I was." He raised a hand to keep Bryan from speaking. "I am mad at myself. When I was younger I promised myself that I would never use my influence to help someone I love get out of trouble."
Shock froze Bryan in place and he couldn't move no matter how much he wanted. He had convinced himself that Robert would never fully return his feelings and he was okay with that, had planned on staying at the castle until Robert grew tired of his presence. No one wanted a nearly insane lover around for long.
The thought that Robert would actually develop such deep feelings for him, let alone admit to them had never crossed his mind.
A bittersweet smile pulling at his lips Robert turned and went inside. He was sure Bryan needed time to digest what had been said and he wanted a little time alone, to come to terms with what had happened. Admitting his feelings had been spur of the moment, driven by Bryan's injuries.
Once back in his room he locked the door, knowing even that would be a minor deterrent if Bryan really tried. He was an expert at many things that were morally questionable. Settling in one of the arm chairs by the dead hearth he took his signet ring off, weighing it in his palm.
It was dark with age, having been passed from father to son for hundreds of years. When he'd been younger he couldn't wait to have the ring, the power and prestige that came with being Lord Jurgen, protector and patriarch of the family. And now, at nearly twenty years old he was willing to destroy that family name for an ill tempered, sarcastic male. His ancestors were probably rolling over in their graves.
The door handle rattled and the sound of something heavy hitting the door echoed through the room followed by a muffled fuck. Robert smiled and set the ring on the small table by the two chairs. Some how, being a Jurgen wasn't so important anymore.
Knowing he was too wound up to sleep he stood, intending to retrieve a file he knew was in the small writing desk near the balcony. There was no sanctuary left in his home from work.
Strong hands settled on his shoulders and he was spun around and pressed back against the wall, Bryan holding him in place, with a leg between his, wrists pinned above his head with one hand. Bryan's other hand was tight on his hip, more as a ground than to keep him in place.
Tilting his head back he met Bryan's gaze, not surprised to see anger. He knew that taking a swing at his lover probably hadn't been the best idea, but he had been frustrated and angry, upset with the idiots who had started the fight in the bar and the police for their less than stellar treatment of Bryan
The grip on his wrists tightened and he relaxed. There was nothing to fear from Bryan's anger, though he knew some people would disagree with him. After all the time they had spent together he had come to realize something about his lover. While Bryan's temper was quick and burned hot he never let it control him. If anything, it sharpened his mental acuity, made him even more dangerous.
"Did you mean what you said?" Bryan's voice was low, his accent thicker as it tended to become when he was emotionally stressed.
It was all he could do to nod, knowing exactly what Bryan was asking. Blurting it out hadn't been his intention, but with his emotions running high it had been inevitable. He had not meant to say the words, but he would never take them back, because they were the truth. "Yes."
The hand around his wrist loosened, Bryan's hand sliding up to tangle their fingers together. Some of the tightness between them drained away and Bryan leaned forward, pressing his forehead against his partner's cheek. When he spoke his voice was harsh. "I can't say it Robert. It's not that the emotion isn't there but my words have never meant much to me."
He kissed Robert's jaw before continuing. "When I first went to the Abbey there were lots of children there. It took them three years to cull the group down to the five of us. That night, they pulled us all out of our rooms and dragged us to the bowels of the Abbey. Once there they tattooed us all on the back of our wrists."
Robert tried not to flinch when the hand on his hip tightened to the point of pain. He knew it wasn't intentional, that Bryan was caught in the past.
"I don't know if anyone ever noticed, but we always keep our wrists covered. You saw the scar on my right wrist after my concussion. When I was twelve, as a way to show them they didn't have control over me I cut the tattoo out of my arm. I had passed out from blood loss and probably would have died if Kai and Tala hadn't found me."
He pulled back, needing to see Robert's eyes when as he finished his tale. "That big scar on my back is from Boris after he discovered what I had done. While I was healing from that and my own inflicted wound I promised myself I would never wear another's mark for as long as I lived. I've held onto that promise for the last six years and then something changed."
Bryan stepped back slightly and released his lover's hip, undoing his pants. He pushed the fabric down to reveal the tattoo on the crest of his hip, the ink dark against pale skin. It was a seated gryphon with its tail wrapped around his feet, wings partially spread.
Reaching up he cupped Robert's face, thumb stroking over his cheek. "It was the only way I could to show it."
He pushed against the hand restraining his and Bryan squeezed before letting go. Hand trembling Robert reached up to brush his fingers over the bruise darkening Bryan's cheek. "I understand."
Bryan's head dipped. Lips touched his forehead, cheeks, the corner of his mouth and Robert shifted, mouth meeting Bryan's, tongue licking at his lover's lower lip. He pressed closer to the big, warm body, Bryan's erection hard against his hip.
Robert worked his hand between them, touching the tattoo on his lover's hip even as Bryan pushed him back against the wall, deepening the kiss, tongue gliding slickly against his.
Sliding his hand from Bryan's cheek into fine, silky lavender hair, he leaned into his lover. With a last fleeting touch to the tattoo Robert wiggled his hand into the open vee of Bryan's pants, fingers curling around the warm bulk of his lover's cock as far as the cotton of the boxers would allow.
His touch drew a groan from Bryan and his lover's hips thrust against him. Pulling back slightly to catch his breath he caught his lover's lip, biting down slightly. Bryan's panting warmed his cheek and Robert released his cock, fingers slipping through the slit, again taking Bryan's cock into hand.
He passed his thumb over the head of Bryan's cock, gathering the drop of moisture that had gathered there, spreading it over the sensitive crown. Bryan thrust against him and Robert moved his hand, cupping his hand over the turgid flesh, one finger teasing the base.
Bryan's hand moved from where it was on the wall, brushing his shoulder and down his side, before pushing between them, scrabbling to undo Robert's belt.
He stepped back to give his partner room to work, hand still tucked against Bryan's cock. The belt dropped to the floor and nimble fingers moved to his zipper, easing it down and popping the button. Bryan's hand eased under his shirt, finger tracing a circle around his navel even as his lover kissed him again, and Robert lost himself in the slow press and glide of Bryan's kiss and the minute movements of his partner's cock in his hand.
Robert wasn't sure how Bryan managed to get the rest of their clothing stripped but the next thing he was fully aware of was being on his back on the bed, Bryan straddling him. Eyes drawn to the gryphon tattoo on his lover's hip he dragged his thumb over it, awed by what it meant that Bryan, despite his hellish early life loved him enough to bear his symbol for all time.
Bryan shifted over him, leaving forward and he continued to thumb the tattoo, his other hand roaming, tracing the delineation of muscles on Bryan's stomach. Moving higher he followed a faint scar and gently touched a nipple before going back to mapping the fine scars.
Watching as Bryan settled back he found his eyes drawn to the lubrication in his lover's long fingers. The lid was flipped open and Robert had to force his hands to keep moving, not wanting Bryan to catch his sudden tension as he watched the cool gel ooze over his lover's fingers. While mostly innocent to intimacy between men he wasn't stupid and he knew what lube was used for besides easing hand jobs.
Mesmerized he watched as Bryan spread the gel over his fingers before rising on his knees and reaching back. There was a grunt of discomfort from his lover and Robert smoothed his hands over Bryan's sides, hoping to ease his lover.
Bryan's face was a picture of concentration, eyes closed, brow furrowed, teeth digging into his lower lip. Thumb again rubbing over the tattoo Robert found his attention riveted on the stretch and pull of Bryan's arm as he worked himself open.
Breath leaving his lungs in a sigh Bryan opened his eyes, dark with lust. He picked the lube back up and squeezed more onto his fingers. Shifting slightly he reached back and Robert couldn't help but thrust into the slick hand around his cock. Twice the hand slid down his length and he couldn't look away from the pleasure on Bryan's face.
The hand vanished for a moment before returning as Bryan rose higher on his knees and he found it suddenly hard to breathe, knowing what was coming. Tight heat engulfed the head of his cock and he barely managed to abort his upward thrust.
Bryan's hands curved over his shoulders and his lover sank the rest of the way down, a low groan falling from parted lips.
A hot and unbelievably tight channel surrounded him and Robert flexed his hand on Bryan's hips, not capable of moving.
He didn't remember much of his drunken coupling with Vivian but he doubted it had felt so right.
Moving Robert opened his mouth under Bryan's for a slow, deep kiss, neither of them willing to break their three points of contact.
Bryan broke away first but didn't draw back, licking and nibbling at Robert's lower lip, hips shifting minutely.
With a shaky exhalation Bryan eased back, a deep groan of pleasure echoing in his chest as the movement pressed Robert's cock against his prostate.
Robert thrust upward, as Bryan's movement tightened his entrance around his cock, pleasure racing through his body.
Hands tight on Bryan's hips hard, hard enough to bruise Robert stared at his lover, suddenly struck by his beauty. Bryan would never be considered that by most people, his features to broad, to square, to masculine, his eyes to feral even at the best of the time to be beautiful. But here, with Bryan over him, head thrown back, a pale flush suffusing his neck and upper chest, muscles pulled tight he was the most beautiful male Robert had ever seen.
Needing to touch he eased his grip and stroked his thumbs over the hollows of Bryan's hips before moving higher. Over sleekly muscled flanks, his palms slid over pebbled nipples that drew a shudder from the big body over him. He cupped Bryan's shoulders, fingers tracing curves of muscle.
Sliding his hands over Robert drew a finger over the wing of Bryan's shoulder, touching the scar as he did. Lower over more scars and hard muscle, coming to rest just above the swell of Bryan's ass.
Robert paused, fingers of one hand rubbing at the downy skin above Bryan's cleft. Sliding a hand back to Bryan's hip he slid two fingers lower, barely dipping into the crevasse.
Another hesitation and he pushed his fingers lower, touching the stretched skin of Bryan's entrance. He moved his fingers over what he could touch, awed at the feel of where he and Bryan were joined.
"One."
Robert looked up to find Bryan watching him, a narrow ring of colour visible around the pupils. "What?"
Bryan rocked forward, drawing a moan from both of them and his voice was a throaty growl when he spoke. "Push a finger in."
The words sent a thrill through Robert and without any real thought, trusting Bryan completely, he folded a finger back and pressed, index finger sliding into the clasp of his lover's body.
Teeth sinking into his lower lip Bryan started moving, thighs straining as he rose, keeping Robert's cock and finger in his body.
It was reaction that had Robert moving to press up as Bryan slid down, not wanting to be separated from his lover.
Bryan came first, his body tensing, a feral groan echoing around the room. His cock, dusky pink in colour, slowly deflated the last strands of semen dripping onto Robert's stomach.
The sight of Bryan's release on his stomach and the final spasm of his lover's body around him threw Robert over the edge. Eyes shut he rode out his orgasm, hands tight on Bryan.
He barely felt Bryan move and was barely aware of sliding from his lover's body. Bryan was a heavy weight against his side, sweaty forehead pressed on his shoulder. Tipping his head towards his lover Robert pressed his nose into sweat dampened hair, a ripple of pleasure spreading through his body as Bryan's musky scent surrounded him.
Robert dragged his hand down Bryan's back, and lower, two fingers sliding through the warm stickiness at his lover's entrance. He felt Bryan shift, spreading his legs. Feeling suddenly curious he dipped his fingers in the damp ring of muscle, barely teasing the inside.
Warm breath touched his neck, followed by the faintest hint of teeth. "Go ahead."
Trusting his lover's words Robert did as he was told, two fingers sliding easily into Bryan's body. He paused for a moment before twisting his hands, fingers brushing over a spongy bump.
The teeth on his neck became a bite and he did it again, the second touch causing Bryan to jerk against him. Bryan's hand curled around his neck lightly, thumb resting against his pulse point.
"No more at the moment."
He started to remove his fingers but Bryan's entrance tightened around them and Robert understood the unspoken words, leaving his fingers inside his lover's body.