When Brian caught his breath, he nuzzled Justin's neck and then brushed his lips against it, right at the pulse point. Those small, gentle touches sent wave upon wave of heat coursing through Justin's body (after an hour of teasing, Justin was so hard he was convinced a soft breeze could push him over the edge, causing him to cum buckets). Then Brian started laying open-mouthed kisses all over Justin's neck, up and down his ear, and across his cheek until Brian's lips met Justin's. Justin looked up at the man, eyes wide, startled and eager. Brian kissed Justin's lips several more times, just loving the feel of them on his. He drew the tip of his tongue along Justin's lower lip, bit it gently, and sucked it into his mouth. Then suddenly, his hands were buried in Justin's hair, his tongue buried in his mouth. He kissed Justin hard and deep. Hungrily. The taste of Justin, the softness of his lips when they came in contact with his, was intoxicating. He kissed Justin more and more deeply, as though he'd been drowning and were now gasping, taking in larger and larger gulps of air to stop the burning in his chest (and that's exactly the effect it had). Justin moaned and threaded his fingers into Brian's hair, kissing him as deeply, as desperately. All he could think was "Oh my fucking God!" and "More. God, please, more."

Brian slid his right hand down behind Justin, down to his ass, and pushed and pulled until Justin's body was pressed more tightly against his and half lying down. Then Brian pushed them both to the floor. Brian was now lying on top of Justin, kissing him as desperately as before (maybe more so). Justin didn't even realize that they'd switched positions, not until he felt soft fur against his skin. He moaned again and pulled Brian's face even closer, kissing him more deeply.

Before Justin knew what was happening, his legs were on Brian's shoulders, Brian's sheathed and lubed cock poised at his entrance. Brian broke their kiss then and stated huskily, "I want you so much, Justin."

Justin swallowed hard and replied, in a breathy whisper, "Fuck me, Brian. Please."

Brian closed his eyes for a moment (to shove the "Oh God" back into his lungs before it could escape his lips) and then started pushing his cock inside Justin. Then he buried his face in Justin's neck and groaned. Justin bit his lip and shut his eyes tight. It had been so long since he'd bottomed. The pain was almost as excruciating as the first time. But then Brian was licking and sucking on his neck. At the pulse point and then at the base (at the back). For a second, Justin wondered how Brian guessed that that was his weakness (the spot on his neck that gave him so much pleasure that it set him to trembling and almost hurt). But that thought was soon sucked out of his brain by Brian's firm lips and warm, wet tongue. Electricity started crackling through his veins, pain and pleasure dueling for dominance. Just when Justin thought the pain would win out, Brian paused, turning Justin's head, licking Justin's lips and then diving back in, thrusting his tongue into Justin's mouth, threading his fingers through Justin's hair, and kissing him so passionately that Justin felt like he'd gotten the wind knocked out of him. An overwhelming urgency flooded Justin's senses then. He needed, like he'd never needed anything before, Brian to be fully ensconced in his body, to fill him completely, to be as close to the man as possible. So he deepened their kiss as he pushed back against Brian, sending Brian's cock all the way inside him. Brian pulled back then and cried out, "Oh Fuck! Fuck!" Justin was so fucking tight. Impossibly tight. Brian wondered then if Justin had let anyone else fuck him since their tryst in the alley two years ago. But that thought was soon overshadowed by Brian's need to thrust, to slide his cock in and out of this deliciously vise-like space. He was so dizzy. He could barely even see. All he could do was feel. It was like he was floating on, surrounded by, completely enveloped in something so warm. So fucking warm.

He muttered, "Oh fuck…yes. Yes."

Then he breathed, "Justin" like it was a prayer.

Justin panted as he watched Brian. Brian's eyes were glazed over, and his face held an expression of bliss. Justin licked his lips and quickened the pace, pushing back harder against Brian's cock. He was entranced by Brian's responses. He couldn't, wouldn't, look away. Not for anything.

After a couple of minutes, Brian drew himself up to his knees and pushed Justin's legs higher up on his shoulders, spreading them wider. He needed to go deeper, to thrust faster. He grabbed Justin by the waist and started pounding into him. He licked his lips and threw back his head. He couldn't even speak now. Just moan and grunt.

Justin pushed himself up on his elbows and looked down, between them, watching Brian's cock slide in and out of him. His own cock was enjoying the sight, the sensations, so much that it was now purple and leaking copious quantities of precum. Justin thought he'd die if he didn't cum soon.

And then he did die. Brian slipped his hand firmly around Justin's dick, squeezed hard (drawing from Justin a loud, "Ohhhh!") and started stroking it. Three strokes and Justin bucked, arching his back as he cried out, "Oh Fuck! Brian…Brian." His vision exploded in a flash of white light, and he came hard, sending cum skyward like his cock was a fountain. Brian roared as Justin's ass clamped down on his cock and thrust just once more before cumming so hard he almost blacked out.

Then they were all sweat and heaving chests, holding onto each other for dear life.

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Brian and Justin literally spent the rest of the night fucking (Brian was never so glad that he had his own bathroom, with, at his insistence, a large shower, one large enough to fit several people). They fucked and sucked on the couch, behind, under, and on Brian's desk, in the shower (a couple of times), and even on Justin's drafting table, Brian sitting in the chair and Justin riding him, leaning back against the tilted surface and holding onto Brian's legs for leverage. Then after watching dawn break over the hundreds of tall buildings forming the skyline, they passed out on the bearskin rug, Justin firmly nestled in Brian's arms.