Unfair Advantage

Justin's POV: Fucking bastard. One minute we're arguing about dinner then the next we're in bed with me sucking his cock. Now how the fuck did that happen? I try to stand my ground, hold firm to my convictions but, shazam! He's on his back and his cock is down my throat. It's unfair. I just don't get it. Am I that easy? His little sex slut? No matter how angry I am with him, he gives me that look, says my name in that breathy sexy voice and I'm on my knees. It's so unfair. He can get me to do anything he wants, Mister Sex on Two Legs. I may be cute but I've seen him stop traffic on Liberty Avenue with one arch of his eyebrow. Shit, how does he do this to me? Must be his gorgeous eyes. The way they change color with the light or his moods. Or it could be the way he touches me. That simple caress of his thumb across my cheek and I'm a goner. Maybe it's his smile. That know-it-all tongue in cheek smirk. And I know it's his scent. Spicy and masculine but subtle like a whisper on a breeze, barely there and uniquely Brian. But mostly, it's his kiss. All it takes is just one kiss to make me a puddle o' Sunshine. He can make me forget my own name with his kisses. I certainly don't remember what we were arguing about. One kiss and Liberty's most famous cock is my main course. Well, Mr. Stud, two can play that game . I'm gonna make him cum and cum till he screams and... "Justin." "Hmm?" "Come up here." "But I'm not finished." "Later, want to kiss you." Yeah, it's definitely his kiss. Like now, the way he's nibbling on my neck and buries his face in my hair. Inhaling me, breathing me into him, making me a part him when he kisses me. I belong to him. I'm home with him and he knows it. I never want him to stop. God, I want him so much, need him now. "Brian, please." "What do you want, Justin?" "I want more." "More what?" "Want to suck your cock." "Yeah." So unfair. I'm a lucky bastard!

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