Surrender

Fuck, I need more. I don't know what the hell's gotten into me tonight, but I just can't seem to get enough of Justin.

I feel his body slump back and hear his long, drawn out sigh and I know that he's probably only a heartbeat away from sleep, but…

He probably thinks that he doesn't have anything left, but I know he does.

And I'm willing to prove it to him.

He's so zoned out that he doesn't move when I lean across him, grabbing the necessary supplies from the nightstand. And he doesn't budge as I settle again between his legs, still lazily spread open. But when I lay down on top of him, pressing the head of my slick cock against his hole his eyes pop open suddenly and he asks…

"Bri…?"

But before he can even finish my name, I'm in, and the long moan that rumbles from Justin's throat is a sure indication that he's right there with me now.

Ahhh, that sweet surrender. He always gives me what I want…because I know that he wants it just as badly.

I think that's why we work so well together. Because without the unnecessary bullshit of too many words we understand each other. At least most of the time. When I think back to the time not too long ago when we lost that ability to read one another, I can't help but cringe.

So I try…and he tries…and most of the time we get it right. And when we don't, we deal with it…get over it…and move on. Because the alternative is one that I know neither of us is willing to ever go through again.

Justin's channel tightens around me forcefully and I snap back to the present as his ass tries to shove me out as I plow in. His body's still reeling from his orgasm, not having had a real break between then and now, but I know that if I press it…work him a little harder…he'll start to relax and…

"Yeah," I whisper, already feeling him loosen up a little. I notice as the tenseness in his limbs that were wrapped far too tightly around my body begins to lessen as he gives in and lets the pleasure take over.

"Good boy…so good."

With the pressure against my dick now bearable I can't seem to stop myself as my raw, animal need takes over and I'm fucking Justin hard and fast and so goddamned deep that I swear, if he opens his mouth any wider I'll see my dick.

I feel Justin's erection grow and press firmly into my stomach as I rock back and forth against it. And when it throbs, like it just did, I want to scream because his ass follows suit and my own dick is treated to an exquisite squeeze that shoots fucking waves of pleasure as big as whitecaps down my spine.

And I know he's feeling it too.

He's moaning and begging and calling out for more.

"Harder, Brian…fuck me harder…faster…ahhhhh, yeah."

I grin wickedly through my pants because I can't help but love it when the true slut in him rears its perfect, blond head, driving me on…making me crazy.

So I pound and I pound and I pound some more until we're both teetering on the edge and then he does something that sends me spiraling head first into the abyss, pulling him right along beside me.

I feel his wet finger slip inside my hole…and I hiss and gasp as the burn takes over, reminding me of how he did me so good, and before I know it I'm moaning and wailing and coming so hard and so fucking long that I don't think I'll ever stop.

And when I finally do, Justin's orgasm begins and I force my eyes open, needing to see him and my body reacts instinctively as one more spurt shoots out of me from the breathtaking sight.

And I can't help but surrender to the exhaustion off my aching limbs, crashing down on Justin, hearing him grunt beneath me as my full weight settles on his smaller frame.

And I'm totally content to stay right here…so I do.

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