Title: The Other Side
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testdog65
Fandom/Pairing/Prompt: QAF/Brian and Justin/Loved
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Late night porn.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but they did make me write this.
Highlight for Warnings: * Please note the Rating and the Summary.*
Beta: None. Even though I know better.
"You're on the wrong side of the bed." Brian's words drift out sleepy and muffled from where he's wedged in behind me. I'm barely awake, and I think about ignoring him. He doesn't say anything else, and I'm almost out again when I feel him wiggle his toes against my ankle and then push a little harder.
"Tired," I mumble, but the word gets lost in the pillow. Brian pushes against my ankle again, and I turn my head slightly so that my next response is clearer. "I think you fucked me to death." I give his foot a halfhearted push back. "And I'm not moving."
Brian snorts and murmurs something unintelligible into my hair. Then he shifts until he's pressing his whole body into the back of me. He feels warm against my skin, and I let a sigh escape before he tightens his arm around my waist and then just breathes me in.
I'm almost asleep again when Brian loosens his hold on me. He drags his hand across my hip and down the length of my thigh where he curls his fingers over my knee and pulls back. Just a little. I lift up, and then he's moving his hips closer into me as he pulls my top leg more fully over his. I feel his semi-hard cock come to rest in the cleft of my ass, and I wriggle around a bit until the length of him is pressing along my crack.
He stays still after that, and I think maybe he really was just trying to get more comfortable. But I know better, and soon his hand is moving again. This time he slides it back up my thigh and over my stomach, before traveling down to cup me between my legs. He doesn't move for a minute, just holds his hand there and continues to breathe into my hair. I think about turning around so I can kiss him, but I don't.
It doesn't take long for the warmth of his hand to have an effect as I begin to harden against his palm. I smile to myself as I feel the response from Brian's own cock. He gives a short huff into the back of my neck, and I know he's smiling, too.
I realize after a few more minutes of half-sleep that he's been moving his hand on me. His touch is light with no real purpose. Just a lazy, patternless caress on the taut skin of my dick. And then he's sliding his fingers lower, gently rolling my balls and tugging at the skin of my sack. Brian shifts slightly, and I gasp when he presses the length of his hardness against my hole, still sensitive from before.
"Alright?" He asks, and I nod against the pillow. I want to push back into him, show him that it's OK, but the slow movement of his hand and the light pressure of his cock, combined with the soft edge of sleep, have me in an almost trance-like state that leaves me boneless and placid.
I'm not sure how long we stay like that, but eventually I become aware that he's moving his hips in a gently rolling rhythm. His hand, back on my dick now, strokes with the same measured tempo. I moan a little as he runs the pad of his thumb across my slit before tightening his grip. His hard length continues to press all along my crack, and I let myself be rocked between his cock and his hand.
"Need to fuck you again." Brian's voice is raspy and quiet, but I can hear the desire. And the question. I answer him by sliding my fingers under the pillow until I feel the sharp edge of a condom wrapper. I manage to fumble it open using my teeth, and Brian's rolling it on before I've fully processed the fact that he's taken it from me.
And then there's the blunt pressure and initial stretch. I suck in a breath as he starts to slip inside. I'm still open and slick from the last time, but I can feel the extra intensity of the burn, and I grip his hip to slow him down.
"Hey." He uses his fingers on my chin to turn my face towards his. There's just enough light for me to see the concern there, but I don't want him to stop. I push back with my hips, and he slides in further. And then his lips are on mine; hungry, wet, insistent. The angle is awkward, but I open my mouth to his, strain to kiss him deeper, let my tongue slide along his, taste him and taste myself.
When he finally pulls away, he touches his forehead to mine and just breathes. And he's inside me. All the way. I didn't realize how empty I was feeling until now. Until he's filling me again, and I move my hand back on his hip to hold him there. The burn and the stretch are still there, but it's good, and I let it flow through me, sending heat out from where we're connected until there's nothing left but Brian inside me, wrapped around me, everywhere.
The urge to move is too great, but instead of pulling out, Brian sinks into me further and then barely rolls back before pushing in again. Just that same gentle rocking motion as before, but now he's inside of me. And every time he shifts forward, I tense around him, wanting to hold him there, right there. I can feel his balls, tight and full, pressing hard at the skin just behind my own, and the added pressure, now from outside and inside, makes me feel the fuck everywhere. In my ass, in my balls and cock, and in a place so deep inside that only Brian's ever touched.
He's gripping my hip, using the extra leverage to rock me back into him. His fingers are digging into my skin, and I know he'll leave bruises, leave his mark on me. I reach back and overlay his hand with mine, forcing his fingers even harder into my skin, and he groans.
Brian's thrusts are controlled and slow, but I can feel the tension in him as he fights to restrain himself. I don't want him to, and I try to increase the movement of my hips the next time he rolls back. But he holds me still and presses his lips to my ear.
"No." One word, just a whisper. And then both of his arms are around me, encircling me, holding me tightly to him so I can't move, can't do anything but let him have this, have me.
He's pushing deeper now, not pulling back at all, just trying to bury himself as far inside as he can, and I feel the head of his cock rubbing over my prostate again and again, not letting up. It's building inside me; the pressure, the fullness, the overwhelming need, and suddenly it's too much, and I'm coming with a hard, sharp burst of release so intense, so incredibly deep that I'm only aware of Brian's orgasm pulsing through me as an echo of my own.
I don't know how long I float at the edge of consciousness, fragmented and ungrounded. But the soft feel of Brian's breath on my skin and the warm weight of his body against mine eventually reconnect me with myself. Brian hasn't stopped holding me, and his cock's still inside of me. I know he'll have to pull out eventually, but he'll wait for me to fall asleep before he does.
And just as I'm drifting off, I hear his muffled voice again. "You're still on the wrong side of the bed." My lips curve into a lazy smile as he kisses the back of my head and settles himself around me.
Author/Artist:
testdog65Fandom/Pairing/Prompt: QAF/Brian and Justin/Loved
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Late night porn.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but they did make me write this.
Highlight for Warnings: * Please note the Rating and the Summary.*
Beta: None. Even though I know better.
"You're on the wrong side of the bed." Brian's words drift out sleepy and muffled from where he's wedged in behind me. I'm barely awake, and I think about ignoring him. He doesn't say anything else, and I'm almost out again when I feel him wiggle his toes against my ankle and then push a little harder.
"Tired," I mumble, but the word gets lost in the pillow. Brian pushes against my ankle again, and I turn my head slightly so that my next response is clearer. "I think you fucked me to death." I give his foot a halfhearted push back. "And I'm not moving."
Brian snorts and murmurs something unintelligible into my hair. Then he shifts until he's pressing his whole body into the back of me. He feels warm against my skin, and I let a sigh escape before he tightens his arm around my waist and then just breathes me in.
I'm almost asleep again when Brian loosens his hold on me. He drags his hand across my hip and down the length of my thigh where he curls his fingers over my knee and pulls back. Just a little. I lift up, and then he's moving his hips closer into me as he pulls my top leg more fully over his. I feel his semi-hard cock come to rest in the cleft of my ass, and I wriggle around a bit until the length of him is pressing along my crack.
He stays still after that, and I think maybe he really was just trying to get more comfortable. But I know better, and soon his hand is moving again. This time he slides it back up my thigh and over my stomach, before traveling down to cup me between my legs. He doesn't move for a minute, just holds his hand there and continues to breathe into my hair. I think about turning around so I can kiss him, but I don't.
It doesn't take long for the warmth of his hand to have an effect as I begin to harden against his palm. I smile to myself as I feel the response from Brian's own cock. He gives a short huff into the back of my neck, and I know he's smiling, too.
I realize after a few more minutes of half-sleep that he's been moving his hand on me. His touch is light with no real purpose. Just a lazy, patternless caress on the taut skin of my dick. And then he's sliding his fingers lower, gently rolling my balls and tugging at the skin of my sack. Brian shifts slightly, and I gasp when he presses the length of his hardness against my hole, still sensitive from before.
"Alright?" He asks, and I nod against the pillow. I want to push back into him, show him that it's OK, but the slow movement of his hand and the light pressure of his cock, combined with the soft edge of sleep, have me in an almost trance-like state that leaves me boneless and placid.
I'm not sure how long we stay like that, but eventually I become aware that he's moving his hips in a gently rolling rhythm. His hand, back on my dick now, strokes with the same measured tempo. I moan a little as he runs the pad of his thumb across my slit before tightening his grip. His hard length continues to press all along my crack, and I let myself be rocked between his cock and his hand.
"Need to fuck you again." Brian's voice is raspy and quiet, but I can hear the desire. And the question. I answer him by sliding my fingers under the pillow until I feel the sharp edge of a condom wrapper. I manage to fumble it open using my teeth, and Brian's rolling it on before I've fully processed the fact that he's taken it from me.
And then there's the blunt pressure and initial stretch. I suck in a breath as he starts to slip inside. I'm still open and slick from the last time, but I can feel the extra intensity of the burn, and I grip his hip to slow him down.
"Hey." He uses his fingers on my chin to turn my face towards his. There's just enough light for me to see the concern there, but I don't want him to stop. I push back with my hips, and he slides in further. And then his lips are on mine; hungry, wet, insistent. The angle is awkward, but I open my mouth to his, strain to kiss him deeper, let my tongue slide along his, taste him and taste myself.
When he finally pulls away, he touches his forehead to mine and just breathes. And he's inside me. All the way. I didn't realize how empty I was feeling until now. Until he's filling me again, and I move my hand back on his hip to hold him there. The burn and the stretch are still there, but it's good, and I let it flow through me, sending heat out from where we're connected until there's nothing left but Brian inside me, wrapped around me, everywhere.
The urge to move is too great, but instead of pulling out, Brian sinks into me further and then barely rolls back before pushing in again. Just that same gentle rocking motion as before, but now he's inside of me. And every time he shifts forward, I tense around him, wanting to hold him there, right there. I can feel his balls, tight and full, pressing hard at the skin just behind my own, and the added pressure, now from outside and inside, makes me feel the fuck everywhere. In my ass, in my balls and cock, and in a place so deep inside that only Brian's ever touched.
He's gripping my hip, using the extra leverage to rock me back into him. His fingers are digging into my skin, and I know he'll leave bruises, leave his mark on me. I reach back and overlay his hand with mine, forcing his fingers even harder into my skin, and he groans.
Brian's thrusts are controlled and slow, but I can feel the tension in him as he fights to restrain himself. I don't want him to, and I try to increase the movement of my hips the next time he rolls back. But he holds me still and presses his lips to my ear.
"No." One word, just a whisper. And then both of his arms are around me, encircling me, holding me tightly to him so I can't move, can't do anything but let him have this, have me.
He's pushing deeper now, not pulling back at all, just trying to bury himself as far inside as he can, and I feel the head of his cock rubbing over my prostate again and again, not letting up. It's building inside me; the pressure, the fullness, the overwhelming need, and suddenly it's too much, and I'm coming with a hard, sharp burst of release so intense, so incredibly deep that I'm only aware of Brian's orgasm pulsing through me as an echo of my own.
I don't know how long I float at the edge of consciousness, fragmented and ungrounded. But the soft feel of Brian's breath on my skin and the warm weight of his body against mine eventually reconnect me with myself. Brian hasn't stopped holding me, and his cock's still inside of me. I know he'll have to pull out eventually, but he'll wait for me to fall asleep before he does.
And just as I'm drifting off, I hear his muffled voice again. "You're still on the wrong side of the bed." My lips curve into a lazy smile as he kisses the back of my head and settles himself around me.
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