Gah, this is so freakin' hot. *fans herself*

His ass is so tight, so fucking tight, and I can feel him clenching around me. His head is down and he’s rocking back into me, moaning low and deep. I can tell he’s holding back, trying to stay quiet.

Oh, this is such a kink of mine! GUH!

Beyond the porn, this was just an excellent fic. You've got both Brian and Justin's S1 selves down perfectly here.

I can hardly believe he’s here again. Sure, I can always act as if I’m expecting him when he walks into my bedroom and fucks me, but truth is, I’m not. When it happens, I always start to think that maybe, just maybe, I’m more to him than just a fuck.

I love this, the vulnerability behind Justin's confidence.

Next thing you know, I’m letting myself in the back door at Debbie’s, skirting past the washing machine and skipping the creaky fifth step on the stairs.

This is a fabulous detail, reminding us subtly of Brian's history here.

I can smell the cigarette smoke lingering around us, mixed with the smell of come and musk and sex. I want to watch him, his mouth wrapped around my dick. I want to touch his dark hair, mussy and gorgeous. But as his hand wraps around my balls, gentling them in his palm, I can’t concentrate.

More sharp details -- I can see and smell and feel this passage.

This is one of my favorites of yours!