friendlyjustin (friendlyjustin) wrote in fiftyfourdiagon, @ 2016-12-25 20:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: justin finch-fletchley |
Who: Justin and Kevin
Where: Their flat
When: December 23rd
Rating: SMUT
Justin was completely exhausted. He had worked overtime to help out a coworker or two and even though he should have said no, what was the point, really, when he knew Kevin wouldn’t be home? Or if he was, there was very little chances they’d be doing anything else than lay there on the bed, fighting sleep together. Sometimes they talked, but lately Justin hadn’t even made it to the bedroom before he had fallen asleep.
Bad sleep, terrible meals, always running around for work.. Justin was beyond miserable. Everything that should be making him happy… wasn’t. His work was satisfying only in the way that seeing patients and patching them up in the ER was ok, but it still wasn’t what he wanted. He had tried to get the one opening for the Poison Ward with very regular hours and a more quiet pace, but Eugénia had beat him to it and the look she had given him when she had accepted the position had made him want to throw up.
Sitting here on the couch, Justin could only curse her and sigh in defeat. His life wasn’t going anywhere professionally so far and personally it wasn’t much better.
He rubbed his eyes and gave a little whimper, trying to keep in the emotions that were coming up quickly. If he started to cry right now, he’d never stop..
His lower lip trembled and he tried to breathe slowly. Damn. It wasn’t working. Not at all. Once he had started thinking about how very little he saw his boyfriend, he couldn’t help thinking that by now, he wished it was way more than that between them. They were still living in 54 as boyfriends while Justin had definitely been hoping to at least be married, maybe even…
Instead he was sitting on the couch at midnight, all on his own, with nothing else than this flat, leftover takeout in the ice box and a boyfriend who was taking care of someone else a lot more than he was taking care of him. He wanted Kevin back.. his Kevin.
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Managing someone’s life who was essentially broken on the inside was not easy. When said person happened to be a famous rockstar… He wasn’t sure what he was doing. It wasn’t like he had interviews to schedule. Really, if there was anything, it was him giving statements that Myron was fine, he was working on new music, yes it would be coming out soon, no he wouldn’t talk about the Weird Sisters break up. Kevin let out a sigh. He felt like he was working hard despite not having much to do besides keeping Myron alive.
As he finished cleaning up after Myron, his mind turned to his boyfriend. He and Justin didn’t see each other nearly as much as Kevin liked. Their schedules were so crazy, and he was lucky if he saw his boyfriend for five minutes before he ended passing out. He wasn’t sure what to do though. As much abuse as there might be in his current position, he felt a loyalty to Myron, and more than a general worry about him that caused him to stay. Despite the fact that he was damned good at his job. And it wasn’t like Justin would stop being a mediwizard, not that Kevin would ever ask that of him. It was his dream.
It was just difficult. Loving someone that was never there. It wasn’t Justin’s fault; it was just… challenging.
After double checking that Myron was alright for the night, Kevin made his way down the two floors to their flat. He was sure that Justin would be asleep by now. Which is why he was so surprised when he came in to see his boyfriend on the couch, crying. “Justin?” He immediately went and sat next to him, wrapping an arm around the other man’s shoulders. “Love, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”
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The simple fact that Kevin was asking was like being shot for Justin. It was like his boyfriend didn’t know, or didn’t feel how they had grown apart and it hurt. His eyes remained closed and he tried to stop that stabbing pain he felt in his chest.
He knew he’d been working a lot, but he was one of the youngest on the team and he couldn’t afford to say no to overtime. Not just a matter of money either, but to build up his reputation as a Mediwizard. Maybe one day he’d get to pick a new post. Until then, he had crazy hours and worked a lot.
“Nothing…” he whispered, his voice unfortunately letting through all of the pain. “I’m so tired, Kev.”
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It wasn't that Kevin couldn't think of several reasons for Justin to be upset, including their present situation. He supposed that he...wasn't sure if it was something else. It wasn't like Justin really had that much time for him anyway. He was off being fancy and important with all the healing, and Kevin just...was.
A small frown pulled at his lips, and he gave Justin’s shoulder a small squeeze. He brushed his lips over his boyfriend’s temple, trying to ignore that he had hesitated for a split second. After all, what if Justin didn't want him this close?
“Do you want to go to sleep?”
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Justin just wanted to curl up on the couch with Kevin and pretend they were doing just fine. He could feel his boyfriend’s hand on his shoulder and he sighed. Why was he offering to go to bed when it was possibly the best opportunity to be together? Justin was right there, awake, and so was Kevin. Why was going to sleep the first thing on Kevin’s mind.
“Not that kind, Kevin.” Justin’s eyes were closed and he sort of leaned into Kevin’s touch, the gesture a bit tentative.
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Kevin’s frown grew as he looked at Justin. “I need more information, love,” he whispered. It wasn’t like Justin was the only one that was tired, either physically or of their situation. But he wasn’t a mind reader, and if Justin had something to say, he should just say it. Kevin knew he couldn’t say any of that though. Justin was already upset, and Kevin’s frustration wouldn’t help.
He let out a soft sigh, his hand dropped from Justin’s shoulder to the small of his back. “How about a drink? We can just stay up for a bit and talk, yeah?”
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“Yeah. A drink would be good.” Justin answered, nodding. “I have a day off tomorrow.” he whispered, a guilty look all over his face. He knew he hadn’t had one in a long time, often working when he didn’t need to be and picking up shifts to help out coworkers. He had figured it would all come back to him some day and that he might be able to do the same if he needed. It looked good as an employee to be helpful and all.
Now he could finally take that day off, but the guilt came from the knowledge that he hadn’t been home for a day off in weeks.
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Kevin nodded and got up to pour them both a glass of red wine. One good thing about working for an angry, depressed rock star? Whenever he flew off the handle and yelled at Kevin for a while, he inevitably felt guilty enough to give him a raise. Occasionally, Kevin would use that to buy them a couple good bottles of wine. For special occasions.
It just so happened that anytime they were able to drink a glass together counted as a special occasion.
Which was also extremely sad.
Kevin came back and took his seat next to Justin, the frown still pulling at his lips as he handed a glass to his boyfriend. “That's a good thing though. You need a break.” His tone was quietly encouraging, even as he racked his brain to see if he could rearrange some things tomorrow so he could actually spend time with his boyfriend.
“I-” Kevin took a sip of the wine, letting the taste spread over his tongue before he swallowed. “I'll have to go check in on Myron. Make sure he eats and stuff, but other than those times, maybe we could-” what? Actually spend time together? Novel concept, Kev.
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Justin could recognise a good wine when he drank one, thanks to years of having only the best with the Fletchleys and this one.. It was an expensive wine. He knew they couldn’t technically afford this with his ridiculous paycheck (Mediwizard didn’t have a good entry level pay) so it must have come from Kevin.
How sad was it that he didn’t even know how or when Kevin had bought this? Justin hadn’t allowed himself a drink in a long time, not if he had work the next day anyway…
He nodded, knowing he couldn’t expect Kevin to not work when he had a day off. His boyfriend had his own schedule and his own… Justin’s heart crushed a bit more as he realized they were growing apart a bit more every week. How come he was just realizing this now?
“Yeah, it’s fine.” he replied, nodding. “I just.. I just want to be home, you know?”
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“I can still be here a majority of the day, I think,” he said softly. He hoped. It depended on what sort of mood Myron was in. “I mean, if you want me to be. I would understand if you wanted to just...relax or catch up on stuff or something-”
He needed to stop talking. He wanted to spend time with his boyfriend. The last thing he needed to do was offer reasons for Justin to not spend time with him. He took another sip of his wine, looking down at his lap.
Kevin wrapped his arm around Justin again, not sure what to say next. “How is work going, anyway?” The words left his mouth before he really thought them through, and he would give anything to take them back. He had a feeling that talking about Justin’s work wasn't going to help anything at all.
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Justin tried not to be disappointed when Kevin said he thought he could be around. He couldn’t ask for his boyfriend to make time if most of the time, Justin himself couldn’t. It’s not that he didn’t want to, though. He really would prefer to be home with Kevin most of the time actually.
He looked at Kevin, his shoulders slumping a little when he changed the topic of conversation. Why wouldn’t Justin spend time with him? How could he.. Yeah, right. He was never around.
“I don’t want to talk about work.” he answered, shaking his head. “I never want to talk about work again.” St.Mungo’s was screwing up his life and he didn’t want to talk about work when he was home. Not anymore.
“Because there is no point.”
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Kevin nodded, dropping his forehead to rest on Justin’s shoulder. He racked his brain for something else to talk about, and tried not to focus on how heartbreaking that was. Justin worked a lot, and so he supposed that Kevin couldn’t really be blamed for not being able to think of what else to talk about. “Maybe tomorrow, I can grab breakfast for us when I go get Myron’s? We can eat it in bed, let you sleep in a little,” he suggested, a small smile pulling at his lips. They used to that all the time.
They both just got so busy, it made everything difficult. Kevin had a bit more free time, but extremely odd hours that didn’t mesh with Justin’s schedule at all. “Or we could watch a film?”
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This was something Justin was scared about, really. If they took out their work, what else did they have to talk about? Nothing. Nothing at all.
As soon as Justin had asked not to talk about his work, it had shifted to Myron again and Justin was starting to understand that this relationship wasn’t about both of them anymore. They were so busy with Myron and St.Mungo’s.. No wonder they hadn’t talked about having a family. They had no time for that. No time for each other and growth of their relationship.
Kevin’s head on his shoulder, the way his boyfriend was touching him since he had come home, it gave him some hope that they could get through this, but what if they didn’t? What if he cut back on the hours to be home more and just realized they didn’t fit together anymore? Sometimes love isn’t enough.
“Kev?” Justin asked, not answering any of Kevin’s previous questions. “Are we over?” his voice cracked with emotions, his lower lip trembling as he asked.
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Kevin was expecting some sort of affirmation about his plan, some enthusiasm about spending time together. He definitely hadn’t been expecting Justin to ask something like that.
Kevin’s head shot up and he looked at Justin, a slightly terrified expression on his face. “Over?” he repeated, looking at Justin like he had grown a second head. “No! Absolutely not!”
He stood, putting the wine glass on the table. He couldn’t pretend that he had no idea where that question came from, but that...Breaking up had never occurred to him. Kevin ran a hand through his hair and let out a shaky breath. “We’re not over. Alright, I know it’s been hard, but-”
Kevin retook his seat, putting his hand on Justin’s knee. “I love you. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember, and I’m not going to let anything ruin that. Not our jobs, or families; not anything. I need you.”
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Tears rolled down his cheeks, wetting the skin on their way before disappearing in his short beard. He sniffled and looked at Kevin as he reacted to his question. There were no mind games in the way he was dealing with the gnawing feeling that something had gone wrong. “Hard?” he asked, then shook his head. “Kev, we barely realize what’s going on. We got there somehow and we.. I know this is wrong. Didn’t feel wrong before, but tonight it does.” It felt wrong, so damn wrong. Justin had been studying, then there were internships and exams all at the same time. Then work had picked up and things had just flowed that way, it seemed.
“I love you too.” he whispered, then closed his eyes. “Maybe we didn’t make it through. We thought we would, but.. I’m never home.” That last part was said in a strangling voice as he realized, slowly, that this was all his fault. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I ruined everything.”
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Kevin bit his lip, refusing to show anything but determination. He wasn’t giving up on them. He wouldn’t let Justin give up either. “It’s not right, I know we miss each other here more often than not, but it won’t always be like this. You’re just starting out at Mungo’s, you have to take a few shite shifts, I get that.”
He paused for a moment, realizing that it was sounding like he was agreeing with Justin that it was all his fault. Quickly, he shook his head. “You didn’t ruin anything. Okay, this is my fault too. I’ve been so concerned with keeping Myron alive and making sure that the public doesn’t know how bad off he is… I put him ahead of us, and that’s not right.”
Kevin ducked his head, capturing his lip between his teeth again as he took the moment to come to grips with what he had said. It was something that he had been thinking for a little while that he hadn’t given voice to. It was hard to admit, but if Justin could admit fault, so could he. “I love you,” he repeated. He leaned forward slightly to press his lips to Justin’s cheek, his eyes closing. “I can’t lose you. I promise that we’ll get through this. We have to.” Kevin’s lips drifted over as he spoke softly, so that his last word was muttered against Justin’s lips.
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Justin would have argued if Kevin hadn’t been kissing him like that. He would have insisted to take the blame for what he knew was a very rough patch. It had been a long time since they had been a couple, really and he couldn’t let Kevin take all the blame. Even if his boyfriend admitted putting someone else first. Justin had put his work first as well, it didn’t make it okay for them both to do it.
He kissed back, a small chaste kiss at first, the he darted his tongue and he licked teasingly Kevin’s upper lip. “I want to keep you.” he whispered. “I’m never going to love someone else. Not like this.”
His lips trailed to the side of Kev’s mouth, then he kissed his cheek before planting a few feathery light kisses along his jawline. “I’ll keep checking for post openings. No matter where. I’ll be home more.” His hands cupped Kevin’s entire face and captured his boyfriend’s lips into a full, deep snog.
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Kevin let out a moan at the tongue on his lip, and he couldn’t help but lean forward to press closer to Justin. He was going to respond in some way, but any thoughts about what to say flew out of his head as soon as Justin’s hands were on his face. He couldn’t even think about anything else that wasn’t his boyfriend.
His tongue brushed over Justin’s while his hands landed on his sides to pull him closer as he started falling back on the sofa.
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Justin fell on top of Kevin and he settled naturally between his legs. He wasn’t a topper much and definitely wanted his boyfriend to slam into him until both of them were sore, but right now he was on top and feeling every inch of Kevin’s body as possible.
He slipped a hand under Kevin’s shirt to feel his skin and moaned, grinding against his warm body for more friction. “Take me, Kev..” he whispered in a shaky breath. It had been so long since the last time they’d had sex that Justin was wondering how he was still standing, sometimes.
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Kevin’s hands slipped from Justin’s sides to cup his arse, pressing against him as much as he could. He had trouble pin pointing the last time they had actually had sex, and he was eager to rectify that. One hand slipped up, ghosting against the skin of Justin’s back.
“Just-” he breathed against Justin’s lips. It was only a second later that his hands found the buttons of Justin’s trousers, popping it open so that he could slip a hand in to cup his boyfriend’s erection. “You want me?”
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He let out a long and deep moan, his hips bucking towards Kevin’s hand. “I’m gonna come in your hand if you handle me too much.” It had been such a long time, he wondered if it was a bad idea, really. He hadn’t even masturbated, feeling it would have been a bit disrespectful to his boyfriend. He could have had sex, they just hadn’t been home together long enough for that..
“That feels good, though.”
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Kevin gave Justin another long stroke before pulling his hand back out, planting a soft, teasing kiss to his boyfriend's lips. “Not yet,” he breathed, his hands going to Justin’s shirt instead, pushing it up the other man’s torso.
“It's going to be interesting to fuck you if I'm on bottom,” he pointed out, making no moves to change their current position. He was a fan of having Justin between his legs, much as he would have preferred to have been inside Justin.
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He licked his lips and helped his boyfriend out, taking his shirt off with a smile. “Or..” he bit his lower lip, grinning at the idea he was about to share with Kevin. “I fuck myself on top of you.” Justin offered, rolling his hips slowly and sensually.
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Kevin let out a low moan at Justin’s suggestion, his eyes closing briefly as his hands wandered over Justin’s newly exposed chest. The hips rolling against his made him groan, even as he pressed his hips up to grind against Justin as much as he could. “Merlin, yes- Please,” he sighed. One hand traveled up to tangle in Justin’s hair as he pulled him closer to let his lips trail over his boyfriend’s jaw. It felt so good to be with Justin like this again; it felt right again, finally.
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Justin’s response to Kevin’s hand in his hair was immediate and very positive. “Kevin, babe..” he moaned, leaning into the touch. He remembered, now, how much he loved it when his boyfriend played with his hair and he let Kevin pull him closer for more kisses.
“Kevin get in here..” he whispered, his hips rolling again.
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His hands dropped to the waist of Justin’s trousers, pushing them down as much as could. “You’ll need to get off so we can get these out of the way,” he said, glaring slightly at both of their trousers. It had been far too long, and anything in the way of Kevin reconnecting with Justin deserved to be punished.
Once Justin had slid off of him, Kevin’s hands immediately went to work divesting his boyfriend of his trousers and underwear. He couldn’t help himself from giving his cock a languid stroke, a smirk pulling at his lips as he looked at Justin. “I love you,” he said softly, deciding that it was high time he was naked as well. It only took another moment for him to wriggle out of his own clothing, his eyes staying on Justin the entire time.
“Come here. I’ve got to warm you up.” His hand found Justin’s upper thigh to encourage him to rejoin him on the couch. He had absolutely no problem taking his time making Justin feel good.
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Justin smirked when Kevin took his clothes off and he couldn’t help but think of how hot his boyfriend was. He was fully erected and quite ready to get fucked, so he definitely joined him on the couch, leaning in to kiss Kevin deeply as he straddled his lap.
His fingers slipped into his boyfriend’s hair, playing with the short locks at the nape of his neck. “I love you.” He whispered back when he pulled back briefly to breathe.
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The kiss was something that was easy to get lost in. Justin’s weight settling over him was something that he craved, and his arms automatically wrapped around Justin to pull him closer. With Justin pressed against his chest, his hand slipped between them, one finger pressing against the puckered flesh of Justin’s asshole.
Kevin raised his hips slightly, his finger still working over Justin as their erections brushed together, and he sucked in a sharp breath. “I need you, so much-” he sighed, his lips brushing over Justin’s as his finger slid in deeper to stretch his boyfriend.
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“Oh God, Kevin..” he moaned, his hands tightening their grip on Kevin’s hair. Justin darted his tongue and licked at his boyfriend’s upper lip like he had before, moving his hips to get more of Kevin’s finger inside of him.
“Deeper.. Please.. Just fuck me, Kev.” Justin wanted to be taken roughly, his need for release trumping over his need for intimacy and loving exploration. There would be plenty of time for that later, once the edge had been taken care of.
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Much as he craved being inside of Justin, he couldn’t risk doing any damage. “In a moment,” he sighed. His second finger eased inside, pushing and stretching as much as he could.
It was another few moments before he felt that Justin was stretched out enough, and he he shifted slightly, pushing on Justin’s hips gently as he lined his cock up with his boyfriend’s hole.
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As much as Justin wanted Kevin inside of him, he gasped and shook his head. “Wait, stop.” he said softly, pulling his face away. Fingers were one thing, they were slim and it was sort of sexy and fun to get teased without lube. But Kevin’s cock was an entire other thing, really.
“Where’s.. We need a wand, butter or something.” In a pinch, yeah, anything would do as far as lube was concerned.
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Kevin immediately took his hands off of Justin’s skin when he was told to stop. He let out a groan as he realized that Justin was right. Lube, lube was important. “Hang on,” he sighed, reaching to the floor to pull his pants towards him so he could grab his wand. He quickly summoned the lube from their bedroom, catching it a little awkwardly from his position of half hanging off the couch.
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Justin leaned in and nipped at Kevin’s jawline for a moment, unable to keep his hands or mouth off of him. “Would be..” his fingernails scraped at Kevin’s side as his desire grew exponentially. He had missed this, those moments of pure heat and passion. It would normally be too late for him to have any kind of energy, but as exhausted as he was and as draining as that talk had been, he couldn’t help himself.
It had been too long and now the dam had broken down. He wasn’t going to be able to sleep at all.
“Are you comfortable?”
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Kevin let out a sigh as Justin’s hands moved over him. Merlin, he needed this. They needed this. Right now, it felt like it used to. When they had first gotten together and couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. When he finally got what he wanted, and he thought that everything would be easy sailing from that point. He’d been wrong about that, they may have hit some choppy water, but for the first time in a while, Kev felt like things were working out for them.
He quickly put a dollop of lube in his hands, making sure to coat his fingers before sliding them back into Justin. “Just- You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he sighed. His hips pressed up slightly, his erection brushing against Justin’s asscheek as he continued to lube up his boyfriend.
“You want me?”
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That couch was slightly too narrow and it was getting uncomfortable, but Kevin’s fingers made him forget that maybe they should be fucking in bed. Justin let out a really loud and long moan, his arse sticking out as his lower back arched towards his boyfriend’s body.
“Always..” he whispered, pushing his arse towards Kevin’s fingers to get him to fuck him with his fingers. “Kev.. baby, please..”
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Kevin pressed against Justin again, his eyes closing in pleasure. When he felt like Justin was ready, he removed his fingers, putting another bit of lube on his hand before dropping the bottle on the floor. He gave himself a few slow strokes, his eyes glued to Justin’s face the entire time before he lined himself up again. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth as pushed himself against the puckered flesh of his boyfriend’s arsehold.
One hand found purchase on Justin’s hip, encouraging him again to sit back, to envelope Kevin completely. “Fuck, love. I want you to ride me,” he breathed, his hand shaking against Justin’s skin from the effort to control himself.
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Kevin was absolutely gorgeous and Justin couldn’t help himself. They were having some pretty messy sex and Kevin’s flushed skin, his tousled hair, the faint smell of lube in the air, his boyfriend’s shakings hands and his lubed, throbbing cock…
He bit his lower lip and followed the flow of their lovemaking, sitting down slowly on Kevin’s erection, moaning his name as he felt himself getting filled up pretty quickly. It was an amazing sensation and Justin was rather eager to fulfill his lover’s request.
His hands gripped the armrest at both sides of Kevin’s head as he waited a moment, making sure he was getting used to the length of Kevin’s sock before moving, going slowly at first.
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Kevin gasped quietly as Justin took him in, his eyes closing in bliss at the feeling. Justin was so fucking right and hot, and Kevin’s grip on his hip shifted, clutching at his boyfriend’s thigh. He couldn't let himself move, not yet. If he did, it would only be to slam into him, and that...it had been too long for that.
Besides, Justin controlling it, doing whatever he wanted to make himself feeling good...Kevin loved that; loved watching his man enjoy himself. His other hand trailed up Justin’s chest softly, a deep contrast compared to his grip on the other man's thigh. “Justin- you feel…” Kevin let out a soft groan as he was fully seated inside Justin again. “So fucking amazing.”
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With one of his hands, he cupped Kevin’s face and leaned in to kiss him deeply. His moves were deliberately slow as it had been such a long time since he had been penetrated, but he wanted so much more and his own erection twitched at the mere thought of being taken hard and fast. Gosh, he loved that.
Justin’s lips kissed his boyfriend’s cheek and jawline before simply resting his nose and lips against Kevin’s cheek. His moves were getting a bit faster, now, the need for more sort of trumping over the fact that he should definitely be going slower.
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The hand on Justin’s thigh drifted over as his boyfriend's cock twitched. He slowly stroked Justin. Even as the other man sped up, getting more desperate, his strokes on Justin’s cock were slow and measured.
Kevin let out a sigh, pressing his nose into Justin's cheek as he just let himself experience this. The reconnection with the man he loved was special, and something they had so desperately needed. “I love you, Justin,” he breathed.
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Kevin’s breathy voice made Justin moan. It was so sexy and never failed to turn him on. He took his boyfriend’s cock deeper, whimpering at how amazing it felt, both physically but emotionally as well.
Planting kisses wherever he could find, he whispered Kevin’s name, feeling his orgasm inching closer with every stroke.
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He knew Justin. He knew him inside and out, knew his reactions, could practically be a mind reader if they had been around each other for hours at a time. He knew Justin was close, so the hand on his cock sped up, Kevin’s strokes getting faster.
“Come for me, baby.”
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Panting, Justin moaned his boyfriend’s name and his whole body tightened as his orgasm washed through him. “Oh my god…” he whispered, riding Kevin’s cock for a while longer. It was one of the reasons he loved bottoming so much, though. It was still highly enjoyable for him even if he had come and sometimes, round 3 or 4 were pretty dry as far as he was concerned semen wise, but it wasn’t stopping him from liking getting fucked 7 ways into the next morning.
He was a MediWizard, dry orgasms were a thing and they are really pretty awesome.
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Kevin grip on Justin’s waist tightened while he stroked justin through his orgasm. He was holding on to all the control he could, wanting this to last as long as possible. He let out a groan, the grip on Justin’s waist encouraging a slightly faster tempo.
“Fuck, Justin- I’m gonna-” He couldn’t hold back anymore, and he groaned again as he came inside Justin. More than anything he didn’t want to stop, and he would be extremely happy if he and Justin could just fuck all night long.
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Justin planted kisses all over Kevin’s face as he rode him as fast as his boyfriend was encouraging him to. His groan brought a smile to his lips and he kept kissing him, very satisfied for the moment. “Hey,” he whispered, darling his tongue to lick at the sheen of sweat over Kevin’s skin on his neck. “I’m sure we’ve still got some of that potion.”
He didn’t want this to be the night they’d just roll over and fall asleep until the next day. Oh no. This was one of those nights where they wouldn’t be getting any sleep. Or well.. “Wanna fuck all night?” he offered, pulling away and waggling his eyebrows at Kevin.
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