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THE ART OF ADDICTION
“I was serious about the coffee.”
“Don’t fucking annoy me, Justin.”
Brian stood naked behind the kitchen counter, a pot of freshly brewed coffee in his hand. It was the morning after Justin had warned him about insomnia and heart attacks.
“See? You’re so grumpy because of your insomnia.”
“I can sleep when I’m dead.” One mug was filled, and sugar added.
“Which you will be, once you’ve got a heart attack from all that caffeine.”
“Justin!”
The boy looked unbelievably smug and sweetly innocent in his loose pyjama pants as Brian put the pot down with a loud sound: “Could you stop nagging me about coffee?”
“You’re addicted.” Justin nodded firmly. “And addicts need help.”
Brian snorted before taking a sip of the wonderful dark liquid. “And how do you figure that I am an addict?”
“Firstly, you’ve been consuming for a longer period of time.” Justin had hopped of the chair and was now counting off his fingers: “Secondly, you’re consuming in steady rhythms. Thirdly, you’re consuming more than three times a day. And, finally, you ignore any reasonable explanation why it would be better to stop.”
That simply earned him a grin, and a strong pushing movement on his shoulders: “Judging from those criteria, you would be addicted to my cum, too.”
But Justin resisted. He did have an SAT Score of 1500, he could figure out that there was a mistake in this equation. And he smelled a challenge. And, Justin was pretty fucking smart, anyway.
“I have been consuming for a longer period of time?” Innocent voice. Brian lifted an eyebrow, as if he had a clue where this was leading. Instead of answering, he gave another push. Justin really wanted to suck Brian’s dick, but he knew that he could get a lot more out of this! “And in steady rhythms?”
The second eyebrow arched upwards as well.
“More than three times a day?”
“Justin”, Brian’s voice was low, but clearly menacing. That didn’t stop the kid, though: “And you haven’t given me any reasonable explanation why it would be better to stop.”
Brian would not answer any of these comments for sure – what the lad expected was all the usual: “You so care about me! You love me soooo much!” Well, he could wait eternally for that one. But Brian still wanted a blowjob, because maybe Justin wasn’t, but he would call himself addicted alright. A few months were more than anyone had ever gotten from him, three times a day sounded vaguely realistic and it would be best to stop before he got himself into something that he couldn’t control.
The smirk on Justin’s face made Brian think, maybe it already is too late. To his surprise though, that didn’t only annoy him, but he got hard, too. Justin snatching control from him? A blond kid, barely eighteen?
Justin jumped as long fingers wrapped around his wrist. “Do you want me to?”, Brian asked clearly, his grip a little tighter than necessary.
“If you can.”
This time, Brian’s lips curled into a smirk. That persistent little shit. He pulled Justin’s body flush against him with a strong jerk, and then lifted the boy’s wrist oh-so slowly… one look into the blue eyes, nailing him to the floor with his gaze, not his force, as his tongue ran up Justin’s wrist and over his palm, tickling sensitive nerve endings at the tip of each finger.
“Brian!”, Justin was trying to laugh it off, but that look, the light prickling in his hand, those teeth so close to his pulse… he watched, mesmerized, “I’ve got a class…”
Brian’s chuckle ran down his spine. “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll get to your class.” He stepped around Justin, still holding onto the kid’s wrist, but Brian’s lips rested on the lobe of his ear now, only whispering: “But I’d like to explain to you beforehand why it would be better to stop.” His bare hips suddenly pressed into Justin’s ass, the other hand covered his cock through the thin cotton as teeth bit down on pale skin.
Justin felt the hard cock pressing into his crack, the warm pleasure and sharp pain, and his head dropped back onto shoulder of the man behind him, a quiet moan escaping his lips.
Brian grinned. So beautiful. So easily spun out of control. So willingly giving in. He had no doubt that Justin didn’t know where this was going. He had no doubt that Justin didn’t suspect any evil. The low purr that rumbled against his throat, and then a soft kiss from Justin’s lips on Brian’s neck as he slid his hands into the pyjama pants confirmed that. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”
Justin chuckled, and then shuddered. Brian’s naked fingers had started stroking his cock lightly, the thumb of the other hand tapping against his pulse, reminding him of the firm grip, hips still pressed tightly to his ass. He felt encaged, incapable of moving, even though there were no bonds other than warm lips and long fingers holding him down. His cheeks flushed at the thought, Justin groaned lowly and started sucking on Brian’s neck, but the man behind him turned his head away: “This is not how we play this game, Justin.”
His voice was so soft that the words were almost lost on Justin; he loved Brian’s voice, loved to listen to it, loved to have it talk and moan and whimper… “What game?”
Brian laughed, and this time, it didn’t rumble gently. It sounded taunting, hard. “Your 1500 points might have been unmerited.” His hands left Justin’s cock. The boy wanted to protest against both, but Brian’s fingers covered his lips tightly, the smell of his own precum hitting his nose. “Shhh…”
His eyes fell shut, Justin suddenly felt so hot and hard as if Brian had told him he wanted to fuck him right now. Lips parted in an useless try to get more air, suddenly it seemed as if he needed more air, he couldn’t resist, his tongue snuck out to lick the cum off Brian’s palm, to taste his skin.
“Tsk tsk.” Brian shook his head slowly, his voice reprehensive: “Did I not tell you that this is not how this game is played? You really are a greedy little cocksucker, Justin.”
Justin squirmed, a shameful blush filling his cheeks, but his lips curled into a smirk.
“I didn’t mean it as a compliment.”
Brian’s voice was so cold that it hit him like a physical blow. His body froze for a brief moment, irritated, his eyes trying to catch a glimpse of the man, and in exactly that moment Brian did him the favor and stepped back in front of Justin. He was acting so deliberately, every movement seemed planned, carefully constructed. For a very long while, Brian just looked at him, looked his whole body up and down, shamelessly staring, like evaluating him. Justin swallowed nervously, and wet his lips. What had even started this in the first place…? Right. Addictions. He wanted to say something, to joke, lighten the mood, but didn’t dare to open his lips. The intense scrutiny made him bow his head, embarrassed; he could not break this overpowering silence that made his heart pump faster and his cock throb stronger.
“The reasonable explanation why you should stop…” Suddenly Brian broke it off though, and a smile crossed his lips. “…but why not make you find out yourself?”
His fingers trailed down the bronze skin of his belly, fingertips danced across his nipples briefly, then Brian began to stroke his cock languidly. “Why do you think would it not be wise to be fascinated with this, Justin?”
Justin had no fucking clue. All he wanted was to sink to knees and suck Brian off, and why not? It were the fingers now digging painfully into his wrist that stopped him, instead Justin opened his lips, but before he could give an answer he hadn’t thought of yet, Brian licked across his hot lips, they trembled, he licked it again, Justin leaned in to kiss him, but his hungry mouth only hit thin air. Brian had pulled off and watched him, seemingly amused, while still jerking off, fastening the pace now. Justin practically leered at the picture for a moment, then quickly shut his mouth – he could take this. He could look at Brian’s cock without wanting to touch or suck or fuck it – couldn’t he?
“You want to.” Brian stated it as a fact. He leaned in close again, their lips touching then, he was speaking directly into Justin’s mouth. “You want to, but you can’t.”
Justin whimpered, still reaching for a kiss, and finally succeeded, a soft touch of Brian’s lips on his, then suddenly sharp pain, Brian’s teeth pulling on the sensitive inside skin. “Though I’m not stopping you.”
Brian’s voice didn’t sound as calmly anymore as before, his breath was fastening quickly. “I don’t need to. You’re obeying me, anyway.” He laughed again. Justin wanted to rebel, to act, but Brian kissed the corner of his mouth, started sucking on his neck, he felt his own racing pulse against Brian’s thumb, and listened to the hitched breathing, he knew that Brian was close, he knew he surely wouldn’t be left out of this experience!
But he was wrong. As Brian came, he bit into the skin on Justin’s neck, a growl of pain and a frustrated cry drawn from Justin’s throat as he watched, watched how Brian’s whole body rid the sensation, envied it, admired it, needed it!
It was only after making sure that Justin had seen enough and taking a few deep breaths that Brian said: “The reason why you should not be addicted to my cock is that I can always deny it to you.” He laid his hand, covered in cum, on Justin’s cheek, smearing it onto the hot skin. “Are you addicted?”, Brian whispered, swiping his thumb only once over Justin’s parted lips, pressing mercilessly onto the swollen softness.
Justin sucked the thumb between his lips, lapping at every inch of skin he could reach. He felt his whole body tingle and burn with shame and pleasure at the same time, and as Brian pulled back his hand and showed a triumphant smile, his face turned fiery red.
Brian thought that Justin had barely ever looked so debauched, horny and sacred at the same time: his pale skin was flushed with desire and embarrassment, blue eyes glazed over with lust, his blond hair still ruffled from sleep, cum- and spit-covered lips parted, silently begging. He couldn’t resist kissing them, Brian wanted the kid to lick every one of his fingers, to clean his whole hand with his tongue, to suck his cock, he wanted to fuck him and rim him and make him beg – but not right now. He would not give that to Justin.
“Take this to class with you.”
It was only then that he let go off Justin’s wrist, his tone nonchalant, and his grin vicious. He knew that the boy would be checking the dark marks on his throat and hand all day, that he would look at them and get even harder than he already was, that he would remember Brian’s cold voice and the firm grip and would not dare to jerk off.
“I love it soooo much”, Brian sing-songed lazily as he went to get ready for work.
Original poster: _alicesprings
Title: The Art of Addiction
Written By:
Timeline: 1.18
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: light D/s
Summary: Justin and Brian... "talk" about addictions.
Author's Notes: PWP, really. I hope you don't mind. ;)
Inspired By Icon:
“I was serious about the coffee.”
“Don’t fucking annoy me, Justin.”
Brian stood naked behind the kitchen counter, a pot of freshly brewed coffee in his hand. It was the morning after Justin had warned him about insomnia and heart attacks.
“See? You’re so grumpy because of your insomnia.”
“I can sleep when I’m dead.” One mug was filled, and sugar added.
“Which you will be, once you’ve got a heart attack from all that caffeine.”
“Justin!”
The boy looked unbelievably smug and sweetly innocent in his loose pyjama pants as Brian put the pot down with a loud sound: “Could you stop nagging me about coffee?”
“You’re addicted.” Justin nodded firmly. “And addicts need help.”
Brian snorted before taking a sip of the wonderful dark liquid. “And how do you figure that I am an addict?”
“Firstly, you’ve been consuming for a longer period of time.” Justin had hopped of the chair and was now counting off his fingers: “Secondly, you’re consuming in steady rhythms. Thirdly, you’re consuming more than three times a day. And, finally, you ignore any reasonable explanation why it would be better to stop.”
That simply earned him a grin, and a strong pushing movement on his shoulders: “Judging from those criteria, you would be addicted to my cum, too.”
But Justin resisted. He did have an SAT Score of 1500, he could figure out that there was a mistake in this equation. And he smelled a challenge. And, Justin was pretty fucking smart, anyway.
“I have been consuming for a longer period of time?” Innocent voice. Brian lifted an eyebrow, as if he had a clue where this was leading. Instead of answering, he gave another push. Justin really wanted to suck Brian’s dick, but he knew that he could get a lot more out of this! “And in steady rhythms?”
The second eyebrow arched upwards as well.
“More than three times a day?”
“Justin”, Brian’s voice was low, but clearly menacing. That didn’t stop the kid, though: “And you haven’t given me any reasonable explanation why it would be better to stop.”
Brian would not answer any of these comments for sure – what the lad expected was all the usual: “You so care about me! You love me soooo much!” Well, he could wait eternally for that one. But Brian still wanted a blowjob, because maybe Justin wasn’t, but he would call himself addicted alright. A few months were more than anyone had ever gotten from him, three times a day sounded vaguely realistic and it would be best to stop before he got himself into something that he couldn’t control.
The smirk on Justin’s face made Brian think, maybe it already is too late. To his surprise though, that didn’t only annoy him, but he got hard, too. Justin snatching control from him? A blond kid, barely eighteen?
Justin jumped as long fingers wrapped around his wrist. “Do you want me to?”, Brian asked clearly, his grip a little tighter than necessary.
“If you can.”
This time, Brian’s lips curled into a smirk. That persistent little shit. He pulled Justin’s body flush against him with a strong jerk, and then lifted the boy’s wrist oh-so slowly… one look into the blue eyes, nailing him to the floor with his gaze, not his force, as his tongue ran up Justin’s wrist and over his palm, tickling sensitive nerve endings at the tip of each finger.
“Brian!”, Justin was trying to laugh it off, but that look, the light prickling in his hand, those teeth so close to his pulse… he watched, mesmerized, “I’ve got a class…”
Brian’s chuckle ran down his spine. “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll get to your class.” He stepped around Justin, still holding onto the kid’s wrist, but Brian’s lips rested on the lobe of his ear now, only whispering: “But I’d like to explain to you beforehand why it would be better to stop.” His bare hips suddenly pressed into Justin’s ass, the other hand covered his cock through the thin cotton as teeth bit down on pale skin.
Justin felt the hard cock pressing into his crack, the warm pleasure and sharp pain, and his head dropped back onto shoulder of the man behind him, a quiet moan escaping his lips.
Brian grinned. So beautiful. So easily spun out of control. So willingly giving in. He had no doubt that Justin didn’t know where this was going. He had no doubt that Justin didn’t suspect any evil. The low purr that rumbled against his throat, and then a soft kiss from Justin’s lips on Brian’s neck as he slid his hands into the pyjama pants confirmed that. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”
Justin chuckled, and then shuddered. Brian’s naked fingers had started stroking his cock lightly, the thumb of the other hand tapping against his pulse, reminding him of the firm grip, hips still pressed tightly to his ass. He felt encaged, incapable of moving, even though there were no bonds other than warm lips and long fingers holding him down. His cheeks flushed at the thought, Justin groaned lowly and started sucking on Brian’s neck, but the man behind him turned his head away: “This is not how we play this game, Justin.”
His voice was so soft that the words were almost lost on Justin; he loved Brian’s voice, loved to listen to it, loved to have it talk and moan and whimper… “What game?”
Brian laughed, and this time, it didn’t rumble gently. It sounded taunting, hard. “Your 1500 points might have been unmerited.” His hands left Justin’s cock. The boy wanted to protest against both, but Brian’s fingers covered his lips tightly, the smell of his own precum hitting his nose. “Shhh…”
His eyes fell shut, Justin suddenly felt so hot and hard as if Brian had told him he wanted to fuck him right now. Lips parted in an useless try to get more air, suddenly it seemed as if he needed more air, he couldn’t resist, his tongue snuck out to lick the cum off Brian’s palm, to taste his skin.
“Tsk tsk.” Brian shook his head slowly, his voice reprehensive: “Did I not tell you that this is not how this game is played? You really are a greedy little cocksucker, Justin.”
Justin squirmed, a shameful blush filling his cheeks, but his lips curled into a smirk.
“I didn’t mean it as a compliment.”
Brian’s voice was so cold that it hit him like a physical blow. His body froze for a brief moment, irritated, his eyes trying to catch a glimpse of the man, and in exactly that moment Brian did him the favor and stepped back in front of Justin. He was acting so deliberately, every movement seemed planned, carefully constructed. For a very long while, Brian just looked at him, looked his whole body up and down, shamelessly staring, like evaluating him. Justin swallowed nervously, and wet his lips. What had even started this in the first place…? Right. Addictions. He wanted to say something, to joke, lighten the mood, but didn’t dare to open his lips. The intense scrutiny made him bow his head, embarrassed; he could not break this overpowering silence that made his heart pump faster and his cock throb stronger.
“The reasonable explanation why you should stop…” Suddenly Brian broke it off though, and a smile crossed his lips. “…but why not make you find out yourself?”
His fingers trailed down the bronze skin of his belly, fingertips danced across his nipples briefly, then Brian began to stroke his cock languidly. “Why do you think would it not be wise to be fascinated with this, Justin?”
Justin had no fucking clue. All he wanted was to sink to knees and suck Brian off, and why not? It were the fingers now digging painfully into his wrist that stopped him, instead Justin opened his lips, but before he could give an answer he hadn’t thought of yet, Brian licked across his hot lips, they trembled, he licked it again, Justin leaned in to kiss him, but his hungry mouth only hit thin air. Brian had pulled off and watched him, seemingly amused, while still jerking off, fastening the pace now. Justin practically leered at the picture for a moment, then quickly shut his mouth – he could take this. He could look at Brian’s cock without wanting to touch or suck or fuck it – couldn’t he?
“You want to.” Brian stated it as a fact. He leaned in close again, their lips touching then, he was speaking directly into Justin’s mouth. “You want to, but you can’t.”
Justin whimpered, still reaching for a kiss, and finally succeeded, a soft touch of Brian’s lips on his, then suddenly sharp pain, Brian’s teeth pulling on the sensitive inside skin. “Though I’m not stopping you.”
Brian’s voice didn’t sound as calmly anymore as before, his breath was fastening quickly. “I don’t need to. You’re obeying me, anyway.” He laughed again. Justin wanted to rebel, to act, but Brian kissed the corner of his mouth, started sucking on his neck, he felt his own racing pulse against Brian’s thumb, and listened to the hitched breathing, he knew that Brian was close, he knew he surely wouldn’t be left out of this experience!
But he was wrong. As Brian came, he bit into the skin on Justin’s neck, a growl of pain and a frustrated cry drawn from Justin’s throat as he watched, watched how Brian’s whole body rid the sensation, envied it, admired it, needed it!
It was only after making sure that Justin had seen enough and taking a few deep breaths that Brian said: “The reason why you should not be addicted to my cock is that I can always deny it to you.” He laid his hand, covered in cum, on Justin’s cheek, smearing it onto the hot skin. “Are you addicted?”, Brian whispered, swiping his thumb only once over Justin’s parted lips, pressing mercilessly onto the swollen softness.
Justin sucked the thumb between his lips, lapping at every inch of skin he could reach. He felt his whole body tingle and burn with shame and pleasure at the same time, and as Brian pulled back his hand and showed a triumphant smile, his face turned fiery red.
Brian thought that Justin had barely ever looked so debauched, horny and sacred at the same time: his pale skin was flushed with desire and embarrassment, blue eyes glazed over with lust, his blond hair still ruffled from sleep, cum- and spit-covered lips parted, silently begging. He couldn’t resist kissing them, Brian wanted the kid to lick every one of his fingers, to clean his whole hand with his tongue, to suck his cock, he wanted to fuck him and rim him and make him beg – but not right now. He would not give that to Justin.
“Take this to class with you.”
It was only then that he let go off Justin’s wrist, his tone nonchalant, and his grin vicious. He knew that the boy would be checking the dark marks on his throat and hand all day, that he would look at them and get even harder than he already was, that he would remember Brian’s cold voice and the firm grip and would not dare to jerk off.
“I love it soooo much”, Brian sing-songed lazily as he went to get ready for work.
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