hounded (hounded) wrote in qaf_coffeeclub, @ 2008-10-12 16:51:00 |
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It was cold outside, and even with all the men packed into the small space, it seemed colder in the truck. But at the loft, everything was warm: the gold light over the bed, Brian's hands on my arms and in my hair, his mouth against my neck.
But his dick inside me wasn't warm, it was hot – burning, stretching, pounding into me. And there was heat inside me, too, building up with every thrust against me, the clenching of his fingers on my shoulder, the painful grip he had on my hair.
It started in my toes, as they curled and tingled. It raced up to my knees, digging into the mattress, sliding out from under me as Brian slammed his dick harder and deeper into my ass.
The back of my thighs were burning, and my balls, heat unwrapping itself and shooting along every nerve, the surface of my skin, like a shower of hot water pouring all over me. It exploded, and I gasped, the aftershocks hitting my stomach, my cock, my balls, burning me everywhere, inside and out.
Brian almost shouted and I felt him jerking and shuddering, his cock feeling even hotter in my ass, and then we fell down onto the bed together.
I could feel him lying against my back, the heat trapped between us, his breath warm on my face.
happier_bunny reply: It doesn't distract from the scene, it adds to it. It's a deliberate tool used to show 1. how connected they are at this time...nothing is going to separate them now, not even Stockwell and 2. the final cut adds to the hotness factor. By playing the music in the background in that scene, it's reminding you of what's going on at the loft, grounding you emotionally in the moment that Brian and Justin are lost in, so that when we flash back to them, the hotness of them fucking makes your blood boil.
xie_xie_xie reply: It's called coitus interruptus. And it's wrong, although it could potentially be fixed by a really good editor, the same person who I'd like to please remove Sam Auerbach from 410. I do have to concede that a great deal of the emotional power of the scene would be lost without the "Because he's a fag" line, but I also have to temper that by saying that I wouldn't care. At all.
happier_bunny reply: Yes, of course it should be longer. I mean come on, is Brian having a "hard" time staying focused? LOL While this scene has them coming, together and that's great, it's missing the complete connection that's going on in futon sex, when they're completely on the same page.UPDATE SIX:
xie_xie_xie reply: It's an interesting point to consider, since while futon!sex is much longer, it lacks that important element so near and dear to all our hearts and particularly to Brian and Justin's, orgasms. So I feel that at best, it's a wash: more sex, less climax, or less sex but lots of moaning, groaning, slapping, and coming. Okay, it's not a wash. I mean, I'm just saying. It's canon that Brian likes to come, even if his face does sometimes look like it hurts him.
hounded: You didn't answer the question.
xie_xie_xie: Yes, it should have been longer. Much longer.
I looked at Justin across the room. His eyes were worried, but he let me climb all over him again, let me kiss him and smell him and hold onto his hair. He didn't say anything, except my name, a hint of a question mark after it, but I ignored it, just buried my face in his neck and my cock in his ass. He hissed when I pressed back in, one thrust, and his heels dug into my hips, sharp, frantic.
"Fuck it," I told him, like I was whispering something dirty in his ear. "It doesn't matter." I kissed him, stuck my tongue in his mouth, swallowed his spit and air and words.
He just stroked my hair and wound his legs even tighter around me, arching up to take me deeper. I flattened my tongue on his throat, feeling his pulse beating, tasting salt. He went motionless under me then, and I felt his cock go rigid against my stomach, felt slick heat on my skin.
His arms and legs and ass held me tightly while I let myself dissolve.