TITLE: Sorry
AUTHOR: notreallyme10
WARNINGS: None
A/N: Written for Theme #2: Toppy!Justin. Huge thanks to my beta _alicesprings, who always makes time for me.





He's such an asshole. So I went out and got my dick sucked.

Talk about learning at the feet of the master. Had a bad day? Go get your dick sucked.

But I have to admit there is a certain amount of merit to it, because I do feel slightly less pissed when I get home.

For his part, he's being quiet. No apologies or admissions of wrong doing, but he's smart enough to keep his mouth shut rather than pissing me off more.

He stops whatever it is he's doing on his computer and makes his way to bed. It's late and it makes me think he was sitting up waiting for me. Which makes me happy and irritates me too.

And then I see it. He gets naked and crawls into bed and then looks at me, and when he knows he has my attention he lowers his eyes in a way that is unmistakably suggestive.

Fucker.

Submission just doesn't suit Brian but that doesn't mean it isn't fun on the rare occasion he offers it up.

"Roll over."

He keeps the mocking 'yes sir' that I know is on the tip of his tongue to himself. This was his idea and he's not going to back down now.

So I decide to push the limits just a bit.

I let him settle into the bed completely before I bring my hand down hard on his ass.

He breaks character and looks back at me. We stare at each other for a few seconds and then he lifts up on his knees. He must actually be sorry.

I bring my hand down a few more times. His ass looks good red and feels warm on the palm of my hand. But I don't really get off on spanking him.

He doesn't spank me often, but that just makes it better. Special. But it does something for me that it doesn't do for him. Right now he's humoring me and that isn't what I want. I want to torture him a little... but I want him to want it too.

It doesn't take me long to figure out what's next. Honestly, it's a little predictable and he's probably expecting it. He knows I love it and he loves it too, but it's too much for him. It overwhelms him and leaves him raw. He moans a little when he feels the beads on his ass and the back of his thighs.

I coat them liberally with lube and then I wet him too. I only have one finger inside and he's just so tight. So impossibly tight.

Suddenly I don't want it to be like this. I don't want to play this game, not like this. Not out of anger or obligation.

I roll him over and lay down on top of him. He feels so warm and soft and hard all at the same time. He puts his hands in my hair and he kisses me. The kind of slow wet kisses we always share when he's trying to tell me something. Sorry. I love you. Whatever the fuck it is, it always works.

"I want you to put those inside me. I want it."

His voice is quiet, almost hoarse, but very deliberate. I know he means it.

He rolls back over. His back is so fucking gorgeous, all hard muscle and smooth, tan skin.

I finger him again, slower, first one finger and then another. I want him ready, loose and relaxed, I want to make it good.

The first three beads go in easily, but the last two are a stretch for him. He's too tense, so I pause and rub his back gently.

"Breathe, Brian."

He grunts at me in irritation, but he relaxes enough that I can push in another bead. I push it in slowly, using the widest part to stretch him. He thrusts back, forcing it the rest of the way in.

So I pull it back out.

From the way he moans, it wasn't much of a punishment.

We're both getting impatient so I stop drawing it out and push the last two beads in.

I press on his hip until he rolls over. His back arches off the bed when the beads shift inside.

I crawl up and whisper in his ear.

"I have to get these beads out of you, because I need to fuck you right now."

I move back down and take his cock in my mouth, it isn't going to take much. I suck hard and when I pull on the beads his come pours into my mouth.

He jerks hard when I push inside him. I know I'm walking that fine line between making him feel amazing and pushing too far. So I pause to give him a few seconds.

His head is thrown back, he's covered in sweat and my cock is buried inside him. I can still taste his come on my tongue and I can't wait any longer. Can't stop my body from fucking him. I thrust in and pull out as far as I can, almost too far, so his hole squeezes the head of my cock so hard I want to scream. Over and over, too fast and too hard. The way he fucks me.

And when I come, I do scream. So loud I swear I can hear it echoing minutes later when I'm lying on top of him, trying to catch my breath. His fingers are in my hair and his breath is on my cheek and I know this is better than all the apologies in the world.