Brian Kinney (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} b_kinney) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} omega_reality, |
They had spoken about this and he'd shared plenty of fantasies, but nothing came close to the reality, and Brian was more than willing to change things up. Sex was fun and spur of the moment, and you adjusted to the situation and tonight was all about showing John off.
There were things he carried: lube, condoms, tissues, cigarettes, and drugs .He reached into his pants pockets and grabbed a foil of lube. "Rules are still the same, Gorgeous. Anything makes you uncomfortable, you tell me," he warned. Still he didn't want to get to that point, and Brian thought he knew John's boundaries. "You're going to have to let go."
Brian moved around John, stepping between his lover and the wall. "We're going to look at them," he said over John's shoulder. "While I fuck you. I don't want you to miss a single moment. Spread your legs a little." He pushed John's pants down a little, making sure they wouldn't slide down all the way. The lapel from the shirt would keep him covered. Brian didn't have to see him to know just how good he'd look, the right mix of innocence and lust, the bare hint of skin making him even sexier than the half naked men around the room. They could imagine, but they couldn't see as Brian's fingers found their way inside John, breaching him open with slow movements so uncharacteristic for a backroom. "You're so tight. They can't even imagine how good you feel when I'm fucking you."
This was a show, for the people around them, for John, and Brian was amazing at giving people what they wanted and needed, but John also got the truth behind the fantasy. "I've missed you, too, John," he said in a much softer tone. No fantasy, no show, just the raw truth as he finally pushed inside his lover, one arm around John to pull him closer.