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, |
Brian closed his eyes, burying his face in the crook of John's neck, to stave off his own emotions. So much had been building up for weeks, months and everything erupted in less than an hour; now, Brian could barely hold it together.
Sensations piled on top of emotions until he stopped thinking all together. Feeling. Touching. Holding. Fucking. He pulled John closer with a hand while he jerked him off until John was trembling in his arms, warm semen covering his hand, while he continued to fuck his lover until he was coming as well, pushing John against the wall.
Complete darkness for a few moments, before the music, sounds and lights made it into his consciousness. "You okay, Gorgeous?" he asked softly. It was better than all the sappy things crossing his mind, and it was one thing to say them while you're fucking, and another to say them afterwards. He was not that whipped, or at least he knew better than to say it aloud.