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Graphic Number 18: "He Likes It Like That"
Title: He Likes It Like That
Author: vamphile
Timeline: S2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings, if any: Spanking, Duh.
Author's notes: Thanks to my beta and the artist.
Graphic: 18 by ohfreckle




Justin likes to be spanked. It’s not something he would have expected if asked, but it’s something he accepts. He loves the way Brian’s hand feels on his ass. He loves how soft and warm Brian’s palm feels, and marvels at the way the gentleness is still somewhere, hidden under each sharp blow.

He had no idea he’d like something that seems so against his nature. He has no problem (usually) letting Brian take the lead when they’re fucking. Brian may be a control freak but he also knows exactly how to make Justin lose control, and Justin loves that, loves to feel out of control and still know he’s safe because Brian’s got him. And it’s not as if Brian has to be in complete control all the time. Justin’s learned a few things over the past two years. He’s learned that asking for what you want is best done without words when it comes to taciturn older men.

Justin fucks Brian almost as often as he feels like it. This is easily done because Brian likes it, although Justin knows better than to say anything about that. It’s another way that Brian confuses Justin. He understands all the stupid ego bullshit, but letting that get in the way of getting off the way you want? That’s the part that Justin has a bit of trouble wrapping his mind around. But he doesn’t let it get in his way. He tells Brian, “You’re going to come while I’m inside you.”

Brian has never verbally responded, but he has, nine times out of ten, rolled over and buried his face in a pillow. Justin has always been as good as his word, and Brian does come while Justin’s inside him.

The spanking is similar. It’s something Justin knows Brian likes doing to him. He can feel Brian’s arousal against his thigh. He sees Brian’s smile, and loves how intense the sex and orgasm are afterwards, for both of them. And yet, Brian never initiates it, not since the first or second time. Oh, he takes complete control the moment it starts, but for reasons Justin can only guess at, Brian will not spank Justin until Justin asks. Justin doesn’t mind asking, but he’s learned that in this, like many things about Brian, words can be not only unnecessary, but counterproductive.

Sometimes though, Justin craves a spanking and then, he asks silently. His body says everything it needs. Like tonight. Justin wanted it hard and rough, but he wanted to feel it, feel Brian’s hand on his ass, gently kneading it, softly caressing it and then bringing his palm, hard, sharp and strong, down onto him, over and over until Justin was biting his lip to avoid asking Brian to stop, not that he would. Once it’s begun, unless Justin uses his safeword, all decisions are in Brian’s hands, literally.

And so Justin asked. Brian was sprawled across the sofa; he seemed to be contemplating something, which meant he’d be leaving for Babylon in less than ten minutes, except Justin could make those plans change. And he did. He stripped down to his briefs and laid himself over Brian’s thighs. Brian shifted to a better angle and his voice sounded almost amused as he leaned over Justin’s body to put his drink back on the coffee table.

“Someone wants something.”

Justin didn’t say a word. He did raise himself up a bit as Brian’s hand moved under the waistband of his underwear and his finger ran along Justin’s crack. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

Justin didn’t answer. Brian already knew the answer.

A few sharp smacks made Justin want to whine. They weren’t anywhere near what he wanted. He moved a hand to lower his underwear but Brian’s fingers wrapped around his wrist. “What are you doing?”

Justin let his arm go limp. Brian released it and landed a few more swats over the soft cotton that was dulling the sensation. Justin pushed his ass up and into Brian’s hand, hoping to feel it more, but Brian pushed him back down. “Don’t move.”

Justin let out a long breath. Brian’s voice was low and demanding and exactly what Justin wanted to hear. He didn’t move.

Brian shifted his body again until he was satisfied with both their positions: Brian with his legs spread slightly, Justin’s body lying over Brian’s denim clad thighs. Justin finally felt the cool air of the loft on his ass as the elastic of his briefs dug lightly into his thighs. He resisted the urge to push up on his knees. The urge was gone a few moments later as Brian's hand came down again and again. Each swat pushed Justin forward, creating the friction he loved as his cock rubbed against Brian’s jeans.

Justin bit his lip, but Brian’s hand tracing the line where his teeth met the skin told him that Brian wanted to hear him. He grunted and moaned and couldn’t help writhing as Brian’s hands found the same spot time and again. He moved, angled himself so that Brian’s hand would land somewhere else, anywhere else. Brian put a steadying hand on the small of Justin’s back, reminding him that where Brian’s hand landed was not up to Justin.

Justin tried to relax his body again, but the pain was becoming intense, and as it did, Brian’s hand did move, hitting Justin square in the center of his ass, pushing everything forward, making the hot rush of pain flow through him. It moved in the same pattern as an orgasm, flowing outwards and then concentrating on a single spot only to ripple through him again.

He was sure he’d had enough, but Brian wasn’t, and so he moved with Brian’s hand, trying to remain still, but unable to do so against the force of the Brian’s hand and the waves of pleasure/pain that crashed over him. He felt his orgasm mix with the heat of the punishment and began to rut involuntarily against Brian’s thighs.

Brian lifted him up then, spreading his legs and giving Justin a moment to breathe, to center himself. Giving Justin’s orgasm time to recede.

When the blows moved to the insides of Justin’s thighs he cried out, but spread his legs wider when ordered to. His face was pressed against the sofa, his skin was warm, and not just on his ass and thighs. He felt a bead of sweat run up his spine and moaned as the cool feeling contrasted sharply with the white heat of Brian’s hand.

When Brian finally pushed him back down, his hand spread wide, laying softer but still firm blows on Justin’s ass, letting him grind against Brian’s lap, Justin thanked him, not silently, not with actions, but with words, the only words he could find. He moaned his thank you as his orgasm flooded and pulsed in time with Brian’s hand. His body went rigid, the feeling flooding out to his balls and down to his toes, making his head buzz and flashing bright lights behind his eyes.

Brian slid out from under him, and Justin wondered if he’d blacked out because Brian was inside him so quickly he surely must have missed something. But as Brian’s body covered his, pressing him into the sofa, fucking him, coaxing him back to full hardness Justin turned his head. Brian kissed the side of his mouth, and then the back of his neck. Justin let himself float and was completely comfortable with the fact that he really liked being spanked.