| Challenge 83: Toppy Justin |
[Sep. 13th, 2008|10:53 am] |
Title: Understanding
Author: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) jule1122
Condom: Brian
Brian never told Justin he wanted to be fucked. If he’d needed to, then Justin wasn’t ready. Brian didn’t bottom for random tricks. There were people he trusted to fuck him blind without making it more than it was. Justin wasn’t supposed to be one of those people, but Justin wasn’t supposed to be a lot of things.
Justin never asked to fuck Brian. There were times when that was what they both wanted, needed, but it wouldn’t happen unless Justin took control. On those nights, Justin would read the offer in Brian’s body. His answer was always the same. |
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| Challenge 83: Toppy Justin |
[Sep. 13th, 2008|09:53 pm] |
Title: Sensations
Author: Britin1729
And the Condom Goes To: Emmett--For some reason, I really want to see him beat Brian, lol.
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The warmth of his body against mine makes me sweat even more profusely, makes the heat even more intense. I can feel his breath against my neck, heavy and uneven. I can feel every muscle, every move he makes. I feel everything.
Most of all, I feel him.
I feel every thrust, every gasp for air, every moan against my skin. I feel him shudder as he comes seconds before I do, claiming me as his, as I've claimed him so many times.
Afterwards, he sleepily buries himself in my chest, warm and secure and, fuck... I love this feeling. |
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| Challenge 83: Toppy Justin |
[Sep. 13th, 2008|10:13 pm] |
Title: Surrender
Author: Britin1729
And the condom goes to: Emmett
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The first time Justin topped me...it was...unexpected. It wasn't as though I'd never thought about it before. I had, as did he, I'm sure. He'd even made a few attempts to get it, all ending with him flat on his back as I fucked him hard into the mattress. Like it should be. Like it had always been.
But there was something different that night. It was... he seemed to need it, more than just want it. Like he needed to be in control. Like he couldn't just surrender himself.
Like he couldn't just surrender, even to me. |
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