| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 20th, 2012|07:06 pm] |
Title: Rimming is Foreplay (13/21)
A/N: Justin is pursuing his art career in New York and Brian is just fine with that – or he would be, if the little twat wasn’t constantly annoying him with phone calls about sex acts.
Condom: Rimming
No one was as good at this as Justin. He could say that with confidence, considering just how many men had worshipped his balls. He was never able to pinpoint exactly what Justin did differently, but whatever it was – He hissed in a breath and tightened his grip on Justin’s hair until his partner let out a little cry that wasn’t entirely pleasure. Justin never missed a beat with his squeezes and caresses until… “Justin,” he managed, an urgent warning. Justin laughed. “Not yet,” he said with confidence, as if he was in control of the process. Maybe he was. |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 20th, 2012|07:14 pm] |
Title: Rimming is Foreplay (14/21)
A/N: Justin is pursuing his art career in New York and Brian is just fine with that – or he would be, if the little twat wasn’t constantly annoying him with phone calls about sex acts.
Condom: Blowjobs
As Justin’s touches turned playful and soothing his need to come – overpowering a moment ago – abated. “Okay,” he said once he could trust his voice again. “Am I clean enough for you, Miss Stewart?” That earned him another slap on the ass, and this one stung. “Yes.” Justin shut off the water and handed him a towel. “But you have to dry me first.” “It’s like having a demanding little lapdog,” Brian bitched while carefully running the towel over Justin’s hair. He was rewarded for his efforts when Justin latched onto him and pulled him into their bedroom. Fucking finally. |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 20th, 2012|08:48 pm] |
Title: Not Enough Money in the World
Condom: Rimming
“Ewww,” Emmett wrinkled his nose. “Smelly Steve is so...”
“Smelly,” Brian finished.
“Gross,” Emmett corrected. “Seriously, when was the last time he showered?”
“The eighties, but I’d bet you’d blow him if you were drunk enough.”
“No way!”
“For a million dollars?” Michael asked.
“Maybe.”
“Please,” Brian laughed. “Who wouldn’t you blow for a million dollars?”
“Like you wouldn’t do it,” Ted interjected.
“Not for a million, but I’d rim him for ten.”
“I’d rim all of you for ten million.” Justin dropped off their order, winking at Brian before adding, “but I’ll blow you for free after my shift.” |
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