happier_bunny (happier_bunny) wrote in qaf_scavenger, @ 2008-02-14 09:05:00 |
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Current mood: | mischievous |
Entry tags: | anti-valentine's celebration |
NEW SOAP
Title: New Soap
Author: testdog65 aka Ellen
Warnings: NC-17
A/N: Many thanks to xie_xie_xie for the beta!
Brian’s POV
Most mornings I wake up slowly. It takes me a few minutes before I feel like I exist in the world, and today’s no different. At first the only thing I’m aware of is warmth under my arm and against my body, along with the soft, rhythmic sound of breathing. I’m too comfortable to think about moving, and I let myself drift around the edge of consciousness. Somewhere deep inside the part of my brain that knows about familiarity and time, I get the message: Justin, Saturday, sleep.
I have no idea how much later it is when awareness begins to filter in again. This time things are clearer, and I feel the warm weight of Justin shift against me as his hair tickles my nose. My face is pressed against the curve between his neck and shoulder, and I just lie there and breathe deeply against him.
“Brian, what are you doing?” Justin’s voice is filled with sleep, but I can hear the smile in it.
I ignore his question, and instead ask one of my own. “You used that new soap again, didn’t you?”
“You mean the sensitive skin formula, hypo-allergenic, unscented soap?”
“Yeah, that’s the one. I like it.”
“But it doesn’t smell like anything.”
I hear the smile again. “Mmmm. I know.”
Justin shifts so he’s on his back, and I roll closer into him, burying my face against the side of his neck and inhaling again. His smile turns into a sleepy laugh, and he squirms a little. But I don’t move.
Eventually, I lift my head and rub my face against his, letting our lips brush. His tongue peeks out, running across my bottom lip. He wants me to kiss him, but I want something else. Something I didn’t get last night during all the times we fucked and came and fucked again.
I’m more fully awake now, and I move down his body. Not kissing, not licking, just breathing. He watches me, his eyes hooded with that drowsy not-quite-awake look. I rub my face, scratchy with morning stubble, against the pale skin of his chest and smile slightly as he wriggles under me. I can smell the undertones of sweat and the beginnings of desire.
My hands move over his chest until I feel a tight nipple under each palm. I rub slowly and listen to his quiet groan before sliding my hands up to his shoulders and then down the length of his arms. Circling his wrists, I pull his hands up over his head, stretching him out underneath me. He still looks tired, but I also see the playfulness in his half smile.
I suck lightly on one of his nipples, tasting the salt of his skin. He gasps as I bite gently and then lick against the sting. I bite again, just hard enough to make him arch up, and he struggles against me. I tighten my grip on his wrists and soothe him with a soft lick. He relaxes, settling down and waiting. I give him a final brush with my tongue and move further over to his side. I’m still grasping his wrists above his head, holding him down as I explore. I let my tongue travel across his chest, and then I lean my forehead against the underside of his arm and just breathe in. He struggles again, attempting to free his hands, but I grip tighter and feel the soft hair of his armpit tickle my nose.
My eyes are closed and my cock rests lightly against the skin of his hip. I rub against him and he tries to move so he can get some friction of his own. But I lift up before he can get what he wants. I breathe in and out against him, and he settles down. His voice is still rough with sleep when he speaks.
“After last night, I’m sure I need a shower in the worst way.”
That makes me laugh, and I move my own armpit squarely over his face. “No worse than me.” He groans, but it’s more for effect than anything else. He hasn’t turned his head away.
“Yeah,” he says, letting the breath of his words move against me. “You definitely stink.” His voice is suddenly deep with desire.
I let my weight drop against him and push my hips over so that our cocks align. He wastes no time in thrusting up, rubbing against me, still breathing me in. I let him squirm and twist, his hard cock pushing into mine.
Finally, I lift up again and he struggles to free his wrists so he can pull me back down. I let go, but he’s not fast enough, and I move lower down his body. Now, I’m rubbing my face across his stomach where he came all over himself last night. Several times. We didn’t bother to clean up much. We rarely do. There’s just something about falling asleep after a night of good, hard fucking, or after a night of good, slow fucking, or after… well, any kind of fucking with Justin, still covered in sweat and come.
I’m at his crotch now, and I let his coarse hair brush against the skin of my face. Justin’s hips rise up as he tries to not so subtly get me to move things along. His cock is full, and I use my nose to rub softly against the length of it. Justin exhales a groan, and I stroke him lightly with my tongue a few times. His body relaxes further into the mattress, hoping I’m about to get down to business and relieve him of his morning hard-on. Instead, I go back to rubbing my face against him and breathing in his musky scent. I can still smell his come from last night, and it makes my dick grow even harder.
He’s doing his best to hold still, to let me have this, and I reward him with a few more well-placed licks. Then I’m moving lower again, down to his balls, where I nudge against them with my nose and lips. He’s spread his legs, and I use my hands to push against the backs of his thighs, opening him up further so I’ll have full access to everything I want.
Justin moans, his head arching back on the pillow as I hold him open. He loves it when I do this, when my hands are firm on him, my fingers digging into his flesh. I let my warm breath out slowly over his balls and hole before inhaling again. Here he smells like sex. Like last night’s fuck. Like me.
And then I feel him make a half-hearted effort to close his legs and get my face out of his crotch. His sudden attempt at modesty about his current state of cleanliness makes me laugh, and I grip him harder. I’m not going anywhere, and I could give a fuck about whether or not he’s embarrassed by this. And really, he’s not. The hardness of his cock and the tightness in his balls make that very clear.
I reach my tongue out and slowly trace a line around his balls, starting and ending at the smooth, hard skin that sits slightly raised just behind them. I push more firmly against his thighs and his hips curl up. He’s not fighting me anymore.
I’m at his hole now, and the way I have him spread leaves him open and exposed. I let my tongue play around his entrance, enjoying the war that he fights to hold still. Finally, with his breath coming in deep pants, each exhale a moan, I push my tongue all the way inside him. I keep it rigid so that I can jab in and out of him, letting him feel the illusion of a fuck.
I continue to breathe in through my nose where it’s pushed up against the tight skin behind his balls. His personal hygiene issues have clearly taken a back seat to the pleasure he gets out of my morning-after indulgences.
He’s begging me now, his words strung together into one long, insistent string of need. But I have no intention of letting go of his legs or of pulling my tongue out of his ass. Not yet, anyway. He gets the message, and I sense more than see as he grasps his dick with his own hand and starts to jack himself off.
My own cock is beyond hard, and I think briefly about turning around and shoving it in his mouth. The thought of his greedy lips and tight throat working to get me off sends a wave of desire through me that makes me groan against him. Justin gasps at the vibration, and I push my tongue even further inside him in response.
I can feel the rhythm of his hand as he works himself harder. I move my hands down nearer to his ass and pull him further apart. My thumbs press into the flesh on either side of his hole, and I push hard against him with my palms, his hips lifting completely off the bed. My tongue’s in as deep as I can go, and I’m letting my teeth scrape and nip at the sensitive skin of his ass. The noises he’s making are going straight to my cock, and I feel it pulse and jerk.
Justin gives one final groan before his whole body tenses, and in that moment I seal my lips on his skin and suck against him as I continue to fuck him relentlessly with my tongue. I don’t let up as his orgasm moves through him, each wave of it making him shudder against the bed, my hands, my face. I keep licking into him, keep the pressure of the suction up until finally I feel the tension drain from his body.
And then I’m moving fast, rising up to hover over him. He’s still shaking, and I register his cock giving a final pulse before I fall on top of him. My own dick’s so hard that it almost hurts where I press into the skin of his belly, into the warm, wet pool of his come as I rub and slide against him. The only thought I have left is how desperately I need to get off and how fucking good this feels.
I’m almost past awareness when I feel his hands on my ass, pulling me apart. He lets one finger slide down my crack and rest against my hole. Just a slight pressure, nothing more, and I’m gone. My orgasm swells up from my balls, spreading everywhere in one sharp and immediate burst. It pours out of me, onto Justin, mixing with his own come where I continue to rut and grind against him.
At some point, I become vaguely aware that I’m lying with my full weight on top of him, our combined come and sweat practically gluing us together. I think maybe I should move, but before I can make my body respond to the thought, I feel his hands on my back, running up and down my damp skin.
“Now we really need to shower.” Justin’s voice is heavy with sated need and he makes no effort to push me off or get out of bed.
I don’t bother with an answer, and instead just turn my face into his neck and breathe in and out against him. We’ll make it into the shower eventually, and my last thought before I drift back into sleep is to make sure that Justin uses that new soap again.