|happier_bunny (happier_bunny) wrote in qaf_scavenger,|
@ 2008-09-05 20:41:00
|Entry tags:||kissing contest|
KISSING CONTEST entry #8
CATEGORY: Reunion Kisses
Brian grabbed Justin's wrists above his head, using his body weight to pin them down amongst the pillows while he simultaneously rubbed his denim clad thigh against Justin's naked cock. He groaned, trying to rut back up, but Brian just pressed his body down on top of him, trapping him against the bed. He'd been teasing Justin for the last hour or so, and Justin was nearly incoherent with want.
"Fuck me," he moaned, his lips swollen from kissing, his mouth slightly parted so that only the tip of his tongue was visible between them.
Brian smirked. He moved so that his mouth was next to Justin's ear, his hot breath stirring the few blond strands of hair that weren't matted to his head with sweat. "In due time," he said, his voice low and even.
"Due time?" Justin said, his voice edged with desperation. "Fuck due time. I haven't seen you in three weeks and I swear to god Brian, if I don't come soon-"
Brian shut him up by pressing his tongue into his mouth and stroking the pad of a finger against his hole. He was so distracted by the sensation that he didn't notice Brian slipping a cuff around his left wrist until it was already snapped shut.
"No," Justin said, bucking beneath him. "That's not fair."
"But it's fun," he said without an ounce of remorse.
Brian fastened the second cuff around his right wrist, then tied the two together through the slats in Justin's bed. When he was done, he leaned back on his bare feet and looked over his work: Justin's pale form stretched out in front of him, his arms straining against the headboard, his taut stomach faintly lined with muscle. Brian reached down and ran his hands along the smooth muscles in his torso, stopping to tweak his nipples before dragging them down to push apart his thighs.
He kissed along his stomach, smirking when Justin tried to angle his hips so that his cock could get some attention, but Brian just held him down by his legs, continuing to ignore his hard-on as he feathered kissed down into his pubic hair.
Justin moaned when Brian's tongue found the inside of his thigh, delving into the soft spot where his leg met his torso and sucking at the skin until blood drew to the surface.
"Ah," he hissed as Brian's teeth found their way into his leg. Brian continued kissing and sucking along the muscles in his thigh, until finally he pulled apart Justin's cheeks and planted a single kiss and a lick on his tight hole. Then he leaned back and stopped.
"So how's the new show going?"
"What?" Justin asked confused. He lifted his head up and looked down his torso at Brian, his skin covered in silver patches of spit.
"I said, how's the new show going?" asked Brian, clearly amused as Justin started to squirm in his restraints.
"Fuck you, you know how it's going. You came to the opening three weeks ago and I told you that it sold out yesterday on the phone. Why'd you stop?"
"I want to have a conversation with my partner. We never talk anymore," said Brian, tongue in cheek. "Every time I call you up, all you wants to do is have phone sex."
"Brian," Justin warned.
"You know, I really like that new piece of yours, Lips is it called? It's quite the work of art."
"That's because I'm an artist."
"I was really struck by the subdued yet powerful sexual energy pervading through the painting, how the mouth is slightly parted and full of want. Sort of like you look now," Brian said with a self-satisfied gleam in his eye.
"Jesus Brian, what do I have to do to get you to fuck me?" he said, spreading his legs further in an open invitation.
"Please goddammit," he gritted through his teeth.
"Now, now, there's no need for obscenities dear," Brian said, blowing lightly across his hole, causing Justin to jump. "Just because you're horny as fuck doesn't mean you can't be cordial about it."
"Brian, please, shut the fuck up and fuck me already."
Brian smirked. "Well, since you asked nicely." He shucked off his pants, grabbed a condom and ripped open the foil packet, rolling it on with a practiced hand. Then he drizzled a generous amount of lube over his cock and pressed the head against Justin's hole. He paused for a moment, watching Justin pant with lust, then thrust in with two smooth pushes.
Justin grunted something unintelligible, his eyes rolling back in his head as Brian began to pound into him over and over again, lifting up his legs onto his shoulders to get better leverage as the strokes picked up in speed.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," said Justin as he shuddered, his ass clenching around Brian's cock as he spilled out onto his own stomach a few minutes later. Brian leaned over and captured his mouth in a sloppy kiss as he came a second behind him, collapsing in a grunt as his orgasm took over his body.
Five minutes later, his listless form was still sprawled out unmoving on top of Justin, his face plastered in the crook of his neck with sweat.
"Brian?" Justin mumbled, nudging his ass with his foot.
"Can you untie me now?"
"Oh, right," said Brian, unsnapping the cuffs and rolling them over so that Justin was now on top.
"I hate you," he said, grazing his fingers along Brian's lean and sated body.
"Liar. You love me," Brian smiled, then kissed him softly.
"I may love you," said Justin beaming, "but next time, you're getting tied down."
"That's what you think."