The vibrant colored lights in the large swank club were whirling and flashing hypnotically. The make shift euphoria of lighting flickers in time with the loud and almost overbearing electronica beat. The club is nearly wall to wall people. Sweating bodies are packed together while bouncing and swaying to the entrancing rhythm. Barely room to actually dance, two men within the crowd found their own way to make use of their limited space. The two men, one blond one brunette, are dressed in their Sex God barely there outfits causing most in the room to salivate; they ignored them, satisfied with their own little world. They are facing each other. The masculine frames move erotically in sync with each other allowing the music control over their sweat slick bodies. Their bodies are entwined, yet, not touching as they writhe and ungulate their hips. The brunette is mimicking the motions of the larger male, riding and thrusting the air just above the blonde's knee. They feel each other's heated breaths ghost over moistened skin. The blond desperately wants to grab the gyrating waist of his partner's and force their bodies together but he resists. Instead, he leans closer still not touching and murmurs something into the other's ear. The brunette smiles brightly at the unheard comment and inches even closer. The younger man wraps his arm around the smaller man's waist, barely grazing his fingers over the wet material covering his lover's back. The brunette hisses at the gentle but erotic brush. Anyone aware of the two men would be turned on, including the young blond sitting in the VIP booth. Lance's emerald awe-filled eyes haven't left the two men since they began their sensual dance and his body is aching. The song ends and a new one begins, the crowd shifts. The seated blond watches as the brunette disentangles his lanky frame from his partner and like a minx saunters away. The brunette coyly glances over his shoulder at the younger man, eyes sparkling. Lance watches as the slightly smaller man speaks to the blond and then ends his comment with a taunting wink and a seductive lick of the lips. The younger man moves quickly forward and grabs the brunette's wrist, pulling him back towards his awaiting embrace. The taller of the pair manipulates the other against his chest as his own hips move and grind into the other's responsive body. His left arm wraps snugly across the leaner man's chest, fingertips rubbing hard against a perky nipple and the other meanders down the sleek form cupping the hardened phallus. The blond nuzzles into the offered neck, whispering. ** "Where do you think you're going, ya tease?" The brunette giggles and then allows a soft moan to pass his lips in response to the blonde's touch. "I... I told you sugah. I was just... Ssssttt... mmm... Gonna get some Sex on the Beach," he snickers and enmeshes his fingers in the hair at the nape of the taller man's neck. The brunette presses his ass hard against the blonde's body rotating his hips with the music. "Mmmm... Justin you... you want something?" "Jesus, C. You're fucking on fire tonight, baby." JC laughs softly still pressing into Justin's groin, "That wouldn't be the answer I was looking for... sugah." "Damn. Yeah, I want something," he growls in the brunette's ear. "I want to fucking rip these down," he fists the material at JC's narrow hips, "and fuck you right here." The blond rams his hips into JC. "Right now, in front of all this people." "Yeah," JC purrs seductively. "Fuck yeah." "Mmmmm... I want you to, too." Justin replaces his arms and hands to their former positions and grinds his hips into JC. Their bodies are moving with the music, JC's body pumping hard. "That's it baby," Justin's voice caresses JC's ear. "Fuck my hand baby. Come on C. Yeah, fuck yeah." JC's movements become sharper and harder, forcing the hand cupping his cock to increase it's pressure. The brunette works his hips controlling the movements, the pace. He knows exactly what he's doing, exactly what his lover wants. JC leans his head back onto Justin's shoulder and begins mouthing under the blonde's jaw line and nipping his ear. He wraps both of his arms behind him, capturing handfuls of Justin's muscular ass. He pulls him tighter against his back, pushing harder against the blond and sucking more brutally on the already reddened skin. Justin attacks JC's exposed neck and shoulder leaving in his wake bruised skin. He trails his hot mouth up the sweat soaked neck and fastens on JC's lewd mouth. They battle for dominance. Justin easily takes control of the kiss, catching JC's tongue and sucking on it. The brunette moans as Justin slides his lips down JC's tongue, releasing it. The blond moves his hand from JC's crotch and slowly begins to move it down the inside of his tight pants. The brunette arches forward when Justin's hand comes in contact with his swollen member. Justin smiles and breathes into the smaller man's ear. "Fuck it, C. Fuck my hand... I wanna see you cum all over yourself. I want to see you pants wet with it, baby." "Uhh, God Justin." JC's body slows, unable to keep up his hard driven pace when bare skin is on bare skin. He bites his kiss swollen lips and mewls. He begins a steady thrust of his hips into Justin's hand. "Justin," he whimpers. "No, C," Justin reprimands. "Dance." Justin is surprised when he feels JC move again with the music. The same sharp and desperate moves that the brunette used before while they danced returned. Justin smiles as he slides his free hand underneath the white mesh shirt, grazing the pads of his fingers across aroused nipples. "That's it, baby." JC's breathing became quicker, his liquid movements became erratic as his fiery body climbs the tall ladder of release. Justin takes over when he feels JC's body lose control. The blond feels JC's breath on his neck and when he looks down is captured by the wanton steel eyes. The brunette arches his shoulders into Justin's chest and whispers, "Fuck me, J. Please." "Here, C?" "Now." Justin rests his hands on the slender man's hips, slipping the digits under the waistband. "God, I wanna fuck you so bad. You're so fucking hot right now, so many people watching us." "Mmmm... hurry." ** Lance final receives his drink that he ordered nearly ten agonizing minutes ago. He desperately wants to get back to Joshtin watching, so he hastily tells the bartender to put it on their tab. He takes a quick sip from his yager-bomb as he turns his body. The blond spits back into the glass when his glossy eyes fall upon JC and Justin. "Shit," he whispers wiping the remaining reminisce of the drink from his mouth. The two men were nearly making love right on the dance floor. Justin's hand was down the front of JC's pants, cupping and rubbing the older man's phallus. JC's body wet with sweat was moving his hips so fast, so furious. The blond watches as Justin's hand slides up and under JC's shirt, surely working the hardened nubs he would find there. Then JC's body tenses a bit, slowing his motions. Lance blinks, "No, fucking way are they gonna do that here. For everyone in this damn club to see." Lance sets his drink down and storms through the throng of people. "What the fuck are they thinking?" His eyes watch every move the couple makes, "Jesus, they must have everyone around them creaming their jeans." The enraged blond pushes and prods his way through the swarm of people and eventually reaches the two nearly orgasmic men. He hears their voices as he approaches them from behind. "Uh... uhhh... come on Justin... take em off." "Hang on baby," Justin replies as he begins wiggling the tight leather pants down JC's still moving hips. Lance reaches out and grabs Justin's arm, pulling hard and dislodging the younger blonde's hold of the brunette. "Hey, what the fu..." "What the fuck do you think you two are doing?" Lance yells trying desperately to avoid looking at Justin's tented pants. "You mother fucking idiots. You don't do that shit in public." JC is still gyrating to the music when he turns to figure out what is happening. "Hey, Lansten..," he slurs. "Why'd ya stop... Mmmm," the brunette closes his impassioned eyes while feeling himself up. Lance's emerald orbs avert from Justin's face directly to JC's crotch, mesmerized by the large mound jutting out. "Hey," Justin interrupts. "Look at his face... obvious much." "Shut up, Justin." Lance reaches around the other blond and grabs JC's forearm. He yanks the brunette forward causing him to crash into his chest. The older man's erection jabs into his thigh and he watches as JC rolls his bottom lip under his top, hissing softly. "Get your fucking hands off of him, Lance." Justin lunges toward them and gently grasps the back of his lover's neck, forcing his head back and kissing him deeply. "Mine, remember," Justin replies as he lets JC's tender lips fall from his. "Whatever Justin. I just don't want you two out here fucking for the world to see." "It's okay, sugah," JC pipes in. "We can..." He giggles, "do it later." "You can count on that," Justin replies through a winded breath. "Come on you two let's get to the booth." Justin grasps his lover's hand and guides him through the crowd. He lost count of how many times he felt someone's hands graze his body, and he only could imagine what JC went through. Half way through the crowd, he felt the brunette press against his back. The older man licks the back of his neck and murmurs, "Fucking Lance." Justin smiles. The three of them make it back to the booth without delay and are instantly surrounded by their security team. Justin sits down and motions for his partner to sit with him. JC declines the invitation, informing Justin that he is "gonna get my Sex on the Beach." Justin and Lance both watch as JC makes his way towards the bar, the younger blond catches the other. "Wishful thinking Lance." "If you only knew what I was thinking." Lance turns his glare at the other man, "You should know better." "Yeah, I know, but Lance he was so hot for it." Justin excuses his behaviour and focuses his gaze upon JC again, "I've never seen him this way. I thought may be if we were hot and heavy he'd forget about his inhibitions and fuck me." "You still hanging on that issue." "It's a big one, let me tell you." The azure eyes of Justin's follow ever fluid movement of his lover, watching him flirt with some random girl at the bar. The blond notices that JC is still hard, very hard. He licks his lips. "You who... I'm talking here." "Huh, yeah." He scratches his head, "What were you saying?" Lance slaps his hand against his forehead, "Jesus. I said, what are you gonna do about it?" "Actually, I decided that I wasn't gonna get JC off anymore unless he was getting off inside of me." Justin finally looks at Lance, mischief swirling in his eyes. "JC promised that he wouldn't try." He chuckles, "The little vixen almost had me getting him off in a fucking crowd. Shows you how much will power I have." "That's friggin' ridiculous." Lance searches the crowd for JC, "You aren't gonna make love to him anymore, until he does you." "Ohhh, hell no. I'll still make love to him, but he won't be able to cum unless he cums inside of me." "Are you fucking crazy?" "We agreed that maybe if he was so sexually frustrated that eventually he'd give in." Justin smiles again, "It's pretty solid don't ya think." "No, I think its stupid." Lance waves down a waitress, "I think you should just let him take his time, don't force the issue." Lance orders a drink for him and Justin. The waitress leaves to fetch their alcohol. "Besides, how long do you think you're gonna last not being able to taste him." Justin shifts uncomfortably, "Fuck off, Lance." They both search the crowd for JC. ** Justin presses JC face first hard against the wall. They are at the couples house, all three of them. Lance had excused his self and made his way to the guest room down the hall, Justin had JC all to his self. The blond grinds his hips into JC's ass and bites at the older man's neck. The brunette pushes his backside into Justin and arches his head back, searching for Justin's mouth. Their lips collide in a torrid kiss and again they find themselves struggling for the lead. Justin's lips envelop JC's thick tongue, and slowly slide up and down it, like he'd do if it were JC's cock. He continues stroking JC's tongue as his hands slip down to the brunette's muscular thighs. He rubs them as he continues stealing JC's breath. When the kiss breaks, Justin again presses JC hard into the wall, spreading the slender man's legs and pushing his knee in-between them. JC moans. Justin leans in. "You've been a bad boy tonight, my little vixen." The blond runs a hand up the sleek muscular back and wraps it under one arm, grasping JC's chin, lifting it. He forces the brunette's gaze toward him, "haven't you?" JC nods his head; his golden tresses falling into his face. "You now you're gonna get it don't you. You know it's gonna be hard and fast." JC nods again, knowing that's what Justin wants. "You want it that way, don't you. You want me to fuck you so hard, don't you." Justin brushes his lips against JC's, "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'd wished you fucked me." JC whimpers batting his eyelashes and wiggling his ass, signaling to Justin that he is right. "The safe word is Ambrosia, baby." Justin inhales JC's masculine scent, "Because that's what you are..." he smirks, "food for the God's." "Yes," JC whispers, eyes shining. "Just not to hard baby, okay." "Okay," he murmurs. The blond encircles the older man in a tight embrace, shoving one hand down the front of the leather pants and gripping hard the engorged member he finds there. "Well, well, well, I guess you're all ready to go aren't you." Justin squeezes and kneads JC's quickly tightening balls. He growls into the exposed ear, "don't cum. No matter what don't cum." JC nods his head in understanding and pushes himself up on his tip toes, alleviating the amount of pressure on his phallus. Justin pulls JC to his body and maneuvers the both of them into their room. He shoves JC onto the bed and quickly strips off his shirt. He watches as JC slowly moves up the bed, in order to make more room between his self and Justin. The blond discards the rest of his cloths rather quickly and stalks JC up the bed. He pins the older man down, holding delicate wrists above golden hair and straddling the bucking hips. "Justin... Get off me." "No... I don't think so. It's time for me to teach you a lesson." Justin leans in and overwhelms JC's swollen red lips. He dips his tongue deep into the brunette's steaming cavern, thrusting it in and out, in and out. JC presses his hips upward and tries moving his mouth from the assailant. He feels one hand move off of his wrist and then grasp lightly against his throat. "Stop," Justin orders. JC stills. "That's better," the blond says and then licks from the hollow of his lover's neck to the point of his chin. "You ready?" "Yes, please Justin." The blond forcefully rolls JC over and lays on top of him. He feels his lover's body tremble and shake. He knows that JC doesn't like it this way, from behind but JC had to learn his lesson. Justin presses his lower body into JC and bores down hard. "We need to get you out of your cloths first, don't we?" JC whimpers. Justin runs his hands underneath the struggling man's shirt, "Lift up." JC complies and the blond roughly pulls it over the other's head. He tosses the article over his shoulder not caring where it landed. The younger man scrapes his fingers down JC's sides, leaving trails of raised flesh. "Perfect," he mumbles. Justin grabs the waistband of the leather pants and yanks them down over perfectly shaped hips, exposing the supple mounds of white skin. The blond licks his lips and dips his mouth against the skin, nipping and biting. Justin resumes pulling the pants down, running his tongue over the newly exposed areas, until final they reach JC's ankles. He leaves them. JC peers over his shoulder, "Aren't you gonna take... take them off?" His answer is in the form of Justin pushing his face back into the pillows. "Shut up," he nearly yells. "Justin..." JC's voice is muffled as he turns his head to the side, "stop." Justin ignores his lover's pleas, "Lift up, get your ass up here." JC supports his weight on his forearms and raises his ass to Justin. He coyly looks over his shoulder, watching Justin slip his tongue out hungrily assailing his aperture. He moans and writhes rubbing his forehead into his arms and rolling his hips forward. He is enjoying every last second of the beautiful blond man's liquid torture, as the puckered muscle instinctively opens and closes. JC feels the mounds of his ass cheeks spread, tongue thrust into him. The brunette steals another glance over his shoulder watching as Justin draws his face slightly away, allowing a drop of spit to fall onto the quivering hole. The younger lover quickly rubs the substance into JC. What the older man wasn't expecting is Justin's fingers entering him without lube; he screams into his collapsing arms. "Just....in...owwww....stop." Justin nearly stops upon hearing the startling scream, but he continues when he sees JC's desire filled eyes gazing at him. The blond continues licking and probing the puckered hole in front of him while his two fingers are still deep inside his lover. The young man moans into the heated flesh. Then, suddenly, he forcefully pushes JC's body back down against the cool bedding and straddles the lower legs of the prone man. The younger man pulls his fingers out, slapping the white mounds splayed out in front of him. "You were sooo bad tonight," Justin sneers at the back of the brunette's head and smirks. He continues his vicious slaps against JC's backside, striking the exposed flesh again and again, until the once white area was now a entrancing red hue. JC rolls his hips into the mattress each time he feels the stinging sensation from Justin's harsh touch. He yelps when Justin's hand comes down particularly hard, and he bites his lips to keep from crying out more often. The raining blows stop and JC dares to sneak a peek over his shoulder once again, eyes glistening, hands wrapped tight in the soft bedding. The brunette cringes when he notices why Justin has stopped, what he is now preparing to do. Justin is lining himself up with the brunette's opening, ignoring the tight muscles hiding it. The blond pushes his self forcefully into his lover, hearing the older man hiss. He waits a few seconds while rotating his hips, working his thick cock deeper into JC. The brunette's legs slip and slide across the bedding trying desperately to dislodge his self from the cumbersome leather pants. Eventually, he is successful and moves his legs apart, allowing Justin to slide all the way in and pressing his own erection deep into the mattress. JC's body is now able to accommodate Justin's girth and the blond begins a rough and punishing pace. JC groans and bites the pillow in front of him, diminishing the appreciative sounds. He feels Justin's hands grip his shoulders coercing his body still, demanding his body to accept all of the younger man's cock. The action also forces his own passion swelled erection agonizingly deeper into the bed. JC worries and licks his lips, perspiration dripping onto the pillow, he pushes back into his lover, feeling the familiar sensation of his pending orgasm. The brunette, however, is surprised at what happens next. Justin quickly pulls out of JC and forcefully yanks the older man's hips up and away from the mattress. Then dives back into him, pushing his girth all the way in and pulling all the way out. He continues the teasing motion of filling the brunette and leaving him empty until JC is shivering with need, desire. Justin rubs his hand up and down the sweaty expanse in front of his eyes, smiling. "You thought I was gonna let you get off," Justin accents his point with a particularly harsh thrust. "You thought wrong." JC only moans as Justin continues to send sparks of electricity through his hypersensitive body. "A promise is a promise." "Please, Justin," the brunette begs while reaching between his thighs and grabbing his stiff red cock. He hastily begins pumping his organ ferociously. Justin quickly grabs a fistful of golden tresses and again yanks JC's head back. "Bad Boy," he hisses into JC's ear, while quickening his pace, pushing hard, fast. "Stop touching your self," Justin bites the brunette's ear, pushing harder, faster. JC can feel his orgasm mount, can feel the tingling sensation of his balls tightening up and his muscles quake. He continues his fiery pace, sliding his hand up and down the cum covered phallus. The brunette barely registers Justin's grip tighten in his hair, or his sore ass from the continual harsh force his lover is using. JC gasps. He doesn't care, however, he only cares about the euphoric sensation reeling throughout. The nearly euphoric man doesn't notice when Justin again pulls out of him, doesn't know when or how the younger man flipped him over. He doesn't remember how the younger man yanked both of his hands above his head. He only remembers the sense of loss, the heighten amount of tension coursing through his wanton frame. The brunette moans deeply, head rocking from side to side. "Jus... stin... Let me... Let me," JC pleads. Justin engulfs both wrists into one hand and reaches over his fervent lover. He leans down and traps the older man's puffy lips and steals JC's breath, his attention. While working his blissful magic on JC's mouth, he pulls out two long lengths of rope from the drawer next to the bed. He sits up from his feeding and begins to knot the lengths. He allows JC's hands to skirt over his thighs and brush against his engorged member. He closes his eyes and enjoys JC's ministrations. "Lean... up... I want it..." JC purrs as he continues pumping the hard flesh in front of him. The blond obliges and leans his torso over the top of JC's head, allowing his cock to bob in front of the older man's mouth. The wanton lover instantly wraps his lips around it, working up and down the shaft. Justin whimpers and lulls his head forward watching his lover's tongue flicker the tip. "Open baby. I want to fuck that hot mouth of yours." JC carefully readjusts his self under Justin and slips the cock into his mouth. The blond begins rolling his hips and thrusting into the heated passage. Justin continues until he notices JC fisting his own harden phallus. The blond pulls his cock free and slides down the sleek frame, grasping the offending hand. JC again finds himself on his stomach. Justin encircles his hand around one of JC's slender wrists, wrenching it behind his back. JC tries to pull away, "Justin... don't.... don't tie me up." "I've gotta JC, after tonight... at the club... I can't trust you. I can't trust that you won't keep your hands off yourself." "I promise," JC whimpers. "Nope, you had your chance. You tried to trick me into getting you off tonight, I can't trust a sly vixen like you, now can I?" Justin loosely encircles JC's wrist with the rope. He then loops and knots the other end readying it for the free wrist. However, he notices that JC is lying on top of it. "JC get up." "No," he murmurs into the pillow. Justin's fingers ensnare into JC's hair, tugging his head back, "Get... Up...," the blond growls. JC gives in and permits Justin to drag the other wrist behind his back. The blond secures it like the other one, so that the brunette's arms are crossed behind his back and anchored into place. "Perfect." Before JC can respond, he feels Justin begin to push his large member into him once more. The brunette's eyes widen and he bites into the pillow. The unusual position causes him discomfort and pain as his lover enters him. "Unnnnnn...." JC screams into the mound of material between his teeth. Justin's hands are on either side of JC's head and his strong thighs are pinning JC's closed. Justin pounds into the trapped brunette, in out, in out, speeding up and thrusting harder. The mix of pain and pleasure didn't stop for JC upon Justin entering him, it continues throughout most of the fast paced love making. Lips trembling, JC almost says the safe word. Justin feels the tension and lack of responsiveness in his lover's body as the older man tries seeking purchase on the slippery material and accommodate for the size of Justin. The blond soon realizes that this is not fun or pleasing to his partner, he stops. He leans down and wraps his arms around the prone man, "Baby?" Justin notices a slight shimmering in the sexed haze eyes glancing up at him; he slowly pulls out. He reaches up and gently grasps JC's shoulder, easing him onto his back. The blond brushes his fingers over a sharp cheek, staring lovingly into forgiving eyes. JC blinks slowly, "Why'd you stop?" Justin gives a small smile, "I don't want to hurt you, baby." He caresses JC's neck with gentle fingers, "I could tell you didn't like it." "I'm sorry," JC whispers. "Shhhh..." Justin mumbles as he captures the brunette's lips and slowly devours them, delaying the mood some and lulling his lover into a false sense of security. He rubs his hand down the sweat covered skin until he reaches JC's rigid member, squeezing it. JC arches into the touch. Justin whispers into an exposed ear, "I'm not done, you know that don't you." JC nods. Justin leans back and reaches into the open night stand drawer. He quickly swipes a large object from its confines and places it on JC's stomach. The brunette sneaks a glance down his body and recognizes the item. He tips his head back and groans. The blond, ignoring his lover's actions, rises up over the bound brunette and grasp the artificial phallus. He places one of the ends near JC's mouth and he leans close. "Take it," the blond demands into a receptive ear. "Take it in." JC opens his mouth affording the younger man the opportunity to glide the plastic in. The brunette laps at the dildo while staring into crazed azure eyes. He sucks the end and flicks the tip with his skillful tongue, while watching Justin's own graze hungry lips. JC excepts as much of the phallus into his mouth that Justin wants and purrs when he witnesses the blond work the other end. Justin begins moving the dildo between them, rocking it back and forth. He closes his eyes and savors the feel of the item brushing against the back of his throat, envisioning JC's cock. The blond reopens his eyes and stares down at JC's face. He moans at the sight and gently leans back, pulling the object from his uninhibited lover's heated cavern. The young lover smiles waiting for the brunette to open his eyes. When JC finally allows his beautiful orbs to flutter open, he catches Justin's wicked smile. He watches as his lover gently grasps his ankles pulling his legs apart, spreading him wider. Justin aligns the fake phallus and drives it unmercifully into him. JC's head wrenches back at the intrusion, eyes watering. "Unnnnnnn..." He wiggles his hips a bit allowing a more comfortable angle. The brunette pinches his lips together and squeezes his liquid blue eyes shut, relishing the feel of his lover slide the large dildo in and out of his ardent body. The harsh snap of Justin's wrists jars the brunette's slim frame, electricity shooting up his spine, precum dribbling onto his stomach. The impassioned lover groans appreciatively. Justin's release is near as he fists his cock, watching JC writhe on the artificial phallus. He can feel his muscles tighten and his body begin to stiffen. He smiles menacingly down at JC and continues the constant stimulation to his cock by roughly moving his hand up and down it. He pushes his self against his brunette lover and gratefully releases the tension, the euphoric emotions onto JC's swollen erection. The older man moans upon feeling the warm liquid splash onto his heated flesh. The blond resumes his angry pace as he settles down from his first powerful orgasm. "Again," he whispers. His body barely relaxed after releasing onto JC, and it took only a few seconds of watching himself fuck JC to get back an arousal. He leans down and wraps his lips around the dildo and sucks on the end. The blond allows it to slide down his throat several times before finally releasing it. He stares up JC's sleek frame and is captivated by what he sees. JC's body is tight. Random cords of muscles are standing out as JC tries to control his body, allow it the release it needs. His mouth is partially opened and his tongue is darting quickly and erratically over dry lips. The older man's hips are rocking and his body is arched, trying desperately to overcome the overwhelming feeling within him. He beings to roll his head from side to side, allowing strands of golden hair to fall into his eyes. Justin unconsciously reaches up and moves the hair, wanting a full view of his lover's face. Justin moves back into position between JC's legs. He grasps the second length of rope and reaches underneath JC's desperate frame. The young blond secures the rope in the middle and grabs an ankle, tying it tight. He reciprocates his actions with the other ankle, smirking at the results. The dominate young man leans over the top of his lover and nuzzles just behind his ear. "Fuck me," the blond whispers. "If you do," he cups the throbbing member, "you can get rid of this." JC's wet lashes flutter as he shakes his head incoherently. The blonde's hand travels further and wiggles the hard plastic deeper inside JC. The brunette response by attempting to thrust his hips in the air. "I've got an idea," Justin mumbles as he maneuvers his larger frame toward the end of the bed, positioning his groin against JC's. His hand ensnares the dildo and pulls it slightly out of the brunette. JC moans at the loss. He hears another moan as he moves closer and allows the hard plastic to invade his body; he hisses. The blond slowly works the length into him, in out, back and forth until it slides in easily. Justin is satisfied with his actions only when an expanse the size of a fist is between their two bodies. Justin groans. He moves the dildo deeper into JC and then himself, rocking his hips hard onto the fake phallus, enjoying the electrifying feeling that it forces through his body. He first works at a slow pace, relishing every movement inside him and then quickly speeds up as the tension in his body mounts. The younger lover leans up staring into JC's steel passion hazed eyes, "Fuck me," Justin repeats. "Roll your hips baby." JC moves once making the dildo penetrate further into Justin, "mmmmm, fuck yeah.... like that." JC's hips begin moving slowly at first and then inspired by Justin's voice, quickens. "Huhhhh...Huhhhh....Huhhhhh.....," JC's pleasure filled voice rolls over the blonde's ears. Justin lets go of the plastic separating him from his lover and allows JC's movements to take over. "Mmm...unnnn.... Yeeeeaaahhh.... Oh God," Justin's head snaps back on a particular hard thrust and he closes his eyes, enjoying every second, every roll of slender hips. Justin can hear JC's grunts of appreciation, while that of his own echoes them. Justin reaches for his erection pulling roughly. It's only a matter of minutes before Justin is spilling his essences over his stomach screaming in ecstasy. The blond continues undulating on the plastic shaft while milking the remaining cum from his now very sensitive cock. He feels his lover desperately working his self on the other end, begging for release. Justin sighs and slowly reaches a cum covered hand down between their groins. He backs his weakened frame away from his lover, gradually removing the phallus. The blond looks up when he hears JC cry out. Justin is shocked to see tears running down the sides of the brunette face. He gently tugs the plastic dildo from the trapped man and unties his ankles. JC's body is extremely taut, eyes squeezed shut, lips bleeding. He gasps suddenly, startling Justin. "Unnnnnnn... unnnnn, huh... huh," he sobs despondently while attempting to calm his heighten body. JC slowly opens his eyes pleading with Justin. The blond ignores him moving up the bed to rest beside him. "You were really good, tonight baby," Justin admits while stroking the back of his knuckles against JC's temple. "Jussss..." he licks his lips. "Un... untie... untie me." "I can't... you'll just... fuck your fist." "Yeaah.... mmmm so." "That defeats the purpose." "Please, I... I promise." Justin peers down at begging eyes and finally gives in, untying JC's wrists. JC instantly wraps his redden wrists around Justin's neck and pulls the blond close. "Please... Please don't." "Please don't what baby." Justin whispers. "Don't leave you like this?" JC shakes his head, "Don't tie me up." "Why?" "I... I can't... can't touch you... you make love to me... and and I can't touch you... Feel you tremble, feel your heat. Please never again." Justin brings JC even closer, inhaling the smell of sex pouring from his lover. "Never, I promise." Touched by JC's comments, Justin slides his hand down his lover sweat soaked torso and cups JC. The brunette hisses. Then screams out as his hips flex once, twice. He presses his lips to Justin's neck as the simple touch is enough to cause his body to rid himself of the pent up tension that had been tormenting his body. The blond watches as JC's eyes close and his breathing evens out. Justin runs his fingers through his lover's hair still appreciating the words the brunette had spoken. The blonde's attention is lured away from his older lover when he hears a door shut. He resumes absentmindedly petting JC's hair while a simple thought plays through his mind. He was watching us again. He blinks several times before leaning in and kisses the sweat laden tresses, murmuring into JC's head, "Love like that baby, those words," he chokes out, "will be enough, even if you never enter my body, you will always be in my heart."