Craving for satisfaction

Sequel to "Mine"


JC sat alone in the booth, watching. His boyfriend, Justin, and his other six friends were on the dance floor getting their grooves on with other people in the club. The brunette slowly lifted his glass of gin and tonic toward his lips while entranced by Justin’s seductive movements. The blond was working his body hard, and JC could see the droplets of sweat run down the smooth hard body. JC closed his eyes and envisioned his tongue lapping at the glistening sweat, savoring the salty taste. The older man took another drink of his quickly evaporating beverage. With his eyes still closed, JC thought back to the night Justin possessed his body and soul right in front of these very same friends. It was one of the most intense nights of sex he had ever experienced. Just thinking about the way in which Justin owned him made the older man’s groin tighten. Since that time, JC stopped flirting with other men and now just sits back and watches Justin. Little did he know that he was being watched, as well.

Justin danced provocatively accentuating every move, desperately trying to provoke his lover to come out onto the dance floor. He wanted nothing more than to dance with his sweaty hot boyfriend in front of the entire group of people. The blond wanted everyone in the room to know that JC was with him and no one else. Justin swiveled his hips and thrust them forward all the while watching his lover’s reaction. It was then he realized that JC was not paying attention. He watched as JC took a swallow of his drink and then licked his plump lips. Justin’s groin jumped at the sight. His body craved JC’s. His body wanted JC. Justin’s body was going to have JC. The blond smiled as an idea popped into his head. He sauntered across the floor like he was on the prowl, knowing full well the eyes that were watching him and sat down next to JC.

JC’s eyes snapped open when he felt a hard sweaty body lean into him. “Hey, baby.”

“Jus…tin? What are you doing up here?”

“Why aren’t you out there on the dance floor, hmm? You know how much I love it when you’re all sweaty and hot, dancing up on me.” The blond paused thinking about his next comment, “Besides, I really miss watching you in action.” JC shrugged his shoulders and turned his head away. “Hey… hey, C. What’s wrong?” Justin asked with a faint tinge of concern evident in his voice. The blond cupped his hand on JC’s cheek and gently moved his lover’s face back toward him. JC shifted in his seat causing Justin to look down into the brunette’s lap. “Oh…” he chuckled. “Why are you so hard, baby? Hmmm?” he whispered in an ear. “What were you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” the brunette whispered, ashamed.

“Really?” Justin placed his free hand onto JC’s thigh, brushing his fingers against the growing erection. “So thinking about nothing gets you this hard. Well, I wonder how hard you get when you think about me?” Justin smirked and licked the side of JC’s face. He slid his hand down between his boyfriend’s legs and squeezed the amply sized erection, massaging it.

JC squirmed slightly pushing his hips forward encouragingly. A deep moan escaped from his lips, eyes closed. JC’s lips were caught by wanton ones as Justin took what he wanted from the now plaint JC.

Justin, taking advantage of his boyfriends state, straddled JC’s lean body. His hand never left JC’s cock during the transition. The brunette’s head tipped back against the back of the booth exposing his long slender neck. The younger man again instantly surged forward lapping the pale skin and then sucking and nibbling the soft flesh.

“Mmmm…” JC moaned.

The blond man smiled. “You’re right where I want you, baby. There is nothing better on this planet than you sinuous, aroused and begging for more, because of me.” The blond purred into JC’s ear as his face nuzzled against it. Justin used his other hand to unzip the loose fitting blue jeans that hindered his exploration. He stopped his massage of JC’s cock only briefly as he reached down and helped the stiff phallus out of its tight confines. JC hissed at the contact and his eyes fluttered open.

“Mmmmmm,” JC again purred. “Wa..wait?”

Justin ignored his boyfriend’s plea and continued manipulating and teasing the aroused cock. “Ah… there’s my baby,” Justin sighed, eyes sparkled with mirth.  

“No, Justin. Not here.” JC once again beseeched.

Justin looked into JC’s eyes, all laughter gone. “Wrong, JC.” He squeezed harder accentuating his point. “Anywhere I want.” He slid sideways off of his lover and slid his grip to the base of his toy. He looked over his shoulder making eye contact with JC, and hissed, “Anywhere, I want.” He aggressively engulfed the phallus in front of him working it at a hard and intense pace feeding his hunger. His intent was getting JC off quick and hard; leaving JC in one of Justin’s favorite states; satisfied. Next to JC begging, this was Justin’s favorite. The younger man moved from his position beside his lover to between his legs, wanting a better more gratifying angle.

The blond sustained his hard-pressed actions until he felt JC’s body become rigid, hips flexed and legs tight. He knew that the brunette was close. JC grunted in shallow breaths, he was so close. Justin stopped.

“Wha…” was the only thing JC could manage saying between ragged breaths. Justin moved his hand up and down slowly on the pulsating shaft watching JC’s hips nearly quake with anticipation. JC was biting his lip and clutching the edge of the booth’s bench wanting desperately for Justin to finish what he started. “Jus…mmmmm.”

“Beg for it, JC.”

“Jus…?” His eyes were still closed with his head tipped forward allowing strands of hair to envelope his face.

“I said beg for it.” Justin leaned down and ran his tongue up the underside of JC’s phallus and sucked in the tip, lapping up the precum. “I want you to beg me. Tell me what you want me to do, baby.”

“Justin… I need….need to…mmmmm.” JC’s hips surged forward wanting Justin’s wet hot mouth to wrap around his needy shaft. The blond allowed the cock to fall from his lips as he gently soothed the heated flesh in front of him by rubbing large caressing hands up under JC’s tight black shirt. He rested them, finally, on the slender hips and he forced them back down into the seat.  

“C, tell me.”

“Mmmm…Please Justin…please I need you. Let me cum…. I need to, please.”

“I don’t believe you, baby.” Justin again sucked on the tip pushing his tongue into the sensitive slit.

“Argh…. Jesus,” again JC’s hips tried to move forward. “Please…plea… umm. I’m… I’m begging you. Please,” JC whimpered in a soft voice.

“That’s better.” Justin took the entire length into his mouth and nestled his nose into the soft hair at the base of it. He made a moaning sound that vibrated the back of his throat and sent waves of pleasure up JC’s spine. It only took a few moments until JC gave a soft moan indicating his orgasm. His body tightened; one hand resting on Justin’s head, the other curled white knuckled on the edge of the bench. The brunette’s hips lurched forward and his legs went straight. Justin quickly gazed upward staring at JC’s pleasure filled face. Watching his lover worry his bottom lip, Justin sucked harder. JC’s mouth fell open and his eyes squeezed shut just as Justin tasted the warm milky substance flowing from his lover’s cock.  

“Ahhh….unnnn…” the brunette’s voice barely a whisper.  

Justin persisted until he was content, finally allowing the limp phallus to fall from his mouth. The blond stalked JC’s lips and pressed his firmly against them. This was JC at his best, hypersensitive and pliable, and willing to do just about anything Justin wanted. As soon as Justin pulled free from his demanding kiss, he smothered JC with small touches of his lips on the most sensitive of JC’s G spots. Just under and behind the ear was the one that Justin loved to use the most for getting his way, but the older man’s nipples were begging for attention; the blond could feel them through JC’s tight shirt. He lowered his body slightly sucking and pulling on the tight nubs; eliciting hungry noises from his lover.

“You make me so hard, baby. Can you feel how hard you make me?” Justin pressed his erection down hard onto JC’s thigh grinding his hips in a circular pattern. “Feel me baby. Feel me,” Justin whispered licking the outer edge of his lover’s ear. “You make me like this, only you.” He finished his statement off with a soft sultry kiss of JC’s plump lips.  

The blonde’s upper body was now completely flush with the lithe frame, nipples rubbing against nipples. Justin was sinuously riding JC’s muscular thigh, rolling his hips gracefully and only allowing a small gap between their stomachs. The younger man’s own thigh was chafing against JC’s unclothed and recovering phallus causing a small mewl. His strong arms were wrapped behind the shivering frame and his hands tangled in lustrous golden curls. He used his grip to slightly tilt the brunette’s head back and feast on the exposed flesh; taking what he wanted from his utterly compliant lover and what JC dutifully gave.  

“I want you so bad right now, C,” Justin hummed into JC’s reddened ear. “So bad.” The blond undulated his hips and was not surprised to feel his lover’s hips move counterpoint with his own. “You want it to, don’t you, baby?”

“Hmmm…ye…yeah. Pl…please.”

Justin pulled JC closer, hugging him. He wanted nothing else than to make love with JC right then and there but he couldn’t. The younger man needed to control his urges, control his domination over his lover. Justin remembered not more than a few weeks ago he possessed JC’s body hard and aggressively in front of these very same friends that were with them now. He doubted his lover had recovered from that public display of dominance. He couldn’t take JC in a public place again even though he knew JC would let him. The brunette would let him do anything he wanted. It was not fair to JC. JC should not be put on display like that utterly vulnerable and open for everyone in the club to see. Only he should see JC in that state; wanton, obedient and submissive. Justin had to stop for his sake and JC’s.

He pulled the brunette even closer adding pressure to both groins, bring forth a sensually moan. “I want you,” he mumbled into the side of JC’s head staying his hips movements.  

“Take…take me,” JC pleaded.

“Not… not here.” Justin kissed the side of the brunette’s neck, nibbling it bruising it.

“Jus…tin… umm… any anywhere you want me.” JC started moving his own hips rocking the two erections against immovable thighs. Justin’s hand immediately left the brunette’s hair and pressed down on the moving hips, stilling them.

“No, I won’t do that to you again. I won’t use you like that. I won’t expose you like that, leave you vulnerable to wandering eyes.” Justin’s eyes began to tear as he leaned back desperately searching JC’s face. “I love you, baby. And what we do together, what we are together, stays between us from now on. Okay.” JC slowly nodded his head. “You never have to give yourself to me in front of others. Don’t give in to me. Tell me no and mean it.” The brunette turned his gaze as tears began escaping his eyes. “I need to control my cravings for you.”

“I thought that’s that’s what you wanted.”

“It is, but don’t give it to me. Make me wait; don’t let me dominate over common sense. You don’t deserve that kind of treatment. I’m so… so sorry.”

JC’s body again began to react as he thought back to the night Justin made love to him on the white leather couch. He gave a small smile. The brunette turned back toward Justin. “You asked me before…umm…before you started what had me so hard.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I was thinking about that night. How you were utterly in control of my body and how completely satisfied and spent I was. It was one of the best nights of making love I’ve ever experienced. I’m not sorry it happened.” JC’s cheeks flushed red, “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to again.”

Justin shook his head in disbelieve. “No.”

“So… so you’re just gonna leave me all hot, hard and needy,” a shade of anger in his voice.  

“Yes,” the blond whispered. Then Justin grabbed JC’s throbbing member and said, “Stay hard for me, baby. When we get back home, I want you hard,” with those final words he quickly pulled free from JC and maneuvered himself through the crowd.  

JC blinked repeatedly. He could not believe Justin just left him. The brunette was rock hard and ready for sex; he needed Justin. As he sat up from his slouched position and straightened his clothing, he noticed Brian Litterell watching him. God damn fucking voyeur, JC thought. Maybe he can do something about this, he continued thinking as he pushed his erect penis back into his jeans. Thank god I wore loose ones.  

JC was still sitting in the booth thinking about the blowjob his boyfriend just gave him and his departing words. The vision alone was enough to keep him erect and that was just how Justin told him to stay. While he was continuing his mental fantasy, Joey and Lance approached him.  

“Hey, JC.” No answer. “Hey space cadet the music isn’t that loud.”

“Whoa…oh, hey Joey.” JC patted the empty space next to him, “why don’t you two have a seat.”

“Well, actually. We wondering if you were ready to go or not?” Lance’s deep voice questioned.  

“I don’t know, you need to ask Justin if I’m ready to go or not.” JC smiled.

“Umm… didn’t he tell you?”

“Tell me what Joey?”

“Justin left with Chris, like twenty minutes ago. They were going to a different club.”

JC looked away from the two shamefully. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He whispered, “No. He…he didn’t tell…tell me.”

Lance quickly sat down beside JC and wrapped a comforting arm around his shaking shoulders. “Oh. I’m sorry C, sweetie. Did you two get into a fight or something? Is that why he left without telling you?”

“No…I don’t…don’t think so. He left me after giving me a blowjob and stoking me up again. I… I had no idea he was upset with me.”

“Well, maybe we should give him a call and see what gives. It’s not like Justin to leave you hanging like that, regardless of where you are.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Lance wholeheartedly agreed as he tried desperately to shake the images of Justin fucking JC out of his mind.

Joey pulled out his cell phone and excused himself. He walked toward the door, motioning for one of the bodyguards to follow him out. He dialed Justin’s cell and was surprised when Chris answered it. “What? Is the little brat screening his phone calls or something?” Joey nearly shouted.

“Hey, I’m just the answering machine here, and if I were you I’d cut out the attitude or I’m not taking your message.”

“Chris, were is he? Ask him why he left without telling JC?”  

“I don’t really think that’s any of your business, do you, Joey?”

“Yeah, its my fucking business. I mean he just left JC high and dry not to mention hot and hard. Why would he do that?”

“Look, Joey. Justin is trying to figure some things out right now. He doesn’t need you or anyone else screaming at him. Just give him some time and he’ll straighten everything out with JC.”

“So let me get this straight. Justin left JC fucking hard as a rock. Then he leaves the club without telling JC where he was going let alone that he left at all. He did this, so that he could clear his mind of something but we don’t know what. Meanwhile, JC sits alone in a club that is known for its openness for homosexuals, by his self, with at least a half dozen pairs of eyes on him, thinking that Justin is there somewhere in the crowd ready to protect him. Yet, to JC’s utter dismay, Justin isn’t here and has left making JC think he’s done something wrong.” Joey paused for a moment to catch his breath. “So, where’s the right in this situation, Chris.”

“Are you finished?” Chris asked.  

“Just answer my fucking question.”

The phone was silent for a few seconds until Joey heard a soft nervous voice on the other end. “Joey,” the voice pleaded.

“Justin, where the hell are you? And what the fuck were you thinking leaving JC here by his self?”

“I… I got scared.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

“I wanted him so bad, Joey. Have you ever felt that way, felt that much? I just wanted to fuck him right there. I wanted him so so bd.”

“That hasn’t stopped you before Justin. Why now?”

“It wasn’t right the first time and if I hadn’t left, I would’ve done it again and JC would’ve let me.” Justin paused. “He doesn’t deserve it. Leaving was my only option. If I stayed they I would’ve went back to him. I can’t control myself when I’m around him. I crave his body, his touch. I crave being inside him giving him pleasure, satisfying his every need.”

“Okay, okay I think I get it. You can’t get enough of him.” Joey paused, “What do you want me to tell JC? He does have a right to know.”

“Joey, you can’t tell him what I just told you. Tell him that I’ll meet him at the house. Tell him I said to go out with you two and have fun without me.”

“Justin,” Joey whined. “JC is never any fun without you around. He’ll just sit there and think about you the whole time and be boring.”

“I know, but take him out anyway.”

“All right, but you better tell him what gives or else.”

There was another pause. “Joey,” Justin whispered. “Tell JC not to forget what I told him to do for me. Remind him for me.”

“You’re sick Justin. Absolutely sick but I’ll remind him.” Joey pressed the end button and walked back into the club. He sauntered toward the booth where he left JC and Lance and realized instantly his mistake. He should not have left a horny JC with Lance. Shit, Joey thought. The younger brunette quickly navigated his way through the crowd and stopped in front of the booth. He yelled, “Lance.”

The blonde’s head snapped up upon hearing his name. “Yeah, what gives?”

“You are so lucky you weren’t macking on JC just now.”

“Yeah, like I would ever try that again. Besides JC went to the bathroom, he said he wanted to go home and wait for Justin there.”

“Well, unfortunately Justin wants us to force him to go with us to the next club.”

“I vote we let him take the limo home. He isn’t gonna enjoy himself anyway.” Lance looked in the direction of the bathroom and watched as JC exited the area. Two men standing by the door also were watching him as he walked across the dance floor. The taller of the two decided to follow him. Lance stood up from the booth, “Hey, I’ll be right back. While I’m gone you call for the limo to pick us up outside the doors.” Lance waltzed across the dance floor meeting the clueless JC half way and threw his arm around him, placing a kiss on JC’s cheek. The man that was following ducked away. Lance smiled.

“Hey, what was that for?” JC smiled.

“Just saving your ass. And I mean that literally.”

“Okay.” JC shrugged his shoulders. “Is Joey back yet?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you tell him I wanted to go home?”

“Of course. He was all for it,” Lance lied. The blond bass singer placed his hand on the small of JC’s back and guided him to the front door. “The limo is waiting for you. We told the driver to take you home.” Lance looked down at his watch barely able to make out the time. “It looks like its around midnight. You should be home by, at the latest, one o’clock.”

“K.” The two exited the building and walked toward the limo. The driver quickly opened the door of JC and he crawled inside. The driver shut the door softly and walked around to the other side of the vehicle and soon the two were on their way toward JC’s and Justin’s.

 

 

Justin walked into their house and stared up the staircase. He hoped that JC would have gone with Lance and Joey but he did not. Lance had called him shortly after putting JC into the limo nearly three hours ago, and told Justin that JC wanted, needed to go home. He slowly ascended the stairs toward their master bedroom not wanting to deal with his issues right now. When he opened the slightly ajar door, he stood in disbelieve. JC was not in the room. Justin didn’t even bother going into the room, instead he focused all his attention toward finding his lover.  

The first room that he thought of checking was JC’s old room, where he stayed before they were together. He opened the door carefully and quietly and was greeted with a mouth-watering sight. JC indeed was sleeping in his old room. He was lying on the full size bed with his legs wide apart teasingly; face down. Both arms were snuggled underneath the satin pillow and his head turned sideways. The only thing covering JC’s body was his white boxer brief and he noticed a slight tenting in the front of them due to the partially bent knee. Justin unconsciously licked his lips as he stared at the prone lean body.  

Justin entered the room as quietly as possible and undressed. He was completely naked when he crawled onto the bed with his lover, careful not to disturb him. The blond man laid on his back next to JC not touching him, just staring at the ceiling trying desperately not to attack his boyfriend’s sleeping form. However, his craving for the lean body was too much and he rolled over hovering his larger frame over the top of JC’s. He leaned forward and placed his wet tongue on the back of JC’s shoulder lapping it gently. Justin felt his lover shiver as he moved down the brunette’s body and grabbed the edges of the boxer brief pulling them down revealing the supple white mound of JC’s ass. The blond laid his lips on the heated skin, kissing each cheek lightly. It still wasn’t enough to satisfy Justin’s cravings, he wanted more, needed more. He mouthed the exposed skin at first, and then bit the smooth area roughly leaving tiny marks. Justin’s careless vigorous assault on JC’s ass caused him to thrust it up, begging for more.

Justin’s large hands smoothed up the side of JC’s body calming his lover. “Even half awake you beg for me don’t you, baby.”

“Uhhh…” JC moaned still not fully awake.  

The blond continued rubbing JC’s scorching body as he traveled his tongue over his back, drawing patterns. “The noises you make, just encourage me, tease me. You hearten my behavior and you don’t even know it.”  

Finally, Justin moved down. He spread the brunette’s legs barely apart and pulled his knees underneath him. Justin put one hand on each ass cheek forcing them away from each other. JC’s half awaken form squirmed faintly at the new sensation. The young lover leaned down and settled his tongue inside the freshly exposed hole. At the first contact JC’s long elegant eyelashes fluttered open, unable to open fully due to the pleasure he was being given. Justin lapped at the opening gently at first and then his need became greedier. His tongue darted forcefully in and withdrew painstakingly slow. Over and over Justin pushed his tongue in as JC pushed back, leaving behind a wet and heated opening.  

“Un…. Un…yeah,” JC whispered.

Justin withdrew his tongue and forced his arms underneath JC. He slid his hands up the fiery body as he laid down on top of the smaller man. One hand stopped at JC’s shoulder while the other continued and cupped under the brunette’s chin. Justin pulled the older man’s head back and nibbled his ear. “You want me, don’t you.” He whispered. “You want me to finish what I started earlier, don’t you,” he stated. Justin rubbed his cock into JC’s ass as he spoke. “Tell me what you want. Beg for it.”

“Yes. God yes,” JC whimpered. “Please,” he choked.

The young lover moved his hand from JC’s chin and pushed his fingers into a waiting mouth. JC clamped his mouth down and swirled his tongue around them sucking on them feverishly. When Justin was satisfied he removed his fingers from the hot carven.  

The blond leaned back and rested on top of JC’s legs. He pulled the sheet from underneath JC causing the older man to hiss as it scraped his swollen cock. Justin balled the covers up. “Push back, baby.”  

“Jus…tin. Ummm.” JC obediently pressed his hips back allowing Justin to place the sheet underneath him, slightly elevating his hips. When the brunette settled back down his erection was nestled inside the sheet. “Mmmm.” JC whimpered.

JC tried to spread himself open for Justin but the younger man would not allow it. “Don’t move baby, let me.” He pulled apart the cheeks and aligned his stiff cock at the small opening. Justin leaned forward placing the tip at the entrance but stopped when he felt JC’s legs spread. “No,” Justin whispered. However, the blond took advantage of his lover’s actions and surged forward into him. JC screamed. “God. So fucking tight like this, baby. So fucking tight.” The younger man used his own legs to pinch together JC’s, effectively pinning them down by wrapping his feet around the other’s knees making the fit incredible taut. Justin rocked his body hard into JC pushing deeper into his lover with each roll of his hips. His cock never left JC’s body; he only forced it harder and deeper keeping their connection unbroken. Justin wanted JC to feel him fully buried within his body, but he noticed that for every thrust into JC’s body; his lover was pushed forward nullifying his attempts to completely fill him. The blond descended forward onto JC and grabbed his wrists, holding them down and out away from their sweating forms. When he rolled his hips into JC, the brunette’s body was forced to take his cock hard and deep.

“Un…un…un…” JC soft grunts and soulful moans kept the cadence as Justin continued with his deep hard fuck of his lover.  

The position they were in forced JC’s cock deep into the sheet and hard against the mattress. Every thrust forward by Justin caused unbearable friction and a mind-blowing sensation to run through JC’s body. Justin felt JC’s body tighten. The brunette’s back arched forcing his erection deeper into the mattress. JC bit into the pillow as a long moan escaped his lips. His body forcefully released its pent up desires as his warm creamy cum spilled onto the sheets. JC continued softly mewling while his body was still being pressed firmly into the mattress and cum as Justin continued pumping into him.  

Justin wasn’t happy with JC climaxing without him watching. He pulled forcefully and unexpectantly out and rolled JC over. “You can’t cum without me, baby. You shouldn’t have. Not without me.” He looked at the hooded eyes that were staring at him and felt his lover’s body tremble with the aftershock of his orgasm.

JC panted, “Make…make me…cum…cum again.”

Without further encouragement Justin reentered his exhausted boyfriend’s body. JC’s head rolled back as he felt Justin become one with him once more, and as his lover’s cock brushed against his shuddering spot deep within him. He moved JC’s thighs as far apart as they would go and started a feverish pace. When it wasn’t enough he hooked one of the slender legs in the crook of his arm and pulled it up against JC’s chest, forcing his body wider. Justin hips were moving out of control and the moans escaping his lover’s lips were filled with pleasure and tinged with pain. Justin and JC’s mouths collided as Justin fucked his tongue inside the heated mouth, bruising it. As gently as Justin could be tonight he was not. He was hungry and the only thing he craved, the only thing that would satisfy his needs was lying fervently beneath him. Justin’s pace was needy and erratic. His thirst for JC’s body was overtaking his need to be gentle. He rammed hard into JC taking everything he wanted from the submissive man.  

“Jus…mmmm…ahhhh… hurts,” JC warned.

Justin’s head snapped up and he slowed his pace. “Baby, I’m…I’m sor…sorry. Just…need more …more of you. Can’t…can’t get…get enough.”

“Uunnn…unnn, take what…what you …you need,” JC panted. “Plea…se.” The brunette bit down on his lip until he felt Justin seeking passage. JC obliged Justin’s hungry mouth and sucked on the offered tongue. “Nnnn…ahhh…” he mumbled between kisses.

“Get hard…hard for… me, baby.” Justin moved from JC’s mouth and nipped the flawless skin under the brunette’s chin until he reached the hollow of JC’s throat; licking up the sweat that pooled there. He murmured, “cum for…for me. With… with me.”

JC’s body reacted on demand as his sensitive cock hardened once more. Justin’s pace quickened once again pulling nearly all the way out and thrusting hard back in. The brunette’s thoughts were clouded as his body heated up and his orgasm was quickly forming for a second time. JC’s breathy moans were encouraging the feverish pace and Justin’s body began to ache with his pending release.  

“Baby…when…unnn… un…. yeah.”

“N…now.” As soon as the words left JC’s mouth he felt the tingling sensation run through his body. He couldn’t tighten his legs up due to the awkward position Justin had them in but the rest of his body was as taut as a bowstring. “Nnn…yes…unnn….” JC whined. His orgasm struck hard. Sending his vision spinning seemingly loosing consciousness briefly, barely noticing the penetrating azure eyes watching him. Then the brunette felt pressure against his quivering prostate and knew instantly that Justin had also climaxed.  

Justin was spent, his body was exhausted and his hunger fed. He laid between his lover’s legs and nestled his head underneath JC’s chin; relishing the look of contentment and satisfaction on his boyfriend’s face right after his release. They were both silent, basking in their afterglow until Justin spoke.

“You know what I love most about making love to you?” Justin’s voice was barely audible.

“What?” JC whispered waiting for his heart to slow down and catch his breath.

“Your look right before you cum and then right after. Your eyes glaze over, half coherent of your surroundings. All you’re aware of is the pleasure I’m giving you and the pleasure I’m taking from you.”

“You… you don’t take it from me….”

“Let me finish,” Justin pleaded, drawing invisible patterns on JC’s hip. “How your body is completely subservient to my whims. How you look at me with half hooded eyes begging me and with those same eyes, express your satisfaction, your pleasure. Every time I make love to you, enter you; that’s my goal to give you pleasure; to completely satisfy you.” He looked up meeting JC’s eyes, “It’s what I crave. What I hunger for.”

“It’s what I crave, too, Justin. When you possess me, make me yours. I can’t get enough of it; it’s what I want. I need you to take me, own me. I need to feel you in me, filling me. It’s what I hunger for, too.”

“But every time I look at you, I want you.”

“And I want you. We just have to be careful and not take advantage of what the other one craves.”

“I can’t keep anything from you. If you want it, then I’ll give it to you”

JC smiled wickedly, “I know, sugah, I know.”



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