Changes


The flickering flames of the candles cast a sensuous glow over the room, bathing the naked bodies on the bed in soft light, turning them both a dusky gold.

“Hmm,” Justin said, running his tongue over JC’s right bicep. “This is new.”

JC shivered, twisting toward the caress, groaning as Justin moved away from that arm. “Yeah…” he agreed, sighing as Justin leaned down on his left side.

“This one, too,” he observed, nipping his teeth on the newly found muscle.

“Ugh…yessss,” JC moaned. “They…uh…come that way.”

Justin ran his hands down JC’s chest, fingers trailing along the warm skin. “And here…you’ve gotten bigger here, too,” he said, leaning down and kissing JC’s chest.

JC arched against the kiss, his arms straining against the silk scarves that tied him to the headboard. “Justin…” he said, moaning again.

“Uh huh,” Justin scolded, nipping at JC’s chest with some force. “You said it was my choice, my night. This,” he slipped a hand up JC’s arm and pulled on the scarf, “is my choice.”

The room was heavy with the scent of vanilla and cinnamon and sex, cocooning the lovers in its soft embrace. JC was desperate for sex, wanting Justin more than usual after a long separation. Justin had been adamant, though. Nothing fast and furious. No rough and tumble quickie after being apart for weeks…fucking WEEKS, dammit. Justin wanted slow, smooth, soft sex.

Oh, and just a bit of kink, too.

JC’s eyes had brightened when he saw the scarves. But what had seemed like a fun idea a half hour ago was now slow torture. Justin was naked and straddling his hips. JC wasn’t inside Justin, oh, no…that would be too easy. Instead, his cock was nestled in the soft cleft of Justin’s ass. So near to Heaven, but yet so far. Every time Justin moved…and fucking hell, the boy moved a lot…he squeezed JC’s cock between his ass. He rubbed JC’s cock with his ass. He teased JC’s cock with his ass.

And by the looks on Justin’s face, he knew that what he was doing was driving JC wild. “You are so going to pay for this,” JC told him, arching again and yes…wait. No. Dammit.

“Am I?” Justin pondered, leaning down again, his hand reaching over to the bedside table and picking up a forgotten glass of wine. He smiled slyly, dipping a finger into the wine and bringing it slowly to his lips. JC watched as the wet digit disappeared between Justin’s pink lips, and sighed as Justin slowly removed it, sucking the finger and lapping at it teasingly with his tongue.

“Going to pay so hard,” JC vowed.

Justin again dipped his finger in the wine, this time letting it drip down onto JC’s chest. “Oops,” Justin said, leaning down and flicking the wine off JC. He dripped a bit more wine on JC, this time directly at a nipple, causing the flesh to harden and pucker at the cool liquid. This was followed closely by Justin’s mouth, sucking and tonguing and biting JC’s sensitive nipple.

JC felt like he was going to burst, he was so hard. Justin sat above him, golden and beautiful and such a fucking tease. He moved his legs restlessly, hoping that this time…wait…ugh, no. Still not there. “How long are you going to keep this up?”

Justin laughed, squeezing his ass again. “Up, you say?” he teased, replacing the wine glass on the table and opening the drawer. “Can you keep it…up?” He flipped open the cap on the tube and squeezed a bit of lubricant into his hands. He shifted down a bit, releasing JC’s cock from the hold of his ass. Now straddling JC’s thighs, Justin leaned down a bit, blowing cool air onto JC’s red, hard cock.

Shivers ran though JC, his cock twitching like a live thing. “Oh, god…Justin…please,” he said, straining again against the scarves holding him, his hips moving in supplication, wanting…needing Justin to release him.

Justin lowered his hands, rubbing the cool slick lube along JC’s length. He lifted back up to JC’s hips, again slipping JC’s cock between his ass, but at the same time, leaning forward and untying on of JC’s hands. He held JC’s hand, transferring the lube to JC, then drawing JC’s hand down to Justin’s own cock as he slowly slid JC’s cock inside.

Their eyes locked as Justin set a slow, smooth pace. He lifted up off JC, then slid back down. JC’s hand moved in the same cadence as Justin, slowly up Justin’s hard shaft, then back down. JC smiled when Justin shivered, and ran his nails along the sensitive head of Justin’s cock again….then JC shivered as Justin squeezed tight, arching his back and taking all of JC into his hot heat.

Justin leaned forward and anchored himself against the headboard, kissing JC, running his tongue along JC’s lips. “I love you,” he said simply before taking command.

Justin rode JC hard, up and down and stopping and starting, then fast and fast and faster and faster and faster until finally, with a last shout and final pull of Justin’s cock, JC came, spilling himself in a torrent of ecstasy as the night exploded for both.

***

JC sipped on his wine, Justin draped over him and absently playing with the light dusting of hair on his chest. “You really have changed,” Justin said, frowning a bit.

“Is that bad?” JC asked, knowing they were talking about more than JC’s new bulk.

“No!” Justin exclaimed, looking up at JC. “It’s not bad, just…I guess I really wasn’t expecting it.”

JC squeezed Justin tight, pulling the boy back down onto his chest. “No matter how it may seem, Just, I’ll always love you.” He put the glass onto the table and blew out the last candle. “That will never change.”

Justin relaxed against JC, reveling in the closeness, lulled by JC’s heartbeat. Yes, some things will never change, he realized, drifting off to a safe and happy sleep, knowing JC would always be here, would always love him, no matter what.



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