* Chris pounces Justin.
* Justin grins and grabs Chris's head; threads long fingers through his hair and tilts his head to kiss him teasingly, licking at his lower lip before biting down.
* Chris jerks back
[Chris] Oh, you wanna play like that, Juppy?
* Justin laughs.
[Justin] Who's playing?
* Chris tilts Justin's head back and starts nipping at his neck.
* Chris slowly kisses his way up to Justin's ear and whispers
* Justin nudges a thigh between Chris's legs, brings his hip forward so he's grinding down on Chris's cock, hard and thick and hot against him. He throws his head back at the sharp throbbing ache of teeth on his neck, and moans when Chris licks at his earlobe, then bites down.
* Chris laughs softly moving to bite at the spot just behind Justin's ear. Justin groans as Chris starts to rock up against Justin's hip, pressing a thigh against Justin's hard cock
[Chris] Not so cool now, baby boy
* Justin whimpers and arches, eyes closed and shaking hard. "Shut up," he managed, "and don't call me--ohh," he growled as Chris slid a hand up his shirt. "Oh, you bastard, bastard..."
[Chris] "Well, technically speaking.yes."
* Chris slides his hands up Justin's chest under his shirt to roll Justin's hard nipples.
[Justin] Fuck--harder, right there...
* Justin groans a laugh and swats at Chris's shoulder. "Shut up, old man," he says, grinning. He slides his hand up and pulls Chris back down, slipping a tongue into his mouth and kissing him hard.
* Chris giggles, choking the sound off abruptly as Justin's movements increase the wonderful friction on his cock. Chris continues to tease Justin's sensitive nipples with one hand as the other moves to unbutton the younger man's shirt. "Wanna make you feel so good, baby."
[Justin] Oh...oh *fuck*...
* Justin shivers, then cries out when Chris's fingers twist and tug on a nipple, making fire streak down his spine to his cock. "Come on, please, don't tease, don't--"
* Chris "Don't tease? And what do you do to me every night in your tight clothes with your fuck-me smile?" Chris murmurs as he slides the shirt back off Justin's shoulders. Luckily the younger man decided to forgo his usual wife beater this evening. Chris ducks his head to take a hard nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking mercilessly.
[Justin] I don't--I don't have a fuck-me smile. Oh god, do that again...
* Justin sways, spine curving to get closer to Chris, who's now nibbling on the tender nub and moaning softly. "And you like my tight clothes, don't pretend you don't," he adds hoarsely, grinning, and squirms with the ache deep in his chest, Chris's hands and Chris's mouth driving him wild.
* Chris lifts his head to smile at Justin. "Yeah, I do. You're so beautiful, Justin. What you want with me, I'll never know." Chris lowers his head again to suck at Justin's other nipple. Chris's hands slide down Justin's arms to his wrists, lifting them above his head, pinning them to the ground with one hand.
* Chris 's free hand slides down the defined muscles of Justin's arm to his shoulder, gently caressing, down across the planes of his chest and abs, to the waistband of Justin's pants. "You want me to take these off, baby? Will you be naked for me?"
[Justin] Yeah...yeah, okay [breathless] whatever you want, okay--fuck, fuck, *touch me,* please... * Justin groans, spreading his legs wide and whimpering when Chris's knee comes to rest between them, hard up against his cock. He pushes down on it, trying to get more sensation, and Chris smirks at him before pulling it away, leaving him to twist and pant heavily and ache for the lost sensation.
[Chris] Stand up, Justin
[Justin] Noooo...
* Justin shivers, arches up, head back and eyes closed. He holds on to Chris tightly, but Chris slides away.
* Chris says as he gets to his feet. "C'mon, the bed's way better than the floor. Humor an old man, yeah?" he adds with a grin
* Chris offers a hand to pull Justin to his feet
[Justin] I hate you. [breathing hard] Okay, okay, I'm coming.
* Chris moans as Justin's momentum pushes their bodies together tightly.
* Justin grins at twists his hips forward, hands sliding around his hips to pull Chris's ass towards him.
[Justin] I thought you wanted to move? [bites at Chris's neck] I don't see a bed anywhere near here...
* Chris wraps his arms around Justin's waist. "God, you feel so good" Chris moans. His hands move to Justin's waistband again, sliding around to the front.
* Justin shudders hard and pushes forward. "Oh fuck yeah..." * Justin slides a hand down the center of Chris's body, pauses to watch Chris shiver, and then grins wickedly and slowly drags his hand down over his crotch, pressing the heel into the solid length of Chris's cock.
* Chris moans loudly as his hips shove forward instinctively. "We gonna play like that, baby?" Chris whispers as he begins to unbutton Justin's pants. The button slowly slide out of its place, and Chris slips a hand into the front of the tight pants to guard sensitive flesh as he pulls down the zipper
* Justin groans as fingers tease softly across his cock, and tries to get more, but Chris pulls away teasingly, turns and drags him towards the bedroom. He stumbles as he moves, so hard it's a hot presence in the back of his head, inhibiting his ability to breathe, and move, and think.
* Chris grins wickedly back at his lover. "You alright, Juppy? Sure you can take this?" They come to a halt at the side of the bed. Chris reaches for Justin again, this time sliding his hands into the back of the younger man's open pants, squeezing his ass and pulling him closer.
* Chris moans as his erection meets its twin in Justin.
* Justin groans and slides around Chris to crawling up onto the bed. He's quickly pinned by Chris, eyes dark and glittering and hot. He fumbled clumsily with Chris's fly, suddenly desperate to see bare skin. Chris kneels up to let him, grinning as he watches Justin flustered and needing more. Justin knows he's being a slut as he yanks Chris's pants down, and doesn't care.
[Justin] Fuck me, okay? Just do it, fuck me hard--Chriiiiiis...
[Chris places the flat of his hand down on Justin's cock and presses, and Justin comes off the bed, shaking in every muscle]
* Chris moans softly at Justin's responsiveness. "You're so good, Justin, so hot. Want you so much" Chris murmurs as he slips out of his clothes. As soon as he's naked, Chris moves to pin Justin to the bed again, undulating his hips into the younger man's motions. "Is this what you want, baby? You want me to move against you like this? What do you want Justin? Say it."
* Justin whimpers, feeling subtle fingers tease across his nipples, sliding down to circle slowly around his cock and sidle onto his hip, making him twitch and gasp helplessly. But he can't move, Chris has him immobile and there isn't a thing he can do about it.
[Justin] Please...ohhhh, god...Chris, don't--
* Chris pulls back, holding Justin down with the weight of his body, but not touching him in the way he wants. "SAY it Justin. you have to say what you want. Tell me, ask for it, or you won't get it."
[Justin] I hate you so damn much. [groans] Come on, Chris, don't do this...
* Justin tries to get Chris to touch him, but Chris pulls back, smirking, pressing soft kisses to his collarbone and biting down whenever Justin squirms.
[Chris] Please, Justin? I want to hear your beautiful, sexy voice... tell me what you want, and you can have it. anything you want, if you just say it.
* Chris skims a hand across Justin's cock, barely felt for just an instant.
* Justin whimpers brokenly
[Justin] [whispers]Fuck, oh god, please...
[Chris] "Yo, just SAY it already, diva. You know I'll still respect you in the morning," Chris says, grinning impishly. * Justin laughs and groans and bucks up sharply
[Justin] Oh fuck you, fuck--just fuck me already, please, ahhh! Chris!
* Chris moans as Justin's hip comes into contact with his erection.
* Justin is suddenly flattened as Chris drops his whole weight on him, knees pushing his legs wide apart and a hard thigh between them.
[Chris] Fuck you how? do you want me to fuck your mouth, baby? should I put my cock between those beautiful lips?
[Justin] Yes... [moaning] oh god, whatever you want, okay? just *something*, *anything*
[Chris] "Is that really what you want baby? This in your face?" Chris thrusts sharply against Justin. "Or do you want it in your ass, baby?"
* Chris sets up a harsh rhythm, pushing his hip hard into Justin's cock.
* Justin mewls, trembling, and spreads his legs wider
"*Please*, Chris please, please yes fuck me fuck me oh god..."
* Chris moans "Yes, Justin, so good." Chris stretches, reaching to get the lube and condoms out of the bedside table. He pulls the drawer out in his haste, but manages to grab the required items out of the pile on the floor. "How do you want to do this, Justin? How do you want to be?"
[Justin] Here, like this--on my stomach [says breathlessly, squirming under Chris to turn over. He pushes his ass up hopefully when Chris runs a hand over it, and blushes but doesn't stop when Chris chuckles]
[Chris] "Okay, baby, however you want." Chris leans down to kiss the nape of Justin's neck. He slides down, kissing and sucking the knobs of Justin's vertebrae. Justin moans as Chris reaches the small of his back and gasps in surprise as he realizes that Chris isn't stopping. Chris's hands move to gently part Justin's buttocks. "You okay, Justin? Will you let me?," Chris doesn't elaborate, and Justin doesn't need him to. The warm, moist puff of Chris's breath ghosts over Justin's anus with every word.
* Justin groans and feels something deep inside him twist and clench and then relax, go boneless and limp with pleasure--the only damn part of him limp right now, he thinks, teeth gritted, but god it feels so good, and Chris's tongue is making little circles, teasing him, making him say it. Making him ask for it.
[Justin] Please [panting hoarsely] come on, Chris--yeah, yes, god it feels good, oh my god...
* Chris begins to move his tongue more aggressively against Justin, steadily building a rhythm until he's fucking Justin fully with his tongue. Justin's moaned pleas make Chris so hard he can barely think. Chris begins to thrust against the bed, wanting nothing more than to stay here against Justin forever.
* Chris begins to groan into the flesh he laves wetly.
* Justin feels Chris grip him hard, twist him back down to the bed when he tries to get to his knees, push back against Chris's wicked mouth, clever wet tongue, the careful press of teeth on skin that's so sensitive he almost screams. And then begs Chris to do it again.
* Justin thinks that, right at this moment, he'd let Chris do anything he wanted. Anything at all. And it's scary, and hot, and for a moment he's grateful that Chris likes to tease him, likes to make him ask for it, because Chris still means it even when he's teasing. His mind is blanking out, white-hot pleasure sleeting through his brain, and his eyes and closed so tightly he sees sparks.
* Chris laughs softly. "I've got a better idea," Chris says as he pulls away and moves to his knees. He reaches for the abandoned lube, opening the tube and smearing a liberal amount over his fingers. He slides the first one into Justin's wet ass with no resistance.
* Justin sobs, pushes back, feels every muscle spasm as his ass clamps down around the fucking heaven of Chris's thick finger pushing deep, a little rough, and absolutely perfect. The pillow is fuzzy where he's biting it, moaning jaggedly with every breath, and he thinks he might have friction burns from the sheet. He's writhing now, almost crying with need.
* Chris moves slowly to add more lube and another finger. "Okay, Justin?" The younger man moans loudly and nods "yes, god, please... just... CHRIS!" Justin breaks off as Chris's fingers find his prostate.
[Justin] Ohhhhhhhh...
* Chris smiles gently. "Yeah, baby, that's it. Let me touch you." Chris's fingers start to thrust gently, scissoring to open Justin up. When he feels the younger man relax, Chris adds a third finger. So. Fucking. Carefully. Never, ever hurt this beautiful, beautiful man.
* Justin yelps, feeling unbearably full, stretched and taut and writhing around Chris's hand, and when Chris pulls out and pushes back in, the bumps of his knuckles rippling across the tight ring of muscle, he keens softly. God, that feels incredible. Chris is warm and hard at his back, holding him still, and his fingers are magic, making him crazy and hot and oh god. God, he loves him.
[Justin] Love you...
[Justin] Harder, Chris, please, love you so much, FUCK!
[Chris] "Oh, Justin, what you do to me. Are you ready baby?" At Justin's nod, Chris slowly draws his fingers out, smirking at Justin's whimpered protest.
* Chris slides a condom over his swollen cock, then moves closer between Justin's spread thighs. Chris's hands move to hold Justin's hips, thumbs holding him open to Chris's gaze. Chris seats the head of his cock against the tight ring of muscle. "Here we go, baby," Chris whispers.
* Chris pushes into Justin's body slowly. "so goddamn tight, Justin, so wonderful, yes..." Chris breaks off with a harsh groan as his full length enters the younger man's body.
* Justin holds his breath, feeling something inside him flutter and catch fire as Chris begins to push inside.
[Justin] Oh, god. [breathes]
* Justin is frozen beneath him, unable to breathe, to think, to do anything but feel the nearly unbearable fullness of Chris inside him. Need, clawing and fierce, is tearing him apart on the inside, and he squirms restlessly until Chris lifts away from his back, settles strong hands at his thighs and begins to move.
[Justin] FUCK [chokes] Oh fuck, oh god--
* Justin is moaning continuously, now, unable to speak clearly, and the words in the back of his mind--"fuck me harder right there yes that's the spot you're so good at this Chris love you love you harder please" are mumbles into the pillow, incoherent and muffled and vague but Chris knows, always knows, and he's being *pounded* now, just pounded, and it's so good he thinks he might cry.
* Chris shifts his hips, bracing his knees farther apart to get a better angle. Now he's slamming into Justin's prostate with every stroke, moving hard, fast, deep, because that's what Justin wants. What he needs. And Chris will always give Justin whatever he needs.
* Chris feels the heat rising through his own body. He holds hard to his control, lifting Justin's hips enough to slide a hand under and around. Chris wraps a hand around Justin's cock and starts to move, slow, firm strokes in contrast to the nearly frantic thrusting into Justin's ass.
* Justin trembles, feeling the power behind the fucking, screwing himself back more firmly on Chris's cock, and almost bites his tongue when Chris grips his cock, gives a long, tight pull and lingers to tease at the weeping head.
* Justin jerks when the hand moves back down to his balls, cupping and squeezing, and when it starts jacking him in a steady rhythm he can't hold on any longer, coming with a shuddered moan and convulsing, feeling the top of his head come off and Chris is panting harshly, the friction unreal and heavenly. Chris stops moving when he comes, and his hands close tightly on his hips.
* Justin can feel him sweating, fever-hot above him, and fighting not to come. Not yet, with Justin's muscles rippling along his length, and it's the hottest thing Justin's ever felt.
* Chris gasps for breath, remaining perfectly still until Justin relaxes fully beneath him. Chris moves his right hand up to Justin's stomach to tilt his hips, left moving to a hip to hold Justin steady. Then Chris begins to move. Steady, deep strokes, hitting Justin's prostate every time. Chris set's a rhythm. Fast, hard in. Pause. Slow pull nearly all the way out. Pause. Repeat.
[Chris] Ready, baby? time for a wild ride.
* Chris waits until Justin gains enough control to hold himself up, then slides his hand back down between Justin's legs, massaging along his perineum.
* Justin goes rigid, and the burn in the pit of his stomach flares into flame. Chris keeps moving, endless and relentless and it's good, it's so good, and he's getting hard again, Chris is fucking him hard and he's getting so turned on right now he's crying. The pillow is wet. The friction of Chris's cock sliding in and out scrapes across sensitive tissues made raw and swollen with need, makes him scream and push back hard. * Justin wonders dizzily if he's going to pass out, and sucks in a keening breath.
[Justin] Oh god oh god oh god oh god.
[Chris] It's okay, baby, we're almost there.v [Justin] Please.
[Justin] Please.
* Justin is trembling, and his ears are buzzing, and Chris is the only thing in the universe real to him right now.
* Chris 's voice has gone strained and harsh, his movements speed up. At Justin's repeated whimper, Chris's hand moves to cradle and roll the younger man's testicles.
* Chris moves faster, harder, deeper. And "GOD, so close, Justin, so close... almost... there..."
* Justin yelps, clutches desperately at the sheets, feels like the world is spinning and he's so hard it almost hurts, so fucking turned on...
[Justin] Chris.
[Justin] Please.
* Justin is whimpering, and his voice is a bare thread of sound.
* Chris slides his hand up just a little higher, gathers Justin's cock into his hand and SLIDES, once up. And that's it. Justin's spasming around him, and Chris falls over the edge. Dazzling lights, and he has no idea which way is up and which is down, but oh, god, it's so. good.
* Chris feels himself sliding out of his mind, feels himself falling onto Justin's body.
* Justin is crying for real now, it feels so good, Chris around him and inside him and over him and everywhere, everywhere and everything and he's just come his brains out for the second time in ten minutes and he melts. Totally limp. He feels the clammy wetness underneath him, the sweaty weight of Chris sticking to his back, and it's heaven. Perfect.
* Chris rolls to the side with a soft moan. "Perfect. God. You alright, baby?"
* Justin breathes out, hears the sound he makes as something in no way resembling speech, and forces himself to move, dragging limbs far too heavy for his brain to deal with across the bed. He burrows under Chris's arm with a moan, and doesn't stop until he's half-blanketed.
[Justin] Yeah [hoarse, almost inaudible, spoken into Chris's chest] I'm okay. Chris, [and it's soft and loving and he licks Chris's chest, feels the soft shake of laughter.] I'm okay.
[Justin] Love you
[Chris] "I love you more than anything, Justin." Chris's voice is full and confident. He drapes his other arm across Justin's waist, turning them both so that they face each other.
* Chris smiles into his lover's face, eyes drooping tiredly. He leans forward to press a sweet, sex flavored kiss to Justin's mouth.
[Chris] Sleep now, baby. 'nother show tomorrow.
* Justin is falling asleep, but before he does he reaches out, clumsily grabs Chris's arm and pulls it tight around him. He can hear Chris's heart.

~end~.