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Brian arches his back, eyes fluttering closed, breathing heavily through his mouth, every thought concentrated on Justin’s full lips wrapped around his dick, warm and wet, Justin’s strong fingers wrapped loosely around the base of his cock. He raises his hips, pumps a little, needs more… and then the sensation is gone, rush of cool air and… what the fuck?
“So. I’ve been thinking.” Brian struggles to focus, scowling down at Justin‘s upturned smiling -- fucking smiling -- face. “Don’t think. Who said you could think? Suck.” Justin ignores him completely, shifting to rest his chin on Brian’s stomach. “I’m pretty sure I want a kid.” Brian lets his head drop down to the pillow. “When ‘pretty sure’ becomes ‘emphatically and absolutely’, we’ll have this discussion. Now, suck.” “I’m just preparing you for the debate to come.” “Don’t talk about come if you’re not going to finish what you started,” Brian grouses. “Fuck. You’re twenty-two. We’ll have this conversation when you’re thirty. And then when you knock up some lesbian and lose your shit, I’ll show up and pull you off the ledge of the fucking hospital, and--” Brian forgets what he’s saying when Justin’s lips wrap around him again. |
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