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Brian’s eyes darken. He’s normally not this patient with his tricks, but somehow, with this one, he doesn’t mind. He finds himself taking it all in, the vision of Justin spread out in front of him, completely at his mercy.

Running his fingers lightly over the swell of Justin’s ass, Brian briefly toys with the idea of rimming him, but he’s too turned on at this point. He stretches, reaching to the boll on the bedside table to grab a condom and packet of lube.

Brian tosses the condom to the side for a moment as he spreads some of the lube over Justin, working him open slowly. He leans over him, mouthing at the back of the younger man’s neck. The smell of him is intoxicating, and Brian can’t seem to put a finger on why. On top of that, there seems to be a jolt of electricity every time his lips touch the blond’s skin. He again chalks it up to the drugs and alcohol he’d consumed at the club earlier, not knowing what else would be the cause. Either way, he thinks, it’s hot as fuck.

Once he’s satisfied with out pliant Justin is underneath him, he reaches again for the condom, tearing open the wrapper with his teeth. He tosses the foil somewhere in the vicinity of the wastebasket before rolling the condom down his cock. Lining up, he presses in slowly, his forehead pressing to the juncture between Justin’s shoulder blades.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans as the tight heat surrounds him, and he’s already there. Close, so close. He screws his eyes shut, his mind reeling at the fact that he’s only just begun, but it seems almost like he’s lost complete control of himself, something that he’s sure hasn’t happened since his teenage years.

The electric current is back, trailing up his spine as Brian begins to move slowly. His fingers dig into the sides of Justin’s hips, holding him in place as he fucks into him, his mouth open in a silent moan. Time seems to slow, and he’s sure it’s the drugs now because he’s never felt anything like this before.

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Brian groans at the first touch on his cock. His skin seems as though it’s on fire everywhere the blond touches, though he’s almost sure now that it’s the drugs kicking in. He moans into Justin’s kiss, allowing him to explore his mouth, if only for a moment, before he’s pushing against the blond’s shoulder.

“Roll over,” he tells him, his voice deep and almost sultry.

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Brian chuckles at Justin’s enthusiasm, and he returns the kiss with fervor. Normally, when a trick is this into it, he finds himself annoyed, but for some reason, this time, Brian finds it to be a complete turn-on.

Fingers flitting over the hem of the younger man’s shirt, Brian breaks their kiss, if only to just tug the shirt over his head and toss the offending fabric somewhere behind him. His mouth finds Justin’s neck, sucking on his skin lightly before he starts walking him slowly backward.

“Up the stairs,” he nearly growls, his fingers now digging past the waistband of Justin’s jeans.

It’s only when he’s unceremoniously shoved Justin backward on the bed that Brian goes to work on undressing, himself. He unbuttons his black clubbing shirt slowly before shrugging it off his shoulders. Arching a brow at the younger man, his fingers find the fly on his jeans, popping the button open and slowly sliding the zipper down to reveal he’s worn nothing underneath.

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Brian chuckles as he turns a corner. “Yeah, I figured,” he says. “But, try to contain yourself. It’s just a few more blocks.”

It’s only a few moments later, Brian’s pulling up to the curb outside his building, parking in his usual spot. He cuts the engine before looking at his passenger, arching a brow. “Well, are you coming?” he asks, even though he’s quite sure of the answer he’s going to receive.

Climbing out of the driver’s seat, Brian shuts the door behind him as he rounds the jeep. He ushers Justin through the front door, and then to the aged elevator, lifting the wooden gate up so that his companion can step in. Once he’s pressed the button for the top floor, Brian hooks a finger in the waistband of of the younger man—Justin’s—pants, tugging him close.

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And I Saw the Face of God || Justin & Brian

Brian chuckles under his breath, so low that even he can’t hear it under the beat of the thumping music. He likes the kid’s confidence, but it wouldn’t be the first time someone’s gotten in over their head trying to win his favor. He’ll let the kid live out his fantasy for now, he figures, seeing as the rest of the men at Babylon that night left much to be desired.

Just as they reach a decent spot on the dance floor, the song changes. Brian releases his hold on the young blond’s shirt. Instead, he moves his hands to the blond—Justin’s—waist, and he tips his head back, letting the beat of the music overtake him. It isn’t long before he can feel his dance partner grinding against him, and it only takes Brian a split second to realize he’s doing the same.

The music picks up in tempo, and as Brian rocks against him, he lets his fingers slide just underneath the hem of Justin’s shirt, teasing his skin lightly. The song seems to last forever, and Brian doesn’t know if it’s the booze, or the bump he’d had when he’d first arrived that’s influencing him, but he soon finds himself leaning forward. He traces his tongue lightly up the younger man’s neck, tasting the salt of his sweat as they sway to the beat. He can already feel himself growing hard in his jeans, and he knows it’s only a matter of time before he hauls Justin off to the backroom with, what he hopes, are far better results than the last time he’d visited that dark corner of the club.

Just as he’s about to whisper his usual repertoire in Justin’s ear, he’s somewhat surprised to already hear the younger man’s voice. Leaning back, he looks down at Justin’s face, arching a brow, somewhat taken aback by the turn of events. Usually, he’s the one to call the shots, but this night’s already been turned on its head, so he figures, why not?

“Thought you’d never ask,” he breathes, his voice oozing sex as he hooks his finger in one of Justin’s belt loops, hauling him off the dance floor. He doesn’t bother asking the typical Your place or mine? line, nor does he even make any comment about continuing their dance. After all, Brian is much more interested in where things will go once he’s got the younger man alone.

As he pulls Justin with him out of the club, he nods his head toward the line of parked cars in the alleyway. “My jeep’s over there,” he says as he begins walking Justin in that direction, all while whispering hotly in his ear, “I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you all night...”