RAW FUCKING CHALLENGE
TITLE: TONIGHT THERE'S US
AUTHOR: vamphile
BETA: The fantastical and ubiquitous xie_xie_xie
I’m pacing. I can’t help it. I’m nervous. I’m not sure why. I hear the loft door slide open and there he is. Oh. My. God. His smile is… okay, I know, I know, it’s my smile that everyone talks about but that’s because it’s so rare to see him smile, I mean really smile… when he does, it’s the most amazing sight. It takes my breath away every time. And this isn’t a smirk, or a predatory grin, and my stomach flutters.
He takes four long strides and he’s enveloping me in his arms. He dropped his shirt somewhere near the door. He’s always been good at making clothes magically disappear, his, mine, random tricks'. It’s a talent, and a practiced skill. My shirt’s gone now, too. Told you he was good.
This is it. We’ve waited, feels like years, maybe it has been, we’ve both wanted this, but…
And now I’m on the bed, his hands yanking at my jeans. He’s growling. “You knew I was coming home, why the fuck are you still dressed?”
I’m giddy. Seriously, I feel like I’m drunk or rolling. I can’t even answer him, but I don’t think he expects me to. His pants are gone now, too. He’s moving quickly, his breathing rapid. Am I breathing? I can’t tell. The only thing I’m completely aware of is the feel of his hard, hot leaking cock rubbing against my ass. I brace myself for hard and fast, but just as I’m moving to let him in, he stops.
My eyes were closed. I open them and he’s looking at me, stroking my hair. “Justin.” And in that single word, he says everything. I nod slowly. His thumb is running across my lips, and I take it into my mouth.
There’s no part of our bodies that isn’t touching but that small movement seems to be what he was waiting for. He inches forward and moves his hands away from my mouth, pushing at my thighs. I don’t think I can breathe. His cock, hot, wet and bare pushes at my hole. I’ve imagined this so many times and I realize how stupid I was to think I could come close to knowing. It’s… indescribable.
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Brian’s POV
“Justin, breathe.” I want to laugh but I can’t. I almost forgot to breathe too. When we first talked about it, well, the wedding was still on, and the idea of fucking raw on our wedding night was too good to pass up. Now who knows, we may never see each other again. But I had to know, have to know, what it’s like to be inside him, raw.
I stop just before I’m inside him. He didn’t bother to take off his pants; he did bother to lube his ass. Fucker. It already feels different. It’s softer, and warmer, and the differing texture between the skin just inside his crack, the soft hairs tickling the head of my cock, and the wet inside of his ass is… genuinely indescribable.
His eyes are begging me. His hands on my shoulders are pulling at me. “I want you inside me.” And that undoes me. I push in just a little, and he moans. “Brian, so hot.” I nod. Words, not so much. He clenches around me and I gasp. “Christ, Justin.” He spreads his thighs wider and his hands move lower down my back. He wants to pull me inside him. I know the feeling.
I’m taking my time, savoring this, but I’m only human and there’s nothing better, I know that now. I slide in just a little further, and then he arches into me and I’m balls deep inside him, the heat almost unbearable. If he moves, I’ll come.
“Justin.”
His hands reach up, stroking the hair off my face. I lean down to kiss him and his hot, wet mouth devouring mine is nothing compared to what his ass is doing to my cock, massaging it while I’m trying to hold still for a moment, trying to adjust to the feeling. It’s no use. I pull out a little and when I push back inside we both come.
He’s panting and I think maybe crying a little. “Stay.” Like I’m going anywhere. He’s the one leaving in the morning.
I collapse on top of him, still inside him. He runs a hand over my hair. “I want to ride you. I want to see your face.” Shit, the fucker wants every part of me. I roll over because I want to give him every part of me. I don’t want anything left to call mine. It’s all ours, at least for tonight. He’s straddling me now and his hand on my rapidly hardening cock is as amazing as always, but knowing that I’m about to be naked and in his ass again, this time lubed with my own come, speeds up the process. He gives me a knowing smile and then he guides me inside him.
“God, Brian, you’re so beautiful.”
I don’t know what to say, he knows he’s beautiful, I’ve told him so a thousand times. I can’t fill his heart the way he does mine, not with useless compliments. I say the one thing I know he can’t hear enough, “I love you, Justin.” He almost comes right then, but he centers himself. The smile is there though, bright, broad, filling the room with the kind of sexy light that no fixture on the wall over my bed has ever done.
He moves, the muscles in his thighs moving under my fingers as he lifts himself up and completely off of me. I let out a sound that is probably a whimper, but the loss is physically painful. He lowers himself back down and the notion of KinnetiK-NY skitters across my mind. It’s blown away, along with every other coherent thought.
“So hot, Brian, oh my god, I didn’t know it could be this hot.”
I nod my head. Fuck words. I’d rather be fucking him. He doesn’t stop moving until he knows that I’m close. He’s close, too. I move my hand to his cock but he shakes his head and stops. He’s sitting on my lap, nothing between us, nothing hidden or protected, and now I think I might be the one about to cry. He waits, and patience is not one of his virtues. I can tell he wants to move again but he’ll wait 'til I let him know it’s safe. Almost a minute later and my hands are on his hips, lifting him. He leans forward, sliding along my cock, as his sweaty chest slides across my torso. I come inside him again, and he sits up, his head leaning back, relishing the feel of my come leaking out of him over my cock. When he pulls off of me this time he doesn’t even make a detour to kiss me. His mouth is sucking my balls. He’s moaning around them as if my come, that’s leaked out of his hole, is the best thing he’s ever tasted.
His hand reaches out for mine, and I pull him to me. Kissing him, I taste us combined, and I realize he’s probably right. I’ve never tasted anything as amazing. His head rests on my chest and before he closes his eyes he whispers. “Just for a couple minutes, okay? We’re not done.”
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Justin’s POV
I wake up to the soothing sound of Brian’s heartbeat, and I can’t help but feel nostalgic for this moment already. The apartment in New York is waiting and I have to leave at eight tomorrow morning. Twelve hours from now. I scan the loft and thank god that he listened to me and didn’t sell it. It wasn’t a difficult argument; he never really wanted to sell the loft. He did want to marry me. I want to marry him. I’m going to marry him, just… not tomorrow, or anytime within the next couple of years. Doesn’t matter. For now we have this, and this works for us, and what we’ll have while I’m in New York, that’ll work for us too. I’ll make sure of it.
I move my hand down to his cock, stroking him slowly. He’s only half asleep. He’s pretending he’s completely asleep, but he sucks at it. His body gives him away every time. His arm wraps around me a little more tightly, and his thighs move apart to make sure I don’t forget to touch his balls. Like I’ve never done this before.
I wriggle out of his grip and move between his thighs, my tongue flicking out and licking around the base of his shaft, where I can still taste us. It’s so much better than the slightly bitter aftertaste a condom usually leaves. I move lower, nuzzling his balls and then tracing his hole with my tongue. My fingers are spreading him apart, and if he thinks I’m going to take our one opportunity for years to fuck raw and not top him… he can’t think that, he’s not a stupid man.
He groans. It tells me everything I need to know. He’s awake, and he’s about to get fucked. I’d laugh if every move I made didn’t make me feel like a teenager about to lose his cherry, ready to come if I even look at him too hard. Instead, I concentrate on making sure my tongue loosens him up. He tosses the lube onto the bed, and I pop the top.
He opens up to my fingers and then I’m sliding into him, slowly but ohmyfuckinggod I didn’t know anything could feel this good. He’s hot and wet, his legs draped over my arms as I keep his thighs spread. I roll my hips into him and he grunts. I can’t stop. I know I should. I know I should slow down and take my time, but I don’t care, and neither does he. He comes just as I do. I pull out, my own come covering my cock and dripping out of his ass. I can’t look away. The sight is mesmerizing. I’m licking him clean, tasting myself, unable to think, knowing I’ll remember this forever.
He pulls at my arm and I’m kissing him. He grunts and we’re done with words. He’s hard again and I’m on my knees while he plows into me, pulling out completely each time and then pushing back in, making me moan. When he fills me, floods me, I gasp and collapse and then he’s rimming me, tasting me, tasting himself, and I don’t know how I’ll be able to sit or walk tomorrow, but I don’t care.
When we finally fall asleep, he’s collapsed on top of me, his weight and presence the only blanket I need.
He fucks me at six, and then again at seven thirty. I don’t want to shower before I leave; I want to go to New York still tasting and smelling of him. Of course he talks me into showering, and then fucks me in the shower.
AUTHOR: vamphile
BETA: The fantastical and ubiquitous xie_xie_xie
I’m pacing. I can’t help it. I’m nervous. I’m not sure why. I hear the loft door slide open and there he is. Oh. My. God. His smile is… okay, I know, I know, it’s my smile that everyone talks about but that’s because it’s so rare to see him smile, I mean really smile… when he does, it’s the most amazing sight. It takes my breath away every time. And this isn’t a smirk, or a predatory grin, and my stomach flutters.
He takes four long strides and he’s enveloping me in his arms. He dropped his shirt somewhere near the door. He’s always been good at making clothes magically disappear, his, mine, random tricks'. It’s a talent, and a practiced skill. My shirt’s gone now, too. Told you he was good.
This is it. We’ve waited, feels like years, maybe it has been, we’ve both wanted this, but…
And now I’m on the bed, his hands yanking at my jeans. He’s growling. “You knew I was coming home, why the fuck are you still dressed?”
I’m giddy. Seriously, I feel like I’m drunk or rolling. I can’t even answer him, but I don’t think he expects me to. His pants are gone now, too. He’s moving quickly, his breathing rapid. Am I breathing? I can’t tell. The only thing I’m completely aware of is the feel of his hard, hot leaking cock rubbing against my ass. I brace myself for hard and fast, but just as I’m moving to let him in, he stops.
My eyes were closed. I open them and he’s looking at me, stroking my hair. “Justin.” And in that single word, he says everything. I nod slowly. His thumb is running across my lips, and I take it into my mouth.
There’s no part of our bodies that isn’t touching but that small movement seems to be what he was waiting for. He inches forward and moves his hands away from my mouth, pushing at my thighs. I don’t think I can breathe. His cock, hot, wet and bare pushes at my hole. I’ve imagined this so many times and I realize how stupid I was to think I could come close to knowing. It’s… indescribable.
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Brian’s POV
“Justin, breathe.” I want to laugh but I can’t. I almost forgot to breathe too. When we first talked about it, well, the wedding was still on, and the idea of fucking raw on our wedding night was too good to pass up. Now who knows, we may never see each other again. But I had to know, have to know, what it’s like to be inside him, raw.
I stop just before I’m inside him. He didn’t bother to take off his pants; he did bother to lube his ass. Fucker. It already feels different. It’s softer, and warmer, and the differing texture between the skin just inside his crack, the soft hairs tickling the head of my cock, and the wet inside of his ass is… genuinely indescribable.
His eyes are begging me. His hands on my shoulders are pulling at me. “I want you inside me.” And that undoes me. I push in just a little, and he moans. “Brian, so hot.” I nod. Words, not so much. He clenches around me and I gasp. “Christ, Justin.” He spreads his thighs wider and his hands move lower down my back. He wants to pull me inside him. I know the feeling.
I’m taking my time, savoring this, but I’m only human and there’s nothing better, I know that now. I slide in just a little further, and then he arches into me and I’m balls deep inside him, the heat almost unbearable. If he moves, I’ll come.
“Justin.”
His hands reach up, stroking the hair off my face. I lean down to kiss him and his hot, wet mouth devouring mine is nothing compared to what his ass is doing to my cock, massaging it while I’m trying to hold still for a moment, trying to adjust to the feeling. It’s no use. I pull out a little and when I push back inside we both come.
He’s panting and I think maybe crying a little. “Stay.” Like I’m going anywhere. He’s the one leaving in the morning.
I collapse on top of him, still inside him. He runs a hand over my hair. “I want to ride you. I want to see your face.” Shit, the fucker wants every part of me. I roll over because I want to give him every part of me. I don’t want anything left to call mine. It’s all ours, at least for tonight. He’s straddling me now and his hand on my rapidly hardening cock is as amazing as always, but knowing that I’m about to be naked and in his ass again, this time lubed with my own come, speeds up the process. He gives me a knowing smile and then he guides me inside him.
“God, Brian, you’re so beautiful.”
I don’t know what to say, he knows he’s beautiful, I’ve told him so a thousand times. I can’t fill his heart the way he does mine, not with useless compliments. I say the one thing I know he can’t hear enough, “I love you, Justin.” He almost comes right then, but he centers himself. The smile is there though, bright, broad, filling the room with the kind of sexy light that no fixture on the wall over my bed has ever done.
He moves, the muscles in his thighs moving under my fingers as he lifts himself up and completely off of me. I let out a sound that is probably a whimper, but the loss is physically painful. He lowers himself back down and the notion of KinnetiK-NY skitters across my mind. It’s blown away, along with every other coherent thought.
“So hot, Brian, oh my god, I didn’t know it could be this hot.”
I nod my head. Fuck words. I’d rather be fucking him. He doesn’t stop moving until he knows that I’m close. He’s close, too. I move my hand to his cock but he shakes his head and stops. He’s sitting on my lap, nothing between us, nothing hidden or protected, and now I think I might be the one about to cry. He waits, and patience is not one of his virtues. I can tell he wants to move again but he’ll wait 'til I let him know it’s safe. Almost a minute later and my hands are on his hips, lifting him. He leans forward, sliding along my cock, as his sweaty chest slides across my torso. I come inside him again, and he sits up, his head leaning back, relishing the feel of my come leaking out of him over my cock. When he pulls off of me this time he doesn’t even make a detour to kiss me. His mouth is sucking my balls. He’s moaning around them as if my come, that’s leaked out of his hole, is the best thing he’s ever tasted.
His hand reaches out for mine, and I pull him to me. Kissing him, I taste us combined, and I realize he’s probably right. I’ve never tasted anything as amazing. His head rests on my chest and before he closes his eyes he whispers. “Just for a couple minutes, okay? We’re not done.”
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Justin’s POV
I wake up to the soothing sound of Brian’s heartbeat, and I can’t help but feel nostalgic for this moment already. The apartment in New York is waiting and I have to leave at eight tomorrow morning. Twelve hours from now. I scan the loft and thank god that he listened to me and didn’t sell it. It wasn’t a difficult argument; he never really wanted to sell the loft. He did want to marry me. I want to marry him. I’m going to marry him, just… not tomorrow, or anytime within the next couple of years. Doesn’t matter. For now we have this, and this works for us, and what we’ll have while I’m in New York, that’ll work for us too. I’ll make sure of it.
I move my hand down to his cock, stroking him slowly. He’s only half asleep. He’s pretending he’s completely asleep, but he sucks at it. His body gives him away every time. His arm wraps around me a little more tightly, and his thighs move apart to make sure I don’t forget to touch his balls. Like I’ve never done this before.
I wriggle out of his grip and move between his thighs, my tongue flicking out and licking around the base of his shaft, where I can still taste us. It’s so much better than the slightly bitter aftertaste a condom usually leaves. I move lower, nuzzling his balls and then tracing his hole with my tongue. My fingers are spreading him apart, and if he thinks I’m going to take our one opportunity for years to fuck raw and not top him… he can’t think that, he’s not a stupid man.
He groans. It tells me everything I need to know. He’s awake, and he’s about to get fucked. I’d laugh if every move I made didn’t make me feel like a teenager about to lose his cherry, ready to come if I even look at him too hard. Instead, I concentrate on making sure my tongue loosens him up. He tosses the lube onto the bed, and I pop the top.
He opens up to my fingers and then I’m sliding into him, slowly but ohmyfuckinggod I didn’t know anything could feel this good. He’s hot and wet, his legs draped over my arms as I keep his thighs spread. I roll my hips into him and he grunts. I can’t stop. I know I should. I know I should slow down and take my time, but I don’t care, and neither does he. He comes just as I do. I pull out, my own come covering my cock and dripping out of his ass. I can’t look away. The sight is mesmerizing. I’m licking him clean, tasting myself, unable to think, knowing I’ll remember this forever.
He pulls at my arm and I’m kissing him. He grunts and we’re done with words. He’s hard again and I’m on my knees while he plows into me, pulling out completely each time and then pushing back in, making me moan. When he fills me, floods me, I gasp and collapse and then he’s rimming me, tasting me, tasting himself, and I don’t know how I’ll be able to sit or walk tomorrow, but I don’t care.
When we finally fall asleep, he’s collapsed on top of me, his weight and presence the only blanket I need.
He fucks me at six, and then again at seven thirty. I don’t want to shower before I leave; I want to go to New York still tasting and smelling of him. Of course he talks me into showering, and then fucks me in the shower.