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Mikey's rumpled all over, his jeans undone and halfway down his legs, his shirt rucked up on his chest. Brian's just finished giving him the best blowjob of his life, and Mikey's feeling sleepy and sated.

Brian's half dozing, his head on Mikey's bare hip. His face is relaxed, soft like it isn't any other time, and Mikey runs his fingers through his short hair.

“I think I'm ready,” Mikey says.

“Hmm?” Brian asks sleepily. He opens his eyes slowly and looks up into Mikey's face.

“I'm ready,” Mikey says, more resolute this time.

Brian shifts and moves himself up the bed until he's plopped down on his side, facing Mikey. “What are you talking about?”

Mikey rolls his eyes. “I want you to fuck me,” he says, and it's clear as a fucking bell with no misunderstandings, but Brian still looks confused.

“You do?”

The only thing he can do is laugh and kiss Brian, lingering at his mouth for a moment. He flicks his tongue out and tastes himself at the corner of Brian's lips. “I want you to fuck me,” he says again, low and as seductive as he gets.

“Now?” Brian asks, and it's been ten minutes since Mikey made him come but he looks like he's ready to go again. Sure enough, when he presses against Mikey's hip, he's half hard already.

Mikey laughs softly and kisses him again. “Give me a few; you just got done blowing my brains out. I need time to recuperate.”

“I'll show you recuperate,” Brian growls, then pins Mikey playfully and kisses him breathless.

It's good, this thing with Brian. They have to hide it, but Mikey's gotten used to that. Brian is his first real boyfriend, so it's not like he's too familiar with any other way. Brian treats him good, gives the best blowjobs ever, and loves to feel Mikey's cock in his ass. They've just never done it the other way around because until now, Mikey wasn't ready.

He's ready now. With Brian kissing and biting at his lips, rocking lightly against him, he's more than ready.

“Lemme just...” Mikey says, squirming out of his jeans.

“All the way,” Brian says, pulling Mikey's shirt off over his head. He pauses to look over Mikey's body, staring down at him with dark eyes. “I never get tired of looking at you.”

And Mikey never gets tired of the compliments.

Brian bends his head and kisses Mikey's neck, right where he's most sensitive. Mikey moans and slides a hand into Brian's hair. It's short and a little sticky from product, but Mikey likes the way it feels when he tugs, likes the way Brian reacts with a moan.

“I've been thinking about it practically since I met you, you know,” Mikey says idly. “You fucking me. Will you hold me down when you do it?” He already knows he likes that, likes the weight and strength of Brian's arms and hands, keeping him still so he can't squirm too much.

“Like this?” Brian says, and slides his hands up to Mikey's wrists, pinning them to the bed.

Mikey gasps. “Just like that,” he says. Once, Brian held his wrists with one hand while he jerked him off with the other, and Mikey felt helpless in the best way, completely under Brian's control.

Brian rocks against him, hard and ready to go again. He tightens his hold on Mikey's wrists, twists a little so the skin burns, and Mikey can't help the needy moan that comes out of his mouth.

“You make the prettiest sounds,” Brian says, and Mikey looks up into his smiling face, moaning again because everything – his whole body – feels amazing.

“Only for you,” Mikey whispers.

Brian kisses him again, then asks, “How do you want to do it?”

And Mikey's thought about it so much, he has fantasy upon fantasy, all involving Brian's cock. He wants it up, down, and sideways. He wants to ride him, he wants to be on his hands and knees, he wants to be on his side with Brian behind him, holding on so tight. But for the first time...

“I want to be on my back,” Mikey says. “I want to see your face when you're inside me.”

“It might hurt less another way,” Brian says, but Mikey already knows this.

“I want to see your face,” he says again.

Brian nods and releases Mikey's wrists, sliding his hands down Mikey's arms slowly, until he's touching Mikey's sides and moving his hands over the skin there as well. His touch is gentle and possessive all at once, and he watches Mikey's expressions with a smile.

“I've never wanted someone so much before,” Brian says.

Mikey smiles. “You've been so patient with me.”

Brian shakes his head. “Everything we've done has been more than enough. I never felt like I was missing out.”

Mikey thinks back on the last few months, remembers all the things they've done together. Really, they've done everything but this. Brian's finger fucked him and rimmed him, and Mikey's really liked that. He loves fucking Brian, too, loves gripping his hips and letting him have his cock as he thrusts hard inside him. But now he wants more, wants to be the one with the dick in his ass. It may be a crass thought, but it's oh so true. He's thought long and hard about this.

“You've been wonderful to me,” Mikey says, leaning up to kiss Brian's lips.

“You deserve it,” Brian says. He kisses back slowly, his tongue teasing Mikey's with light flicks and drags.

Mikey's getting impatient now. He whines and arches up, pressing his cock against Brian's stomach. “Fuck me,” he breathes against Brian's mouth. “Please.”

“You ask so fucking pretty,” Brian says, and nips Mikey's lower lip sharply. Mikey thinks he's going to keep teasing, but then he moves off and reaches into the side table for lube and a condom.

Mikey swallows down his nervousness and keeps touching, his hands running over Brian's skin wherever he can reach. He palms over ink, black and blue and red, so warm to the touch.

“Spread your legs, baby,” Brian says, moving down the bed a little so Mikey can comply. “Good.”

Brian doesn't open the lube yet, doesn't go straight for Mikey's ass. Instead he cups Mikey's balls, cradling them gently, and starts to play. He thumbs over them lightly, and Mikey moans. He always loves it when Brian does this, pays such careful attention to his most sensitive spots. Brian knows Mikey's body almost completely now, knows which patches of skin to stroke or lick or bite.

He strokes and rolls Mikey's balls gently for a few minutes, until Mikey is humping air and whining. Brian soothes him with a touch to his hip, then pins him down with that same hand. “Patience,” he says, which Mikey hates because he feels like he needs to come now.

“Stop teasing me, then,” Mikey pouts.

“If that's what you want,” Brian says, and grabs the lube from the bed and slicks his fingers.

Mikey forgets to breathe for a moment. Then he sucks in air and lets it out slowly, relaxing. He spreads his legs wider and bends his knees.

The first touch of slick fingertips on his ass is thrilling but familiar. They've done this – Brian's fingers stretching and filling him, making him writhe and whine for more. Mikey pushes back, wanting it nownownow.

“Greedy,” Brian murmurs, then pushes in with one finger.

“C'mon, I can take more than that,” Mikey says breathlessly.

“I want to do this right,” Brian says, but he adds another finger.

Mikey can feel the low burn now, moans loudly when Brian twists his fingers and then parts them, stretching him open. “Fuck, so good,” he says, his eyes falling closed.

Brian knows not to touch Mikey's cock. Mikey goes off too easily, gets overexcited and comes in a rush. He doesn't even crook his fingers to press against Mikey's prostate, because even that might send Mikey spiralling.

But Mikey likes it just like this – fingers filling him, working him open. When he opens his eyes again and looks into Brian's face he sees intense concentration and so much wanting it makes him even more breathless.

Brian adds another finger slowly, and it's a stretch, but Mikey makes himself relax and just takes it, pushing back on the fingers and taking deep breaths until Brian starts fucking him with three fingers, slow and deep.

“Fuck,” Mikey gasps, pushing back as much as he can, taking Brian's fingers deeper.

“You're gonna feel so good around my cock, Mikey,” Brian says, low and turned on enough that it rings through in his voice.

“Please, Brian, please just fuck me,” Mikey begs. All his nervousness is gone, replaced with pure need.

“Easy,” Brian says, his voice a little strained. He pulls his fingers out slow and careful, then opens up the condom and rolls it on.

Mikey watches, eyes half-lidded, and moves his legs into whatever position Brian puts them in. Brian guides his cock to Mikey's ass and rubs the head over the hole teasingly.

“Fuck,” is all Mikey can say. He's going to come in no time, he thinks to himself. He might even come before Brian's fully inside him.

But no, when Brian pushes in it's not the end, not by a long shot. Mikey flexes his legs and clenches around him when he's fully seated, moaning long and low.

“Holy fucking hell, you feel good,” Brian says, his voice choked. He's got his hands on Mikey's hips, pulling him up to meet his cock, deeper and harder.

Mikey whines, clutching at Brian's shoulders.

It gets faster and more intense after that. Brian starts really fucking him, snapping his hips and thrusting, and there's the wet, slick sound of flesh on flesh. Mikey's breathing is coming out in high, sharp pants.

Then Brian grabs Mikey's arms and pins him to the bed, and that's enough to send Mikey over the edge. He's coming hard while Brian fucks him furiously, holding him down, and Mikey can't think of anything but the stars in front of his eyes.

Brian slows down after that, as if Mikey's orgasm has tamed something inside him. He fucks Mikey leisurely, still holding him in place but not as hard or as possessive. He's looking down into Mikey's face, eyes dark and intense, and Mikey smiles up at him and clenches around his cock.

Brian moans so Mikey does it again, squeezing tightly when Brian thrusts inside him. From the tense lines of his body, Mikey can tell he's close to coming.

“C'mon, Brian,” Mikey whispers at him. “I want you to let go for me. Do it.”

Brian rocks his hips hard into Mikey, then stills, coming with a gasp. He lets his grip on Mikey's wrists go slack, so Mikey can wrap his arms around him and pull him closer.

Brian's spent cock slips out of Mikey's body, and they lie there together for a long while, just petting and stroking each other, leaning up every once in awhile for a slow kiss.

“Good?” Brian asks, his lips lingering on Mikey's cheek.

Mikey sighs happily and burrows against Brian's chest. “Better than I even imagined.”

Brian pets him, hand moving up and down Mikey's back slowly, and Mikey's eyes drift closed. He's sated and well-used, and he'll be starving in a little while. But for now, he can drift off while listening to the steady thud of Brian's heart.


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