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furriboots, click to see it full-sized.Title: Say the Word
Six: Prompt word for this chapter given to me by
litlemspowerful: FeminineRating: NC-17
Genre: Brian/Justin
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furribootsDisclaimer: Not mine.
An: AU in the style of pretty woman
Say the word: Advantageous by jans_intentions
Say the Word: Irreversible by jans_intentions.
Say the Word: Complications by jans_intentions.
Say the Word: Tempted by jans_intentions.
Say the Word: Comfort by jans_intentions.
Say the Word: Cherry Blossom by Litlemspowerful.
Say the Word: White Chocolate by Litlemspowerful.
Saturday morning, Brian opened the door of the loft, stared into Justin's eyes and then cupped his cheek, whispering, "How is your boyfriend?"
Justin's eyes stung at this gentleness. He was so confused about being here, doing this, wanting to do this.
"Better thanks," Justin said. "You didn't have to stay all night Tuesday."
Brian shrugged.
Flushing, Justin cleared his throat. Time to get down to business.
"So, how do you want me?" he continued, letting some coolness brush like fresh air between them.
I can't lose myself to him.
"Take your clothes off. When you're here with me, I don't want you wearing any."
Justin gave a jerky nod. He put down his small overnight bag and pulled his tee shirt over his head.
Brian folded his arms and leaned against one of the loft pillars, making no pretense he wasn't going to watch--and enjoy--Justin removing his clothing.
When Justin was nude, he looked around the room under his eyelashes, a little shy under Brian's unsubtle gaze.
"Bend over the couch a moment, I want to check something."
"Um. Okay." Justin obeyed. He felt the brush of Brian's hands on his ass, felt Brian spread his ass cheeks.
Now?!
"Waxed." A brush of fingers on the back of his balls. "But there's a little stubble around--"
"Yeah, I was going to--"
Brian ran a hand down Justin's spine.
Justin shivered.
"You can take care of that now."
The hand was gone.
Brian had stepped away. He obviously wasn't going to take what he'd bought and paid for.
Yet.
...
Sitting on a heated finely made Egyptian cotton terry cloth towel, Justin dipped his razor into soapy water again.
Brian was on the other side of the couch, slouched, papers on his lap from work. Every now and then he looked up at the soft tinkle of water, watching Justin shave around his sex.
...
Justin rubbed a waxy cream into his freshly exposed skin, conscious of Brian's gaze.
"Open your legs a little wider," the soft, inevitable command.
Color high in his cheeks, Justin pulled his thighs open with his palms.
Brian's foot.
Lifting Justin's balls gently, then stroking the crease between Justin's sex and his inner thigh.
"I never had a thing for feet," Justin said.
"My feet. Your boyfriend doesn't do this with you?"
"...No."
"Good." A little smile.
"Are you going to...?"
"No hurry. When you want it, you'll ask me."
Justin chewed his lip. Shit.
"Tell me what you think when I play with you this way?" Brian's foot, circles of comfort, circles of stimulation on Justin's leg. His erection flexed, huge and swollen, catching Brian's gaze, hungry for Brian's care.
Basking. Painful excitement. Knowing that if he wanted relief, Brian would offer it only on his terms.
He rubbed the collar around his neck. Control.
"...Uh, it's almost insulting. Casual. You can't be bothered to touch me with your hands, your mouth. I'm like a little pet you see to."
Brian nodded. "I want you to know your place."
"So I don't get close enough to hurt you?"
...
Brian snapped on the diamond collar. "The last rule is if I get hard, you take care of it. Mouth or ass."
Brian's hand feathering through Justin's hair.
"Ruthless."
"I prefer to see it as being in control of the situation." Brian nodded to the far side of the loft where tall windows were covered in filmy white curtains. "I set up an easel. Supplies."
"...Brian." Justin climbed to his feet. Walked over, conscious he was eye candy, bare ass, to his patron. He ran a hand over the canvases, saw expensive paints spilling out of black cloth bags (Brian obviously disdained using plastic--probably for aesthetic reasons rather than environmental ones).
Quietly, "Do you like it?"
Justin smiled over his shoulder, letting his pleasure shine in his eyes. Being there for him the night Ben got sick, and now this...?
"Then come over here and show your gratitude. I got hard watching you walk across the room."
...
He dropped to his knees in front of Brian, pushing open his legs, eyes down, color high on his cheeks. He opened Brian's pants and pulled him out, leaning down to nuzzle Brian's penis almost affectionately.
Maybe Brian wanted this to be all business, but Justin wanted to give him something more than servicing.
Brian groaned and a second later a large warm palm clenched over Justin's skull, pressure carefully measured.
Justin smiled and laid a line of kisses like an arrow along Brian's penis.
On his knees, he cupped Brian's balls, squeezing, aware of who had the power now.
...
Justin sat up on the over sized pillows Brian had spread out in the great room. He rubbed his face and looked over at Brian's bedroom. The shutters were closed and it was dark. Brian must finally have stopped working and gone to bed.
Justin had fallen asleep promptly at ten, worn out from the week with Ben and his classes.
His body was still a little tender. Achy and unsatisfied.
Ask me, Justin.
He shoved off the blanket and got up to get a glass of water. One of the lights was still on, providing soft gray ambiance. He leaned against the counter, noticing a spiral staircase behind the dining room table.
He put down his glass and then with a glance at Brian's bedroom, ghosted over to it.
Hand on a steel rung, he hesitated, peering into the darkness below.
...
"Like it?" Brian's soft voice.
Justin looked up from where he'd been looking at erotic illustrations in an elaborately embossed leather book.
"Ben told me he played with bondage before..."
Brian crossed his muscled arms, leaning against the staircase. "It's a playroom."
Justin looked around at rough red frescoed walls, showing Greek men with their boys. The floor was hardwood. There was a tall palm tree by one window, which was covered by a wooden plantation shutter.
The cot to one side vaguely resembled a medical hospital bed. Cabinets stood along one wall, exotic items gleaming softly behind glass.
And there were other things, pieces of wooden and black leather furniture Justin only vaguely understood were for deeper play. He avoided looking at them.
His fingers grazed the folds of a strangely feminine hunk of rough cut garnet. "This place...you created it for him, didn't you? The guy who left you."
Brian's jaw hardened.
"I still use it sometimes."
Justin licked his lips, feeling a hot wash of want. Brian.
Brian went over to a closet and opened it, peeling off his silk pajama bottoms and replacing them with black leather drawstring pants. He left the crotch untied, so his penis hung, semi-erect, like dark, forbidden fruit.
He reached down and pulled on tall black leather boots before going to the cabinet and opening it, removing a crystal flask.
"You need relief," he said. "Let me give it to you, Justin. Don't..." He huffed out an exasperated breath. "Don't fight me."
Justin regarded Brian calmly before climbing to his feet. He walked over and knelt in front of him.
"You have no idea how fucking hot it is when you do that," Brian said, cupping Justin's face.
"If I ask you to help me get off, will you answer one question?"
Brian continued to caress Justin's hair. "Depends on the question."
"Why did he leave you?"
Brian's gaze moved around the room, weighing. "He got more and more into playing his role. Lost himself in being my submissive."
"Forgot to talk to Brian? To see Brian?"
Brian's lips tightened but he didn't speak.
Justin reached up and took Brian's hand, calling back his attention. "I won't do that."
...
Brian splashed cedar oil over his leather covered calf.
He took Justin's hand, guiding him so he was kneeling as high as he could, his legs slightly spread.
Brian's black boot entered the delta of Justin's open thighs. Cool, slick oil brushed against Justin's aching fullness.
A little humiliation can feel good.
"Look up at me."
Arms around Brian's leg, body thrusting, Justin held Brian's gaze as he humped his leg.
Brian's pupils were huge, darkness that Justin drowned in, a thumb grazing his open, panting lips as he, God, he didn't care about how he must look, about what he was doing.
It felt--
"Come for me, Justin," Brian ordered calmly.
The hot splash of relief. Whimpering--
And then Brian was beside him, holding him as he trembled, as his heart pounded like a horse that had broken loose, broken free.
"I've never been so wild as I am with you," Justin confessed.
Brian rubbed his thumb against Justin's lips before tenderly kissing them. "I love you wild. I love you free."
"And I'll make you a little less lonely," Justin said, pushing.
Brian leaned his forehead against Justin's. "All right," he acquiesced.
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Say the Word: Play, Part Seven
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