"Here, this, now," JC muttered into Justin's mouth, and guided Justin's hand down to JC's own cock, so hot and so hard. Justin curled his fingers around it and bucked up his hips to JC. He nipped at JC's lips as they pressed bruisingly at his mouth, sucked JC's tongue inside and opened wide for more. JC's cock was leaking against his palm. He spread the slipperiness down with two fingers, and JC moaned into him and pressed him harder against the desk.
Their knuckles bumped as they fisted one another's cocks, until Justin opened his hand wide. His explanation wasn't as fluent as he'd hoped, but JC grasped what "Here, both, together," meant anyway, and grunted, "God, yes, like that," as they both spread their hands wide. It felt amazing, his cock nudging against JC's, sandwiched between their palms. JC's flat belly and the rough crinkle of his pubic hair against the back of Justin's hand. The two of them, grinding at one another and panting in between rough, dirty kisses. Even the edge of the desk against Justin's ass was turning him on.
It was too hot to last long. Justin felt the climax swelling up inside him, humped frantically against JC, and came in a rush and a groan.
"Fuck, fuck, Justin, fuck," and JC threw back his head and bucked and there was another spurt against Justin's belly and over his hand, and JC was shuddering against him and kissing his neck.
They clung until the euphoria faded enough for Justin to notice that he was sweaty and sticky, and start groping for a kleenex. He hated being all sticky.
"Looks like it's shower time," JC observed, grinning affectionately.
"Yeah. So... your place or mine? 'Cause I don't think we're done yet."
Sometimes it didn't take a mallet to get JC out of the studio.
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Date: 2007-07-31 10:42 pm (UTC)Their knuckles bumped as they fisted one another's cocks, until Justin opened his hand wide. His explanation wasn't as fluent as he'd hoped, but JC grasped what "Here, both, together," meant anyway, and grunted, "God, yes, like that," as they both spread their hands wide. It felt amazing, his cock nudging against JC's, sandwiched between their palms. JC's flat belly and the rough crinkle of his pubic hair against the back of Justin's hand. The two of them, grinding at one another and panting in between rough, dirty kisses. Even the edge of the desk against Justin's ass was turning him on.
It was too hot to last long. Justin felt the climax swelling up inside him, humped frantically against JC, and came in a rush and a groan.
"Fuck, fuck, Justin, fuck," and JC threw back his head and bucked and there was another spurt against Justin's belly and over his hand, and JC was shuddering against him and kissing his neck.
They clung until the euphoria faded enough for Justin to notice that he was sweaty and sticky, and start groping for a kleenex. He hated being all sticky.
"Looks like it's shower time," JC observed, grinning affectionately.
"Yeah. So... your place or mine? 'Cause I don't think we're done yet."
Sometimes it didn't take a mallet to get JC out of the studio.