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Souvenirs
Title: Souvenirs
Author: dirtylttlescret
A/N: not_yet_defined said If someone doesn't post some happy fluffy fucking angst-free fic where ALL is right with the world in the next 24 hours I'm going to have a breakdown I think, but Xie beat me to it. So she gets double.



“Ow, that hurts Brian,” says Justin.

“What, my dick in your ass? Sunshine, let me explain something to you: when one gay man and another gay man love each other very much, they shove their cocks up each other’s asses and have hot gay sex six times a night, which can lead to anal tenderness, even in the most accomplished of bottoms.”

“No, not my ass. Your elbow’s jabbing into my side. Would you move already?”

“You know, bossy bottoms should know their place,” he says thrusting.

“On their backs with their legs in the air?” he smiles brightly. Then Brian drags his cock against that spot inside Justin’s ass and he gasps. “Oh fuck, that feels good.”

“You know, if you didn’t have to travel around so much to set up these silly gallery openings of yours, I wouldn’t have to try and cram an entire week’s worth of sex into one night.”

“What are you talking about? I’ve been home for three days and you’re still fucking my ass like-oh!” he pauses to moan incoherently before continuing, “-like the weatherman’s predicting a drought of blond bottoms in the near future.”

“Do you know that I was reduced to fucking my hand for eight days straight while you dicked around with your exhibit in Charlotte?” He grunts and presses his head into Justin’s shoulder, using the bed for more leverage to fuck him harder.

“I, ugnh, wasn’t dicking around. There were, Jesus, issues with the mural and I, fuck, had to fix the painting after they damaged the third panel. And besides, I wasn’t, ah right there, the one who wanted to go raw, you did.”

Brian shuts him up with his tongue in his mouth, then pounds into him with vigor. Who needs souvenirs when you can have your dick up Justin’s ass?