RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

I catch the lube, managing to squirt a little onto my chest in the process.

"Oooh man," I whine a little before rubbing the lube into my chest. I shake this off before making my way back over to a blushing Brian.

"A lube fight?" I say as I raise my eyebrow at him and sit back on the bed with him, "Why don't I believe that?"

I look at him questioningly, wondering what he's being doing. The blush he's sporting can only tell me that he didn't use that lube for fun and games, well, not innocent ones anyway.

"Christmas present? Are you talking about... that, Christmas present?" I ask him with a small smile. He nods slowly and I can't help but bite my lip to stop the small chuckles that want to come from me.

"Aww Baby, there's no need to be embarrassed about that. I just wish I was here to watch you with it," He blushes even more as I rub my hand over his cheek, "I bet you looked so hot all writhing and screaming."

I can't help but laugh at him, "Awww, my poor little Angel."

I pull him a little closer to me, so his heads resting on my shoulder and I rub my hand down his back, tickling his spine a little.

I can only imagine what he'd probably be like in that situation, all panicking and what not. I can just imagine Zacky as well. Seeing something like Brian in a blind panic probably stopped the poor guy from moping around like he has being for the past few weeks.

"A fantasy, eh? What kind of fantasy are we talking here? Was I in it?"

I grin and look down at him, "Oooh really?" I ask him, my voice going up a little in scale.

"So, I'm guessing that's what you want me to do to you now?" I ask him, my fingers still dancing around on his skin.

I can't believe this, he's having fantasies about me rimming him. That's madness! But, a little part of me is kinda wishing he says he doesn't want that, because the truth is, I haven't actually done it before myself, experienced it or done it.

"Or, something else?"

"Well, I had an idea in mind already. And I kinda wanna see your beautiful face when I hit that spot inside you so... maybe some other time for that?" I suggest to him, wanting to be completely psyched up for this, I don't want it to not match up to his fantasy.

I move around so I'm sitting down in front of him, biting my lip. Without saying a word I push him down onto the bed and pull his legs to wrap them around me. I lean down and kiss his chest.

"So, you ready for this?" I ask him as I look up at him.

I pick up the bottle of lube I discarded earlier, squirting a little bit onto my finger and rubbing it along the digit. I smile down at him before bringing the lube down to his entrance and squirting some of the cold liquid inside of him.

I grin as he's ass muscles clench from the cold feeling.

"God, you're so beautiful," I say as I bring my fingers down to his entrance and tease the hole, rubbing at the cleft of his ass gently.

"I can't wait to feel how tight you are."

"Oh please," I laugh, "You love it."

I look back down at the task in hand, probing my well slicked finger into his entrance, feeling his muscles contract around me cause my own cock to twitch just thinking about what it'd be like to have myself buried in there.

"How does it feel?" I ask him as I look back up at his face, my other hand holding onto his thigh to keep him in place while I start up a slow rhythm, going deeper and deeper inside of Brian.

"Glad to hear it," I smile at him as I move my finger a little deeper, hooking them inside of him and angling the thrusts different, trying to hit that sweet spot inside of him.

I push my finger all the way to the halt and wiggle my finger around.

Come on Brian, let me see you.

I grin up at him, loving the way this is making him.

"God, I lo-love it when you do that," I say, saving myself a little there as I continue to thrust deeper into him.

I then start to prod at his spot inside him violently, just so he can't almost forget that I actually said anything.

"Want me to touch you Brian?" I ask him as I continue the heavy assault on his spot.

I groan as I feel his nails digging into my shoulders, I laugh a little at how lost he is in the feeling.

"Whatever you say Angel," I say to him, even though I'm sure he's not really listening as I reach my hand from his thigh down to his leaking cock. I'm pretty certain he's keeping himself stable against me without me holding onto him.

I take a hold of the lube by us again, and as I keep up my rhythm on his spot inside him, I hold the lube up high, just above his cock before little the cooling gel trickle heavily onto the head of his weeping cock.

Hmmmm, obviously doesn't have the same kink for colds and liquids like I do.

"I know, I'm a bastard," I say before I lace my hand onto his dick and start to rub it, "But, I'm not that much of a bastard, am I? Because you like this, don't you?"

I grin as he starts to quiver under my touch, his G spot being probed at and his dick being jacked off. I know he is loving this, and I love giving it too him.

I speed up both of the pleasure points, thrusting against his spot harder, stroking and teasing his entrance even more with my other fingers. I work up my hand on his cock, pulling at him harder and faster.

"Come on Angel, come for me, all over yourself so I can lick it all off of you," I growl as I lean over him a little more.

I grin as I squeeze the last few drops of essence from him. I lower my lips to his now spent cock, still sensitive from the intensity of his orgasm. I lick over the head of his cock, licking it clean which causes him to buck against my lips a little as the last aftershocks of pleasure go over him.

I lick over my lips and smile back up at Brian.

"A. Maz. Ing." I say to him as I pull my fingers from his entrance and place them on his thighs, and leaning forward.

I lower my tongue to his stomach, going up the trails of white, cream up his chest.