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

I look up at him and look into his eyes, "you read my mind," I smile as I kiss him on the lips.

I stop my movements inside of him now. Just staying inside him but not actually moving, enough for us to both feel something but not enough to get us both off.

I keep my mouth attached to his in a bid to keep up the passion enough though we aren't moving.

"This way, we can last for hours," I grin against his lips.

I smile against his lips, "I like that idea."

I just want to stay like this forever, connected physically the way we are emotionally. I'm such a fuckin' romantic loser when it comes to this guy, I can't help myself.

I whimper as he just barely hits my spot again, making sure I'm still feeling something but not quite enough.

"I'd nearly forgotton how fucking perfect you were Coby. Everything, your eyes, your smile, your arms, your body, fucking everything about you."

"Don't get too loved up Brian, I haven't made you come yet," I laugh as I get a little more comfortable on top of him, these knees weren't what they used to be y'see.

"But I can say, that you are still as amazing as ever. So the feelings mutual Brian."

Man, I haven't being able to say that to anyone and mean it for so long. No one has meant as much to me as Brian means to me, I don't think anyone could top how much he means to me.

"Mm, true. Maybe I should hold off complimenting your amazingness until I've cum, yeah?" I say with a smirk, nudging his nose with my own before kissing him once more.

I release my light grip on his hair and move my hands to his chest, gently massaging his pecs, smiling at him as I do so. It's so fucking nice to have my hands against something flat and hard, rather than fucking tits.

I just watch him as he seems pretty transfixed by my chest, I furrow my brow with a smirk still on my lips, "missing something Brian?"

I grin at him as he glares up at me.

I just laugh before leaning down, biting and nibbling along his shoulder and neck as I wait for us both to come down to a sensible level of pleasure so we can carry on without dying of sensation.

"Oh yeah, totally missing the silicone." I say, whimpering as he sinks his teeth into my neck, "Oh Godddd, you want me to last longer than five minutes, you might wanna stop that, baby."

I let my hands move across the rest of his torso, his perfectly defined, young looking body, up across his spine, mentally counting the ridges out of some weird little OCD thing I've developed. Then my hands come down to rest on that perfect ass once more.

"God I have missed your ass, baby."

I don't even know what I'm saying anymore...

"Oooh, someone got a fetish for biting, uh Brian?" I grin against his skin as I move my mouth up to his ear.

I take the lobe into my mouth and suck on his ear, wanting to give every part of his body pleasure, well, all the parts that I can reach anyway.

"Mmmm, I have missed your hands Angel," I tell him as his hands need at my ass, his perfectly rough hands.

I have had so many younger guys in this bed with me, so many of them have baby soft hands, and it just doesn't add up to the manly, working hands of someone like Brian. I moan into his ear as I feel all the grooves in his fingers over my soft skin.

I let out a soft whimper as he continues his work on me, sending me to cloud fucking nine as he barely even moves inside me.

"Y'know Cobes, I just missed you." I say, my voice wavering as I do so.

Great, first time with the love of my life and I'm fucking crying.

I brush my hands across the backs of his thighs - trying to distract myself from the tears brimming in my eyes, memorizing every inch of skin I've missed over these past two and a half decades... it feels less time when I say it like that.

"Don't ever let me wait this long to be with you again." I whisper as I bury my head in his neck.

"Well, if I have my way you won't be leaving this bed for a looooooong time," I smirk into his ear before kissing it gently.

I am glad that he's as emotional as I am feeling right now, even though I'm not going to let it show, I am actually busting to scream, cry and yell how much I have missed him and how I have wanted all this for so long and how I am never going to let him go. But he doesn't need that right now.

"Do you think we should carry on now?" I ask him, the pragmatics of what I am saying in my head are "please say that you want to start again now!"

"You act as if I'd want to leave you bed." I say, smiling against his arm before lifting my head up, "Coz believe me, I don't have any intention of ever leaving here. You'll need to give me sponge baths and turn me."

Oh yeah, I've still got the talent of making myself seem like I'm a slightly special boy. I can't help laughing at this, I've not said anything quite so stupid in all my years without him.

"Yeah, that might be a good idea. Might shut me up anyway." I say, grinning at him.

"Then I'll do it then," I grin before sitting up a little and getting into position again.

Of course I would have carried on no matter what he said, well, within reason of course. If he told me he was actually a woman and his dick was going to fall off in five seconds then maybe I would have pulled out. But, now I am just getting silly.

I pull all the way out of Brian before pushing back into him again and starting up the same rhythm that we had before. Bliss.

As my body is penetrated once more, a loud cry of Coby's name falls from my lips out of sheer relief. My fingers once again grip at his back and I'm on fire once more.

"Mmm, so fucking good."

I feel myself tightening around his dick as he assaults my spot again, increasing my pleasure and presumably his at the same time.

"Fuck."

"Oh God," I let out out of surprise as his muscles tighten around me, holding me in place inside of him.

"Jesus Brian, that was... woah," I laugh a little as I try to regain myself.

I hold myself up with my arms as I lean over Brian some more, my mouth open as I pant, my lips tracing over his sweating forehead.

"I know, right?" I say, matching his breathless laugh.

I move my mouth to his shoulder, dropping light kisses there, across his collarbone, just tasting him, the salty sweat and that other taste which is just Coby. There's no other description for it.

I grab at his hips again, pulling him into me as I do so, desperate, so fucking desperate now for him.

I groan as I feel his fingers digging into my hips, making little dents in my skin, no doubt going to be leave bruises in it's wake.

His desperate gripping at my hips is telling me that he wants me to just drive him home into his orgasm now. No more teasing, tasting, just to make him feel the greatest he ever has in his life. And I plan to do it.

"Want me to make you come Brian?" I ask the pretty obvious question as I keep up a fast pace into his spot.

Never missing a beat.

"Yes, yes baby, yes..." I cry against his chest, a shaky, somewhat squeaky voice, "Make me come, Coby, I need it so fuckin' much."

My lips are busy at his collarbone, nipping, sucking, marking him as mine. I want the world to know he's taken, he's never going to be with anyone else now, he's got me and it's going to fucking well stay that way.

"Love you..." I tell him once again as I tighten my muscles around his dick again, my fingers still gripping at him, everything so fucking tight and ready to explode.

"If you so wish," I say through gritted teeth as I concentrate on my aim.

I am getting so close now that it's starting to become a little bit harder to focus on aiming for one spot. I want to just jab blindly inside of Brian's tight ass, just to get myself off. That's what I have being used to whenever I have topped, but Brian's different. He's not like the others, I have to make his good for him. Not because it's the right thing to do by him, but it's the right thing to do by me.

I hold my breath as I continue to thrust into him, holding off my own orgasm that threatens me with bliss. I reach my hand down to Brian's cock, hoping to get him off pretty quick because I don't want to come first, I'll feel awful for ages about it.

"Come on Brian, come on baby."

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I can feel my orgasm building up almost embarassingly fast, the tight, white heat pooling in my stomach, my thighs, coursing through me, close, so fucking close to the edge.

I force my eyes open and stare up at my beautifulamazngperfectheavenlygodlike Coby. He looks so fucking hot like this, the look of blissful, desperate concentration. It's bringing me that much closer. There's a final strike to my prostate and everything goes fuckin' black.

I can feel my eyes rolling back in my head as the pleasure hits me like a fucking freight train.

"Coby... fuckin... oh God, Coby..."

My body bends into an arch, my hands grip so hard at Coby I swear I'm about to draw blood. My whole being is overcome with such intense pleasure I just want to fuckin' die.

I watch Brian as his orgasm hits him and he bends beautifully against me. The sight is enough to make me whimper in such need as I continue to ride into him deeper. The sight before me of him still quivering in the aftermath of his orgasm is too much for me.

I feel his muscles tighten around me as he tries to squeeze me dry. I moan out as I feel my own orgasm wash over me and I milk myself into Brian's body.

We're both spent now, both just not able to move as he look over each other, as if the realisation of what has just happened has only now just hit us. I just hope he doesn't regret it.

As the tinest little aftershocks of pleasure die down, I close my eyes for a long moment, almost afraid that opening them will cause the image of Coby to fade away and this will all have been a very lucid dream.

"Please tell me you're still here." I say, those pesky fuckin' tears brimming again, "Please tell me I didn't just imagine that again, that we're still just friends with that desperately painful spark between us."

I can still feel him in me, under my fingers, logically that should be enough for me. But I've had that feeling before and he's not been there, I've been hallucinating it all because I've just been that desperate and drunk. It's one of the reasons why I drank so much, to get to that state where just for an hour, my mind would allow me to imagine he was really real and really with me.

"Please still be here."

"Brian, I'm here," I tell him, smiling sorrowfully at him even though his eyes are still closed, "the real, living breathing Coby."

I lean down and kiss his lips just to illustrate my point, "just open your eyes and you'll see."

I can only imagine that he has spent many nights dreaming about this moment before. Maybe in a drunken or stoned state of mind. Not that I'm cocky, I just know the way that his mind works. It's the same as mine a lot of the time.

I'm still a little afraid, my head's played this trick before - I should probably see someone about that. I can't prolong the agony anymore though. It'll drive me insane. I allow my eyes to open, thankfully finding myself staring into the ocean blue eyes I've dreamt of ever since I pushed them away.

I swallow down the lump in my throat and blink back the tears. I move one of my hands from his hips, up to his face, my fingers moving over the skin there. He really is here. This really happened.

"Sorry, I just... it's happened so many times in my mind and you always leave or fade away and I can't stop it." I explain, "I just needed to make sure."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere," I tell him as I kiss him again.

"So, you'll have to put up with me, you think you can handle that?" I laugh as I pull out of him slowly, as much as I want to stay that close to him, we can't really risk a trip to the emergency room can we?

I still stay sat behind him though, holding onto his thighs as I look down on him.

"So, are you going to grace my bed tonight?"

I smile contentedly at him, feeling a little empty physically now but emotionally fulfilled and, dare I say it, happy?

I nod in answer to his question, "And every night for as long as you'll have me. And even when you're not willing to put up with me anymore, I'll be here. Sitting in your bushes, singing you Lionel Richie songs, begging you to take me back."

I clear my throat and do my best impersonation of Lionel Richie, "Hellloooooo? Is it me you're looking for?"

I cringe at Brian's singing voice before placing my fingers on his lips.

"Brian, you still can't sing my lovely," I smirk before leaning down and kissing him on the lips.

I smile at him before moving over onto my back next to Brian, I sit up against the headboard and go about taking the used condom from my dick. I grimace a little from the blood on it, but I try not to dwell on it. It's being a while since I've seen blood on the condom though, that's one of the joys of getting old, everything has being done at least once before.

I turn to Brian after the throw the condom into the trash bin beside me, I smile at him.

"Sleep now? Us oldies need our rest," I laugh.

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