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The younger male moaned again, his body flashing hot as he listened to Brian's praise. "Mnn.." The hand at his hair, so dominantly forcing his mouth further made Ira's body shudder. He moaned desperately, his ears burning with the sound of Brian's whispered warning as the older man began to release into his mouth. There was such a rush of heat as Brian's piece spasmed into Ira's mouth that Ira whimpered softly, trying to swallow as Brian's release rocketed into his mouth and down his throat. Ira's eye's streamed as he struggled to take it all. Though this proved to be an impossible task. He looked up at his benefactor, a small smirk on his lips even as they were still wrapped around the other's length with the remainder of Brian's release dripping down his chin now.

Once his head was tilted up, Ira grasped Brian's hand in both of his and sucked the c** off of the man's fingers, his eyes locked on the other's suggestively as he did. Once finished, Ira let the man's hand drop and smirked slightly at the compliment trying to hide the swell of pleasure he felt from hearing those words. "Glad you liked it." Ira spoke lowly, sitting back on his heels now that he had finished. "There's more where that came from..." The boy teased, sounding much braver than he felt. He wanted Brian, that much was obvious from the bulge in his jeans. But whether he'd be able to handle having the man, well... that was something the teen was still anxious over.

Ira lay back on the bed slowly as he watched the object of his desire crawl slowly towards him. The sight alone was enough to make his jeans immensely uncomfortable and the light pressure the man applied above him only excited maters. Ira's hips jumped softly at the attention and he lifted a hand to the man's side, feeling the rise and fall of the other's breath against his palm. "You." The teen answered simply, arching his back slightly as he lifted his mouth to place a kiss on the man's bare shoulder, "I want you." The statement was true enough, and the words were uttered unwaveringly. Ira knew he most likely was setting himself up for unimaginable pain. And that if Brain discovered the truth, it would certainly be the end of Ira's chances with the man... but that didn't change the fact that what the boy wanted was Brian. He'd become fixated. As though nothing but the blonde man would quench his need.

The younger blonde took a shuddering breath as Brian's hand trailed down his bare chest. He smirked at the man's words, letting his hand slip lower until his slender finger's were grasping the other's hips, "You telling me you can't get it up again yet? C'mon...you're not that old..." He teased mischievously rocking his hips up towards Brian's. Still, he did as the man requested. When Brian lifted up off of him, Ira gave a small nod, the smile on his lips betrayed his plans for giving the older male a show. Ira slowly stood on the mattress, now looking down at the kneeling man. With an eyebrow crooked, he took both of Brian's hands in his and lifted them to his chest. Pressing the man's palms to his warm skin, Ira slid the other's hands down his chest and stomach before parking them low on his hips. Holding Brian's grasp there for a moment, the teen swiveled his hips slowly in a figure eight before lifting his hand's off of Brian's. Keeping the gentle sway of his hips, the boy moved his hands to the front of his jeans and slowly undid the button...then the zipper...taking his time as he pushed the now-loosened waistband down from his hips, slowly exposing the bulge that remained in his barely concealed in his dark boxer briefs. The jeans puddled to his ankles, and Ira stepped out of them carefully so as not to loose his balance on the mattress.Then, Ira's hands moved back to the waistband of his briefs, slowly, he pushed the elastic down, but stopped just before his length could burst forward. He looked down at Brian and smirked, obviously up to something. "Hmm, maybe I should have you give me a little momentum now...I seem to have lost mine..."
He mocked the other playfully.

Ira's lips pulled in a smal, satisfied smile as he felt Brian's grip tighten on his hips while his actions took their games further. However, when it seemed the teen had gone too far, and Brian's hands withdrew, Ira paused. For a moment he considered retaliating- it went against his sense of pride to be coerced into begging for the man, no matter how much he may want it. But he did want it. Desperately. As such, the boy decided to find the middle ground. He wouldn't give in to Brian completely-not yet, anyway. But he wouldn't let the man win and go home empty handed either.
Slowly, he sank down onto the mattress. First, to his knees, on equal ground with Brian, then slightly more submissively as he sank back to sit on his heels. Narrowing his eyes at the man, Ira stared for a beat or two of silence before speaking. "You don't fight fair." He complained.

The younger male swallowed hard as he hears Brian's reply. He knew this was going to be painful for him. Everything he ever heard from his friends or the internet had convinced him that the pain was inescapable. And though it didn't deter him entirely, it did make him anxious. And that anxiety was hard to hide. He swallowed again and hid his nervous smile behind a smirk, letting the man tilt his chin upwards slightly, his own hand resting lightly on Brian's side once again. "Well, what's stopping you then?" He challenged is a low voice.

Ira blinked once and refocused his gaze on the man, "I'm not afraid." He replied steadily, although the boy wasn't really sure of the truth of that statement. He was anxious, yes. Nervous, sure. But afraid? Ira wasn't convinced that he truly feared Brian. He didn't. He was nervous about how the other would judge him- it was obvious Brian would have a long list of men to compare Ira to. And he was anxious about the pain involved, but had simply come to accept that this act was going to be excruciating, especially his first time. Still, was he afraid? Well, Ira would never admit it anyway. Perhaps his lust for the blonde was clouding his judgement.
As he was kissed, Ira sighed lightly against Brian's mouth, his hold on the other's side tightening when he was forced backward. When his back hit the mattress, Ira smirk slightly up at the man. It was a good thing he was so flexible.
Ira shivered slightly at the hissed command the other gave. He swallowed again, but pushed his anxiety aside, covering -as he always did- with a smirk. "Yes sir." He replied, teasing Brian a bit as he complied with the request, slowly rolling his body over until he lay on his chest, a cheek pressed against the mattress as he turned his face to the side.
This was it. The younger blonde could feel the tension course through his body, his toes curling as he anticipated the man's next move.