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A guttural moan crept up Ira's throat as Brian's hand tightened around his jumping length, the gentle tugs sending him into fits of pleasure as his orgasm eased. When the older man screamed out, Ira smirked slightly, feeling as if he'd proven something by being able to satisfy the man, even if he'd been hereto untouched in that way.
That final, rough slam into Ira's tight a** made the young blonde moan and his body collapsed under Brian's, breathing heavily as he lay on the bed, limbs sprawled and quaking as his nerves slowly calmed.
"Thanks," The boy breathed, reaching up behind him to rummage his finger's through Brian's damp locks for a moment, "That was fun."
The teen's smirk grew slightly as he made light of the situation.

Ira's usual smirk melted into a more sincere smile as he heard the man's words, interpreting them as praise. The younger boy's body gave a small shiver and a soft moan as Brian's length slipped out of his well-abused hole. "Mnn," he groaned in quiet acknowledgement of the gentle squeeze to his a** and remained on his stomach, his muscles still slowly relaxing as he came down from the natural high their actions had brought him. At the other's tease, however, the blonde turned over to his back with a grumble so that he could narrow his eyes at Brian. He chuckled quickly, rolling his eyes at the older male's statement. "What can I say, I put the 'fun' in 'functional'," Ira's eyed brightened slightly with the tease, "You ******** one boy, you've ******** 'em all right? I imagine at your age they all begin to feel the same anyway." He smirked, then slowly swung his legs over the edge of the bed as he pushed himself to sit upright. "Well, we should do this again sometime..." Ira murmured, somewhat distracted as he pulled himself to standing and began scanning the room for his clothes, not knowing where they all might've gone to in the heat of the moment.

[[Sorry for the delay!! sweatdrop ]]

Ira laughed softly as he watched Brian steal his boxers, "You know, that won't stop me. I'll happily walk out of here without boxers. Pants...maybe, but my boxers?" He clucked his tongue, teasing Brian, "That's pathetic." But then he was suddenly pulled down onto the bed. Ira's smile grew and he was surprised to feel just how willingly his body melted into Brian's possessive embrace. His willpower was quickly fading. The longer Ira stayed beside Brian in the man's bed, the less he wanted to leave it. Especially if staying meant he might get such soft, sweet kisses.
He grinned as Brian's eyes flashed, loving the ease with which they seemed to be able to play and tease with each-other. It made for a very comfortable acquaintance, Ira thought. But then Brian was describing his orgasm and his screams, and the teen blushed considerably.
"At your age I suppose you take pride in being able to get it up at all." He lashed out, trying to cover his embarrassment.
When Brian threatened to bite his tongue, Ira smirked and let his body press into the older man's for a moment. "Kinky," he murmured, then realized that Brian's grip on his wrist and hair had disappeared. He was free to go.
Just a few more minutes, the teen thought blushing almost imperceptibly at his own childishness.
Ira slid his hand between the man's side and the mattress, meaning to find the boxers the other had hidden. The teen hadn't lied when he said he could easily get home without them, but now he had initiated a new game. One he had hoped would afford him just a few more minutes beside the other. It was a silly and childish excuse, but he wriggled his hand further under the older blonde's ribs all the same, in a feeble attempt to find the missing boxers.

Ira laughed quietly and raked his fingers through Brian's hair with a few, gentle strokes, "No need to get grumpy, old man..." The teen spoke in a low voice, bending his neck to kiss the spot just bellow the older male's ear gently, "I enjoyed it a lot. You know I did." Ira murmured, his warm breath ghosting across Brian's neck as he spoke. Usually, he wouldn't have given in so easily, but his current amorous mood lead him to want to appease the other.
When Brian pressed his body down into the bed, Ira stilled his fingers. Unable to continue his search, the younger male simply let his palm press against Brian's side. He moved his lips in a soft trail along the other's throat and up to his mouth. Smiling softly, he turned the n** into a series of slightly longer kisses while his free hand found its way to the other's back, tracing soft patterns for a moment before the teen pulled away.
Ira was enjoying the sweet pleasure of just laying with Brian, and the frown tugging at his lips as he pulled away proved his displeasure at ending their gentle game. "I should go.." Ira whispered sadly, leaning in for one final kiss. "If I don't now, I never will."
With a low groan, the boy pushed himself up off of the mattress and quickly found and tugged on his jeans and shirt. He turned his usual smirk on the man, "I'll get my boxers back from you next time." Ira spoke in a mock-threatening voice before retrieving his mobile from its place in his pant's pocket and heading reluctantly for the door.

Ira could feel that Brian was really into the kissing, and the teen even let himself beleive that perhaps that meant Brain was possibly, maybe a little, into him as well. He smiled, pressing closer when he felt the older male's frame shiver near his, the sensation giving him goosebumps.
When he was walked to the door, Ira tried not to pout overtly as he made to leave, knowing he had to go. Besides, a playboy as...popular as Brian probably never had sleep overs. But that last kiss made Ira hope to g-d he could be the first. At the man's last words, Ira's tell-tale smirk appeared again.
"Yeah you will," the boy replied playfully, "I'll be the impossibly hot one with the rakish charm and seductive smirk. You'll be the creepy old man at the end of the bar oogling me." He flashed a grin, then took a small step to be toe to to with the man, looking up at him shyly through his now thoroughly tousled blonde bangs "I'll be looking forward to it." He said earnestly, and to show he was only joking- at least about the age thing, the boy leaned up to kiss Brian's mouth softly one last time before finally turning to the door and letting himself out of the man's apartment.
As he began jogging down the stairs, Ira fished his phone out of his pocket and checked the time. 4:02am. He's be lucky to get home in time to sneak back to his room in the apartment before his father woke up. Ira picked up his pace, by the time he got through the building's side door and on to the street, Ira was barreling through Brian's neighborhood at a full on sprint- trying to ignore the loud protest of his muscles which had already been abused enough tonight. Not to mention the incredibly uncomfortable sensation of putting any physical stress on his a** at this particular moment in time.
When the young blonde reached finally reached his own apartment complex (it had taken him some time to find his way back from the unfamiliar part of town) he was completely winded and utterly exhausted. To be on the safe side, he leapt for the fire escape's pull down ladder and climbed his way up the many floors of wrought iron scaffolding to get to his own window without having to sneak into his apartment from the front door. The boy struggled to get his window open and leapt from the sill straight into his bed.