Pairing: Brian and Justin
Timeline: 3 years post 513
Word Count: 300
Brian's roused from his early morning dreams by Justin's warm tongue softly lapping between his ass cheeks, tickling the outer edges of his hole. Groaning with pleasure, he gradually stirs, parting his legs wider and pushing himself backward.
"I was dreaming that today was our wedding day," he mumbles with still-closed eyes, "and you were gently licking my ass, bathing it with wetness before you fucked me awake." Grinding his rapidly filling cock into the mattress, he sighs contentedly.
"My mission in life is to make your dreams come true," Justin avows, "especially on our wedding day."
"Jesus, Brian! I love fucking you in the morning!" Justin collapses on top of his back in a relaxed, sated heap.
"Good thing that's your job."
Laughing together playfully, Justin covers Brian's back and shoulders with tender kisses. "Brian? Remember all the condoms we used to go through?"
"Yeah. I hear Trojan went out of business when we started fucking raw," he jokes. "What made you think of condoms?"
"I don't know. I guess because every time I slide my bare cock inside you, I fall a little more in love with you. I just wanted to tell you that."
Brian's heart thumps in his chest. He still can't believe Justin is his, that they'll be married before the end of the day, and that this passionate love consumes him, never to leave. "The first time I fucked you without a condom, I cried," he whispers his secret confession into Justin's ear, holding him fast against his beating heart.
"You'd never looked more beautiful to me."
Brian's quiet, corralling his emotions into a manageable lot. "I love you, Justin," he finally murmurs, pulling himself together.
"Race you to the shower!" Justin exclaims, halfway out of bed. "It's our wedding day!"