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Brian is a hedonist. He craves pleasure above all else. He's spent years seeking it out.

Asses are there for him to use, mouths there to be fucked.

Until he meets Justin, and then Brian discovers a whole new world of pleasure.

The pleasure in watching innocent eyes widen at the initial pain of entry, then squeeze closed as bliss takes over.

Washing Justin's back, just an excuse to touch his silky skin.

Having his mouth filled with Justin's thick cock. Burying his tongue in Justin's ass..

Seeing his toes curl, making him come.

Worshiping Justin is Brian's greatest pleasure.

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Brian lies awake, head propped up, watching the streetlight play over the pale skin of Justin's back. He runs a fingertip lightly across Justin's shoulders. The skin smoother than anything he's ever touched. He listens to Justin's quiet sighs - he's content.

He buries his nose in the back of Justin's neck, breathing in the smell as familiar to him as his own. The smell he craves, the smell he misses.

He watches Justin sleep, and feels a pang in his chest. Knowing that tomorrow he'll board a plane and return home alone. He watches Justin sleep and he makes plans.

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ETA: Hmm, you know what, I think the second drabble may have been subconsciously influenced by the end of Jude's wonderful fic, Geography for Beginners, so credit where it's due. You should all go read her fic, tis far superior.