When Justin touched him with electricity infused fingertips, his body responded the only way it knew how. It tried to bury itself into those touches, or those kisses, or those stares and feed off of it the best it could.

When Justin's sugary lips cascaded over his shoulder so fluidly he thought it was a figment of his imagination, his hands would always smooth out over the strong muscles beside him, or in front of him or behind him. His own fingertips padded over the taut, silky flesh easily and when he felt those familiar teeth sink slightly into his shoulder he knew the younger man was close.

When Justin was in between his legs, nipping at the tender skin covered in tiny hairs, his back would arch and his mouth would work against the air, sighing out his needs, his wants. Justin would always lick his hipbone, the metallic bar slicing through the blonde's tongue feeling odd and foreign against his flesh. Then the younger man would go to the place he had wanted ever since he had started his descent southward.

When Justin pinned him with his dark eyes, though glassy, he would do anything he asked. Whether it be go get the lube, or on your stomach, or even smile.

When they were done, Justin would slump against him, murmuring in his ear of love and flowers and families and forever and he believed him. Every word that tumbled from the half asleep blonde, he would live by and probably hold to the younger man later.

The man had control that he used to his advantage every night and JC really couldn't complain, his hands curling around the younger one's arms, screaming into his mouth. Because he knew this, he lived this, he loved this.

-Fin-
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