Something I Can Never Forget

His day had been one of the worst in a long time, Julian practically tearing his throat out everytime that he needed someone to blame for his own stupidity. There had never been a better time for him to go out, the club scene seeming like nothing more than a much needed break from all of the suits and ties around the office. A few of his friends had told him about the club, Pulse Action they had called it, a rather interesting name for a club. His attire for the night consisted of a sleek looking royal blue satin shirt to match the color of his eyes, along with a pair of tight looking black pants. The place seemed to be quite packed, filled to the brim with both men and women alike, grinding up against each other almost as if he had walked into some kind of porno movie in the process of filming. "Some people...just don't know when to take things to a room" A light scoff was passed through his lips as he allowed a quick glance to be given around the room before taking refuge on a nearby barstool. Normally cool and collected sapphire eyes had become somewhat hardened, almost as if something had him on edge.

"Hey man, looks like you had a rough day.." Eyes were narrowed as he ws brought out of his current thoughts, fixing his gaze on the woman that had approached him. Grinning a little from the comment, fingers took to lightly running through his hair in an effort to calm down a little. "You have...no idea" The woman simply continued to smile, pulling what seemed to be a little pill out of her pocket before sitting it down right next to his hand. "It looks like you might need this...then you could try and enjoy yourself"

A part of him recognized just what it was that had been placed in front of him, yet he didn't have time to question it before he had taken the pill and swallowed it just as quickly...surely one night of relaxation couldn't be that bad.

Eli had spent the day ripping people's throats out, his office a battlefield by the time the day was done, metaphorical bodies strewn about the room. Any idea pitched to him today had been shot down before it even had a chance, and he'd made it a point to find every single tiny flaw with each one and expose it to the full extent of the possibility, putting people on the spot and ripping at even the smallest mistake until it was a gaping hole in their plan and had no chance. He made everyone around him that day ice cubes in his personal hell. By the time evening came about and he was finally leaving the office, he needed some sort of comfort beyond his usual run home, beyond the few drinks and the sleeping pills he'd take there, beyond the lonely dinner he'd have there. So he decided to do what he seldomly did. He decided to go out.

Dressed as he had been that morning, still in the black suit and black tie with the same black shades as he walked the streets, it was a long way before he came across the first club. Some place called 'Pulse Action', it sounded seedy enough for him to be able to get drunk enough to forget the face from earlier that day without running into anyone from work. And maybe, just maybe, he'd find a little something more. Seating himself at the bar, he removed his coat and folded it across his lap, not bothering to remove his shades though he ordered a drink. The man sitting next to him seemed to be jittering on his stool, hands shaking and drink nearly spilt, a few minutes of sideways glancing before he pulled a little paper out of his pocket. "Hey, buddy, wanna forget your troubles?"

Trying to carefully unfold it with shaking hands, the sputtering man inevitably sent down a little rain of small white and red pills skittering onto the countertop. Panicing, he set to scooping them up, Eli reaching over and helping before the man jumped up, muttering a quick 'forget it' as he went off to try and sort out his precious bounty, a single pill left on the smooth wood of the bar. It was only a moment of debating before Eli picked it up and dropped it down into his own little shot glass, watching it fizz away into nothing. Well, he did need to forget the rest of the world, didn't he? Just as he looked up at the displays of bottles in front of the mirror wall behind the bar, he spotted him. Just a few seats down.

So close to him yet again. Fucking perfect. Just fucking perfect. He glanced back down at his drink and in one quick move, downed it.

The pill seemed to wash away whatever little stress had been left in his body, leaving him looking around the room, seemingly in a kind of daze. Fingers taking to gripping at the wooden bar beneath them, the beat from the music playing in the background seemed to run right through him, keeping on edge...but it wasn't bad in the least. Sweat seemed to collect on his skin, the bass of the music only seeming to make it harder for him to even think straight. The feeling of the wood beneath his fingers caused a light shiver to rack over his frame, eyes narrowing considerably as he finally noticed tha the one person he was trying to avoid happened to be sitting a few stools away...but he didn't care in the least. A soft whimper managed to make its way past his lips, normally slicked back blonde locks now hanging disheveled in front of his eyes.

At any rate, it seemed as if the front of his pants would burst open, because on top of the fact that he seemed to be sweating uncontrollably, he also had a constant state of arousal...which explained the straining erection threatening to pop out of his pants. At any rate, Bryant was starting to wonder if taking that pill from the woman had been the smartest thing that he had done in his life, needless to say, he was having second thoughts.

The bartender seemed to look at him rather oddly when he practically flagged him down, asking for the first drink that had come to his mind before turning his attention back onto the matter at hand, his clothes seemed to add to his dilemma, all that he knew was that he had to fuck and soon, and nothing would stop him from getting some kind of release by the end of the night.

He felt his body sway and his mind swoon, not able to focus for a few moments as the drug began to take it's effect, the thought that perhaps picking up the accidental leftbehinds of an insane loon wasn't the brightest of his ideas that day, but then again, none of this day had been at all bright. That's when he'd seen him again, glancing over. And suddenly, rage filled him. And he banged his fist down onto the bar, standing up and storming over to Bryant whirling him around in his seat and grabbing him by the front of his shirt, yanking him nearly to his feet, his shades finally falling off. "You insignificant little peon! How-How dare you!? You do-don't even know..." And suddenly, he went quiet, blinking a few times as his pupils seemed to open until there was no iris left in them.

"Whoa..." He muttered, head dipping forward, fist becoming a palm against the man's chest, slipping upward, dragging along the center row of buttons up to the collar of his shirt. He gave a light hiss at the feel of the cloth and the muscles beneath it, the anger he'd harbored before slowly slipping behind an odd fog of absolute euphoria. "...holy shit..." He licked his lips as his body began to feel more and more sexual, hand joining the first on the other man's chest as he stepped closer to him on the bar stool.

When had all that happened? He tried to force his mind to catch up, but it ignored and let itself linger, licking his lips again and tasting the soft sweat, feeling every bead on his body and hearing even the suddenly fast rate of his own heart. When had it starting feeling this good just to touch someone else?

At first, Bryant's first reaction to seeing the one that had hated him deeply for some time now was to flinch lightly when he heard his raised words, but his nervousness only seemed to fade away just as quickly as it had appeared. Skin unwillingly felt as if it had been set on fire, the gentle touches only seeming to fuel the flames licking over him. A guttural whine managed to make itself heard as he registered the soft hiss of the other, something about being touched like this made him lose himself in the sensations. Eyes becoming half lidded as his hands moved up to run across the other's cheek, barely skimming over the skin in the process. He knew that this was odd, and nothing about this was right in any sense...but right now, logic seemed to be the last thing in the world to either of them.

A few of the other customers allowed a fleeting glance to be given to the pair before turning their attentions back onto their own business. The only thing that did seem to register in Bryant's mind was that this would definately have to be moved, and soon at that.

He moved his head to lean into the touch of the cool hand against his overly warm face, the sudden flush of red to his cheeks and slight sweat to every pore of his body heating and freezing him at the same time. Like a cat into the pet of its master, he seemed to curl into even the softest touch from the other man, breath for a moment caught. No! NO! He hated this, this man...hated him with every fibre of his being! He did...but all he wanted was just a little more... His hands clenched against Bryant's shirt and he felt himself pull closer. He shouldn't have wanted this this much, he shouldn't have needed it this badly, but his body moved in a way all it's own.

Pretty soon, without realizing it, he'd pulled the other man to his feet and almost ferally forced their mouths on each other, the gnashing of teeth near enough to tear the delicate skin of lips as he demanded some form of satisfaction without speaking a word. Pulling the other in, forcing him to almost physically injuring spaces, and pushing him away at the same time, fists balled against his chest, nearly ripping his shirt, alternating between pulling and pushing. His eyes stayed open through all this, locked on those half lidded across from him, boring into him with giant black pools.

His head seemed to be swimming from all of the new feelings racing through his body, knowing all too well that something like this happening between enemies wasn't supposed to happen...but no matter how much his mind was against it all, his body wouldn't allow him to fight back. His fingers took to boring themselves into the sleeve of the other's shirt, gripping onto him as if his own life depended on it. The feeling of the others teeth practically ripping at his lips with each brutal kiss only seemed to fuel the fire within him, making him crave each and every kiss and nip as if nothing else in the world even mattered. The music in the background only seemed to heighten his excitement, nails tearing at the others shirt, desperately trying to keep him as close as possible to the other each time Elijah tried to pull away; there was no way that he would be able to simply get up and walk away from this situation now.

The stares being given to them by the numerous people at the club seemed to be the last thing that got through to him, all that seemed to matter at the moment was the fact that there was an aching problem between his legs that desperately needed some kind of attention, and soon at that.

His head swam and his that part of him that had slipped behind the thick veil of a heavy drug begged him to remember just who this was that his hands and mouth were so feverishly working against, of course, that part lost out to the more exciting ones that were screaming about just how good all of this felt. For a brief moment of lucidity, he noticed the stares and the outright gawking looks they were getting, eyes suddenly transfixed on the supposed 'couple' against the bar, nearly humping each other while they violently kissed. But he wanted more than just to kiss and touch and pet. No, he needed more. "Somewhere else. Somewhere close, quick." He muttered. His house was too far, his car a few blocks off, and even that seemed way too far. At the very least, he knew when to get a room.

All the while, his hands kept up their near kneeding of the man's chest, pushing and pulling, like a cat would to make it's place of choice comfortable, that quickly dropping for full-fledged groping, grabbing at the other man's chest, touching him through the thin satin of his shirt. He pulled himself away, jacket dropped somewhere, shades cracked on the floor, tie tugged too tight around his neck. Suddenly, everything felt too tight. His hands couldn't keep off of the other, even now gliding down his arms, over his hips, up to his neck, across his jaw. It'd never felt so good just to touch someone, just to feel them against himself, and some part of it wasn't just the drug. He pressed himself back up against him, bringing them flush against each other, nearly grinding into him, leaning past him.

Elijah nearly dragged the bartender back over. "Nearest hotel." He demanded, getting about half an explanation before his hands hand found their way underneath the other's shirt, against bare skin and he simply couldn't take it any more, leaning down and rolling his hips against him. "Take me there. Now."

The last thing left on Bryant's mind seemed to be talking, a little too fixated on the feel and touch of the other at the moment. Sapphire eyes turning an even deeper shade of blue from the lust that seemed to consume him, nothing else in the world making more sense than the way it felt to simply be held like this again. Eyes widening even more when he took notice to the rather animalistic look in the other's eyes, hearing the demand being made before a soft smirk managed to cross over his lips; finally the fun was about to start. Fingers seemed to fumble with the cash in his pocket, finally managing to pick out the right amount of money to pay for his drink before slamming it onto the table, practically scrambling to get his attention back onto the situation at hand.

His mind seemed to fumble around with the directions that had been given by the bartender, until he finally managed to become lucid enough to remember that said hotel was only about a block or two away from the club. Walking had become a little difficult for him, seeing as all that either of the two wanted to do was cling to the other as if life itself depended on it, but after a few minutes of determination he had finally managed to lead the other through the front doors of the said hotel. The owner of the hotel could only stare at the two in slight disbelief as Bryant finally managed to find his voice, eyes becoming hooded with frustration due to all the interruptions. "We need...a room" Fingers had practically dug into the front desk, glaring down the woman as she reached behind her to grab a set of keys before setting them down on the counter in front of them; now all that was left as keeping their hands to themselves long enough to get to their rented room.

Eli hadn't been 'awake' enough to find the room, he'd simply slipped behind Bryant and made himself busy the entire walk there, touching and holding, arms wrapped around his shoulders, over his waist, against his stomach, fondling every inch of him by the time they got to the actual hotel. As they began to walk away, the woman started to speak up about payment and Elijah had to pause, mentally keeping his place where his mouth had been against the other man's neck, before tossing some piece of plastic or another onto the counter for her. He didn't care which one it was or how much the room was, it'd been hard enough not to throw Bryant down onto the counter top and rip off his clothes.

The walk to the elevators was hard enough, by the time they got there, Elijah didn't bother with pretense, nearly slamming the other into the side wall and clinging to him like a drowning man to his life preserver. All the while, the young man running the elevator closing his eyes and humming loudly in order to ignore the two men currently half humping behind him, face a brilliant red. "Fourth floor." Eli rasped out between a kiss before he was engulfed again in the utter need for the body pinned down in front of him. The small bench in the back of the elevator usually used for older people who needed to sit was put to a better use as Eli nearly tossed the other man down onto it, straddling his hips and grinding down onto him. "More..." He moaned, the door finally binging their arrival and the bellboy nearly shouting the floor number.

He didn't bother waiting until they got their feet, forcing the other man up with him and walking quickly to the room, digging the keys out of the other man's hand and tossing open the door. The room as large, elaborate, and almost a home were it not for the fact that it had about a hundred neighbors. Kitchen, living room, bathroom, and bedroom, fully furnished, complete with several televisions, a fridge, a microwave, and a stove. Apparently, when you worked by comission and someone didn't specify which room, the management just gave them a nice expensive one. But Eli didn't care, the only room that was important right now was the bedroom.

The ride up to the room had to have been one of the more interesting situations for Bryant in quite a while, not able to do much of anything other than grasp onto the other's shirt for dear life. The skin on his neck seemed to burn from the constant attention, throat becoming quite hoarse from the whines and whimpers that seemed to pour out of him with little effort. His mind barely able to decipher the dinging of the elevator, much less the obvious discomfort of the innocent young bellboy that just happened to have a front row seat to their lustful activities. His attention all too easily focused on the man currently doing anything that he could to his body, easily becoming frustrated due to the limit caused by his rather tight choice of attire. It would seem that they couldn't get up to the room fast enough, Bryant following eagerly behind the other as he was led into what seemed to be a rather large and expensive looking room. His eyes heavy with lust as he practically glared as Eli, knowing just what he was going through at the moment. A harsh glance was given back to the bellboy when he noticed that he hadn't left yet, holding out his hand as if expecting something in return. "Get the fuck out." With that uttered, one of his legs was lifted in order to slam the door to the room shut, finally they were alone.

His movements could be described as nothing short of animalistic, a harsh growl being heard as he practically tackled the other onto the rather lush and comfortable bed; lips roughly pressing to his own, teeth lightly skimming down the others neck in a teasing manner, it would seem that the fun had just begun.

And Eli was nowhere near satisfied, arching up against the other man, body on fire and mind already burnt to a cinder, living on nothing but the left overs as he at first struggled with one of the button's of the other man's shirt before growling low in his chest. "Hope, you don't like this shirt." He muttered, one hand suddenly at each side of it, one powerful yank all it took to send buttons skittering about the room, the fact that it was already open ignored completely ignored as he tried to rip it in a few other places to just get it off, failing miserably thought he did put up quite the struggle. He'd never begged for anything in his life, but at the moment, he wanted to beg and plead and cry if it would get him what he wanted, which just happened to be the man currently on top of him.

He pulled his legs up and lifted his hips, at the same time dragging the other man's down to grind them against each other. "Please, oh fuck, please..." He whimpered, trying not to cling as much as he was sure he was, one hand on the other's hip, and the other tangled in his hair, keeping his head where it was and his mouth working the way it was. It all just felt so very good. He just needed more, so much more, enough to consume him.

He couldn't help but notice the rather needy look currently playing against the other's facial features, eyes turning a darker shade of blue as he ground his hips back down onto his own with equal need. A part of his mind seemed to register that his shirt had been practically ripped into shreds, and it did happen to be one of his favorites; but right now, the fact that his favorite shirt was ruined seemed to take a backseat to the task at hand. A rather twisted little smirk managed to cross over his own lips as he heard the others whimpers of need, it was enough to make his body temperature rise to an even feverish level, if that was even remotely possible. Bryant was no idiot when it came to having sex with other men, it was a fairly well kept secret that he preferred the company of men to women. Fingers took to quickly removing what little was left of the royal blue shirt, tossing it across the room before turning his attention back onto the man beneath him, letting a few of his fingers trail over the others shirt, making quick work of it as he teared it as if it meant nothing, teeth becoming aquainted with the newly exposed flesh.

Something about this should have been completely and utterly wrong, but at the moment that thought seemed to have become dead and buried. His voice seemed to become deeped, eyes narrowing considerably as he let one of his hands wander to the belt of the others pants, slowly removing the material as he spoke. "Just what is it that you need...have to be a little more specific than that."

Eli, well, he'd never been much of one for sex, and when you had a huge multinational cooperation lingering on your ever move, the media sticking by your social life like rabid bunnies, you didn't just randomly pick up a screw on the way home. Not often at least. He'd had a few of the...higher priced escorts. A couple women, a few men, nothing special, most of the time, he didn't even bother really getting into it, it was just a physical act that he went through in order to alleviate tensions. But now, well, he'd never been quite so responsive, nor had he ever even so much as dreamed of letting someone else...top him. It sounded odd just thinking about it. But his mind didn't care, it was still working off the bits and peices it had left and right now, it just wanted, badly, any way it could get it, release. Sweet, perfect release. And soon.

But when the other thought he was coming by all of this easily, well, he had another thing coming. Eli pulled him up, face to face, warm breath against his lips, panting softly as his eyes forced his to his own. "I need you, your pretty little cock, inside me. Hard and fast and strong. Think you can manage that, big boy?" He asked, leaning up to lick at his ear as he tried to grind into him again, trying to seduce him into wanting it as bad as he did with his body though his words would have scared off the average man. "Pretty please?" He asked, voice husky and dripping his lust, the pupils of his eyes absolutely taking over as he tried to focus on the other man's face. He reached down to tug the other man's pants. "Please..." Again, this time an almost whimpering whine.

Of course, Bryant wasn't a fool when it came to topping in this kind of situation, but he also knew that if not properly prepared, that it would make it that much more painful for Eli in the long run. Sweat seemed to pool freely against his facial features as he removed the belt holding up the others pants, making quick work of the annoying garments before tossing them onto the floor beside them, now all that was left were his own. A harsh shudder was the only reaction he had to the others teasing ministrations on his ear, a little smirk managing to cross over his lips as he managed to kick his way out of his own pants, leaving them both completely bare to each other, just the way that they wanted it. His eyes practically narrowing themselves into little slits as one of his hands came down onto the other's ass, the slapping sound that was caused seemed to be the only noise that broke the current silence between the two, his tones heavy in tone with lust and an utter need for release. "Might want to find some kind of lubrication than, needy little slut, or it'll hurt like a bitch" He knew that if they both hadn't been quite so needy, that he probably would have gotten smacked for that comment, but for some reason it seemed to fit the current mood; this wasn't anything like making love for a couple, after all.

Were it anyone else, a slap would have been too light a punishment, Elijah would have full out decked the man in the face for something like that, but right now...it made him moan. He didn't even realise it was his own voice, but the second that hand smacked down on his ass, he moaned, loud and long. He scrambled onto his hands and knees crawling across the bed to the sidetable where the hotel kept all those lovely little amenities for the people staying there. Shampoo, conditioner, tiny soap, a lotion...ah, there it was, a tiny bottle of baby lotion! He grabbed it, flipped over, and thrust it into Bryant hand, nearly enough to knock the other man off the bed. Making his way back to the middle of the bed, he moved like a giant cat, all sinews and muscle, turning around so his ass faced the other man again. "Come on, baby, fuck me good..."

He didn't care about the pain, his whole life had been all about, for the most part, he derived a sort of twisted pleasure out of it. He'd never really realized it, but even that smack to his ass had probably done the same for him as a kiss would have done for a normal person. Shying down onto his elbows rather than his hands, he wiggled his bottom in the air a little more, just tempting the other man to try and hold out on him. No, he wanted it, hard and fast and soon. Most of all he wanted it soon, before whatever he'd taken wore off and he realized just where he was and who he was with, and how very good all of it felt.

A rather twisted little smirk managed to cross over his features once more when he heard the others rather pleasured moan when his hand had come in contact with skin, so it would seem he actually liked being spanked? That might be something that he would have to explore a little more later on, but right now, there was a much more pressing matter and it just so happened to be dangling between his thighs. Two of his fingers carefully lathered in the lotion that had been handed to him, positioning the digits at his entrance, taking only a few seconds to pause before practically slamming them all of the way in. His eyes were narrowed as he felt the tightness surrounding his fingers, scissoring them every now and than while pumping them in and out at an ever increasing speed, how much long he could wait, he wasn't exactly sure. "Mmm so tight" A soft hiss was heard as he carefully removed the fingers, positioning his erection at the tight ring of muscle, hips instinctively snapping forward until he was buried balls deep in the other, eyes crossing at the pleasure that seemed to come from such a tight squeeze on his oversensitized erection. A rather twisted chuckle passed through his lips as he pulled all the way out before slamming right back in, making sure to spank his ass with each deep and determined thrust, not sure if he would be able to last long.

He never would have thought he was that type of person. The last person who had so much as tapped him on the rear end had experienced exactly what he'd been taught those few years he'd slept in shelters and halfway houses. How to bring a grown man to his knees by breaking just about ever bone in his thumb. "holy shit..." He muttered under his breath as the fingers suddenly dug into him, clenching down in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his body so gone from his mind that he wasn't sure whether he wanted to push down on the fingers harder or to pull away. But as his body became all the more consumed by the sensations it was suddenly experiencing, he began to rock back against the scissoring fingers as though they were all that held him up from collapsing into a blob on the bed.

He chuckled as the other man hissed out his comment, clenching a little tighter, just for the fun of it, though the chuckle was quickly lost to a whimper when he felt those delicious digits abandon him so completely. Then, after what seemed like an eternity though it barely spanned the time of a few moments, he was suddenly speared through by the other man, that seemingly endless erection buried deep inside him in a way that made everything else feel like it'd never be enough again. He moaned, his arms going limp as he fell down onto the bed, hips going higher. His hands balled in the sheets as he moaned and groaned, demanding more with each whimper of pleasure.

He'd almost lost it when the other pulled out, eyes going wide and hands suddenly reaching back as though to pull him back in, but as he came crashing back inside of him, he actually did shout, some nonsense noise that his mind couldn't even comprehend. "Harder!" He demanded again. "Oh, god, yes, fuck me harder!" Back in him, he grabbed the other man's hips, arms moving with him each time he thrust, fingers clinging tightly enough to bruise Bryant's hips, all those years of working out and exercising showing as each muscle on his entire body seemed to try and pull the other man in.

Bryant's vocal chords seemed to become hoarse, the moans and groans that managed to make themselves heard sounded like nothing more than strangled noises of a dying man. His hands practically gripping onto the others hips for dear life, his hips slamming forward with each thrust, burying himself to the hilt within Eli, nothing else would ever feel like this again. The feel of the others muscles practically squeezing the life out of him was enough to make his euphoric high even more unbearable, he was sure that he wouldn't be able to keep this up for much longer. A light bulb seemed to go off in his mind as he carefully pulled the other onto his lap, so that he was fully sheathed on his length, lips crashing against his own before pulling back once again, tone low and seductive. "How about riding it like the slut you are? fuck yourself on it" His hands took to squeezing Eli's ass with a tight grip, bouncing him up and down on his length a few times before ceasing his movements, it was time for Eli to do a little bit of the work in this coupling, at least that's what Bryant thought.

If this had been just one of the random people that he hooked up with, he would have probably just rode it out until he had reached his own completion, but something about this made it seem right that both of them reached that euphoric high. The light bruising already making itself known against his fairly tanned skin only seemed to fuel his desire, practically glaring down the other with a look of pure and utter need for release.

Eli, for all forms and purposes, was just a little lost when all that happened. He hadn't been expecting the change in position, but he didn't mind in the slightest, kissing the other as much as he could before the man pulled away. But it was those words that brought an equally twisted smirk to his own lips. His first thought had been to stay still, to sit there and jack himself off while the other man suffered his own joke, but another idea, one just so much more absolutely lovely, came to mind instead. He grabbed Bryant by the hair and brought him crashing in for another kiss, this time not giving him the option of pulling away as his mouth invaded his, hand holding their heads together while the other tightened against his shoulder.

It was only when his own body began to shake with need for both breath and fullfillment that he pulled away, both hands going to Bryant's shoulders...and knocking the man onto his back against the bed. His hands moved quickly, from shoulders down arms and out to wrists, pinning them over the other man's head, just above the furthest out strands of hair. His legs folded out so he kneeled on either side of the other man, and for a few moments, it seemed he would simply stare the other man right back in the eyes. Then his hips started moving, ever so slowly, slowly up, then back down, gaining just the slightest bit of speed, hand tightening on those wrists and pressing them down into the bed.

"You don't wanna move, don't move." He ordered the other, pulling back, leaving his hands there above his head and fully expecting them to stay. He sat up the rest of the way, hands going to rest against the other's chest, bringing him up and down a little faster, then lower against the other's abs, and thrusting a little faster. It wasn't long before he was slamming himself down over and over again, face wild with abandon as his eyes kept locked on the man's beneath him, almost daring him to move and at the same time begging to be touched.

If the other thought that Bryant was just going to sit back and let him do everything, than he certainly had another thing coming. A rather twisted little smirk managed to cross over his facial features as he let his hands carefully run over the others sides, letting his nails dig into the skin, leaving light red marks in their wake. "Hmmm, sitting here doing nothing...doesn't sound like something I can do" His eyes seemed to narrow considerably as his hands took to gripping his hips, slamming himself up each time the other had him fully seated within himself, making it all the more pleasurable for both of them in the process. Teeth seemed to nip and drag against the skin of his neck, all the while whimpering and moaning as if he couldn't get enough of the contact, the burning sensation in his stomach only seemed to increase to a new high, he was sure that he wouldn't be able to last much longer at this pace. "Mmnn" The fact that he was currently screwing a man that had hated him for most of their lives didn't seem to matter, all that mattered at the moment was the current pleasure high that made his head swim in a constant form of arousal and overall ecstasy.

His arms wrapped around the other as he sat up, nails digging into his back, pulling him closer, almost crushing him against himself as though nothing was close enough. One hand wandered up into the other's hair, knotting in the thick locks and clenching him closer, holding him against his neck, against his flesh. "Yes..." He muttered, barely able to keep his breath coming steadily enough to string the words he wanted together. "Fuck, yes, fuck me..." He practically shouted, knowing that the nails on the other man's back were probably bad enough to draw blood, but not caring.

"Harder...harder...make me know you're goddamn alive..." He couldn't even hear himself anymore, the blood was rushing so hard and so fast it all sounded like white noise now. The hand in the other's hair almost yanked, subconciously careful not to actually pull, but tugging just the slightest bit, forcing the other's head back as he came crashing against his mouth again, tongue invading, lips bruising, licking and panting and sharing breath as he was forced to the absolute edge of ecstasy while riding the man beneath him. "Harder, more...please...more..." He was beginning to lose himself, leaning over that edge in his mind and of his body, teetering, just needed that last little push to send him down in to the depths of absolute pleasure, begging for it.

Bryant was beginning to lose whatever little self control remained within his body, nothing else seemed to register other than the fact that he was dangerously close to the abyss and he wanted nothing more than to be able to fall in head first. His hands seemed to tighten the grip they had on the others hips, using all of the pent up energy that he had left at his disposal to practically slam into him, the slap of skin and the grunts that came along with it seemed to overcome the silence of the room, neither of the two men needing much more to be sent over the edge into oblivion. His willpower was shifting into overdrive, more than determined to make sure that the other met his end before he did, there was no way that he would leave him unsatisfied. "Gnnh come on...cum for me" His eyes had become crossed in his effort to stave off his release, hips seemingly working overtime with each harsh thrust given to him. This was something that both of them needed, and he would be damnged if he let anything stand in the way of it.

The hands around Bryant's back knit themselves so tightly that nail were surely dug into skin, dragged as he was sure the other man was cut, but unable to stop himself. He couldn't seem to get enough, there still felt like there was so much distance in between them, so much keeping them so very far apart, and right now, all he wanted was to be completely and utterly in every facet of the word, together with this other man. He rocked himself over the other man until he was absolutely certain that by the next day, his rear and thighs would be bruised where they met Bryant's hips with each and every thrust, needing him still more, wanting him still closer.

He clung to him until he felt as though they were so close he couldn't breath without breathing in the scent and breath and taste of the other man, until he couldn't move without moving with him, until he simply couldn't exist beyond this extent. And then, it was finally enough. Enough to send him so explosively over the edge that it felt as though his entire body had simply combusted into flames, wracking him over and over again as he shot his seed between them, covering Bryant and his own belly, chest, and even neck. He could no longer tell if his noises were moans or shouts or outright screams, but all were flooded with absolute ecstasy as he reached completion, still moving, still working until he would feel the other man receive the same form of absolute pleasure.

"Cum with me, please, cum in me..." He almost begged, needing that feeling to be complete now, needing the person beneath him. "Bryant!

His eyes had become bombarded with little dots, a flash of white managing to cover his eyesight as he felt himself being roughly dragged over the edge by the feel of the others muscles practically squeezing the life out of him. Mouth hung open as drawn out moans and whines of pleasure managed to pry their way out, seed filling the other's entrance to the brim, while some of it managed to seep out in the process. His breath barely coming in and out in short pants, the aftershocks from his release completely taking over him, ever so slowly drifting down from his high. A couple of shallow thrust given to the man beneath him as he finished, a lazy lick given to the side of his neck as he carefully pulled him onto his stomach, cuddling him as close to his own body as physically possible; though somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that this feeling of completion wouldn't last, but determined to make it stay for as long as possible.