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[Lust ~ an inordinate craving for pleasures of the body]

Brian.

He's my lover, my light, my reason for living.

I love him.

Three simple words with a meaning larger than a persons existence. I love him, and he loves me.

He says so, every time I thrust into him, every time our eyes meet, every time we get some time to ourselves.

His blue eyes shine in the dimly lit room. His face is covered with sweat, his hands are trembling, and his eyes shine, like two blue beacons lighting up my world, broadcasting their love and want for everyone to see.

He loves me, and I can see it in his eyes.

Everything a man can want is in those eyes.

The love he feels for me.

The need he has to have me inside him.

The pleasure I give him.

It is all there.

He needs me, he wants me, and he craves me.

I am the world to him, as he is to me.

He lives for each time we make love, for each time I thrust slowly inside him, making him scream and moan, making him feel pleasures beyond anything he's ever felt before.

I can give him all this. I can give him heaven, and he needs that so badly.

He needs me, because I can do this to him.

He wants me, because I can make him feel better than any other man.

If that is because he loves me, I am sertain, but I also know I am good. He tells me that all the time, and I can see in his eyes that he's never had it better.

That is after all the reason he begs me to do him, begs me to make him come, begs me to make him feel that way again.

His place.

We stay there most of the time, which is fine by me.

I'm going there right now.

I need my boy, and I know he needs me too.

He kisses me as soon as I enter the door, his eyes shining as they always do.

I remove his clothing slowly, kissing his nipples, savouring the taste. I need to remember my boy, for as long as that is possible.

I need to have him one last time.

When all his clothes are removed, and mine as well, we fall down on the bed, me on top.

His mouth is all over my chest, and I can only stare at him, letting him do whatever he wants with me.

I need him to make me feel good, this last time.

I kiss his lips again, battling with his tongue in his mouth, and then in mine.

I kiss my way down his chest, again spending time with his nipples, before I move even lower.

I reach his pride, and the one thing which I love more than his nipples.

His erection is as it always is, hard and beautiful, with a pre-cum covered head.

I lean down and lick it off, sucking softly on the head for a little while, before I move down even more, reaching his balls, and then his hole.

I take my time preparing him, spedning a lot of time with each finger, making this last for close to eternity.

Then he is ready, and after I finish preparing both my cock and his hole with lube, I enter him slowly.

He utters a small cry in pain. It hurts. We've done this many times, but it still hurts a little every time I enter him.

He doesn't care though.

He needs me to be inside him, no matter the cost.

When I am buried deep inside him I wait a while, to let him adjust to having me inside him.

Then he is ready, and I start to move, slowly, in and out, in and out.

One of my hands move down to work his cock at the same time, and I lean down to kiss him.

I stare into his blue eyes, and see all his emotions there. The love he has for me, the way he needs me, and how much he wants me.

He always wants me.

Always.

I stare into those eyes, aware that it is the last time I do so.

I start to move faster, working him faster as well.

We move together as one, panting and moaning each others names.

Then we come. Me first, and then him.

He kisses me then, and I have to kiss him back.

I try to avoid his eyes now, because I know what I will find there, and it only reminds me of what I have to do.

I look at him. I look at my boy.

His eyes have it in them, and I have to look at them now, have to whisper that I love him. I need him to know that before it all ends.

I move off him, and stare out the window.

I put my clothes back on, and turn to look at him.

I can see that he wants me again.

I can see it clearly now, the thing I have tried to ignore for so long.

It burnes in his eyes, touches his soul and tries to consume him.

Lust.

I can see it there, and I know it is wrong, even though it feels so good.

"Get me something to drink?" I ask, and he smiles at me, moving into the kitchen to do so.

I look around in his room.

Where is the best place for me to do this?

To end it fast and spare him all the suffering.

The balcony.

It is perfect.

I walk out on it, and stand there, waiting.

I don't want my boy to feel any pain, none at all.

I want this to be over so quickly, that he doesn't understand what happened at all.

It is the best way really.

It is there, inside his head. I can see it burning in his eyes every time he looks at me.

The lust is eating him up, taking over his soul. I cannot let that happen.

I look over the railing to the ground, seven floors down.

It is a long fall, but it could have been longer.

Death will come on impact though.

I can hear him coming now, and it is time.

I cannot stare into his eyes again though, cannot see the evil there, the evil that is mirrored in my own.

"Forgive me Brian" I whisper, as I fall.

My body hit the pavement hard, and life was gone so fast.

The blood from my head mixes with my blonde locks, as my world turns into darkness.

And darkness is all that there is.

 

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