Brian could take every bit of him without flinching, all the way down; Brian shivered a little and stirred against him and made another lovely pleased sound when Stephen stroked his hair, playing with blond curls. Brian liked to be touched, he discovered; he liked touching Brian as well.
And Brian knew how to make him feel incredible. Desirable. The opposite of unsexy. Someone Brian had genuinely truly wanted to get on both knees for, taking Stephen’s cock down his throat; those sensations built and pooled and tugged at his heartbeat, heady and golden and demanding.
But this wasn’t merely that. This was his own hand in Brian’s hair, his touches and caresses and thrusts, making Brian moan and surrender and shift hips pleadingly against Stephen’s leg. This was himself making Brian happy as well, he understood; and that understanding snagged his next breath and stole it away, like the shooting star returning, like a lifeline flung out that’d unexpectedly caught the sun.