Getting It In The End

After the sting of deception fades, Justin Wells pulls him close, their bodies aligning like long-lost lovers. Eyes locked, they move with deliberate slowness, hands tracing familiar paths over heated skin. Justin's fingers glide down his back, pressing him nearer, while lips meet in a deep, lingering kiss that tastes of forgiveness and fire. They shed clothes unhurriedly, each garment a whisper against the floor. He enters him gently, a smooth thrust that draws out shared sighs, their rhythms syncing in a dance of tender possession. Hips rock in languid waves, building pleasure like a rising tide—Justin murmurs endearments against his neck, nipping softly as they chase ecstasy together, bodies entwined in the quiet intimacy of true affection.