Love Syndrome - Rewritten

Chapter 11: Desire Drives the Heart

Third Person P.O.V

Day deepens the kiss, pulling Brick even closer to his body. 

The intensity of his emotions overwhelms Brick and he lets out a soft moan as they continue to kiss. The second Brick parts his lips, Day gains access to Brick's mouth. 

As they passionately kiss, Day's hand slides down Brick's face to the back of his neck and then slowly and teasingly down his chest, stopping at his waist, then bringing his hand back to Brick's neck. 

Day begins walking Brick backwards, and he complies, leading them to the bedroom door, but not once breaking the kiss. 

When they reach the door, Day gently pushes Brick against it, giving them both a chance to catch their breath before he spins both of them around, opening the door, and grabbing Brick's face, brining his lips to his own again. 

Once inside the room, and feeling a little more confident that Brick was one hundred percent just as into this as he was, he pushes Brick onto the bed, and as he lands on his back, Day joins him on the bed, moving towards Brick on his knees. 

Fuck, that's so hot! Brick thinks, as Day hovers over him with both his knees on either side of Brick's legs. He was still honestly very surprised with himself for not being as scared as he should be of the fine specimen in front of him. 

Day pushes Brick's shoulders down onto the bed as he leans over the slim body. While his right hand reaches down to stroke Brick's face and his soft lips, his left hand opens the bedside table's top drawer, looking for something. Noticing the movement, Brick turns his head to look and sees Day take out a tube of lube and a hand full of condoms. 

Shocked by the amount Day sets on top of the table, his eyes widen as he gulps, his whole face now a light shade of red. 

Chuckling softly at Brick's reaction, Day draws his attention back to himself by grabbing both sides of Brick's face, his hands so big in comparison that half of Brick's face disappears. 

Ahhh! What do I do with him? ...He's too cute, it's bad for my heart. But I'll have to keep it vanilla for now. Day thinks to himself, as he considers the fact that Brick probably has never been topped before, which is very shocking to him, considering how easily he gets shy, not that that means much, but his entire personality screams cuteness to Day and he has no idea how no one has seen Brick like this before. 

But the thought of him being the only one that has seen Brick underneath him makes him indescribably happy. 

Wait, why does that make me happy? 

Whatever, it doesn't matter. 

Day forces himself to focus on Brick who is becoming impatient, rubbing his face against Day's hand as his discomfort in his lower regions increases. 

Brick's hands instinctively press against Day's chest, his brain telling him to at least try to top Day, but he can't find the strength within himself to push the man away. 

Day realizes what Brick's actions probably mean and he smirks before grabbing both his wrists and pinning them above his head. 

Brick's eyes widen from surprise but...he doesn't hate it. He almost admits to himself that the position turned him on even more - emphasis on almost. 

Day quickly closes the gap between their mouths and kisses Brick again, somehow even more intensely than before. His other hand slides down Brick's torso, slips under his shirt, and slowly lifts it up to the top of his chest. The same hand then begins tracing and relishing in the feeling of Brick's lean body and the shape and feeling of every area underneath his calloused palms. 

When he's done memorizing the feeling of Brick's skin, his hand wraps around Brick's waist pulling him flush against his own body. He begins grinding, to which Brick joins in. As their bodies move with each other, Brick moans softly. His body wants release - now! And so does Day's...but not just yet. 

Day smiles while he continues to kiss Brick, the hand that was holding his wrists now going to the back of his head to pull back his head and give him access to Brick's neck. He traces kisses, now gentle, along Brick's neck down to the bottom of his stomach, and then back up again to his neck. 

It looks so appealing to Day that he subconsciously bites down, softly, but still hard enough that he knows it will leave a mark. The gasping moan that escapes Brick tells him to keep going and he gently pulls Brick up, just enough to take his shirt off of him. 

While Day does this, Brick also pulls Day's shirt up for him, and then his arms immediately wrap around Day's neck, pulling him once again back to his lips. 

Day, a little shocked, but mostly happily surprised, from Brick's sudden boldness, grabs the lube and stops just for a second, pulling away and asking Brick, "Are you still okay? Do you want to keep going?" 

Confused by why they had to stop, Brick subconsciously pouts at Day, trying to show him there was no need to stop, but realizes Day won't continue unless he answers. 

"God! Yes, just hurry up and do it!" Brick whisper-yells, struggling to be angry as his body is craving release. 

"Good...but just letting you know, I never rush. I like to savor every feeling and taste." Day says with a lustful look in his eyes, happy with Brick's somehow even redder face. 

[Time skip]

Brick wakes up to the feeling of strong arms wrapped around his waist and a face buried in his chest, hair ticking him slightly as Day shuffles in his sleep. Brick realizes his own arms are comfortably around Day's shoulders, holding him close. 

Yesterday had been amazing, for both of them; he could tell Day enjoyed it by how loudly he had been moaning; seriously, the man has no shame - and yes, it was the morning of the next day. They had forgotten all about lunch and dinner and Brick had lost count of the number of times they did it, as he stopped counting after 5. 

Brick reckons they didn't stop until a few hours after the sun had set but they had probably fallen asleep before 12 or 11pm. Still, almost 8 hours of sex was no joke. 

His body felt drained and Brick didn't care how hungry he was, he thought that if he tried to move, he would die from pain. 

He was actually surprised by how much it had hurt at first, despite Day taking all the steps to prepare him, but after some time, the pain dissipated and the feeling afterwards was indescribable. 

Smiling softly at Day who seemed so gentle now, Brick runs a hand through Day's incredibly soft hair. He pets the sleeping person, and he hopes that this isn't just a one night thing.