Love Syndrome - Rewritten

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Brick's P.O.V.

I can hear my heart thumping in my ears as I mischievously grin at him. He notices my stare and turns to face me.

"What?" He asks softly with a light chuckle. 

I quickly move so that I'm sitting on his lap, my legs on either side of him as I grip his shoulders. 

"Um, nothing." I say in a fake nonchalant tone. He just laughs lightly as his hands move to gently hold my waist. 

"Oh really? This is nothing?" He asks, with a hot ass smirk. 

I shrug in response and cup his face in my hands. I lean in close and whisper, with my lips just inches from his. "Can I kiss you?" 

"Of course, love." 

Fuck, of course he says it now.

I can't help but kiss him and he kisses me back. His hands wrap around further as he pulls me closer to him just as my own wrap around his neck. He bites my lip, asking for me to open my mouth and I do as he pleases. 

I don't even realise when we started grinding on each other until I felt something underneath me, his body rocking slowly against mine as we kissed.

I slowly pull away as I smirk at his slightly flushed face. 

All the other times we did it, I was always so focused on how I was feeling, because I had never felt like that before, but now that I get to see how much I affect him...god it just turns me on more. 

I was about to ask if he wanted to go to the bedroom but before I could, he stands up, holding me beneath my thighs so I don't fall, and quickly changes our position so he is towering over me as I lay on the couch. 

"You want to do it here?" I ask, surprised.

"What, you've never done it on a couch before?" He smirks down at me, a glint in his eyes.

"Of course I have!" I blush. He knows how much experience I have (as a top) so how dare he ask that. 

"I-its just that...we are both pretty big guys, ya know." Dammit! Why am I getting embarrassed, I started this!

Realisation shines on his face and he replies, "Oh, that actually makes sense. We should probably go to the bed...I don't want to break your couch on my first visit to your place." He says with a cheeky grin. 

I roll my eyes at him as I move to sit up, pushing him back with one hand. 

But before I can do much more than that, he gently pushes me back onto the couch. 

"Hold on to me." He says with a smirk. 

"I'm pretty heavy you know." I reply, believing that the only reason he could lift me earlier was because of adrenaline. 

He leans down and whispers into my ear, "I'm pretty strong you know." Then he holds my hands delicately and places them on his shoulder. "Hold on tight and wrap your legs around me." 

Why does he keep whispering in my ear! I think angrily as I shiver. 

I glare in an attempt to hide my raging blush. I can feel even my ears heating up. 

I awkwardly do as he asks, my legs now somewhat loosely around his waist and arms around his neck. He slowly sits up with ease and holds my ass. 

I jolt in surprise as he squeezes. "What are you doing!" I ask, so beyond embarrassed. None of my past lovers ever did stuff like this, so it's all a bit new to me. 

He just chuckles lightly, a type of emotion in his eyes that is usually rare to find, adoration. 

"I know you like it, so don't even think about lying." He jokes, as he stands up and easily carries me to our bed. 

Instead of laying me down like I thought he would, he sits me upright at the edge of the bed and kneels below me. 

I look at him genuinely confused. 

He simply smirks at me as he rests his large hands on my upper thighs. 

I gulp as I await his next move. 

He leans in close to my crotch but stops just far enough away that I can feel his breath on me. 

I bite my lip hard, trying not to show how shaky and aroused I'm feeling. 

He laughs lightly, finding my embarrassment amusing as he softly whispers, "Can I?" 

I nod, unsure if I can get a proper word out without my voice squeaking. 

He smiles lovingly up at me before undoing my pants and sliding them off me. 

I can't stop my soft moans as he begins to do things that I haven't experiences in ages. 

I was so close to release, my hands fisting in his hair as he tightly gripped my thighs, his head bobbing, when he suddenly stops. 

I whine in response and then immediately cover my mouth. This is so embarrassing, whyyy!

"You can't be the only one feeling good." He looks pleased that I liked his work. 

Slowly, he stands and gently pushes me back onto the bed. He cages me in, his arms on either side of my head, his knees either sides of my hips. 

"I've never done that for anyone before." He says quietly. 

I look at him with raised brows, "How are you so good at it then?"

He just shrugs. 

I think about what this means for us and our relationship, however, before I can say anything else, I feel my body twitch. 

"Hurry." I whisper, craving more. 

"Me too...I need it too." He says, becoming more flushed as well, as he takes my hand and presses it against his chest. 

I feel his heart's rapid beating and can't help but smile up at him. 

My hands go to his shirt with a mind of their own, quickly stripping him as he takes off the rest of my clothes. 

We make out as our hands do their jobs, our need increasing with every second. 

Why won't he do more? I complain mentally. Although I enjoy this, I want more. I need more. 

Just as I was about to ask, he leans back slightly, breaking the kiss. 

He stares into my eyes, his right hand gently holding my face as his left brushes my hair back, our naked bodies pressed up against each other. 

"I...love you, Brick." He whispers softly. His tone the most genuine and sincere I've ever heard. 

I look at him, surprised, my heart pounding in my ears.

"I love you too."