[There's a change in the air and Chris can't tell what it is, but it feels like Caleb's energy and his fingers tighten in the curve of ass beneath them.
Caleb's fingers in his hair and the movement of his hips that have him fucking Chris' mouth in earnest is perfect. Too perfect for him to remember himself and his goal as baser instinct rises up. He's hard and hot and all thought but the awareness of when he'd next need to breathe flies from him.
He'd been trying to be good, but the next time Caleb thrusts in, the subtle scrape of teeth returns and Chris sucks hard even as he next draws out, as though he can't bare to have Caleb pull back. He almost can't.
His mind tumbles with feeling, an intense, warm, static and the singular desire to have Caleb spill across his tongue, down his throat, on his face...anywhere and everywhere he wanted. Chris just wanted Caleb.]
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Caleb's fingers in his hair and the movement of his hips that have him fucking Chris' mouth in earnest is perfect. Too perfect for him to remember himself and his goal as baser instinct rises up. He's hard and hot and all thought but the awareness of when he'd next need to breathe flies from him.
He'd been trying to be good, but the next time Caleb thrusts in, the subtle scrape of teeth returns and Chris sucks hard even as he next draws out, as though he can't bare to have Caleb pull back. He almost can't.
His mind tumbles with feeling, an intense, warm, static and the singular desire to have Caleb spill across his tongue, down his throat, on his face...anywhere and everywhere he wanted. Chris just wanted Caleb.]