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“Would you like me to write it down?” Joq asked, smirking.
“What?”
“An invitation to fuck me?”
Chris smiled, but he saw for the first time something fragile behind the snark. He pushed so the tip was inside. It was so tight that he groaned as Joq arched his back to sink down further. Chris thrust shallowly, opening him up. He hooked Joq’s thigh under his arm to give himself more room as he forced himself all the way in with a jagged breath.
It was rough from the first thrust. Joq was clearly struggling to take him and yet he urged Chris on with a hand clenching on Chris’ ass painfully.
Chris cracked a smile as he pulled out and then slammed in again.
Joq gasped, arched his back and pushed down for more.
Chris slid his dick out all the way before sliding back in to the hilt. He leaned down and kissed Joq, a messy crash of panting mouths as he fucked him, Joq’s breaths punching out of him against Chris’ lips.
Chris let his legs go so he could settle in deep, his arms coming to rest on either side of Joq’s head so he could fuck him deep and close, kiss him properly. Joq gripped his ass, squeezed to urge him on. The sound of Chris’ groin slapping against his ass turned into a tighter, wetter sound, mixed with the sounds of their kissing, their groaning.
He felt himself rapidly approaching the edge—his lower abdomen tingled, the tight, wet heat around his dick too good. He pulled back, sat up, slid his hands down to grip Joq’s hips and yank him back into his thrusts.
Chris pulled out and slid the condom off, got a hand around himself and stroked his dick.
“Oh, fuck,” he started to come, watched the ropes of white shoot over Joq’s hard dick, his abs. He knee-walked forward and aimed higher, shooting over Joq’s chest, hitting his throat, the side of his mouth.
Joq laughed breathlessly under him.
“Kinky,” Joq said.
“Sorry,” Chris smiled breathlessly as he reached down to take Joq in hand. He jerked him off and watched his face. Joq watched him back. The feel of his dick was hot in Chris’ palm and as he breathed roughly, licked his lips, caught some of Chris’ come with his tongue, Chris realised he liked it.
Joq arched as he started to come.
“Yeah, fuck, feel good?” Chris asked.
Joq’s eyes were closed and he didn’t answer as he finished.
Chris let him go and fell forward, hands on either side of Joq’s head as he caged him in and watched him come down.
Joq opened his eyes. Chris grinned at him.
“Don’t ask if it was good,” Joq slurred.
Chris chuckled. “Okay.”
He reached down and started to rub his come into Joq’s skin.
Joq’s torso vibrated under his hand as he laughed softly.
Chris watched the path his fingers made through their come and waited to feel turned off, to feel like he wanted to get out now.
He didn’t feel it. He leaned down and kissed Joq.
Joq made a surprised sound into his mouth. Chris liked that. He let his body settle on top of him and kissed him slowly.
Shit, but if they stayed the night, he could definitely go again—he liked the feel of Joq’s skin, liked his smell, loved the feel of his tongue sliding against his own. He was relishing in it, chasing it, amazed by it—
Joq broke the kiss. “Up,” he said and pushed at Chris’ shoulder gently.
Chris pulled back. Joq patted him on the ass and slid out from under him.
