Page 36 of Stroke Rate

“Yes,” Chris mewled as River placed one finger on his rim and stroked. “More,” he said through tears, canting his hips as River played with his tight little hole.

“So impatient. Just shh,” River cooed. “Slow, just feel Chris.” River took his time, swirling around Chris' rim with two fingers, getting him used to the pressure of River pressing on his hole, before slipping one finger in. Chris gasped and moaned with River inside him.

Chris wiggled his ass harder onto River’s finger, panting into the skin of River’s neck. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Fuck. Chris, you’re so tight.”

“More,” he whined, a high pitch needy sound that River wanted to hear again and again. “Keep going,” Chris said, leaning in closer to take River’s lips in a kiss, as River crooked his finger and pushed.

“Ung. Ah, fuck.” Chris sounded like a feral animal as he rocked back on River’s finger, fucking himself in earnest.

River ran a palm up and down the knobs of Chris’ spine, “Look at you. So beautiful, so needy for it.”

“More, please, more.” Chris moaned as River pulled out, adding more lube and another finger.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you need,” River said as he caressed Chris' flank and kept his fingers right where they were as Chris rode his hand, setting the pace he needed. Chris appeared possessed as he pistoned his hips up and down, fucking himself with abandon. His skin glistened with sweat, hot and flushed. His cheeks were pink, his eyes glossy and far away. And that damned dimple was calling for River’s tongue to lick it, so he did. “I want to fill this with cum one day,” he whispered against the divot. “Can you take another?”

“Please,” Chris whined, shaking his head back and forth as River pushed in a third, and Chris moaned that feral animal noise again, his cock pulsing precum across River's stomach.

“Look at this pretty cock,” River said, taking Chris in his grip.

“God, fuck. Stop, I’ll come, and I want you in me first. Please.” A soft grunt left Chris’ lips as River released him and carefully withdrew his fingers from Chris’ hole.

River leaned up, placing a gentle kiss on Chris' mouth, his tongue poking out tracing the outline of Chris’ lips. “You ready?”

“Y-yeah,” Chris panted.

“Stroke your cock, baby,” River commanded as he adjusted Chris and lined himself up with Chris’ hole. He watched as Chris pulled at the balls at the end of his piercings, and thumbed at his slit, and River pushed the head of his cock through the first ring of muscle with an audible pop.

“Oh, Jesus fuck, Riv.”

“That's it, baby. I'm in; it's all you now. You set the pace.”

So Chris did. He placed the palms of his hands on River’s pecs, his dark blue gaze locked on River, as he slowly sank down on River’s cock.

Chris whined and shimmied his hips, slowly lowering himself. “God, Riv, I don’t know if I can.”

“You can, just slow,” River played with the first piercing on his ladder and felt Chris relax, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking with a loose fist, as Chris sank all the way down, ass sitting on River’s groin.

“Fuck you feel good, baby. You okay?” River asked, squeezing Chris’ hip, thrusting up a fraction.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking full, Riv.” Chris’ mouth fell open as River tentatively thrust up again. “More, please, more. I need,” he whimpered.

“What do you need, Chris?”

“Need you.”

“You want me to move?” River’s voice sounded wrecked to his own ears.

Chris hissed as River took his hips in a firm grip and thrust up, and Chris let go. "Please, please, please," he panted as he allowed River to set the pace, body pliant, allowing River to set the rhythm he wanted. River pulled Chris’ hips down as he thrust up, and their bodies danced, a give and take River had never felt before. River shifted and flipped their bodies so he was on top. Chris smiled up at him, so full of wild innocence, his eyes were finally clear—gone was the searching look. Gone were the tears. Instead, River found contentment and maybe a hint of happiness.

“Wrap your legs around me and stroke your cock, Chris.”

River set a relentless pace, needing to come or for Chris to come, or hell, for both of them to come together. He was so lost in the feel of Chris wrapped around him for the first time, and all the little ‘ah-ah-ahs’ he made. “Oh, fuck Chris, so good. You’re so good. You feel. Ahhh,” River panted as drops of sweat fell onto Chris' lips, watching as Chris licked them clean. River leaned in and sucked on his bottom lip, nipping and sucking and moaning against Chris’ mouth.

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” Was all Chris could say as rope after rope of cum shot all over his chest and chin. River licked it off his face before his hips stuttered and River’s release was filling Chris.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” River panted against his shoulder, before licking up the mess from Chris’ chest and chin. “Open,” River said, holding Chris’ jaw. He obeyed, eyes wide as River spat his own release onto his waiting tongue. River closed Chris’ mouth with a finger to his chin. “Swallow. Fuck, you're perfect,” River moaned as he lowered his whole body onto Chris, cocooning him in the safety of his arms. Kissing his dimple, his cheek, his temple, before whispering in his ear what a good boy he was. Chris wiggled and wrapped his arms around River’s middle, placing a kiss on his forearm and passed out.