Page 105 of Under Construction

"Baby?" Chris rubs his nose against Dennis’s temple, along his cheekbone, presses their foreheads together until Dennis’s eyes close and a shaky breath escapes. "Let me show you how good it can be?"

Dennis looks up at Chris, but his eyes skitter away again almost instantly. He gives a tiny nod, still nibbling his bottom lip.

Chris's next kiss promises safety. Then he eases back, lifting the hem of Dennis’s shirt with careful fingers.

They’ve seen each other naked plenty of times, yet each new inch of exposed skin makes his lips part, like he's unwrapping something precious. The fabric in his hands trembles as his eyes drink in every detail. His pants tent against his obvious arousal—Dennis’s body laid out just for him, only for him.

He rucks the shirt higher, bunching it at Dennis’s chest before leaning down for another kiss. His weight presses Dennis into the couch cushions.

His mouth follows a path down Dennis’s chest, lips dragging across flushed skin. He takes his time with each nipple, suckling and nipping, teasing and flicking while Dennis struggles to lie still. His palms slide over Dennis’s ribs, around his waist, relishing every curve and plane.

At Dennis’s navel, Chris’s tongue licks into the hollow—round and around—until Dennis squirms, breath quickening as his fingers lace into Chris's hair. When Dennis is vibrating uncontrollably under Chris’s tongue, Chris arranges his legs wider—one perched on the backrest, the other bent and spread.

Dennis tries to relax into the sensations. Everything feels incredible, but shyness from what’s to come makes him hesitate, makes him want to hide.

When Chris nuzzles into the groove of his pelvis, Dennis tips his head back, digging the crown of his head into the cushion, fighting to contain lusty sounds even as his cock hardens fully against his stomach, nudging Chris's cheek.

Chris breathes his way down one side of Dennis’s inner thigh, leaving light marks, claiming territory until Dennis’s tongue slips out to wet his lips. He turns his head to the side, gripping the cushion as tremors run through him. Chris strokes his belly in steady circles, calming him back down, before slidinghis arm up the center of Dennis’s body until his fingers brush Dennis’s lips.

Dennis turns into the touch gratefully, welcoming two of Chris’s fingers into his mouth. The gentle suction instantly settles something in him.

"Relax," Chris murmurs against his balls, pressing his face deeper into the warmth.

Dennis nods, swallowing hard around Chris's fingers.

Then Chris is moving up, dragging his nose from Dennis’s balls to the tip of his penis, inhaling him in deeply beneath the head, before pressing a kiss to that pink, precious twist—a promise to return.

His tongue traces the seam of Dennis’s sac, then follows the raised ridge down his taint in lazy zigzags where goosebumps rise in the wake of each touch.

When Chris's mouth reaches his entrance, it’s another first time for the both of them, experienced together as one.

Chris sighs, finally allowed to press tender kisses there like he would against Dennis’s lips.

A gasp tears from Dennis’s throat—the same mouth that smiles at him, laughs with him, kisses him goodnight, now explores this most private place. The most shameful part of his body. His rim flutters and clenches, responding to each touch with a need that startles him. Dennis does all he can to quiet his body down. Stop it from acting so eager, but to no avail.

Chris's mouth opens wider, closing around the rim completely. His tongue joins in, circling and teasing like he's French kissing Dennis’s anus. He licks and tastes until Dennisarches up, fingers clutching the threadbare couch, whimpering as Chris's tongue flicks into the thin, wrinkled skin.

"Chris," Dennis moans, his head spinning so hard the room tilts. "Chris!" His back lifts clean off the couch with a sharp "Ahh!" as Chris's tongue pushes inside, widening and flexing, probing left and right, up and down. Chris's tongue presses against his walls that clench in surprise, invading him in the most carnal of ways, taking him slow and deep.

His whole body buzzes with the newness. Chris's tongue is nothing like his fingers—not firm or rough with jagged knuckles. No precise or targeted pressure. Instead it's hot and wet and silky-soft, rolling and swirling, undulating within, while his lips seal tight around Dennis’s rim.

Drool leaks around his anal opening, making everything messy and sloppy. Wet, squelchy sounds mix with Chris's steamy sighs as Dennis writhes, fighting an orgasm with every sweep and prod of Chris's tongue.

Dennis is falling too deep into pleasure. White noise fills his ears as prickly sparks race up his back and neck. He shakes his head, trying to hold back. Not like this—he needs, needs,needs—

"Chris," Dennis cries, thighs trembling. "Chris stop, please."

But Chris only grips his inner thighs harder, spreading him wider. His fingers dig in until the skin stings, holding Dennis open while he devours him like nothing else exists. Chris loses himself between Dennis’s legs until Dennis chokes back a sob.

"Chris no more, stopstop—" The words catch in his throat. Tears prick at his eyes as pleasure radiates from his core, blazing through every nerve ending.

Chris is up in an instant, cradling Dennis’s face, fingers sliding into his hair.

"Baby," Chris murmurs, studying his expression.

Dennis sees the worry in Chris's eyes, but he can't speak. His face burns scarlet, chest rising and falling so fast he wonders if this is what drowning feels like.

"Does it feel good?" Chris's voice drops low, gentle. Even now, when Dennis wants to be here for him, Chris puts Dennis’s needs first.

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