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He knows he needs this stretch if he wants to take Chris's cock tonight.

Chris stays patient, whispering against his skin. "Imagine how good we'll feel when you're ready. Want to be in you so bad, sweetheart. You're doing this for us, for me. God, I'm so hard for you—only you. Can't even look at anyone else anymore." His fingers wiggle and twist, working deeper past his knuckles toward the web of his thumb.

When the sharp pain fades to a dull throb, Dennis knows it's time. "I'm ready," he pants, cock flushed and leaking against his stomach.

Chris's erection presses into his back, tempting Dennis to fall back on familiar territory—sucking Chris's cock, taking him down his throat like he's learned to do so well. But not tonight.

Chris withdraws his hand and guides Dennis onto the bed. He stares at how Dennis’s hole stays open, pink and eager for him.

The unfamiliarity of this new act—and what’s still to come—punches Dennis in the gut, a visceral shock that makes his chest feel hollow and his pulse erratic. He doesn’t know what to do with Chris’s ravenous acceptance of his body—so unexpected, so disarming—only that it melts through him, turning his insides to mush.

When Chris reaches for the bedside drawer, straddling Dennis’s hips, Dennis catches his wrist. Thumbs the inside of it.

"You know I'm clean," he says softly, reaching up to brush hair from Chris's forehead.

Chris swallows. Nods. "Me too, I just didn't know if you wanted—"

"Well," Dennis sighs, his hand finding Chris's stiff erection and stroking it lazily, casually, because it’s there. "Your tongue's been in my ass, then I kissed you, and we've swallowedsomuch of each other's cum, like honestly..." He trails off, smiling as he watches Chris's cockhead appear and disappear when he slips in and out of his foreskin.

"Such a romantic, princess," Chris groans, shaking his head—not from the dick stroking, though he still bucks into Dennis’s grip, unable to help himself. "Geez, you really know how to set the mood."

They share a laugh that breaks the tension before Dennis pulls Chris down by the chin, sucking his bottom lip. "Haven't been with anyone since you anyway."

"Haven't evenlookedat anyone else since you first stormed onto my site," Chris admits, grinding their foreheads together.

"But you look like such a skank," Dennis accuses, scrunching his nose.

"Thanks, princess." Chris chuckles, kissing the tip of his nose. "But you fried my brain that first night. Can't imagine anyone else under me now," he adds, voice going quiet.

The confession hangs between them. Dennis knows—this is the moment.

"Get the lube." He pats Chris's balls playfully while squeeze-squeezing his cock. "I want this in me, Chris. Less talk, more action."

Chris curses as his dick jolts in Dennis’s hand. Half-laughing, half-shaking his head, he lunges for the lube on the mattress.

He squeezes it onto his cock while Dennis slicks him up with both hands, enjoying the thickness, the warmth, those heavy balls filled with a whole day's worth of spunk saved just for him.

When Dennis taps Chris's thigh to signal he's ready, Chris settles between his legs. Dennis slides his hands beneath his knees, pulling them up and spreading them wide. His teeth worry his bottom lip.

Chris aligns himself, pulling his foreskin down to the base, cockhead pressing against Dennis’s entrance. He rubs it up and down the weakly clenching hole.

"Easy," Chris murmurs as he pushes in. The tapered head breaches first, drawing pleased sounds from Dennis. Then the whole crown pops in with a faint sucking noise, making Chris sigh as Dennis’s asshole squeezes around the strange, thick intrusion. Chris trembles with restraint as Dennis’s walls grip him, wet and tight.

Dennis lets out a long, low keen, eyes squeezed shut, neck supple and ivory, torqued to the side. One hand grips Chris's thigh while the other winds into the sheets by his head.

Chris's fingers might have loosened him up, but his cock stretches Dennis in ways fingers never could—uniform and complete, spreading him wide in every direction at once.

"Baby, if it hurts, we can stop—" Chris pants, overtaken by the hot, pink softness surrounding him.

"Don't you dare." Dennis locks powerful legs around Chris's waist. "Just... slow. Keep going."

Chris pushes deeper, disappearing into Dennis’s body, stealing his breath.

Even after weeks of prep, Chris's size makes him gasp. But the head went in smooth and feels incredible—now he just needs to adjust to the rest.

"Good, good," he pants, bringing both arms up around Chris's neck. He needs him closer in this moment of surrender, giving himself completely as he receives Chris. "Feels so good."

"Barely started, princess." Chris's voice strains. "Hold onto me."

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