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He pushes deeper and Dennis’s eyes fly wide as the true girth stretches him. A high, broken sound escapes as Chris reaches places never touched, the stretch flaring deep into his core.

"Shh, shh, shh," Chris soothes, worry creeping into his voice. "We can stop—"

Dennis’s face pinches in pain even as he shakes his head in frustration. "Chris, I want this." His fingertips dig into Chris's back, holding him in place. "Want you, baby. Need you, please."

"Shit, princess." Chris kisses Dennis hard. "Keep calling me that and you can have anything you want." He rocks his hips with focused care, breaking off the kisses only to watch Dennis’s face as he inches forward, bit by bit. When he’s further in, they both freeze.

"Fuck," Dennis shudders, voice cracking. "That's... so deep..." His chest rises and falls rapidly. "How much more?"

Chris sucks in a breath through clenched teeth. Pushes himself up and looks down. "About half."

"Ahh—shit." Dennis turns away, eyes squeezed shut, fingers twisting frantically in Chris's hair like they're searching for an anchor but can only grasp and pull. "Why the fuck is your dick so damn big??"

"Sorry, princess," Chris says, and he really does sound it. Swiping cold sweat from Dennis’s brow, he adds, "Just hold on for me, yeah?"

He peppers Dennis’s face with kisses, tongue smoothing out the crease between his eyebrows. As he pushes deeper, Dennis yanks Chris's head closer, needy for his mouth. When Dennis breaks away with a pained moan, Chris stills. "Baby, is it too much?"

"I don't know," Dennis pants, distraught yet needing more. "I don't know, just p—please don't stop."

"I won't, I won't," Chris hushes Dennis against his skin. "Will you trust me?"

When Dennis nods, still trembling from the alien fullness—a penetration simply too wide to fully take in—Chris withdraws slowly.

Dennis lets out a frustrated sound at the loss, caught between relief and emptiness.

Tears gather at the corners of his eyes, and he feels pathetic—crying because he can't take Chris's dick? A new low, even for him. But he wants so badly to give this to Chris after all his patient preparation. To show Chris how much he means tohim. To give him something no one else has ever had—or couldeverhave.

To be each other’sfirst.

"God, you still think so loudly." Chris's voice carries affection and wonder as he kisses down Dennis’s stomach to his pelvis. "We'll get there, I promise. Let me make you feel good first, princess, help you relax."

Dennis sighs as Chris’s familiar hot mouth engulfs his cock, taking him to the root, enveloped in that warmth he’s come to crave. Two fingers slide home, coaxing give into his walls, the way his body has learned to love. They press upward, seeking that firm, ridged surface toward his belly that makes his whole self seize with pleasure.

Even through his disappointment, rapture builds fast—coiling tight then flooding through him in waves until he's convulsing, eyes rolling back. His climax crashes through him like an avalanche, obliterating his senses as his muscles contract so hard he can't breathe.

The sensation ripples outward from his core, each wave more intense than the last until he's floating, untethered from everything except the euphoria consuming him.

When his focus returns, Chris is already lifting his hips, hiking his knees up until they’re by his head and touching the bed.

Dennis is too boneless to question it, his head rolling left, then right, through heavy lids as he watches. His flexibility lets Chris arrange him like a rag doll, pliant and easy in his hands. Dennis feels like he’s being manhandled through clouds, drifting in post-orgasmic bliss.

Then Chris inserts two fingers of each hand into his hole, spreading him open on either side—the stretch effortless now from his earlier attempts—and spits Dennis’s cum directly into him.

"Chris what are you—oh my god!"

Chris rises to his knees, slaps his dick—once, twice, three times—onto Dennis’s hole, then presses in again.

This time it's divine—Dennis gasps, eyes wide, heart pounding as Chris sinks deeper and deeper.

"That's it, princess, let yourself feel it. You're doing so well, taking all of me," Chris says through gritted teeth, his voice strained as Dennis’s body, relaxed but still tight, resists just enough to make every inch a struggle.

Chris maintains his careful pace but keeps testing the depth, pressing through Dennis’s inner muscles whenever his passage softens just enough to welcome him.

Tiny gasps escape Dennis’s throat as Chris moves above him. He's never felt anything like this—being so stuffed, so connected. The way Chris watches him like he's something treasured makes him want to arch his body, offering himself up just right to look pretty for him.

The fullness is so much, yet somehow not enough. He’s greedy now, knowing Chris still has more to give.

"More, baby," Dennis urges, hands grabbing for Chris, wanting him closer. "Let me feel your cock, give me all of you, baby."

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