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Dennis wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, saliva shining where he'd been mouthing at Chris's navel and leaving love bites on his hip bones. "What about it?"

"The lower you go, the higher it gets. Seeing it up there and not being able to do anything is killing me."

Dennis laughs, low and rich, making Chris's hands flex on his skin.

"Okay baby, let me give you something special."

He rises up on his knees and Chris's hands slide down his sides, watching him like he’sstarving. Dennis turns around, moving up, up, higher until he's on his hands and feet, knees bent in the air. His face hovers just above Chris's cock while his ass sits right at Chris's eye level.

"No eating," Dennis warns. "I know how you get—we'll be here all night."

Chris sighs against Dennis's hole, rubbing his face between his cheeks, trying to get his tongue on Dennis's balls until Dennis rocks forward.

"Nuh uh. Tonight's about making you feel better and getting rest, okay? Can you be good for me?"

Dennis drops to his elbows and starts mouthing at Chris's cock, not quite sucking, just letting his tongue play with the slit. Precum beads instantly—it's been too long. His own cock drips onto Chris's chest, sliding down his abs.

"Okay," Chris's voice sounds hoarse. "I'll be good, princess. But you promise after all this is over—"

"I promise," Dennis smiles against Chris's crotch before taking him in.

He rolls his tongue as he sucks, groaning at how much he's missed this—Chris's scent, his taste, that delicate skin under his foreskin. The deeper Chris slides into his throat, the more Dennis rocks his hips, rubbing himself against Chris's face while Chris kneads his ass, pulling his cheeks apart.

"Just looking, just looking," Chris whispers into his hole before turning to bite the curve of his ass hard enough to make Dennis yelp. "Fuck, you're beautiful princess, all for me, only mine. Shit, I won't last another minute."

Dennis knows—he won't either. It should be embarrassing how fast they're racing to the edge when they usually spend hours drawing out each other's pleasure. But this has to be some kind of record.

"Can't hold back, baby," Chris pants, his cock swelling on Dennis's tongue, the head turning purple and shiny with desire.

Dennis spins off the bed, making Chris look like he's been shot. "Princess!" he exclaims, forehead creased, eyebrows so wrinkled that Dennis grins into the back of his hand.

"Here, quick." Dennis drops to his knees on the floor.

Chris pivots, bracketing Dennis with his knees.

Then Dennis takes him as deeply as he can, until his throat spasms, his eyes become watery, and his spit thickens. He gently squeezes Chris's balls with one hand while the other grips the base of his cock, trying to hold back Chris's release, but Chris writhes. "Baby, I can't—I'm—"

Dennis pulls off then looks up, mouth open, tongue out. Chris's fingers twist in his hair as he strokes himself against Dennis's face, cock slapping across his tongue and nose. "I love you I love you I love you," Chris chants, dazed, before spurting across Dennis's face—over his eye, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose.

Dennis laps up the cum dripping down Chris's thighs and shaft, then uses his fingers to wipe off the mess on his face, maintaining eye contact as he licks them clean.

"Fuck, princess," Chris breathes, eyes about to fall out of his head.

Dennis rises, pressing one knee into the mattress. The bed dips under his weight as he takes Chris's face in his hands, kissing him deep while Chris kneads his ass, fingers teasing his hole. Dennis rocks into the touch until Chris's circles turn purposeful—like he's about to prep him—and Dennis clicks his tongue.

"None of that tonight," he says, voice wrecked from deepthroating. "Or we'll never finish."

"Okay, okay." Chris steals more kisses as his hand wraps around Dennis's cock.

A few strokes is all it takes before Dennis is coming harder than he has in weeks, his arms looped around Chris's neck, holding him tightly against his chest. Chris's face buries into Dennis's skin, his breath hot and ragged as Dennis fights to keep his moans quiet, muffling them against Chris's hair.

When the tremors subside, Dennis takes Chris's cum-covered hand by the wrist, and eyes trained on Chris's, licks his own release clean. Chris's breathing turns ragged as Dennis crowds him back onto the bed, urging him to the center.

Dennis holds Chris’s chin still and squeezes his cheeks so his mouth opens. Then he transfers the cum from his mouth to Chris's before swooping down to kiss him properly, their tongues coiling together as they share the taste.

They collapse beside each other, spent. Chris's arm pulls Dennis close—almost too hot in the cool night but Dennis doesn't care. He peppers kisses along Chris's chest, nuzzles into his armpit, trails fingers through the dark line of hair below his navel until they're both half-asleep. Chris looks too blissed out to move.

"Tomorrow," Chris murmurs, eyes closing.

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