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So Dennis...

Well.

Dennis stops thinking altogether.

12Candlelight

The mattress is clean.

The sheets are soft and cool against overheated skin.

And Chris...

Chris takes his time.

"Thought you were going to wreck me," Dennis gasps as Chris's mouth trails down his chest. The scrape of teeth followed by soft lips makes his stomach muscles tense.

"I am." Chris's hands pin Dennis’s wrists above his head. His skin smells like sawdust and something expensive—a cologne that probably cost more than this entire apartment. "But properly."

He proves it with lips and teeth and tongue, tracing over every ridge and hollow of Dennis’s skin. Sucking over his collarbone, lapping at the dark rose of a nipple—lingering until Dennis is trembling, the sheets twisted tight in his fingers over his head, breaths coming short and sharp.

The more Chris nips and bites and sucks, the more Dennis writhes, uncontained like a live wire.

"Chris—" he finally chokes out.

"Patience, princess." Chris's voice rumbles against Dennis’s hip bone.

But patience has never been Dennis’s strong suit. The way Chris is controlling everything—the pace, the pressure, where their skin meets—drives him crazy, makes him want to push back.

Every touch scorches hotter than the last until Dennis can't take it anymore.

He hooks his leg around Chris's waist and uses the leverage to flip them over.

Chris lands on his back with a surprised exhale, hands automatically finding Dennis’s thighs as he settles above him.

When Dennis looks down, Chris's usual smirk is gone. His eyes are fixed on Dennis’s face, pupils blown wide, mouth slightly parted.

Like he's stunned. Like someone's knocked all the air from his lungs.

Like he’s seeing something he never expected.

"I want—" Dennis’s hips shift restlessly, his thighs trembling where they bracket Chris's waist.

But he doesn't know what he wants. But heneedssomething. His skin feels too tight, too hot, everywhere they touch, burning.

Dennis bucks his hips experimentally.

It makes Chris sound a low croon in his throat as Dennis’s cock leaves a wet trail across his abs.

Not enough.

Dennistsks, repositions himself until he's right over Chris's cock. When their lengths press together, already leaking, the sensation makes both of them groan.

He does it again, harder this time, watching Chris's eyes flutter shut, feeling Chris's fingers dig into his thighs.

But when Chris's hands slide up to his ass, Dennis freezes.

"I'm not going to fuck you." The words tumble out too fast, his heart hammering against his ribs.

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