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When he copies what he remembers Chris doing to him on their first night—sliding his tongue along the underside then sucking hard, Chris's whole body shudders to a groan escaping his lips. His fingers tighten in Dennis’s hair.

"Watch the teeth, baby, the teeth—" Chris shifts restlessly in the seat, thighs tensing under Dennis’s hands like he's fighting to stay still. Like the feeling is too tight, too new for him as well.

The 'baby' catches Dennis off guard. His head jerks up in surprise, but Chris is still in his mouth—teeth dragging across the sensitive head and making Chris's hips buck with a gasp.

"Princess!"

Dennis’s hands spread over Chris's thighs, soothing the trembling muscles. He looks up through his lashes, mouth still full, and Chris lets out a string of curses at the sight.

When Chris's breathing steadies, Dennis lets his teeth graze the head again—just to see what happens, now that it’s been confirmed that a guaranteed reaction will ensue.

Chris's whole body jerks, electrocuted. His cock swells impossibly larger in Dennis’s mouth, and the fingers in Dennis’s hair tighten to the edge of pain.

Whether it's from fear of getting his dick bitten off or desire for more, Chris pushes deeper.

Dennis responds by sucking harder.

"Fuck, princess—" Chris's hips stutter upward once, twice, then he floods Dennis’s mouth, hot and thick.

The taste hits Dennis’s tongue—sharp and salty, like ocean air but heavier. It overflows past his lips, running down his chin before he can swallow all of it.

Dennis catalogs everything that has happened:

The pulse of Chris's cock against the inside of his cheek.

The way Chris's face transforms with each swipe of tongue and the barely-there touch of teeth.

The sounds he makes when Dennis applies suction.

It’sfascinating.

So much so, that Dennis can't help but tryonemore, itsy bitsy, teeny tiny, experimentalsuck.

Chris nearly levitates off the seat.

"Fuck—princess—baby—fuck—" His hand flies to Dennis’s face, then he slides his thumb into the corner of Dennis’s mouth, gently breaking the seal.

He releases a shuddering sigh when Dennis unlatches.

Chris looks destroyed—chest heaving, eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted around harsh breaths.

Dennis pulls off, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, eyes wide and questioning.

That was quick. For his first time, how could he have possibly known what to expect? Although whatever he did seemed rather effective because Chris can barely focus on him, looking dazed and boneless.

The sight makes something in Dennis’s chest purr, so he leans back in towards Chris's dick—mmm…curiouser and curiouser!

"Princess!" Chris wheeze-laughs, grabbing his wrists. "I swear you're trying to end me."

Then Chris is yanking him up for a kiss that makes Dennis’s spent cock twitch with interest—the thought of Chris tasting himself on Dennis’s tongue doing unexpected things to his insides.

How strange. How very interesting indeed.

They make out until their lungs burn, exchanging breaths between parted lips, hands cradling each other's faces. They only pull off when they’re gasping.

"Well." Dennis finally shifts. Winces at cold air that hits his flaccid dick, still wet with their drying cum. "That was..."

"Yeah." Chris can't even manage his usual smirk, still looking punch-drunk and groggy. "I don't even know what that was."

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