Page 55 of Under Construction

Chris swallows every croon that escapes Dennis’s lips, his own curving into a soft, knowing smile like he’s savoring each sound, keeping them coming and hoarding them all for himself.

"How going all the way might feel."

There’s a pause.

"Never with another man," Chris says finally. His voice goes quiet when he admits, "Never been with a man before you. But I think about it." His teeth graze Dennis’s neck, sucking harder as his cock swells, reacting to the confession. "Think about doing it with you—alot."

The revelation does something to Dennis’s insides. He pushes Chris flat on his back, settling his weight more firmly across Chris's hips in a straddle.

"Are you going to have your way with me, princess?” Chris drawls lazily, tone a bit too smug. “Oh nooo—augh!" Chris's laugh lodges in his throat, knees and upper back jolting up off the mattress when Dennis grinds down harder. "Fuck—okay,okay! I take it back—I’m sorry! Don't tease—!"

His hands roam up Dennis’s sides, across his chest, then down to where Dennis’s cock strains against his underwear.

When Chris's fingers dip beneath the waistband and wrap around him, Dennis gasps, even though he knew it was coming.

"Not when you've put that idea in my head," Chris pants. "Gonna make me lose my mind."

Chris's thumb traces the underside of his shaft—stroking it, massaging it—making Dennis’s exhales shaky.

Dennis tries not to whine as he shifts his hips, trying to guide Chris's hand higher, chasing that spot just under the head that makes his toes curl.

"Not teasing." Dennis rocks down again, feeling Chris's cock twitch against his ass through the last of their clothes. "Unless you're all talk?"

Chris's fingers dig into Dennis’s thighs, hard enough to leave marks. When Dennis looks down, Chris is staring up at him, bottom lip snagged between his teeth.

"Lube's in the bedside drawer," Chis says, voice rough. "Unlessyou'reall talk?"

Dennis reaches over, Chris's hand warm yet firm on the back of his thigh like he's making sure Dennis isn't just some kind of wet fever dream that’llpoofup into smoke. He fumbles until he finds the bottle, cold in his palm.

"Condoms too," Chris adds.

"That's very presumptuous of you, Chris?" Dennis says lightly.

"Prepared," Chris corrects, grunting with anoof, chest caving in when the lube bottle lands on his sternum. But the promise of what's coming seems to make him forget the pain. "Been ready for this longer than I should admit, princess."

Chris props himself up on his elbows, pushing off the mattress to sit up. Then he guides Dennis to twist around in his lap.

"Let's get these off you," he murmurs, fingers hooking in Dennis’s waistband.

There's rustling as they both shimmy out of their underwear, and Dennis can't help but peek behind him.

Chris's cock stands eager and thick, making Dennis’s stomach flip with equal parts want and worry.

How is something that size supposed to fit anywhere?

When Dennis is kneeling and his back meets Chris's chest, they both inhale at the contact—skin sticky in the summer heat.

The click of the bottle echoes in the quiet room.

"Let me get you ready first." Chris's lips rub against Dennis’s shoulder, back and forth. They press gentle little pecks there, leaving tingles in their wake. "Don't want to hurt you."

Words fail Dennis completely. He manages a jerky nod.

Chris must notice his tension because he nuzzles at the side of Dennis’s face until Dennis turns enough for their lips to meet.

The kiss is unhurried, determined—tongues coming together as their mouths press and release, once, twice, three times before they part.

Dennis’s heart still pounds, but now it's from anticipation rather than nerves, everything feeling sharper, more electric.

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