Page 67 of Under Construction

Chris's cock, no longer pressed against Dennis’s back, now lies heavy beneath him.

A rough palm wraps around Dennis’s dickhead, making him gasp. The other starts a firm stroke up from Dennis’s balls, up along his shaft until Chris's hands meet each other, over and over.

Despite his impatience, Dennis lets him.

WantsChris to do all the little things he likes doing to Dennis’s body.

He loves when Chris seems to be enjoying himself with his gropes and fondles. It feeds the little part of him that can’t help but wonder if Chris is getting enough back from their couplings.

Chris's petting grows bolder. Until Dennis is keening and breathless, wriggling and restless. Doing all he can to stay still while Chris glides over his length and painfully tight head, tugging off the sensitive ridge over and over.

"Do you have any idea how good we're going to look, princess," Chris asks, his tone conversational, eyes fixed on what his hands are so carefully tending to. "When I finally get inside you? When you're ready to take all of me?"

Perhaps it’s more of a statement than a question, because Dennis’s soft moans shatter sweet and high as two ofChris's fingers push in, stretching him like they have been for weeks now, but this time with a suddenness that makes his toes curl.

The unexpected wideness of two fingers at once has him gasping—they've never skipped the slow build-up before.

His body fights the intrusion, muscles clenching around the thickness, but then Chris flexes his fingers back and forth—not softly testing how tight Dennis’s walls grip onto him like usual, butdemandingthey yield and ease their suction around his fingers.

They scissor him wider until he sees spots. What starts as an overwhelming burn dissolves into something mind-bendingly euphoric.

"You're still—oh!" Dennis cries out when Chris twists his wrist, turning his fingers all the way inside him before reversing the motion.

The new feeling leaves him with his lips parted and lashes fluttering. "Still preparing me for your cock?"

Chris groans at Dennis’s words. "Always."

He leans in toward Dennis, catching Dennis’s earlobe with his teeth. "Want you ready. Want you begging me for it. I want to see you gagging for my dick in your ass.”

With another thrust of his fingers, that makes Dennis grunt in surprise, Chris says, “Baby, I wanna fuck you so hard you can taste it in your throat."

Dennis’s head reels, vision blurring so he feels faint. Every insecurity from the past few weeks evaporates, replaced by a rollercoaster in his belly and chest.

Nothing exists except Chris and him, exceptthem, right here, right now.

"Look how big you make me, princess," Chris murmurs, his lips brushing over Dennis’s skin, now damp and glistening from the heat of their movements and the flush of foreign entry, a sensation that never feels less strange no matter how accustomed Dennis has become to it. "Look at what you do to me."

Dennis stares at their reflection. Chris’s cock being closer to the mirror, and bouncing every time the back of his knuckles hit it as he strokes Dennis off, looks so much larger from this angle—positively monstrous.

The sight makes him shudder. His body trembles uncontrollably, vibrating from a cocktail of arousal, anticipation, and a hint of uncertainty, the mix sending him haywire.

Dennis has been wondering, beencraving, but now that he canseethem like this together he can't believe it.

"That's going to be in me?" The words slip out in a whisper of disbelief before he can stop them.

"Every inch." Chris's fingers drive deeper, ram harder. "Going to fill you up so good. Stretch this pretty little hole until you're all loose and sloppy for me. Make you take it all again—" his knuckles force past Dennis’s ring, "and again—" deeper, "and again—" until the web between his fingers hit against Dennis’s entrance, making him whimper.

"Fuck!" Dennis’s hips stutter from the sensations Chris is forcing into his body and the image Chris has forced into his head. "Chris—"

"But not yet." Chris's free hand tightens around Dennis’s shaft making him yelp.

Dennis pulls himself in towards Chris, scrabbling closer, burying his nose in Chris's cheek trying to breathe himself steady.

"For now, just watch." Chris releases Dennis’s dick to pinch his chin and turn his face back to the mirror. "Watch how fucking perfect we look together."

The mirror shows everything—Chris's fingers pistoning in and out of Dennis’s hole. The way Chris has fucked him hard enough that even just two fingers have softened him up. Stretched him wider than before.

Each time Chris withdraws completely, Dennis’s entrance stays open for a moment—a soft pink circle that pulses once, twice, before drawing closed again.

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