Page 68 of Under Construction

Chris breaches him over and over—sometimes while his hole is still gaped, other times waiting for it to whorl shut, only to pry it open again with his fingers.

When Chris slams back into Dennis with one brutal stroke before it can wrinkle back closed, the arm clinging around Chris's shoulder shoots back onto the couch in shock.

Dennis’s head drops back between his shoulders as Chris pushes rougher, harder, deeper until something explodes in Dennis’s gut and his eyes go wide.

His fingertips dig into the leather, back arching up at the relentless pummeling of his insides.

Dennis moans at how filthy they look, how obscene it feels, how well Chris’s fingers bully their way inside him despite the burn.

How their bodies slot together like this was always meant to happen.

"Ah—ah—Chris!" Dennis’s voice rises with each thrust, breaking into these high, desperate sounds he can't hold back.

Chris's biceps flex as he strokes firmly down Dennis’s belly, like he always does when he needs Dennis distracted while he forces him past another limit.

"Look at you," Chris scrapes his teeth over the round of Dennis’s shoulder. "Look at how you take my punches now, how you want it. So pretty for me."

"Does this—" Dennis’s voice cracks and his eyes squeeze shut as Chris attempts to push in a third finger.

Chris’s eyes are fixed on Dennis’s closed ones, the expression on his face, watching for any signs of pain or uncertainty.

He hums low in his throat so Dennis knows he’s monitoring. His other hand still grips Dennis’s dick tight at the base—keeping pleasure mixed with the stretch, making sure Dennis stays hard while Chris opens him up, unclenches his walls.

"Does this turn you on?” Dennis warbles at accommodating this new width. “Watching me take it?"

"Baby, you have no idea," Chris hisses through his teeth. "Love seeing you fall apart on my fingers like this. Just wait till you see how you look when I’m pounding into you for real.”

"Chris!Shut up!"

But Chris’s predictions make Dennis’s eyes flutter open.

Then he can't tear them away from their reflection.

From how Chris is staring at him with an intensity that burns straight through him, gaze locked like Dennis is the only thing in his world.

The shudder this time scuttles up his spine like electricity wrapped in silk, and fuck, he's so close.

"Beautiful," Chris breathes. "So fucking beautiful like this. It's going to be soon," Chris promises, bunching and curling his fingers just right until Dennis’s whole body convulses.

"Soon you'll be ready for me. I want you open and loose all the time so my cock will always feel good in you. But for now—" Chris presses down on Dennis’s belly with a firmer touch. "Come for me, just on my fingers. I want to see you lose it."

"Fuck," Dennis squirms, realizing somewhere in his pleasure-soaked brain that his body's about to obey just because Chris said so, and he doesn't even care. His muscles clamp down around all three of Chris's fingers, making them both groan at this promise of more.

"Coming Chris,comingcomingcoming—" Dennis’s eyes squeeze shut, teeth clenched. His elbows drop heavily onto the couch, making his untouched dick wobble as it pulses and dribbles from the tip. His head hangs back, then he feels it—the pleasure coiling tight, tighter, tightest—before it explodes, flooding from his groin through his whole body until his mind whites out completely.

His body spasms, hips jerking wild and uncontrollable. His hole clenches and releases around Chris's knuckles.

"Fuck, Dennis—" Chris's voice breaks on each curse as he wraps his hand around Dennis’s swollen head, letting it spurt—first in hot, urgent bursts, then tapering off into weaker throbs—into the warmth and safety of his palm.

They stay like that, catching their breath.

The mirror shows their aftermath—sweat-slicked skin, bruises mottled on Dennis’s breast. Chris's fingers are stillburied deep as Dennis’s cock twitches with aftershocks. His other hand has started smearing the cum it held, round and around Dennis’s stomach—slow and languid—as they wait for his high to subside.

Chris stares at him through the mirror, like he can't quite believe how he ended up with Dennis Kim sprawled across his lap, letting him do these wonderful, dirty, absolutelyfilthythings to him.

When Dennis’s breathing steadies, he feels Chris's cock press between the cleft of his ass, still thick and hard.

"Let me take care of you too," Dennis slurs, clambering back up, a little dizzy, reaching between his thighs to wrap his fingers around Chris's length. "You've been so good to me."

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