Page 69 of Under Construction

Chris catches Dennis’s wrist, his thumb brushing back and forth over the pulse point—the thin, delicate skin there, a rare softness untouched by Dennis’s strict workout regimen.

"You wanted us to make each other come, didn’t you?" he says, voice low.

Dennis’s eyebrows pinch together at the question, but when their eyes meet in the mirror, Chris's smile turns just a bit evil. Then he's holding Dennis’s waist with both hands and hauling him up until Dennis is straightened up on his lap.

"Then rub your wet, loose asshole on me princess," Chris whispers by his ear, "Let me feel how hungry that pretty hole is for my cock."

Dennis is still floating from his orgasm, knees weak, but god he wants to make Chris feel good too. He wants to so, so much.

Chris spreads his legs, giving Dennis space. “Come on, sweetheart, you can do it.”

With trembly hands, Dennis holds onto Chris's thighs. Then he starts bending and straightening his knees, arching his back deep to expose that hidden strip between his cheeks that only Chris gets to see now.

He slides his taint and hole along Chris's length, his balls swaying back to brush Chris's shaft with each movement while Chris's thumb keeps his cock pressed against Dennis’s entrance.

"Like this?" Dennis asks, wanting to be good for Chris.

"Just like that," Chris says, eyes fixed on how Dennis’s wet little gape appears and disappears with every clench and release. "I can't wait to fuck you ruined and sloppy, get you so stretched out you can't even close it anymore—mess you up so, so pretty."

“Chris!” Dennis exclaims, his spent cock already twitching back to life. “Can younot!” Dennis scolds, or at least tries to. “F—feels too good,” he manages, by way of a terrible explanation, words emerging in half-pants and drawn-out mewls. “So, so, good, good,good!”

"Move faster then, push back harder," Chris encourages, guiding his hip. "Yeah, just like that, get yourself off on my cock, show me how bad you want it."

The way Chris's whole attention zeroes in on making him come again—already—makes Dennis feel so spoiled that he purrs from his throat, head lolling back.

"Do you feel how greedy your sweet, pink hole is for me, baby?"

"Y—yes," Dennis gasps, his knees threatening to give out from everything they’ve done, Chris's shameless words turning his head inside out. His knees nearly buckle as he begs, "F—fuck, Chris, p—please—want you to fuck me..."

"Yeah?" Chris breathes, ducking down to suck and bite the back of Dennis’s rib hard enough to make him cry out at the new bruise forming. "So youdowant me to mash this tight littlecunt? Fuck it all up until you can’t take it anymore?”

"Yes, Chris,god, yes!" Dennis’s cock hardens again even though he just ejaculated, his ass feeling too good to even notice.

"You want me to come inside you until my cum's dripping out of it and you're all pink and raw, so swollen and weak you can't even feel what I put into you?"

"Chris,whatthefuck—"

Dennis’s words choke off into a squeal, as his body convulses against Chris’s dick, taking him by utter surprise. Holy fuck, his second orgasm blindsides him so hard he thinks he might pass out, Chris’s dirty talk strangling his brain completely.

Chris rams all three fingers into Dennis’s hole with a loud groan, his own cock jerking hard against Dennis’s skin. Dennis yelps at the sudden intrusion, and Chris just holds them there, other hand gripping Dennis’s hip as he pushes up until Dennis is forced onto his tiptoes, just hovering off Chris’s lap.

Dennis clutches Chris's forearms, giddy from how good the pressure feels as he comes. Chris follows instantly, Dennis’s reaction tipping him over. His cum shoots out hot and wet between them, so much of it after being pent up all day that it soaks Dennis’s lower back and ass.

They stay there, Chris's hands anchoring Dennis against him, their combined cum dripping from Dennis’s balls and butt—trickling down Chris’s forearm and pooling at his elbow—neither of them in a hurry to move and break their shared high.

Dennis finds his voice first. "Goddamn..." he croaks.

"Uh huh." Chris sounds far away. He eases his fingers out of Dennis’s body, with much more care than he’d fucked him with. His lips find Dennis’s shoulder, his neck, the corner of his jaw. "Holy crap, princess,” he says, voice thin, “I think that's the sluttiest shit we've ever done."

“Who the fuck taught you to talk like that,” Dennis slurs, waiting for his vision to un-double itself. “Goddamn sleazeball…”

“I’ve had a lot of practice with you in my head.” Chris sounds just as out of it as Dennis does.

"Mmm," is all Dennis can manage in his hazy, dazy state.

"Did you like it?" Chris asks after a moment, pulling Dennis back onto his lap. “All that stuff we just did?”

His arms circle Dennis’s waist. He doesn’t stop kissing or nuzzling into him. Little pecks and brushes here and there, on whatever skin he can find.

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