Page 74 of Under Construction

"Show me." Dennis takes him deeper this time, forcing his throat to relax with effort, willing himself not to trigger his gag reflex.

When his eyes start to water, he pulls back slowly, letting Chris’s cock slide out—painfully fat, spit-slicked and shiny. "Show me what I do to you," he says, a little hoarse this time.

The words make Chris's hips stutter forward, pressing through his lips.

Dennis takes him in—once, twice—working him with lips, tongue, and the barest scrape of teeth, just enough to make Chris’s control falter.

"Careful what you wish for, princess." Chris's whole body trembles with the effort of holding back. "Might not be able to stop."

Consumed.

Indulged.

Addicted.

Dennis pulls off, lips red and lush. He glances up at Chris through long, dark lashes, hands gripping the front of Chris's thighs. "Maybe I don't want you to."

Chris yanks Dennis’s head back by the hair, just rough enough that Dennis’s lips curl into a wide, sly smile—like the cat about to get the cream.Allof it.

"Where do you want me?" Chris asks, his voice shaking even as his hand grips the base of his rock-hard dick.

Dennis sticks out his tongue, eyes rolling skyward as he considers his options.

“Fuck… babe, please—” Chris slaps his cock against it once, twice, three times, each tap drawing a curse as Dennis lets him wait.

Chris's grip tightens in his hair, pulling his head back just a bit too hard. He gives Dennis’s head a little shake that makes it bobble.

Dennis looks up at him with big, round eyes—all innocence and too many options.

"Baby... please,” Chris pleads, “for fuck's sake, I can't—"

"Want to taste you," Dennis says, voice silky smooth. "Want to swallow every drop."

"I swear, this is how you’re going to end me," Chris rasps, then he’s thrusting his cock back into Dennis’s mouth. His groan echoes off the brick walls as he comes, fingers tight in Dennis’s hair, holding him there like he never wants to let go.

When Dennis pulls back, lips swollen and glistening, Chris hauls him up into a kiss that tastes like both of them.

Adored.

Savored.

Irresistible.

"My turn," Chris pants against his mouth, already reaching between Dennis’s legs. “I get to have something now.”

His fingers find him still slick from earlier, when he'd worked Dennis open for what felt like hours. "Still loose for me, princess?"

“Well, you’ve made sure of that, haven’t you?" Dennis’s head falls back, his fingers digging into Chris’s shoulders as those clever fingers push inside. "All that... training."

"Gotta get you ready." Chris twists his fingers just right, making Dennis arch with a whimper, knees shaky where hestands with his legs apart. "I can't even get my head in there, beautiful. Maybe we need to do this more often.“

As much as Dennis had fantasized about it, the last time they tried three fingers at his apartment, he had been sore for days, his body clenching up tight on reflex whenever Chris's cock came anywhere near his entrance after that.

Chris had been apologetic, regretting the roughness of their encounter. Dennis had been simply impatient, whining at Chris to hurry it up and “just stick that humongous thing in there, I can take it, you pussy, I swear!”

But Chris remained maddeningly patient. "I want you to enjoy it, not suffer through it," he'd said, kissing away Dennis’s frustration.

As sulky as Dennis had been, the promise in Chris’s voice tonight makes him shiver.

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