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"Care to make me shut up one last time?" Chris rolls onto his side, propping his head on his hand. One leg stretches long while the other bends up, knee pointing at the ceiling. His eyebrows waggle suggestively.

"Maybe I will." Dennis’s hand slides lower, wrapping around Chris's cock again.

"Insatiable," Chris laughs, head falling back, white teeth flashing in the dim light. His laughter breaks into a moan when Dennis squeezes. "Fuck, princess, you're gonna make my dick fall off at this rate. Not like I can ever say no when you look at me like that."

"Better put it to good use while it's still attached then." Dennis’s lips curl up at one corner as he strokes harder. "Could always frame it too."

Then Dennis is squealing in laughter as Chris tackles him to the mattress with a growl, attacking at the neck.

Their giggles soon fade into soft pants and murmurs, breathless sighs and moans. Fingers and tongues and lips and whispers working together until Dennis is shaking apart again. Until they're both wrung out and sticky, finally ready to sleep.

Content.

Cherished.

Happy.

22Strings Attached

Something changes one night after sex, both of them loose-limbed and satisfied. Instead of reaching for the water bottle or a towel, Chris grabs his ukulele from beside the mattress.

Dennis expects one of those haunting melodies Chris always plays when he thinks Dennis is asleep. But tonight, Chris shifts behind him until they’re both sitting up, then until his chest presses warm against Dennis’s back.

"Here." Chris guides the instrument into Dennis’s hands. "Like this."

"I don't—"

"Trust me." Chris's arms come around him, positioning his fingers on the strings. His chin hooks over Dennis’s shoulder, stubble scratching slightly. "G chord. Easiest one."

"Nothing about you is easy," Dennis mutters, but he lets Chris move his hands.

"That's not what you were saying ten minutes ago." Chris's laugh vibrates through them both, chest to back. "Now strum."

The sound that comes out is terrible. Chris doesn't seem to mind.

"Again," he says, adjusting Dennis’s fingers. "Gentle. Like when you're touching my balls."

Dennis rolls his eyes but he can’t bite his cheek hard enough to stop his smile. "Do you always have to make everything sexual?"

"Only with you, princess."

It becomes their thing after that. Post-sex serenades that turn into impromptu lessons.

Sometimes Dennis just leans back against Chris's chest, swaying as Chris's voice wraps around him like another embrace.

Other times he tries to follow along, fumbling through simple chords while Chris whispers encouragement in his ear. Peppers hickeys up his shoulder and neck while Dennis concentrates.

One night, mid-verse about chance encounters and a funny kind of love at first sight, Dennis turns in Chris's arms. Straddles his lap. Catches that singing mouth with his own.

The kiss is soft and sweet. A little dry. All plush lips without the tongue and teeth that normally accompanies their make-out sessions.

"Can't sing if you kiss me," Chris mumbles against his lips when Dennis suckles off. "Was I that bad?"

Dennis pulls back just enough to rake Chris's messy hair out of his eyes.

His grin feels too big for his face, chest too full of something he can't figure out.

"Just enjoying your company."

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