Page 77 of Under Construction

"Yeah?" Chris's hands slide to his ass and squeezes, pulling his butt cheeks apart as he kneads. "I can think of other ways to enjoy my company." He winks at Dennis, equal parts cheeky and shameless as he always is.

"Is that all you think about?" Dennis laughs, squirming away. "I was having a moment!"

"You can have a moment while I eat you out."

It's become Chris's favorite proposition lately.

Dennis feels his face heat up, thighs closing instinctively as he clambers off Chris’s lap.

"We can suck each other off instead," he offers, already reaching for Chris's cock.

"One day you’ll let me," Chris promises, letting himself be distracted. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.” But his eyes stay hungry.

That hunger shows up more and more.

One night he has Dennis on his back, thighs spread wide, just rubbing the pad of his thumb over Dennis’s hole until they're both shaking.

"Fuck," Chris breathes, pressing harder, just shy of penetrating it. "Why won't you let me taste you? Want to stick my tongue in here, fuck you open with it. It’ll feel so good, princess, I swear."

"Stop! Chris, for fuck’s sake!" Dennis tries to close his legs, laughing even as his face burns. "That's gross! Do people actually...?"

Chris forces his thighs apart again with the palms of his hands, wide and warm just below the V of Dennis’s pelvis.Gathers saliva in his mouth, then spits directly onto his asshole, making Dennis gasp.

"Not stopping, babe, and not gross." His cock slides through the wetness, hot and hard, making Chrisfuckandshitevery time his head catches against Dennis’s rim, now softer and more malleable, but still not able to take more than three fingers.

"You're beautiful, princess,” Chris breathes, “bet you taste as good as you look." His head tips back then, Adam's apple bobbing as he groans. "Don’t know if I want to stick my dick in your ass more or my tongue."

In this moment, in this position with Chris holding his legs too wide apart for him to close, Dennis can do nothing more than turn his head to the side tonotlook at what Chris is getting up to between his thighs—undoubtedly something obscene and debauched.

He furls his fingers into the sheets in front of his face and squeezes his eyes closed, thinking unsexy thoughts in an attempt to stop himself from ejaculating and ending the fun with oversensitivity.

Still, his mind won’t stop zoning into the way each slide of Chris’s shaft sends the hairs on his body standing on end.

It’s slow and it’s long, but Chris comes like that, streaking Dennis’s balls with cum that he rubs into his scrotum and gooch before slopping up Dennis’s hole with his fingers.

Although still tight, it gapes immediately, quick to accept him from nights of careful training.

Chris seems to take great enjoyment in keeping Dennis open and pliant, wiggling his digits from side to side, cooing while Dennis moans at the wideness.

Then, Chris’s eyes dart back to what he’s doing, dark with desire. They stay fixed on how his fingers are swallowed by Dennis’s ass. His other hand soothes his own dick, as he often does when he’s fingering Dennis. The smooth, languid strokes squeeze the last of his semen onto his fingers that continue fucking the liquid into Dennis’s body.

“Just one taste, baby,” he begs, “onesuck. Onetinylick—I’ll be quick, you won’t even know I’m there, I promise!”

The whine in his voice makes Dennis giggle, even as he rolls his eyes, pretty certain hewouldknow, and also die of embarrassment if Chris ever went down there.

He catches Chris around his waist with powerful legs. Hauls him up for a kiss while he tilts his pelvis back and forth,mmming at the finger fucking.

Yet, something twists in his chest, sharp and green.

"You seem experienced,” Dennis whispers when they pull away, noses brushing, his arms draped around Chris’s neck. “Have you eaten out a lot of people?"

"Never eaten ass before." Chris's voice comes out rough. Wanting. ”You know I’ve never even wanted to be with a man before, just the thought of it icks me out. But fuck, when I look at your hole—"

He pulls out his fingers with apopso Dennis laugh-gasps, stunned at the sudden rush of cold air where Chris’s fingers had just been.

He gasps again when Chris holds a thigh down hard to stop him from clamping them shut and smacks the back of his fingers against Dennis’s slack entrance, until it puckers closed—shy and shocked at the pleasant sting.

“Fuck me if I don’t want to eat it out like a watermelon on a hot day.”

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