[Chris leans in to kiss the scar on the back of Crais' neck, this time for more sweetly than anything else he'd done.]
Good.
[They're okay and Chris' fingers are spreading and working in Crais' body, but he doesn't bother with teasing. Maybe another time. For right now, he's more interested in pulling his hand back to run lube up his cock. As soon as he's coated, he lines himself up and presses into Crais with very little pause for adjustment other than a hand bracing on his hip before Chris' thrusts turn hard and deep.
The hand at Crais' hip is nearly bruising for how tightly he holds him for each crash of his hips, but the hand at Crais' throat remains light, only a slight press now and again more from their movements than any intention beyond the vague desire to claim.
His lips hover near Crais' ear as groan escapes him.]
Gods...shoulda had you bent over something sooner. Fuck, Crais-
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Good.
[They're okay and Chris' fingers are spreading and working in Crais' body, but he doesn't bother with teasing. Maybe another time. For right now, he's more interested in pulling his hand back to run lube up his cock. As soon as he's coated, he lines himself up and presses into Crais with very little pause for adjustment other than a hand bracing on his hip before Chris' thrusts turn hard and deep.
The hand at Crais' hip is nearly bruising for how tightly he holds him for each crash of his hips, but the hand at Crais' throat remains light, only a slight press now and again more from their movements than any intention beyond the vague desire to claim.
His lips hover near Crais' ear as groan escapes him.]
Gods...shoulda had you bent over something sooner. Fuck, Crais-