[In some part of Chris' mind, he knows he appreciates the sentiment more than what he's texted, but it's not what's in his head. What's in his head is this need a burning fire that has his steps on a war path to Crais' place. Even the small bag of mushrooms he'd collected for Nate and the others is half forgotten in his hand as he makes his way to the Duplex.
When he gets there, he knocks, pupils dilated and heart pounding, his head is empty of almost anything and he knows why, knows where this is coming from...but that's why he's here and not going home or back to the theatre.]
[He has just enough restraint through even breaths to calmly walk through the door and vaguely find a table to set the bag on once it's tied.
Then he whirls on Crais, hands coming up to fist in his shirt as Chris bears down on him to slam their lips together. It's not pretty or elegant or at all gentle, but he still groans slightly into it. Even that much helps.
He takes a step, his intention to push Crais into the wall, if he can.]
Crais actually doesn't have a problem with it. He puts his hand lightly on Chris' chest, near his shoulder and falls back really easily. His only 'resistance' is controlling how hard he hits the wall and making sure he hits with his shoulders, first.
That doesn't stop him returning the kiss, and returning it with... fervor. He groans into it, even both because that is an amazingly, amazingly good kiss and because he's trying to communicate something there and that something is a kind of 'you're good/I'm in' sort of thing.
Without removing his hands. In fact with his hand sliding under Chris' shirt to help. ]
[Crais is okay with this. No, he’s into it and that’s what the part of his mind not melting needs. That wandering hand slips under his shirt and he only presses closer for the touch, his knee pressing up between Crais’ legs to pin him further.
He does move one hand up to curl along Crais’ neck, there’s no pressure in it, but it’s present as his tongue delves into every corner he can find.
When he finally breaks away, it’s with a nip to Crais’ lips, like he didn’t quite know if he was done kissing him yet.]
Hope you’ve lube handy, cause I want to fuck you into this wall.
[ Crais groans, loud and clear, and hardens agaist Chris' thigh. His hand at Chris' back clenches and his other hand comes up and grabs hold of Chris' shoulder- not to push him away, but to steady himself.
Chris is being impacted by something, and so is Crais.
In Chris' case that's mushrooms. In Crais' case, it's endorphins.
This is very much a 0 to 100, rapidly. It's fantastic, but it also makes his head spin. He nips at Chris' lower lip in minor, soft, protest for Chris pulling back at all, but.]
There's lube everywhere, including my pocket. Please try to refrain from putting me into the wall instead of against it, though.
[ Yeah that's not a metaphor that's come up. He gets his hand free of Chris' back to reach into his pocket and fish the small bottle out.]
[He takes the bottle and the kiss he gives as thanks is almost soft, if it weren't for a bit too much heat in it. He pulls back and takes Crais' arm to encourage him to turn and face the wall.]
Means I intend to fuck you. Hard.
[He leaves Crais to brace himself as he likes, his nearly single-minded attention focused on getting both of their pants opened and Crais' low enough to press two slicked fingers into him. Chris presses along his back, his free hand coming back up to Crais' throat as his other hand works inside him.]
Still expect you to say something if it's too much.
[ Crais is, not to put too fine a point on it, really good at sex and submission and his mindset is really there, after the way this started.
Chris kisses him with a little too much heat, his own heat rises to meet it - but steady, somehow. Hand on his arm and understanding of where this is going and he's actively doing the turning. Getting his pants down? Actively cooperating with that process and giving room for Chris to get them out of the way before he spreads his legs as much as he can with them somewhat confining his thighs.
Definitely getting braced in there, too. Forearm providing a 'cushion' for his forehead, head down, other hand just resting against the wall.
And...
Even with the faint slur from being knocked on his metaphorical ass, immediately responsive to Chris' voice in a clear way.]
You'll hear it if it's too much and if you can't stop a god will appear and make you. We're okay.
[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-
[ He startles a little at the lips on the back of his neck, but doesn't freak out at all. Just - surprises him. No time to dwell on it.
Not like Crais is inexperienced or fragile and those things predate Duplicity by a long time.
Adjustment is not really needed, he knows how to use his body, and use it well. There's still a burn and that first thrust still drives air out of his lungs, but it feels good. ]
The hand on his throat is just as good, though in his state that both drops him further and harder and registers as a demand to be the fuck still so he does. He can feel his pulse against Chris' fingers and that... is a nice of echo of feeling Chris in his ass the the rhythm of that.
He turns his head slightly toward the breath of Chris' groan against his ear and shudders.
Honestly good's kind of an overstatement.]
Yes. You should have.
[ Weird level of clarity and articulation there. Deceptively so because his mind is gone. ]
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You can just start showing up if you'd like.
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[In some part of Chris' mind, he knows he appreciates the sentiment more than what he's texted, but it's not what's in his head. What's in his head is this need a burning fire that has his steps on a war path to Crais' place. Even the small bag of mushrooms he'd collected for Nate and the others is half forgotten in his hand as he makes his way to the Duplex.
When he gets there, he knocks, pupils dilated and heart pounding, his head is empty of almost anything and he knows why, knows where this is coming from...but that's why he's here and not going home or back to the theatre.]
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Well, he closes the door and locks it behind them, first, but then suggests mildly: ]
Why don't we put that somewhere out of the way? [ Does he know what's in the bag? No. Does he want it near him? Probably not. ]
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Then he whirls on Crais, hands coming up to fist in his shirt as Chris bears down on him to slam their lips together. It's not pretty or elegant or at all gentle, but he still groans slightly into it. Even that much helps.
He takes a step, his intention to push Crais into the wall, if he can.]
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Crais actually doesn't have a problem with it. He puts his hand lightly on Chris' chest, near his shoulder and falls back really easily. His only 'resistance' is controlling how hard he hits the wall and making sure he hits with his shoulders, first.
That doesn't stop him returning the kiss, and returning it with... fervor. He groans into it, even both because that is an amazingly, amazingly good kiss and because he's trying to communicate something there and that something is a kind of 'you're good/I'm in' sort of thing.
Without removing his hands. In fact with his hand sliding under Chris' shirt to help. ]
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He does move one hand up to curl along Crais’ neck, there’s no pressure in it, but it’s present as his tongue delves into every corner he can find.
When he finally breaks away, it’s with a nip to Crais’ lips, like he didn’t quite know if he was done kissing him yet.]
Hope you’ve lube handy, cause I want to fuck you into this wall.
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Chris is being impacted by something, and so is Crais.
In Chris' case that's mushrooms. In Crais' case, it's endorphins.
This is very much a 0 to 100, rapidly. It's fantastic, but it also makes his head spin. He nips at Chris' lower lip in minor, soft, protest for Chris pulling back at all, but.]
There's lube everywhere, including my pocket. Please try to refrain from putting me into the wall instead of against it, though.
[ Yeah that's not a metaphor that's come up. He gets his hand free of Chris' back to reach into his pocket and fish the small bottle out.]
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[He takes the bottle and the kiss he gives as thanks is almost soft, if it weren't for a bit too much heat in it. He pulls back and takes Crais' arm to encourage him to turn and face the wall.]
Means I intend to fuck you. Hard.
[He leaves Crais to brace himself as he likes, his nearly single-minded attention focused on getting both of their pants opened and Crais' low enough to press two slicked fingers into him. Chris presses along his back, his free hand coming back up to Crais' throat as his other hand works inside him.]
Still expect you to say something if it's too much.
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Chris kisses him with a little too much heat, his own heat rises to meet it - but steady, somehow. Hand on his arm and understanding of where this is going and he's actively doing the turning. Getting his pants down? Actively cooperating with that process and giving room for Chris to get them out of the way before he spreads his legs as much as he can with them somewhat confining his thighs.
Definitely getting braced in there, too. Forearm providing a 'cushion' for his forehead, head down, other hand just resting against the wall.
And...
Even with the faint slur from being knocked on his metaphorical ass, immediately responsive to Chris' voice in a clear way.]
You'll hear it if it's too much and if you can't stop a god will appear and make you. We're okay.
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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-
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Not like Crais is inexperienced or fragile and those things predate Duplicity by a long time.
Adjustment is not really needed, he knows how to use his body, and use it well. There's still a burn and that first thrust still drives air out of his lungs, but it feels good. ]
The hand on his throat is just as good, though in his state that both drops him further and harder and registers as a demand to be the fuck still so he does. He can feel his pulse against Chris' fingers and that... is a nice of echo of feeling Chris in his ass the the rhythm of that.
He turns his head slightly toward the breath of Chris' groan against his ear and shudders.
Honestly good's kind of an overstatement.]
Yes. You should have.
[ Weird level of clarity and articulation there. Deceptively so because his mind is gone. ]
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There’s a gentle squeeze at his throat on the next hard thrust and then his hand falls to a shoulder instead for better leverage.
Pretty words and thought to praise in any articulate way flees his mind.]
Doing so well.
[His other hand shifts, the one at Crais’ hip moving around to grasp his cock and work the length despite the tempo of Chris’ thrusts.]