-He thrusts into the fist tight around him, sliding along Chris’ dick. Breathing against his lips, Peter dips his tongue in and out with the motion of his hips. Chris sucks on his tongue and dominates his mouth in turn. It’s like being teenagers again. Like finding each other all over again, needing each other but unwilling to admit how much. Chris drags him firmly back to the present rubbing his thumb repeatedly over his slit. Peter pants harshly, pinching and flicking at Chris’ nipples. He sucks just under his jaw, rakes his nails down Chris’ back, and massages his own finger down between Chris’ ass cheeks.
His orgasm, when it hits him, takes him completely by surprise. Like dropping suddenly and unexpectedly down a cliff thought miles away. He clings to him, rocking slowly through it, then pushes Chris onto his back. A protest rises on Chris’ lips but Peter shushes him against his skin.
His nose skims down Chris’ chest, tugging on a nipple with his teeth, licking up his own semen on his stomach. Never stopping in his path. Peter’s favorite sound in the world is the gut punched moan Chris makes when he first wraps his mouth around him.-
Motherfuck -his hips jackknife up without his permission, into all that warm, wet tightness, and Peter doesn’t gag, doesn’t pull off, just hums appreciatively before grabbing Chris’ hands and dragging them up to furrow through the back of Peter’s hair. He doesn’t release them until Chris gets the picture and fists his hands tight into the strands. He holds Peter fast, thrusting into a mouth that just gets tighter and hotter and sloppy wet the faster he goes. You’d think all the alcohol would stretch things out, but no, it’s a pitifully short period of time before he’s shouting Petie, and shuddering out his orgasm in short, jerky thrusts. As soon as he can breath again he tugs Peter up by his hair and kisses him deep, tasting himself on Peter’s tongue-
Mine -he growls out, suddenly swamped with a weird kind of possessive need. Peter is his, and Chris will not allow him to fade away. Enough is enough. He ducks his head down to Peter’s neck and bites across his mark-