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[Chris' breath catches slightly as Martin's hand sinks into his hair and he sucks the mark a little darker for his efforts.

When he leaves off the soft skin, he rests his cheek against Martin's hip a moment.]

That's perfect...keep your hand in my hair, lovely, I'm quite fond of the feeling. And don't worry, Shy's not put me off before and it'll certainly not make me less charmed by you.

[Which is not something he expects Martin to respond to, not with how he keeps one hand braced on the other man's thigh while his free hand curls around the base of his friend's cock. Chris runs his tongue up the length from where his fingers rest to the tip and around the head. He takes the journey twice, careful to lavish attention over a new spot, before he shifts and sucks the head past his lips and into his mouth to continue his tongue's attention along the soft skin.]

[He can feel Chris's breath against his thigh. Something so simple like that should not be so erotic. He'd not really understood the scope of that word until now.]

Alright. I can do that.

[He strokes his fingers through Chris's hair again, scratching lightly at his scalp.

He moans when Chris touches him, the warmth of his hand, the damp heat of his tongue. It feels like Chris is exploring, teasing out all of the most sensitive spots across his dick. The moan trails off into a gasp when Chris takes the heaf of his cock into his mouth.]

[He gives a hum of approval for the feeling of nails against his scalp and leans a bit into the sensation while he can.

Luckily, it's just as enjoyable to have the grip pull in his hair a bit as he slides down Martin's cock to take more into his mouth. Chris' tongue dances along the skin there as well while his hands move again, the one previously around the base shifts to cup under the other man's ass while his other hand rests on Martin's thigh. Perfect to keep him close and steady as Chris sinks even further, nearly to the back of his tongue.

It was tempting to go all at once, to overwhelm Martin and see how he handled the feeling...but that could be for another time, this was for going slow and exploring and learning...snd savoring, even if he might never call it that to his friend's face for fear of setting him ablaze with his own blush.]

[The hum strokes against his cock, makes him squirm beneath the other man. It's so good, beautiful sensation. He could lose himself in this. He wants to lose himself in this.

Chris's tongue is hot and soft as it runs against him, and the feeling of hands against his thigh and arse, holding him there, it's overwhelming. He gives another light tug at Chris's hair, trying to ground himself.]

You- you're so good...

[The praise is nice and there's a gentle scrape of teeth along the skin in response. Especially as his hair gets tugged again. He leans into it with a small, needy sound, but then pulls against the hold to make it tug harder as he drives the head of Martin's cock down, past the back of his tongue, and into his throat as his lips press down to the base.

It's blissful for a moment, nothing in his mind but the focus of holding his breath and his throat squeezing around his companion's length purely for Martin's pleasure. His fingers dig in harder to keep Martin's hips in check while Chris pulls back only about an inch and then sinks down again.

When he finally pulls back, it's slow and his teeth once more scrape lightly along the soft skin below them, all the way to the tip.]

[Fuck! Fuck how is he supposed to survive this? His fingers curl against Chris's scalp as bthe other man swallows him, engulfing his cock in heat. He fights to still the way his hips want to move, to take more. He can feel Chris's lips and tongue against him, the press of his throat and the way it seems to ripples as Chris swallows around him.

He is very glad that Chris is holding him down. Staying still is a challenge. His hands tighten and release against Chris's hair rhythmically as he moves, and he cries out at the scrape of teeth against sensitive flesh.]

Fuck... Chris...

[He lingers a little longer in place before finally pulling back slowly up to the tip again. His efforts renew, tongue and gentle scrape of teeth alternating with a hand that lets go of Martin's hip to apply idle touches to the shaft not in his mouth.

But the way Martin says his name is so sweet...he makes a quiet vow to himself to have Martin come down his throat another time as he pops off the head of his friend's cock to focus on stroking and touching as Chris slides back up his body to thread the fingers of his other hand into Martin's hair. "I've got you, lovely."

He presses a kiss to Martin's forehead and then back to his lips as his hand takes up a faster pace, seeking to catch those pretty cries against his mouth.]

[Chris is... is really good at this. If Martin was more in control of himself, he'd be more coherent, and able to come up with a better word than 'good', but the way Chris is touching him, the pads of his fingers, the scrape of teeth and softness of his tongue... it's all perfectly designed to make sure that Martin forgets words.

He gasps when Chris slides off him, and blinks blearily up at him, a smile on his lips.]

Yeah... yeah I know.

[He kisses him, eager for something to do to occupy his own mouth as Chris strokes him. His moans spill against the other man's lips, desperate, until he finally comes, gasping, over Chris's hand.]

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