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[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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