Dude, I'm going to go down on you. That's so much better than kissing.
( in terms of pleasure, he means. but with reyes so close, it really wouldn't be hard to break this unwritten rule of his. and it's so tempting, with reyes' breath ghosting over his lips, speaking so close that it wouldn't take more than a tilt of his head to connect their lips together. who decided that chris' first kiss had to be special, anyway? if he hadn't held onto this, he would have been kisses bitches decades ago.
...
but there are other forms of foreplay that chris has gotten comfortable with — his time in prison withstanding. sex in jail generally didn't build in time for any sexual tension, with the cramped quarters and the limited amounts of time. that was more of a get in, get out sort of deal, which isn't his preference.
with the towel gone, he gets a feel of reyes' ass for himself, and he nods in a way that feels like approval. he squeezes, trails his fingers over the swell of the muscles and the dip of his crack without making any real attempts at getting inside. all the while, he stays close to reyes' lips, as if daring him to further. it's a will-they-or-won't-they of who's willing to cave first. )
[Chris decided that his first kiss had to be special. If he wanted to change that at some point Reyes was going to let that be his decision.]
Oh? And how would you know that?
[It doesn't mean he won't needle him about it still. All in good fun of course. While Chris gets his hands on the goods, Reyes isn't planning on keeping his own to himself either. He's plenty eager to feel just how solid he is, a hand running up Chris' chest to curl at the side of his neck. The gay chicken will finally break when Reyes smirks and dips down, lips and teeth teasing at Chris' sharp jawline.]
I think you're missing too much data to say that with so much confidence.
[He'll trail down along his neck, leaving soft pink marks that fade quicker than not as his other hand sneaks between them to pluck at the band of his tighty-whities.]
Planning on keeping me in suspense, Christopher?
[Not that they really hid much. He could tell he was big. Guess Chris wasn't all big talk after all.]
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oliverfield2022-05-19 02:15 am
oh no!! a booty!!
( in terms of pleasure, he means. but with reyes so close, it really wouldn't be hard to break this unwritten rule of his. and it's so tempting, with reyes' breath ghosting over his lips, speaking so close that it wouldn't take more than a tilt of his head to connect their lips together. who decided that chris' first kiss had to be special, anyway? if he hadn't held onto this, he would have been kisses bitches decades ago.
...
but there are other forms of foreplay that chris has gotten comfortable with — his time in prison withstanding. sex in jail generally didn't build in time for any sexual tension, with the cramped quarters and the limited amounts of time. that was more of a get in, get out sort of deal, which isn't his preference.
with the towel gone, he gets a feel of reyes' ass for himself, and he nods in a way that feels like approval. he squeezes, trails his fingers over the swell of the muscles and the dip of his crack without making any real attempts at getting inside. all the while, he stays close to reyes' lips, as if daring him to further. it's a will-they-or-won't-they of who's willing to cave first. )
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Oh? And how would you know that?
[It doesn't mean he won't needle him about it still. All in good fun of course. While Chris gets his hands on the goods, Reyes isn't planning on keeping his own to himself either. He's plenty eager to feel just how solid he is, a hand running up Chris' chest to curl at the side of his neck. The gay chicken will finally break when Reyes smirks and dips down, lips and teeth teasing at Chris' sharp jawline.]
I think you're missing too much data to say that with so much confidence.
[He'll trail down along his neck, leaving soft pink marks that fade quicker than not as his other hand sneaks between them to pluck at the band of his tighty-whities.]
Planning on keeping me in suspense, Christopher?
[Not that they really hid much. He could tell he was big. Guess Chris wasn't all big talk after all.]