Chris nodded, biting his lip to keep from asking again. Last night, they had both needed the immediacy of skin against skin. Now, in the light of day, Chris could see Zach’s need to take him apart and put him back together again, to prove to them both that Zach was alive and whole and able to give him this.
“Chris,” Zach murmured, pressing soft kisses down his neck as his fingers brushed deliberately over Chris’ prostate. “I love you so much. I’m going to tell you all the time, until you’re sick of hearing it.”
Chris could barely speak through the sweet jolts of pleasure arcing up his spine. “Never,” he whispered brokenly. “Never get – oh – sick of it. Love you, too.”
By the time Zach finally settled between Chris’ spread legs to push into him, Chris was nearly out of his mind with need. He had no idea how Zach was able to keep the pace so slow, but Chris clung to him and savored each achingly slow thrust until he was sure he would burst from his skin. Without speeding up, Zach shifted, changed the angle and reached between their bodies and Chris came for what felt like hours, trembling and gasping Zach’s name. Only then did Zach finally speed up, burying himself over and over again in Chris’ body until he finally let go.
When Zach’s arms gave out, Chris gathered him up and stroked all the skin he could reach, careful of the bandage on Zach’s left arm. “Crossword?” he whispered teasingly.
“Later,” Zach said, twining their fingers together and holding tight.
Re: Shots Fired, the next day, R (2/2)
“Chris,” Zach murmured, pressing soft kisses down his neck as his fingers brushed deliberately over Chris’ prostate. “I love you so much. I’m going to tell you all the time, until you’re sick of hearing it.”
Chris could barely speak through the sweet jolts of pleasure arcing up his spine. “Never,” he whispered brokenly. “Never get – oh – sick of it. Love you, too.”
By the time Zach finally settled between Chris’ spread legs to push into him, Chris was nearly out of his mind with need. He had no idea how Zach was able to keep the pace so slow, but Chris clung to him and savored each achingly slow thrust until he was sure he would burst from his skin. Without speeding up, Zach shifted, changed the angle and reached between their bodies and Chris came for what felt like hours, trembling and gasping Zach’s name. Only then did Zach finally speed up, burying himself over and over again in Chris’ body until he finally let go.
When Zach’s arms gave out, Chris gathered him up and stroked all the skin he could reach, careful of the bandage on Zach’s left arm. “Crossword?” he whispered teasingly.
“Later,” Zach said, twining their fingers together and holding tight.