[Whether it's the motion or the words, one or both of them earn a shudder from him and gooseflesh down his neck and arms. His next breath is strained and his fingers abandon their hold on Erik's shoulder to stroke through his hair instead.]

Is that what you'd like? Keep me under tongue for so long I start to squirm and beg? I don't make a habit of begging for anything.

[The hand at Erik's hip finally makes a nuisance of itself as though to prove his words and slips back to grab at Erik's ass, Chris' long arms making up some for the fact he wasn't willing to move his neck from the other man's mouth. Not yet.]