[Erik could keep his reactions more subdued if he felt it necessary, but where's the fun in that? He lets himself lean heavily against the wall, knees locking firm so Chris knows he's in no real danger of toppling. But he's drawing ragged breaths as if he really is desperate for air, and his fingers go from patting Chris's head to gripping hard in his hair once more.]

Yes. Like that. Just like that.

[When Chris has swallowed him down all the way to the back of his throat, he has to catch himself before he thrusts in harder. His fingers dig at Chris's scalp flexing with the effort he expends to hold himself still. Especially when he senses the brush of teeth.]

Mmmm, fuck. You're such a goddamn tease. Get a little rough with me, won't you? I can take it.