Stop wasn't meant to be a word he listened to, but he can't help the need to comply when Jacob says it. Especially not for that reason. The game is half out the window in seconds as Chris buries himself deep and presses kiss after kiss to Jacob's back and neck.

"You want to feel how you stretch around me? How my cock grows and works you open bit by bit? It's set for twice as big at most...which is impressive enough, but how much more do you think you could take? Size of my fist and...how much more before you lose all thought? Maybe next time, we start here, working you open to wider than you think possible and filling you over and over as my stamina never runs out?" There were tattoos and magic for both and while they appealed to Chris in several ways, he'd never so desperately wanted to use them before Jacob. Anything to keep his love satisfied, to meet whatever need he might have.

His length expands further, nearly finished now but not quite and Chris gives a quick thrust of his hips meant to drive the breath from Jacob as grinds in deep again.

Chris presses his lips right against the base of Jacob's neck, voice dropping lower than ever in the hopes what he needs to say didn't ruin the effect of the scene. "You have no idea how much I love and treasure you, Jacob Frye."