The water feels cool again compared to the heat in him and his song shifts in subtle notes, leaving him barely any time to realize what he’d tried to do again. Guilt runs as a background chord to the sparking jolt of pleasure he’s pulled into.

Part of his mind pushes back. Jon doesn’t want this. He hadn’t intended this…yet requested the closeness and the bites. More rain on him and he groans and rolls his hips into I’ll-practiced fingers.

‘Mine. Stay. Closer. Closer.’ His song calls out and Chris tries to pull Jon down onto him, even with the awkward angle that would put them in.

“Need you…I don’t…doesn’t have to be this-just you.”

It’s not enough. The words are a pale thing compared to his meaning and relaxing seems an impossible feat.