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Happily done.

[Chris' smile flashes to something devilish and playful as he gives a quick peck to Erik's cheek. As though this were a simple and chaste game.

Far less chaste is the way he easily slides down to his knees, hands skating down Erik's body as he goes. There's no need for preamble as he reaches again to untuck that hardened length from the other man's pants and stroke nimble fingers along it. He presses a kiss to the tip as his fingers take hold of the base and Chris looks up to find Erik's eyes. He liked to be watched in this, and he holds those lovely eyes with his as he licks a long stripe up the underside of Erik's cock and then along the ridge near the tip.]

Ah, yesss

[The words come out a hissing sigh as Chris releases him from his pants and strokes him. Such lovely attention deserves all the reward he can give, so he pats Chris's hair affectionately, as he stares the man in his lovely green eyes. They remind him of dew sparkling on fresh green leaves.

Erik's own eyelids flutter briefly as Chris takes him by the base and licks up him. He's sensitive all over, but the base... that's where it hits best. Then again, the way Chris's tongue runs along his ridge has him shuddering just as hard with delight.]

Such a clever tongue you have.

[Erik's reactions are sublime and all the encouragement needed to start in earnest. He had promised to show what his mouth could do. And then some.

He keeps his hold, fingers only moving so he kept thumb and forefinger around the base and gave himself more surface to lave in detailed attention.

And more length to take in when Chris finally closes his eyes in pleased concentration as he works a slow slide of Erik's cock into his mouth. His tongue dances through the slit at the tip, then down the side and under as he dips lower. And lower. He stops with a nearly harsh suck once the head rests near the back of his throat. All in good time.

For now, he bobs with the ease of practice, his gentle tongue offset by the occasional brush of teeth along smooth skin.

[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.

[The way he's braced is nice, like he couldn't (likely could) hold himself up all the same. Nicer still is that hard grip in his hair. For a moment, he could picture that restraint snapping, the harsh thrust of Erik using his throat...and it shoots straight to his cock.

For now, he pulls back and all the way off to press a teasingly gentle kiss to Erik's head. He smiles sweetly up at the vampire, even if he's still beholden to the hands in his hair.]

Oh, I will...I've no doubt you can handle it...now trust me that I can as well. [His smile turns a touch more wicked.] I've trained down my gag reflex...you're invited to test it...

[Then he's got lips around that enticing cock once more as he takes Erik down, not just to the edge of his throat, but into it. The image in his mind's eye conjures pictures of Chris buried deep in the man before him, of what it might feel like to have this cock in his hand while he railed Erik as hard as he could...what it might feel like to have the vampire buried in him, thrusts deep and unrelenting...

He pulls back enough to moan into Erik's cock, his tongue pressed to the under side to have the vibrations sink into his flesh, takes a breath, then swallows him down again.]

[What is it about gentle kisses and a sweet smile laid side by side with such salty words that drives Erik so madly into lust? He can't say, but he beams down on Chris with such honest affection in return.]

What a marvelous invitation. I wholeheartedly accept it-Ah! Christ!

[That exclamation is loud and exceptionally involuntary. Not that he didn't take Chris at his word, but it's quite a pleasant surprise, all the same, to feel himself down the man's throat, and so seemingly effortlessly. Now the heavy breathing isn't just for show. He needs it to steady himself.]

Oh, Chris... [He's hoarse, breathless.

This time he doesn't hold himself back. As Chris swallows him down he forces in harder, using the grip on Chris's hair to make sure he can't pull away from it. He won't linger too long, not wanting to actually choke the man, but he also won't give Chris much chance to rest between this and his next thrust either.]

Such a beautiful, fuckible mouth on you.

[He uses rthe next chance to breathe as a moment to make his enjoyment known, to moan low for how Erik uses his throat just how Chris wants. Well...almost. The next moment he has to breathe, he takes a deeper breath and then moves his hands up to cup the curve of Erik's ass and press him in when he seems ready to pull back out.

Chris can't stop him, of course, but it's invitation further. He can hold his breath much longer than most and he had every intention to use it to Erik's benefit.

The thrusts turn his mind to soft fuzz and sensation and he wants nothing more than to lose himself in that and the beautiful sounds of the other man's enjoyment. What thought he does have he spares to the careful, jolting scrape of teeth along soft skin as Erik pulls out next.]

[Erik's eyes blaze with dark delight when, just as he's about to pull back to give Chris room for air, hands on his ass stop him, insisting on keeping him in.

He'll trust Chris not to let himself be gagged to death. And with an invitation this good, who is he to turn it down?

So, rather than pull away, he pushes back in nice and tight into Chris's throat, groaning appreciatively as his cock spasms in the warm tight heat. And without backing out, he rocks his hips forward more, reveling in the friction all around him.]

My God [It's a desperate whisper] you're going to make me lose it like this. Mmmmm, yes!

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