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Jacob comes and tenses around him and it drags a needy sound from Chris that quickly turns into something hungry. He needs more. He needs to fill his lover and fuck him into his own daze and he needs to mark him. Something possessive curls in his stomach that has him rolling his hips again as his cock finally fills out as wide as it will go this time. Certainly comparable to a man's fist, if not a bit more, and his patience snaps as he plows through that tight clench of his lover's body. All of his thoughts are on fucking Jacob and how deeply he can press inside him, the way his body stretches and gives way to him just as hungrily.

Chris' mind goes blank as his pleasure climbs higher and his nails dig into that precious skin. When he finally comes, his groan is more like a growl as he buries his teeth into the meat of Jacob's shoulder and his cock into the younger man's body. Pulse after endless pulse of cum empties from him and the grind of his hips through it inevitably causes some to leak out and spill down their thighs.

After what feels like too long, the flow begins to slow and Chris' teeth let go to be replaced with reverent kisses. "You're mine....gods know you're mine. Don't ever forget it." The scene is gone from him, though he knows the words likely could fit there too, if it weren't for the deep adoration and near-worshipful tone in his voice.