Look at you...making such a handsome picture even as you sleep.
[It's a murmur pressed to Nick's shoulder while his finger presses deeper to stretch and spread the slickness they'd need. Chris' free hand braces across Nick's chest to keep him settled where he is. Diligently, one finger's work turns to two, his own cock hardening in his pants for the promise of replacing his fingers, but he resists the urge to grind his hips up. The less movement, the less likely Nick was to wake up too soon.
When two fingers become three, Chris kisses the back of Nick's neck and pulls his hands back. He should have dealt with his own pants sooner and it's a slightly precarious balancing act as he works to open his jeans and pull himself free, but he manages with some care.]
I've got you.
[He whispers to Nicks' ear as he pushes his pants down further to his knees and finally takes hold of himself to guide the head of his length inside Nick. Chris' hand at his shoulder tightens and the other grabs his hip as he pushes all the way in with a groan.]
[ by the time chris has three fingers stretching him open, it's not subtle any more. his eyes are still closed, body still soft and slack in chris's grip but he's moaning openly and his cock has been hard for a while. there's a gasp when he pulls out, nick tilts his head until they're something close to cheek to cheek. which puts him close enough to hear what sounds an awful lot like a needy whimper.
despite that, his eyes still don't open. not even when chris starts the slow fuck into him, nick's head just rocks back and the moan slides out with his breaths, but he stirs, a little. enough that when he's fully seated on chris's cock he squirms down, and that his eyes flutter open-shut in quick progression.
he's still not there, but he's awake enough that one of his hands comes to grip over the one at his hip, mumbling under his breath. ]
[He smiles to himself, the encouragement was soothing in a way, but he was glad Nick wasn't fully awake yet.
He leans them back, both hands now on Nick's hips, and plants his heels to the floor to give the leverage needed to fuck into him in earnest. His previous caution and gentleness evaporates in favor of need and pleasure as he uses Nick's body for their wants.]
Gods, Nick...
[He breathes, quiet reverence as much as desire in his tone.]
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[It's a murmur pressed to Nick's shoulder while his finger presses deeper to stretch and spread the slickness they'd need. Chris' free hand braces across Nick's chest to keep him settled where he is. Diligently, one finger's work turns to two, his own cock hardening in his pants for the promise of replacing his fingers, but he resists the urge to grind his hips up. The less movement, the less likely Nick was to wake up too soon.
When two fingers become three, Chris kisses the back of Nick's neck and pulls his hands back. He should have dealt with his own pants sooner and it's a slightly precarious balancing act as he works to open his jeans and pull himself free, but he manages with some care.]
I've got you.
[He whispers to Nicks' ear as he pushes his pants down further to his knees and finally takes hold of himself to guide the head of his length inside Nick. Chris' hand at his shoulder tightens and the other grabs his hip as he pushes all the way in with a groan.]
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despite that, his eyes still don't open. not even when chris starts the slow fuck into him, nick's head just rocks back and the moan slides out with his breaths, but he stirs, a little. enough that when he's fully seated on chris's cock he squirms down, and that his eyes flutter open-shut in quick progression.
he's still not there, but he's awake enough that one of his hands comes to grip over the one at his hip, mumbling under his breath. ]
S'good...harder.
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He leans them back, both hands now on Nick's hips, and plants his heels to the floor to give the leverage needed to fuck into him in earnest. His previous caution and gentleness evaporates in favor of need and pleasure as he uses Nick's body for their wants.]
Gods, Nick...
[He breathes, quiet reverence as much as desire in his tone.]