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He pushed inside slowly, not wanting to hurt or overwhelm her, but with the way she was whining and bucking her hips, it didn’t seem like he needed to worry too much. Within minutes his face was buried in her neck, kissing and biting and sucking as he rutted into her again and again, relishing every sensation. Every tangible bit of closeness between them.

“Ah fuck, Christian!” Bailey moaned out, her press-ons threatening to snap off as she raked them down his back.

“Fuck baby girl. Ah, kimochi… shit, feels so fucking good,” Chris grunted, accidentally slipping into Japanese from just how overwhelmed he was. Bailey’s legs hooked around his waist, desperately trying to pull him in deeper, even though he was sure that wasn’t physically possible.

“I love you! I love you so much Chris f-fuck!”

Chris pounded in harder, kissing her deeply as tears flowed freely down his face.

“I love you too baby. Please, never leave me. I can’t… without you… I just can’t,”

“You’re never gonna be without me again! I swear babe, I swear,”

“Bails… I’m close baby, I’m gonna…”

“Me too! Cum for me Chris, please!”

Chris reached beneath Bailey’s skirt, jerking her in time with his frantic, erratic thrusts. It didn’t take long before they cried out in unison, with his hips stuttering as he spilled deep inside her.

Everything was silent, other than the sounds of their ragged breathing and the gentle raindrops tapping the kitchen window.

Eventually, Bailey broke the silence. In that beautiful way she always did.

“Jesus Christ boy,”

They both laughed, and Chris wiped his tears.

“Yeah, I know, that was a lot,”

“With you, everything is,” Bailey replied, kissing him deeply, “but I meant every word I said. I love you Christian Ying,”

“I love you too Bailey. I don’t know what I’m gonna do if I ever lose you,”

“Luckily for you, you’ll never have to find out,”

Chapter 23

Going Under

If Dustin ever told anyone that his greatest weakness was being “too empathetic”, they’d probably look at him like he’d just complained about “pretty people facing prejudice too”.

But it was true.

Because even though he was so beyond fucking fed up with Chris and his bullshit, he couldn’t stop worrying about his safety for even a second. It had been hours since he left, and Dustin half expected him to be back by now. Usually, it only took an hour or so of aimlessly speeding around town blasting music so loud it shook their car’s frame for Chris to cool off.

Clearly this ran deeper than usual for him.

He’d tried calling, but the phone went to voicemail three times in a row.

Before he could spiral further into helplessness, there was a light tap at his door.

He took a deep breath to center his thoughts, and opened it, revealing his father standing there like a lost puppy.

“Yes sir?”

“You should uh, you should go find your brother,” Elliot said, rubbing the back of his neck in some blend of concern and annoyance, “your mom just called. Said she was about to head back from Seattle. Figured that gives us about an hour and a half,”

Ah, that explained it. He didn’t want to face his wife’s wrath when she found out that Chris had been gone for hours and he’d done nothing about it.