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“Oh, fuck,” he whined, wiggling closer to River’s face.

“Can I touch you here?” Chris heard River whisper against the inside of his thigh as he ran his stubbled cheek up and down, abusing the tender flesh of his newly waxed legs. The sensation was almost too much. Every time River moved his face, Chris felt the sharp hairs as if they were little pinpricks on his tender skin.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Words that were nothing but hot pants left Chris’ lips as he struggled to find the words to explain what he wanted. Chris felt keyed up and nervous, unsure whether he would spontaneously nut or if his cock would flag at the possibility of someone touching him there—something he had never allowed before. His body answered for him, or rather River did, as he nosed at Chris’ now half-hard cock. Chris looked down, the heat of shame flooding his face, ashamed of himself, ashamed at his cock for the betrayal of not being able to stay hard.

“What’s wrong?” River said as he rubbed ‌Chris’ thighs and kissed his groin.

“It’s uh, fuck…” Chris was still unable to find the words to explain how terrified he was. Not scared of River per se, more scared of the control he wanted to give him; control he’d never given anyone before. Despite fantasizing about this encounter with River, now that it might actually happen, Chris was almost overwhelmed with anxiety. River kissed his way down Chris’ thigh to his knee, resting his chin on it. The weight of River’s head soothed Chris as he gathered the courage to speak his truth.

“I've never…I've never done this,” he spat, covering his face with his arms, not wanting to see River’s reaction. Chris kept his eyes covered as he felt River shift and crawl up his body, shaking with nerves as he felt River settling his much larger body in Chris’ lap, straddling his thighs, as he lifted the arms off of Chris' face. River’s expression was so tender, it made Chris’ chest feel too small for his thumping heart.

“What do you mean? Are you?” River paused. “Do you only top?”

“I, ah, I mean…no?” The question hung in the air because Chris wasn't sure what else to say. This was a much bigger conversation, and one he didn't want to have right now. “I just—I've never trusted anyone before.” Chris' cheeks burned, and sweat dampened his upper lip as he stammered, “I've touched myself. But doing it with someone else has always scared me.”

Chapter twenty-four

River

It scared me. It scared me. It scared me, played on a loop in River’s head as he pulled Chris’ face to his own and kissed his mouth. Why is he scared? “Okay,” he murmured against Chris’ lips, rocking their foreheads together, “okay.”

A dry, rasping cough escaped Chris, making him look as if he were going to gag before he took a deep breath, swallowed, and finally spoke. “I don't want to talk about it, at least not right now. Can we just?” River stopped his words with a soft kiss that turned into lapping tongues, hot breath, and grinding bodies. River slowed their kisses, massaged Chris’ tongue with his own, and lulled Chris into a trance, his body turning to putty under River’s touch. There he is. There's our home, his soul whispered as they kissed and ground on one another. Chris wriggled underneath him, his cock hard again, his piercings rubbing against the bottom of River’s leaking dick—a feeling River could only describe as a kind of mind-bending pleasure he had never experienced before.

Still locked in the kiss, River shifted and drew Chris onto his lap, fanning Chris's legs so that every inch of his body was exposed. Chris' cock pressed against River's, his legs splayed wide, with his ass nestled between River's thighs, allowing easy access to Chris' hole. "You trust me?" River said and watched as Chris nodded, biting his bottom lip. “I'm not going to do much, okay? Just play, just touch. Okay?” Chris nodded again, leaning in to kiss River's nose, then his lips, finally pulling back to meet River's gaze. “I promise, your body, you call the shots. You want me to stop. Say stop. You want more...you ask. Understand?” River said, cupping Chris' jaw.

“Yes, Sir.” The smirk on Chris’ lips was playful but tender, and River wanted to keep him just like that forever; soft, pliant, and at his fingertips. He wanted to hear “Sir,” falling from Chris’ lips again and again and again.

The slickness of River's spit met his hand before his fist closed around both their cocks, a throaty groan escaping from each man at the contact. “Jesus fuck, Riv,” Chris grunted as he thrust up—his piercings rubbing and massaging River’s dick with every little movement. “Fuck, this feels so good,” he said as River continued jerking them, leaning over to let a long string of saliva drop from his mouth, connecting River’s lips to their cocks. “Holy shit, why is that so hot?” Chris mewled as he ground and thrust into the cylinder of River’s fist.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, your piercings on my cock. Ohhh god, it’s like, it’s like, it’s like a massage chair for my cock.”

“What the fuck?” Chris laughed. “A massage chair for your…Oh, fuck yeah, do that again.” River squeezed them harder, running the palm of his hand over their leaking crowns with the upstroke, taking a finger and pressing it into Chris’ slit. “Jesus fuck, Riv, oh god, I like that.” He was grinding up into River’s hand, the finger digging deeper into his slit. “More, please, more.” So River did, still holding their shafts.

“Lube?” River asked.

“Umm check between the cushions?” Chris said, biting his bottom lip, his eyes glancing off to the side, making River laugh. Reaching between the couch cushions, River yanked out a near-empty bottle of lube.

“Seriously?”

Chris shrugged. “I'm a young guy, living alone. Give me a break.”

“Dirty boy.” Smirking, he popped the cap and dribbled the lube first on Chris’ cock and then over his fingers, using his thumb and forefinger to pry open Chris’ slit. River observed Chris' eyes widen and his jaw slacken in a mixture of delight or astonishment, River wasn't sure. Chris panted, making little “uh, uh, uh” noises, watching as his slit parted like a tiny, expectant mouth.

“You like this?” River spoke while tracing the pad of his pointer over the newly exposed slit of Chris’ cock.

“Mmmhmmm, ung. Jesus, yes,” Chris jerked his hips up, causing River to press in a little harder. "Yeah, like that." His words sounded more like little whimpers as River continued to run the tip of his finger through his slit, pressing in a little farther with each pass. Chris batted River’s hand away and took over stroking them, freeing River’s hands to do as he wished.

River snaked a hand under Chris, squeezing one cheek, smirking as he pulled it to the side. “Can I?” A quiet moan escaped Chris as River asked, leaning forward to kiss him while River's touch traced his rim. Chris gasped against River’s lips, as a full-body shiver ran through him with the touch. “You okay?” Chris nodded and kept stroking them, squeezing at the tip, running his palm over their leaking heads as he massaged Chris’ entrance. Slow swirls of his finger as he stroked them together.

“God, that feels so good, Riv.”

River continued a subtle trace of his fingertip over the sensitive skin of Chris’ entrance, never pressing further. He kissed Chris’ collarbone and licked a path up to his smooth jaw. He bit his chin before pressing the tip of his tongue against Chris’ dimple, “I love this,” he said before pulling back to meet Chris’ stare.

Chris pulled the dimple in tighter before asking for more. “Please, please, please.” Chris' hot panting breath against River’s ear made him shiver. Chris didn't need to beg. River would give him whatever he wanted.

River pressed the tip of his finger against Chris’ hole with the slightest amount of pressure, licking the whimper Chris released right off his lips.

“Gonna, I'm coming,” Chris said like a prayer, the words sweetly breathed into River’s mouth. The raw sounds of his exhales, “ahh…guh…mmm…” and feeling Chris’ hot cum covering both their dicks sent River right over the edge, his eyes never leaving the deep pools of blue in front of him.