He's also a little unclear on how he got naked or Chris got naked (he thinks he might owe Chris a new shirt, though), or how they got to the bed. But he's not about to complain at his good fortune. Not with the way Chris is licking all over the underside of his cock and wrapping full lips over him, making these unreal humming noises and slurping sounds. Chad's always appreciated a good blowjob (and what guy doesn't, honestly), but what Chris is doing to him is just unbelievable. If this is what guys are always like in the sack, it's a wonder that more guys aren't bi. His back arches off the bed when Chris scrapes a gentle slide of teeth along the underside, and Chad fists his hands in Chris' hair – not too tight, but with enough possession so Chris gets the message that yeah, really fucking enjoying this, please don't ever stop. Chris glances up at him and smirks, then slides down again, taking Chad's cock deep in his throat. Chad moans, low and heated, the sheet sticking to his lower back when he lifts his hips off the bed again, thrusting shallowly in Chris' mouth. And he wants this, wants Chris to make him come with that incredible mouth of his, wants to reciprocate and make Chris scream and moan and call his name. And he wants to pass out for a while on Chris' big-ass bed, then wake up and curl into Chris and do it all over again. "Can we...?" he asks, and tugs at Chris until he looks up, lips shiny with spit and pre-come. "Anything you want," Chris rasps, and it's the hottest thing Chad's ever heard. "Could you...want to...same time..." And thank fuck that Chris seems to know what he wants, because he just smiles, slow and sweet and so beautiful that Chad's teeth hurt, and nods before shifting and maneuvering until they're both lying on their sides, cock to mouth, and Chad's finally able to lick and taste and learn what makes Chris shudder while Chris continues to drive him crazy with talented lips and tongue. And Chad still has no idea how he got here, but now that he is, he's not going anywhere.
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