The first bout was quick, a lightning round of pleasure. The combination of Chris's attention with tongue and lips and the way that he held him down to control how he could receive the pleasure. Krem's breathing hitched up, higher and higher, until he was arching and crying out with the rapturous pleasure of his orgasm.

He swore in the midst of it, shaking with pleasure as he rode through it. Embarrassingly quick, he felt more heady and overwhelmed now than he had before they'd started, almost incoherent with desire.