It was messy, wet, hot and Chris really couldn't think much beyond the tight clench and the sheer amount of wet against him and around him. The higher function of his brain finally shut off.

Chris grabbed Krem's hips roughly and hauled him closer so that he could fuck him harder and harder as he raced to catch up the tension in his gut coiling tighter and tighter. Until, just like him, it snapped. He groaned loudly as he came, one, two spurts inside him before he pulled out and stroked more come from his cock onto Krem's stomach.

He sat back on his heels panting hard as the last of the pleasure drained from him. Chris felt tired in the best way. He rested his hands on his thighs as he caught his breath. Fuck, that was good. Really good.

"You good?" he asked when he found his breath. Chris ran a hand through his hair, pushing the short, sweat soaked strands back.

Krem looked good like that, a flushed, fucked out mess.