Chris doesn’t seem upset that John is phasing in and out of wakefulness, which is just as well since he started the whole thing with John out for the count.
He was aware of rumbling sleepy endearments every now and then but he wasn’t even sure he was making any sense or even how long he dozed in between because when he woke with the full feeling of fingers gently fucking his ass, he couldn’t remember when Chris had started fingering him in the first place.
It was a strange feeling, what with his cock not reacting one bit, but not entirely an unpleasant one.
He could feel Chris’ fingers moving; slow and short motions that had his heart hammering and his belly feel like it was filled with hot, thick liquid. He’d like to know how much time has gone by; how swollen Chris’ lips were by now, but he couldn’t bring up the strength to lift his head and try to peer at him through the darkness.
Chris was unrelenting in his greed, soldiering on like he did have a real, hard dick scraping down his throat instead of the warm, soft mouth full that he was contentedly suckling on in strong pulls that only added to the warmth in John’s belly, but also made him confusedly feel like he had to piss real bad.
“Fuck,” he whispered, a low, rough expletive as the lust suddenly crested and he was close to… close to…
Chris moved his finger, his pale blue eyes suddenly glowing through the darkness like a cat’s – alert and curious as he zeroed in on the plump gland of John’s prostate, fingers rubbing and prodding and making insistent love to it until John cried out raggedly, body tight and fingers flexing in the bedding.
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