Chris caught the eruption, letting the man cum in his mouth. Then, he was up, locking his hands to Ethan’s head, and forcing his mouth to his.
That exchange of kiss and cum did everything it needed to do. The switch turned on, and Ethan went bottom.
ALL THE WAY BOTTOM.
What began as helping him through the storm was now giving him purpose. The taste of his own cum drove him wild, just like Chris knew it would.
For all of them, the way to calm the savage beast was through kinky sex. Men were simple creatures, and this was the best way to refocus.
There was a heated moan, and a whimper of need as Ethan was now more than happy to be led to bed.
As the water shut off, he was being taken by his hand to the main room, where he knew Chris would make him forget everything but that moment.
And he needed it.
Desperately.
One of the saddest parts of being out West was they didn’t have access to The Den of Iniquity anymore.
That was the biggest bummer for all of them. They made memories there that would carry with them through the rest of their lives.
No.
Freaking.
Doubt.
Only, here, it would have to be a bedroom where memories were made.
As he was pushed onto the bed, Chris was on top of him as they rolled around, not fighting for control, but to touch each other. One of Ethan’s favorite things about sex with Chris was that he was a thorough lover.
He missed nothing.
Which wasn’t shocking since he’d learned how to fuck during his time with Elizabeth. Together, they’d made the foundation that set them all up for a kinky bedroom life.
If those memories could talk, there was no doubt they would tell one hell of a tale.
Both men rolled and when Chris got Ethan pinned, he found the handcuffs that Callen kept near the bedside for easy access.
God knew he’d been trapped with them plenty of times, so it was only apropos that he took advantage of them now too.
As he got Ethan’s arms behind his back, he rolled him back over. The man’s hands were pinned under his own ass, lifting his hips just enough to offer him up like a buffet.
And Chris was feasting there.
Without a word, he went back to doing what he’d been doing.
Enjoying the man.
Taking his dick in his mouth, he blew him, working him hard, and to the point that Ethan was begging him. He wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t rough.
He was demanding.
Each of them had their own style in bed, and Chris’ was a cross between masterful and gentle. He wanted submission, but he also wanted the person he was focused on to cum so much they were worn out by it.
“Christopher,” he whispered, as the pleasure had him by the balls. He was no longer thinking about anything but cumming. Ethan’s brain was on autopilot, and his lower brain was fully in control.
The man working over his erection was enjoying himself. The whimpers of pleasure fueled his own sexual desires, and Chris couldn’t wait to get Ethan in his lap.
