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Chris whined, rubbing himself on River like a cat in heat. “I am.”

River dropped Chris onto the bed, then he inched backwards and slid his shirt off, undid his pants and wiggled them off his hips and down his legs, before kicking them to the floor. River watched as Chris took himself in hand. Already hard and leaking, his ladder glistened with the precum that oozed down his shaft. River wanted to lick it all up, wanted to feel the weight of Chris on his tongue, wanted to drink every last drop of Chris’ release before fucking him into the mattress and making him come again.

“Riv, come here.”

River had no choice but to obey, his body sliding up Chris' form before he settled his full weight upon him, causing a contented sound to rumble from his chest.

“You like this. You like me on top of you, my weight holding you down.”

“Yes,” Chris hissed. “Now get undressed. Please.”

Finally naked, River laid his body on Chris’ again, slick hot skin against slick hot skin—Chris said please, and Chris said tell me you want me. River found his voice with difficulty because the emotion of the words he wanted to say were choking him. He wanted to say I need you more than my next breath, only you, all the time. I want to keep you and love you forever, but those words were too much for right now. So instead River whispered a grumbling “yes, I want you” into the juncture of Chris’ shoulder. As River bit his neck, Chris’ powerful, slight body trembled under River’s. River reached over and grabbed the lube. He wet his fingers before making slow, lazy circles around Chris’ entrance, causing Chris to wiggle his hips trying to get closer. Trying to make River go faster, give him more before his body was ready.

Chris was a panting, moaning mess under River, whimpers of “please and more” dripping from his lips as River pushed one finger and then two inside him. Scissoring and stretching Chris, making sure he was loose and ready, before River lined himself up with Chris’ hole.

River was so hard it was almost painful, and he was as needy for Chris as Chris seemed to be for him. His cock throbbed and leaked precum onto Chris’ assshole as he lubed himself up and gave himself a few lazy strokes, taking a few cleansing breaths, hoping he wouldn't nut as soon as he pushed in. Chris’ eyes were closed, and he had the prettiest pink blush that ran from his chest to his cheeks. A light sheen of sweat covered his body, and he kept making those cute little whines River loved and had missed for the past month. River wanted to eat every one of them from his lips. “Look at me,” River commanded, and Chris’ eyes popped open–wide and blue and so soft. Fuck, River loved him. He smiled and cupped Chris’ cheek, “Are you going to be good for me?”

Chris nodded and responded in an octave so close to River’s own voice—soft and rumbling—it brought a stinging wetness to his eyes. “Always.” Chris sounded wrecked and needy and as vulnerable as River did, and all River could think was I need this to be good for you, I need you to know I’ll always take care of you, as he slowly pushed the head of his cock through the first ring of muscle.

“Relax for me,” River coaxed as Chris moaned below him. “Shhh,” petting a soothing rhythm down Chris’ ribcage, caressing his hips, before kneading the taught muscle of his perfect ass, gently prying him open further with trembling fingers to watch as his cock slid inside Chris' perfect little hole.

“So pretty, baby, your hole looks so pretty stretched around my cock,” he whispered as he leaned down to lick the sweat that had gathered in the divots of Chris’ collarbone.

“Oh, Riv, fuck. I feel so full. Slowwww,” Chris whined and panted making those sweet little “ah, ah, ah’s” River loved so much as he dropped his weight painstakingly slowly, inch by painstaking inch, until they were flush against one another, River’s groin to Chris plump ass, River’s full weight pinning Chris to the bed. With a tender touch, River wrapped his arm around Chris’ middle, shifting them to their sides, and felt as Chris melted against his chest; the last bit of Chris’ body gave way as he surrendered to the shift in position. River heard little puffs of air leave Chris’ mouth as River played kisses up and down the back of his neck.

“You okay?” He spoke against the base of Chris' skull.

“Yessss.” The word hissed from Chris’ lips, echoing around the still room with a gentle vibration.

"I'm going to move," River said as he splayed the breadth of his hand on Chris' stomach, as he kissed feather-light lips to Chris' shoulders, as he nuzzled his nose into the warm, damp skin of Chris' back. All River received back was a soft squeeze to his forearm and an almost silent "yesss," as River took Chris' length in his hand and stroked in time with his thrusts. His grip, loose and wet from Chris' precum. "More," Chris groaned as he fucked back onto River's cock and thrust forward into River's fist. But River didn't listen. He kept a slow, steady rhythm and whispered how perfect Chris was into his ear, sucking his lobe into his mouth, and then Chris was coming. Short little pants of "hu, hu, hu," as Chris' cum covered River's fist. He milked him through his orgasm until Chris squirmed and begged him to stop. River let go of Chris' cock, lifting his messy hand to Chris' mouth.

“Clean these,” he said as Chris pulled River’s fingers into his mouth and sucked. The feeling of Chris’ ass squeezing his cock and Chris’ hot wet mouth cleaning his fingers was too much and River came on a long exhale, flooding Chris with a month's worth of tension pulsing from his cock—biting his tongue so the words I love you wouldn't fall from his lips.

Chapter thirty-three

River

Chris’ loud voice echoed through the poolroom as he floated on his back. “Want to go to The Barn tonight?"

River didn’t know what to say. Was he curious about The Barn? Sure. Did he want to go? He wasn't so sure. “Uhhh, why?”

“The guys have been texting me for weeks, wanting us to come, and they will all be there tonight. Come on, let's go. It will be fun to go out.”

“Hey…I'm trying to think. Quit splashing me.”

Chris splashed more water at River’s face, “Quit thinking. We are going. The guys are all great. Well, Phae is a little…intense? But they're good people. Everyone will be nice. Please.” The last word was said with a whine, so he sounded just like a petulant child.

“Okay, okay, yeah, let’s go.”

“Yes,” Chris did a little jumping punch out of the water, then came over to kiss River. “Fuck, I’ll never get sick of getting to kiss you again.”

“Mmm, same.”

“So…one more thing,” Chris started, biting his pouty bottom lip, turning to swim away, but River stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“What, baby?”

“Umm well, there is another family dinner is this weekend. I can’t push Laura off anymore, I have to go to this one unless we want her showing up uninvited and breaking down the door,” Chris said as he rolled his eyes, looking exasperated. “You really don’t have to come, but um, I’d like you to, and Brooke will be there.”