Remedy [MxM]

Chapter 10: Dates Also (Sometimes) End With Sex

"Aha! Found it."

He frowned, squinting to try and read the bottle. "What is it?"

"Massage oil. Used to be Linsey's, but she'd fall asleep every time we used it, so. Now it can be used as lube."

Chris snorted quietly. "I always sort of pictured you as the type of person to have a bunch of sex toys. And flavored lubricant."

Laughing, I shook my head. "Don't actually like toys. And, considering I was previously with a woman, I didn't really need any sort of lube."

He smiled a little, bringing both of his hands up to wrap around my waist. "What happened to going slow?"

"Oh, I still plan on it," I responded, putting the bottle on top of the table, "It's just so I know where it is."

Chris hummed quietly, leaning up to nip at my neck as I tried to pull off his boxers. It was a little difficult, as he refused to cooperate, but I managed. Soon enough, our last articles of clothing had joined everything else scattered on the floor in various places, and I stretched out along Chris's body, pressing against him lightly. He inhaled deeply through his teeth, arching his back and hips up into mine as I smiled.

"Don't start getting impatient. I might make you wait longer."

"Fuck you," he glared slightly as I tried to hide my laugh, running my hands up and down his sides repeatedly before one began to travel down lower. He gasped quietly when I brushed against his erection, biting his lower lip lightly.

I did it again, watching his nose scrunch up. It was fairly entertaining, but I did suppose that I should probably move on. Preferably before he started getting bitchy. I reached over to the oil on the table, pouring some in my hands and rubbing them together as I straddled Chris's waist again, moving his legs apart with my knees.

He watched silently as I leaned back, moving one of his legs up and circling around his hole, occasionally pushing the pad of my finger in, but not the whole digit as I watched his reaction. He was fairly relaxed as he tended to be at that stage, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. I took another minute before pushing in my finger, moving it in and out slowly while pressing against the walls lightly. His eyes opened at that, but his expression didn't change as he watched me quietly.

I added a second finger and started with a scissoring motion while his nose scrunched up again, making me lightly rub his thigh. Then, without even letting myself think too long on it, because I'd probably back out if I did, I leaned forward, taking the head of his erection into my mouth. For future reference—the specific taste of 'penis' isn't exactly a good one. I heard him inhale as my tongue swirled around the head, using the hand that wasn't currently up his ass to grip the base, moving up and down and squeezing in time with my other hands movements.

Naturally, Chris is a fairly quiet person during sex, but apparently not when it comes to blow jobs. He gave off a quiet moan as I ducked my head further, and one of his hands came down to grab the back of my head. He pushed me down further, and whether or not it was a conscious move was beyond me as I felt him hit the back of my throat, making me inhale sharply at the brief shock of suffocating for a minute. I tried to hum my irritation at the movement, but that seemed to make it worse as he moaned louder, scratching my scalp with his nails.

"Fuck," he mumbled quietly. I decided that he was prepared well enough, pulling my fingers out and releasing his erection from my mouth, wiping some spit from my chin with the back of my hand. I positioned myself to enter him and was about to move forward when he stopped me, placing a hand on my chest. I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.

He was breathing heavily, motioning for me to come closer with his hand. As I bent down, his hand moved to the back of my neck, pulling me down toward him. I stared back at him for a second before he leaned up, kissing me softly. I kept our mouths connected as I moved forward, feeling myself slowly entering him as he made an uncomfortable noise. I waited until I was all the way in to stop, and I could feel the muscles in Chris's thighs twitching against my sides. Pulling away from him a little, I watched as he glanced down, sighing quietly.

"You alright?" I asked quietly. He looked back up to me, nodding after a short hesitation.

"Yeah. Just a little uncomfortable."

I nodded back, leaning down to kiss his neck lightly. It was only a few more seconds before Chris began to rock against me, wrapping his arms around my back. "Move."

Hiding a small smile, I grabbed one of his legs to pull it up over my shoulder for better access, sliding out slowly. Chris didn't make any negative expressions or sounds, so I waited a second before slamming back into him. The sharp inhale surprised me as I jumped slightly at the sound, but only faltered for a second before I picked back up, settling for a moderate pace.

Chris's breathing picked up again, with quiet moans thrown in on occasion, depending on how fast I went. My own breathing had started to pick up, but I ignored it and the tired feeling I was getting in my thighs. But of course, you can only stay on your knees like that for so long, and as one of my legs slipped slightly I swore, rolling my eyes. Chris, however, didn't seem to mind the change in position. In fact, he gave such a strong reaction that I had to stop for a second because I thought I'd done something wrong.

"What? What's wrong?" I asked quickly. He shook his head immediately, and looked like he almost rolled his eyes, but thought against it half-way through the motion.

"Nothing, do that again."

I faltered, but snapped my hips forward again, raising my eyebrows as he moaned loudly. "Yeah, just uh, keep doing that. Right there," he told me.

I did as told, listening as Chris steadily got louder with each thrust. I assumed I was hitting his prostate, by his reactions, which admittedly wasn't something I was the best at. I could only think of one or two other times that I'd managed it unintentionally. After several minutes we'd somehow managed to change positions to where he was practically sitting on top of me, resting his forehead on my shoulder while I held his waist, keeping him still. It's somewhat difficult to keep a fast pace when there's about 180 pounds on top of you.

"Holy shit. Faster. Oh my God."

I will admit that I was spurred on by Chris' commentary, since he's usually so quiet, but I was starting to get tired. Which is mainly why I was thankful when he was close to being finished.

"Oh fuck Arden. Fuck, I'm gonna—shit."

It's about goddamn time. I quickened my pace, pulling him down each time I thrusted into him. It couldn't have been more than five seconds later that he moaned loudly and said a few unintelligible words—I believe my name was in there somewhere—before his breathing evened out, and his legs were shaking with the effort to hold himself up so his weight wasn't entirely on me. The clenching that always came from one of Chris's orgasms was an absolutely wonderful thing that had me following him along over the edge, groaning quietly.

Chris was still leaning on me heavily when we were both spent, but was slowly moving over until he was laying back on the bed, pulling on my arm to get me to lay next to him. I smiled slightly, but the protest from my thighs as I moved made me wince a little bit in the process. It was a nice burn though, one that I'd be feeling for the next day or two at least and would make me smile every time, probably.

"Well. That was interesting." I mumbled. Chris snorted in response, closing his eyes and rubbing the side of his face. I took a minute before leaning up, holding myself up with my arm as I leaned over and kissed his forehead. He sighed contently, opening his eyes to look up at me tiredly.

"I—thank you, Arden. For everything," he murmured. I was slightly confused by that. Why was he thanking me? I chose to question it later though, after some much needed sleep, and instead smiled back.

"You're welcome."