The second Darren’s hands were on him, Chris was taking a shuddering breath, shivering half because his torso was exposed to the chilly air of Darren’s bedroom and half because Darren’s hand felt so damn good. It was warm, rough, and calloused, sliding over his skin so slowly. Chris didn’t often let people get him with his shirt off, but he couldn’t remember why exactly that was. Darren’s mouth was warm and wet and perfect against his neck, and that hand was just so firm and arousing that he was leaning into it, arching into Darren’s touch and moaning softly for more. And more he did receive.
The second Darren’s hand pressed against his crotch. Chris’s eyes rolled back, fingers gripping tightly at his friend’s shoulders. “Darren, god, yes,” he groaned, hips stuttering forward against his knuckles. He didn’t have long to wait before his jeans were pushed down, and he quickly kicked them off, tossing them elsewhere onto the floor. Once he settled back onto the pillows, his eyes found Darren’s feeling the blush creep up his chest and neck, turning his cheeks red with nerves. “Darren?” he said softly, the arm closest to his friend reaching out to loop around his neck, gripping his shoulder tightly. “I don’t want to talk about my ex-boyfriends right now. Okay?” He chuckled breathlessly, though the sound abruptly died off when Blaine’s hand slid into his underwear.
The second that hand was around him, Chris mewled, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned his forehead against Darren’s neck. His lips brushed over any skin he could reach, breath beginning to come out in shallow pants. The pressure around his cock was so tight and hot and slow, the movement of Darren’s fist nice and steady and slow. Chris could feel the heat building, curling his toes and flushing his skin, but it wasn’t enough, wasn’t getting him there — but he knew that if Darren wanted to, he’d let him. It wasn’t every day he was so completely at another person’s mercy. “Uh huh,” he groaned out, fingers digging into Darren’s shoulder. “L-Like that, nnngh~” His words dribbled off into another groan, hips rolling forward into the tight coil of Darren’s fist.
Well, this was different. Not bad different, though. It was actually really hot, and Darren was surprised at the shot of arousal that zipped up his spine when Chris started whining and moaning and grinding into his hand. It made him let out a low groan of his own as his fingers curled tighter against his cock, his hand slowly moving with the gyrations of Chris’s hips. His head tilted back when he felt Chris’s lips against his neck, and Darren’s own eyes closed at the feeling of his breath against him, hot and sticking to his skin.
He knew Chris needed more, so without waiting, Darren moved a little faster. Nothing too much, though. He could be a tease when he wanted to. And when would he ever have the chance to get Chris like this again? It was oddly thrilling, being in charge of how he got off and when he got off, and Darren’s hips moved against his will, rolling against Chris’s thigh as his thumb swiped over the head of Chris’s cock. His hand moved as well as it could in the confines of his underwear, but after a few more pumps, his wrist starting aching from the angle, and Darren had to pull away, his nails scratching at the waistband of his briefs as he mouthed at the side of Chris’s throat lightly.
“I-if this isn’t okay, just kick me,” he husked, his voice low and scratchy. Without waiting, Darren let his fingers curl against the fabric, carefully applying pressure as he pulled them down. Instantly, his eyes followed his movements, and they grew three sizes when Chris’s cock sprang free from it’s confines. Swallowing hard, Darren held back a moan as his hand instantly resumed it’s previous ministrations, his fingers curling more tightly around him as he moved just as slow as before, his lips falling to suck at Chris’s earlobe as he rolled against him.