• WHO → Chris Colfer, Darren Criss.
• WHERE → Casa de RiCriss.
• WHEN → The evening of Sunday, July 1st, 2012.
• NOTES → praise lord jesus in heaven above

CHRIS COLFER:

Honestly, Chris could barely focus on anything that wasn’t Darren’s hand around his cock. Even reminding himself to breathe properly was a challenge, and he found himself holding his breath often, until his head got a little fuzzy and he had to suck in a huge breath of air. When he exhaled, his breathing was shaky, unsteady as Chris let go of Darren again. It was too difficult to keep himself upright and steady, not when he felt like he was unraveling at the seams. He kept one hand on Darren’s bicep, squeezing tight, like it was anchoring him to reality. It wasn’t until Darren was kissing him that Chris realized he had moved, and he eagerly kissed back, whimpering softly against Darren’s mouth when he pulled away.

The noises kept pouring from his mouth as Darren kissed and sucked his way down Chris’s neck - a particularly sensitive spot, really - but Chris tried his best to stifle himself so that he didn’t alert the people sitting out in the living room, just beyond the wall, about what they were up to. Darren seemed to know what he was doing, so Chris just let him, his hand moving from Darren’s bicep to his hair, fingers threading into the curls and holding on tightly. And then Darren’s mouth was around hisnipple and Jesus fucking Christ that shouldn’t have felt as good as it did.  Chris finally got a second to breath when Darren moved lower, bed creaking a little as he did, simply attacking in the feeling of how adored Darren’s lips all over him made him feel. If anything, it made the heat bubbling just under his skin even more intense.

He didn’t even realize that Darren had traveled so far south until the kisses stopped. Chris raised his head and loosened his grip on Darren’s curls for a moment. “Darren?” he began to ask, but the name sort of faded off into a surprised gasp, and Chris quickly clapped a hand over his mouth, biting down into the fleshy side of his palm to keep from crying out. His hips stuttered forward involuntarily, toward that warm wet heat that Darren was teasing him with. “Yes,” he gasped, when he felt like he could speak at a relatively reasonable decibel level. “Oh, god, yes, Darren, don’t stop.”

DARREN CRISS:

Well, that wasn’t a bad reaction. Darren grinned around Chris’s cock when Chris seemed to react to his mouth, though his head leaned back into Chris’s hand a bit at the feeling of his fingers tugging at his curls. He was tempted to let one hand reach out and peel Chris’s palm away from his mouth — Darren wanted to hear him, he wanted to hear what he was doing to Chris, and he wanted to know how good he was making him feel. But, seeing as Joey and Blaine were literally two rooms over, Darren let Chris have his way and instead curled his hands around the sides of Chris’s waist, his thumbs rubbing small patterns against his skin as he continued to work.

He kept it light at first, just quick swipes of his tongue against the head of Chris’s cock as his lips occasionally brushed around the side. This was his first time doing this, after all, and he didn’t want to like, die. Once he felt himself get more comfortable with it, he scooted a bit closer and let his mouth move down his shaft, taking him about a third of the way into his mouth. The hot, heavy feeling of Chris’s cock against his tongue was unusual, but it wasn’t unwelcomed, and Darren moaned in appreciation as he let his lips suck and his tongue swirl against him. His hands gripped a little tighter at Chris’s hips, and at some point Darren began pulling him forward, causing more of Chris to slip into his mouth as he relaxed his jaw bit by bit.

When Darren had taken Chris more than halfway into his mouth, his breathed roughly through his nose, his eyes closing as he gave another moan and moved back. He began bobbing slowly, his cheeks hollowing out on the upstroke as he kept a hand curled around the base of Chris’s cock, keeping him from coming. Darren figured he’d let him come when Chris was begging for it. He still needed a little bit of control here, after all, seeing as he was about to turn into a pile of Darren goo in three seconds. He pulled at Chris’s hips again, showing him that it was okay to rock into his mouth as he sucked him off, his tongue dragging against the underside of his cock as he pulled off with an obscene pop.

(via sassmastercolfer)