Smiling a little, he instantly curled his arm around Darren and held him close, willingly leaning into the kiss he was given. This one was different, though, and it sort of made Chris’s heart ache with something that would probably be called emotion. It caused him to pull away prematurely, lips quirking into a nervous slight smile that he hoped Darren would mistake for post-orgasm embarrassment. Fortunately, Darren seemed to realize the problem in his own pants, and Chris was eager to help him out — anything to get rid of the taste of feelings he had just gotten. “All right,” he breathed, sitting up a bit. “Lie back.” He waited until Darren settled before reaching down to slip off his pajama pants, not bothering with any sort of pretense as he pulled the boxers down in the same motion.
In seconds, Darren was just as naked as he was. He was careful in his touches, gently sliding his fingers along Darren’s length. It was hot and hard under his hand, and Chris curled his fingers carefully around him before beginning to stroke, nice and slow. He leaned in, so their noses touched, breath mingling, but Chris didn’t move closer than that. “I want you to get off in front of me,” he murmured. “Want you to get off in front of me with your own hand and pretend it’s me. I want you to beg for me by the time it’s over.” He gave Darren’s cock a squeeze before letting go, sliding his hands up and down Darren’s torso. “If you do it, maybe I’ll let you come in my mouth.”
Darren’s body fell prone to Chris’s able hands, and he was leaning back and getting comfortable the second Chris told him to. He was kind of desperate and a lot horny and he just, he needed this. He needed it so badly it was almost terrifying. His eyes closed as Chris’s hands made quick work of his clothes, and his body relaxed for a minute before he realized holy shit Chris Colfer was getting him naked. His stomach tensed, though his insecurities fluttered away almost instantly when Chris’s hand started teasing his cock. Darren cried out for it, his body arching up into the touch as he tilted his head to meet Chris’s gaze.
He whined at Chris’s request, his eyes going wide because what. What. What. “Fuck, Chris,” he husked, his mouth hanging open to let out a whine when his hand moved away too soon. But Darren wasted no time in letting his own hand replace Chris’s, and instantly he began a slow, dragging pace. His eyes closed, and Darren slid down just a bit until Chris was hovering completely over him. “Y-you feel so good, Chris,” he found himself mumbling, his fingers curling tighter around the base as he let his hand stroke up, thumb swiping over the tip as he did so. Darren shuddered at the feeling, his toe curling into the mattress as he picked up the pace just slightly. “So good around me, shit.”