It had been a while since they’d done anything sexual, adjusting to France and Chris putting away his hunting gear and switching to a normal life as a legitimate arms dealer. Their grief sometimes made them not want to do anything but stay in bed, and on those days Chris would just hold Stiles and they’d order in and shut the world out. Today had started like that, and he had forced himself to go to the deal. When he’d returned home, though, Stiles had been perched on the desk wearing nothing and Chris remembered how much he loved the younger man and pulled him in to kiss him hard, pinning him to the desk. It hadn’t taken long for him to undress enough to manhandle Stiles and bend him over. He took his time with his mouth first and then his hand before rocking into Stiles hard and fast. “So beautiful for me, baby.” he praised, leaning over to kiss between Stiles’ shoulders. “I love you.”
16A (Chris and Stiles)
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