Stiles groaned, pushing back against the older man, hands gripping tightly at the desk as Chris thrust deep and hard inside of him. “L-love you too…” he gasped out sharply. He needed this… the reminder that they were alive, that despite everything they’d lost, they still had one another…
Blue eyes closed as he pressed kisses up to tye back of Stiles’ neck, biting and sucking a mark into pale skin. Chris continued to move before he slowed down, easing himself in and out as he leaned over, laying his body over Stiles’. “Do you want to cum like this, Stiles? Or should I flip you over so I can watch you fall apart for me?” He asked softly, hips rolling as he spoke, looking for that special bundle of nerves he knew drove his young lover insane with pleasure.
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