[Kyle's pressing the boundaries and Chris might as well 'reward' him in his curiosity. That strength is in both arms and the hand curled around Kyle's cock strokes and pumps him gently before letting go entirely and fisting in the seam of Kyle's pants. The crotch doesn't stand much of a chance with how thin the fabric is and Chris pulls it apart to have better access. At least some lube would be wise for the both of them and Chris reaches into his pant's pocket next to grab the small bottle he'd brought.
His teeth help with the lid even though he's sure his 'captive' wouldn't try to flee, it was part of the illusion. He does put the bottle back when he's got what he's after and fists his hand around Kyle's cock again to stroke the lube over it. It wasn't exactly generous, but it's enough and he wastes no time making quick work of his own pants with climbing off his lover to strip below the waist.
Any pretense at resistance Kyle offers is met with firm strength and sharp warning look, though he keeps a sharp eye for any doubt or genuine discomfort in case he needs to meet it with a softer touch or a kiss.]
Let's see how good you'll be for me now, Kyle...cock filling me, blood on my hands, your voice ringing in the air...I bet you'll be exquisite.
[Certainly, he wastes no time on one of those as he straddles Kyle again, angles his cock with the hand not holding him down, and sinks down on it slowly and with a sharp hiss. He doesn't bottom often, as welcome as he is for it, and the lack of true preparation puts a burn in him that Chris relishes and arches into.]
no subject
[Kyle's pressing the boundaries and Chris might as well 'reward' him in his curiosity. That strength is in both arms and the hand curled around Kyle's cock strokes and pumps him gently before letting go entirely and fisting in the seam of Kyle's pants. The crotch doesn't stand much of a chance with how thin the fabric is and Chris pulls it apart to have better access. At least some lube would be wise for the both of them and Chris reaches into his pant's pocket next to grab the small bottle he'd brought.
His teeth help with the lid even though he's sure his 'captive' wouldn't try to flee, it was part of the illusion. He does put the bottle back when he's got what he's after and fists his hand around Kyle's cock again to stroke the lube over it. It wasn't exactly generous, but it's enough and he wastes no time making quick work of his own pants with climbing off his lover to strip below the waist.
Any pretense at resistance Kyle offers is met with firm strength and sharp warning look, though he keeps a sharp eye for any doubt or genuine discomfort in case he needs to meet it with a softer touch or a kiss.]
Let's see how good you'll be for me now, Kyle...cock filling me, blood on my hands, your voice ringing in the air...I bet you'll be exquisite.
[Certainly, he wastes no time on one of those as he straddles Kyle again, angles his cock with the hand not holding him down, and sinks down on it slowly and with a sharp hiss. He doesn't bottom often, as welcome as he is for it, and the lack of true preparation puts a burn in him that Chris relishes and arches into.]
Fuck you feel good...