[ There's this part of Kyle that knows that their play together is just that. The weight on his chest is an agreement between them, just as their words are. And yet he knows that Chris is capable of more, but that is nothing in his mind in that moment.

This is about offering himself to a man he cares about, one he knows he's falling for, and knowing that he will be taking as much as he gives and that delights him as well. How much between them is shared. Any imbalances are by choice, and something in that Kyle loves.

Even if right now feels all about him.

The raw excitement of having the cloth literally ripped from him. The slick strokes of Chris' hand and he whimpers at the sensation. He might be pinned by his chest but he can't help the way his hips roll, fucking himself up into that slick grip. ]

I'll give you everything, Chris. Everything I can.

[ Meaning those words even as he feels the tightness around his cock. Hot and almost too tight, a rough stroke even as Chris takes Kyle without hesitation. ]

That's it. Come on, Gorgeous, take it all. Show me you can take it all.