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“Shane, oh God.” Chris groaned as he started to pound into Shane faster, matching the new rhythm that Shane had set, nailing Shane’s gland hard. They were fucking. Pure and simple!
The only sounds that could be heard besides Sam Smith’s low sweet voice in the background was their breathless grunts, lustful cries, and the erotic sound of slapping of flesh against flesh as the two men fucked each other’s brains out. Chris slammed into Shane, over and over … shafting his channel with fast, powerful lunges. Shane gave as good as he got. Chris threw his head back with a cry as Shane gyrated sexily against him.
“Oh fuck, Shane.” Chris breathed, his eyes riveted on Shane’s arse. He faltered in his movement momentarily, totally hypnotized by Shane. It felt so good, every muscle in Chris’ body was taut, every nerve ending alight with sensation.
“Chris…” Shane almost sobbed, his body glistening with sweat. The combination of Chris’ fingers caressing and rubbing his pleasure spot and the friction of Chris thick cock rubbing and surging against his prostate was too much. An intense jolt flashed violently through him each time Chris hit that prostate. And at the hard and fast way Chris was plowing into him, that prostate was taking a rough pounding. He was utterly possessed, completely defenseless. Shane’s fingers clawed the sheets till a tearing sound could be heard. He really couldn’t take anymore. “Please…” His body shuddered violently as he whimpered brokenly. “Chris please…”
Chris heard Shane’s voice and felt the change in his body the exact moment Shane totally lost his shit. And at that point, Chris finally let himself go. He allowed himself to become totally immersed in Shane, and not just his body, but his heart, his soul, his thoughts, and emotions. He pulled Shane up and turned his head to capture his mouth in a wild kiss, feeling his own orgasm race hotly down his spine. Chris reached around to touch Shane’s cock and found it soft and wet, confirming that Shane had already spent himself just as Chris had suspected.
And when Shane languidly started to suck erotically on Chris’ tongue, Chris cried out, coming hard, deep in Shane’s arse. The world disappeared as Chris’ body jerked spasmodically in agonized rapture… his long-denied orgasm ripping out hard and fast. Chris held on to Shane throughout his climax, kissing Shane deeply till the world slowly reappeared. Both men moaned as Chris slowly pulled out his softened dick.
Chris drew Shane to the part of the bed that had not been soiled with cum and pushed him onto his back. Then he crawled partially on top of Shane, aftershocks still rattling his wrung-out body.
“Holy fuck,” Chris whispered as he turned his head with the intention of kissing Shane. He froze when he saw the streaks of tears on Shane’s face. “Fuck, Shane, did I hurt you.” Chris’ heart started pounding and it had nothing to do with the mind-blowing sex he’d just had. “Shane…”
“What? No.” Shane’s eyes widened in surprise. “Why would you think that?”
“You have tears on your face.” Chris pointed out.
“Oh… It’s nothing.”
“You expect me to believe that?” Chris whispered, wiping Shane’s face with the covers. “Tell me what the problem is, please. We said we were going to talk about everything remember?”
“Chris it’s nothing. Really. I was just… I love you. So fucking much.” He sighed. “And I’m leaking all over the bed.” He added with a groan.
“Oh fuck.” Chris swore as he rolled off the bed. “Don’t move.”
But by the time Chris got back into the room with a washcloth, Shane had already stripped the bed and was almost done putting clean sheets on. Chris stood there and watched Shane till he was done.
“Dude, I told you not to move.” He said sternly but there was a smile in his voice. Shane grinned as he started towards Chris with a slight limp. Chris swore. “I hurt you.” He groaned, reaching out to draw Shane into his arms.
“Hey?” Shane whispered, looking into Chris’ worried eye. “Don’t. If a little soreness is all I get for this mind-boggling experience, I’ll do it every morning, noon and night.”
Chris didn’t seem convinced. With a moan he hugged Shane tightly, burying his face against Shane’s neck. “Sure you’re okay?” He muttered.
“I’m fine, Chris. Well, I must admit I feel extremely well-fucked.” Shane murmured, kissing Chris softly on the mouth. “What can I say? You rock my world.” Shane purred.
“And you make mine spin,” Chris responded huskily, his eyes alight with satisfaction.
“I know,” Shane responded smugly. “Come on.” He pulled out of Chris’ embrace and took his hand to draw him into the bathroom.
They showered together, lathering each other and rinsing off amidst tiny kisses. They were both exhausted. When they got back to bed, Shane got into his favourite position, with his head on Chris’ chest. Just before he drifted off he thought he heard Chris say ‘I love you too, Shane’, but he was sure his mind was playing tricks on him so he didn’t acknowledge it.
Chris pressed a kiss to Shane’s head and tightened his hold on him. It felt great to finally admit it out loud that he loved Shane, even if Shane hadn’t heard him. Why had he even doubted that in the first place, Chris wondered. He was completely and irrevocably in love with Shane Lewis and he didn’t care who knew. With a contented smile on his face,
Chris drifted off to sleep with one thought in his mind…
He couldn’t wait to show off the love of his life to his squad.
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Who was the better Top? Shane or Chris?