There wasn't much sound that could be heard in the room, just the low panting and the odd groan as the two bodies moved in sync on the bed. Then Chris thrust his hips so hard that the man beneath him let out a scream that was loud enough to echo from the walls.
He had a smooth rhythm, rolling his hips expertly and then thrusting with the power the adrenaline gave him. He knew what made Darren fall apart. The rotating movements earned him sounds that lingered in the air. Chris leant down, licking along his neck until he was sucking hard, Darren writhed. With a pump of Chris' fist and a swipe over his sensitive head, Darren came with a moan that Chris swallowed with a smile on his lips.
He shuddered, trying to drag a breath through his abused lips, Chris sucking on the side of his jaw now, still stroking him and running his hand up and down his body, along each rib and over his nipples until he was shaking under him.
Chris locked eyes with him, as he gently rolled him over, 'Shh'ing him when he whined at the pressure on his cock. Chris watched him, touching him all over until he saw his eyes flutter shut. It should have been too soon but Chris' hands were there and then- suddenly he couldn't breathe. He knew where this was going.
Chris laughed as Darren froze for a second, pressing one of his hands onto his back while he ran the edges of his fingers down Darren's spine. Further and further until he reached his ass, squeezing briefly before running a finger along his clenching hole, he gently pressed, feeling Darren shudder. Before he could take a breath he could feel Chris' warm breath along the crease of his ass, blowing cool breaths of air onto him, laughing under his breath as Darren whined.
Suddenly Chris' tongue was there, circling and pressing. He pressed a light kiss before gaining entrance, slowly, so slowly and then that was it. He saw stars.
His heartbeat was thrumming in his ears and he tried to concentrate on the insistent, smooth curves of Chris' tongue on him, the feeling of his fingers, pressing hard on his thighs as he held on, hard enough to bruise. But he didn't care. He couldn't wait to see the marks, and know how he'd got them. Knowing he'd get them again.
Chris reached around and took a hold of his cock, touching him in all the ways he knew so well. Darren tried to hold on but he was too far gone. All too soon again, he came, long and hard across the bed as Chris pumped him through it.
They both collapsed, Chris giggling and shuffling up to lie facing him. He took Darren's face in his hands, leaning down and kissing him gently until he opened his eyes.
Chris smiled, reaching up and running a hand through Darren's hair, he tangled their legs together and leaned close to him, whispering in his ear.
"Tomorrow it's my turn okay?"
Darren just murmered something and pulled Chris closer with the energy he had left, sighing as sleep took over him. For the first time that night, there was silence.