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Darren was just about to push the door to the bathroom open when the closet door next to it was slammed open and he was pulled inside.
"What the...?!"
He shout of protest was cut off with a pair of very familiar lips being smashed against his own in a kiss all teeth and tongue.
Chris.
Darren moved his hands behind Chris' back and lowered them towards his ass, getting a firm grip of the perfect round globes there.
He pulled up and Chris instantly wrapped his legs around Darren's waist in the narrow cupboard.
The erections they were still sporting pressing together through the thin fabric of their costumes, eliciting a moan from both men.
"God baby!" Darren panted against Chris' mouth.
"You can't just dance up on me like that in a room full of people! You were lucky I didn't take you there and then."
Chris began rocking his hips down onto Darrens gaining the friction they both needed.
"I wouldn't have minded." He whispered darkly into Darrens ear.
Having no light in this closet was just making all their other senses work ten fold.
The smell of eachothers sweat and aftershave overtaking their noses.
The heavy panting and grunting making eachothers ears tingle.
The touch of one anothers hands across eachothers bodies made shivers go up both their spines.
It was dirty. Filthy even.
But they both loved it.
After a few minuets Chris dropped to his knees and began to pull at Darrens trousers.
Eventually freeing his deprived dick.
Chris felt around until his hand came in contact with the head.
He guided it to his mouth and sunk the whole way down.
"Chris! Baby! Oh my god!" Darren screamed, fingers latching into Chris' hair, pulling tightly, edging him to start a fast rhythm.
Chris complied, moving his mouth up and down, sucking and licking.
Hollowing his cheeks and taking Darren as far as he could.
Darren tugged at Chris' hair, telling him he was close and Chris pulled off.
He whined at the loss.
Chris got up off his knees and dropped his own trousers.
He flicked the light on for all of two seconds, flashed Darren a grin, grabbed something and then switched it back off.
"What's that?" Darren questioned, taking heavy breaths to calm down.
He felt what was unmistakably a bottle of lube pressed into his hand.
"Get me ready for you." Chris whispered, leaning forward to bite at the side of Darren jaw. He undone Darrens shirt and kissed right above his heart.
It was their thing.
"Always prepared I see." Darren said.
Trust Chris to hide lube in about every room.
He spun round and placed his hands against the shelves and opened his legs as far as they would.
Darren dropped down and pressed a quick kiss to each cheek before he covered his fingers in Lube and begun the prep.
When he was three fingers deep and Chris was moaning for him, he coated himself and lined himself up.
He leaned over his boyfriend, melding their bodies together as he began pushing in.
Chris moaned as Darren filled him up, it was the best feeling in the world.
When Darren was all the way in he began nipping at Chris' neck, licking and sucking hickies into the pale skin.
Chris pushed himself back, needing Darren to move.
Darren pulled all the way out before slamming into Chris at full force.
Chris all but screamed as Darren slammed against his prostate. His back arching into Darrens chest, moaning loud and strong.
Darren kept up this harsh rhythm slamming into his boyfriend with all the force his could muster in his quite intoxicated state.
Darren stopped abruptly which caused Chris to whine in protest.
He pulled out, turned Chris round, picked him up and slammed him against the wall.
Entering him once again.
The new angle, whilst being held helped Darren go deeper.
Pushing up to meet Darren thrusts Chris snaked his hand inbetween their bodies and took hold of his neglected dick.
He began pumping it to match Dares thrusts as their lips become attached again.
Kisses having no rhythm due to the panting.
Chris lifted his hand into the air and switched the light on, both of them blinking to adjust.
They both look wrecked!
Chris leaned his sweating forehead against Darrens.
Staring into eachother eyes as they thrust and pumped.
No words needing to be said as everything passed through their eyes.
The need.
The want.
The love.
"I love you." Chris panted, pumps getting faster and strong.
"I love you, too." Darren replied, staring deep into the blue oceans he so often gets lost in.
It only took two more thrusts and three more pumps before they were both spilling their loads.
Darrens into Chris.
Chris' all over Darrens chest.
They kept their eyes open through the whole process.
Loving watching eachother let go.
When they come down, Darren pulled out and gently lowered Chris to the floor.
Darren took off his shirt and wiped them both up before disposing of it on a shelf.
When finished and fully dressed Chris looked up at Darren with a bashful smile and a blush.
"Why do we always have crazy sex on our birthdays?" Chris asked with a laugh.
"Because we can." Darren replied with a light peck to his lips.
He put his hand out for Chris to hold, which he took happily.
As they went to walk out Chris pulled at Darrens hand.
"I don't want you to be topless out there. Everyones gunna want you." He said with a smirk.
"Well I'm only yours baby." Darren grinned.
"Only mine?" Chris asked, smiling.
"Yes, only yours."
He leaned forward and they shared a long passionate kiss, expressing all the love they needed to.
"Happy Birthday, Chris. I really do love you."
"Thank you." Chris said sincerely.
" I love you, too."
Hand in hand they walked back into the party.
The shit eating grins could not be wiped off their faces all night.
It was only because they had eachother.
And that was never going to change.
YAY FOR CRISSCOLFER SMUT!
And also I wanna say FUCK YOU to the person that tweeted Chris about him hating Darren which made him get pissed off.
You should be ashamed of yourself!
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