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Val gasped softly, letting out a whimper of pleasure as his own fingers wandered, moving to open Chris' trousers as well- Eager to return the favour.

Chris's trousers fell, his pants getting hung up for a moment at his knees before he kicked them down as well.

"Bed?" he suggested, eager to feel how plush Val's bed was since it looked so sinfully decadent.

"Oh, definitely," Val grinned, pulling Chris along towards the Gothic looking, four post bed.

The moment they hit the bed Chris grew bold. He held Val down with one hand and stroked him with the other. His whole body moved against him, rutting and grinding as he worked to get closer.

"Can I go down on you? With that? I don't know a thing about piercings, really, but it stands to reason that I could..."

"You can, of course. Mind your teeth though," he purred, his hips lifting in anticipation.

"Mind my teeth," he mumbled, sounding equal parts amused and annoyed by the warning. Chris made himself quite comfortable, pushing around blankets and pillows, then settling in on top of Val to kiss him. He'd had every intention of diving in before nerves could take hold but then he'd looked down and really saw the naked man beneath him and he was so taken. He paused to kiss him, to nuzzle the softness of his hair, then kiss again where he was bruised.

"You have me quite curious as to what you've gotten up to to be so bruised," he said, leaving the question to hang if Val didn't want to answer to his activities.

"I'm clumsy," Val gasped, raking his fingers through Chris' hair as he spoke. "Prone to tumbles and bumps."

Lies. Pure lies. Val moved with the grace of a wolf.

That made him laugh softly.

"Lie if you must," he teased, then took Val's cock in hand so he could hold it rigid. The method to his madness was of course so he was coordinated enough to do a bit of exploring with the tip of his tongue. The scent of the man was rich, musky and intoxicating. Chris was sure he didn't smell half as...virile. One breath and he wanted to swallow him whole just to hear him moan.

"Mmrrr- Don't tease, love. Don't tease..." he murmured, giving the man's head a little nudge, eager for it.

Chris was hardly an expert, but he enjoyed doing it and Jade was remarkably responsive so he felt confident he knew what he was doing. Chris took him in, bobbing down on the length. But every time he pulled away and found the piercing with his tongue he found himself flicking it and toying with it before he'd swallow him again.

Val's hips rolled hard, and he moaned loudly as his grip tightened on the other man's hair.

"Fuck. ...Oh, fuck. That is... That is bloody perfect."

He moaned as Val thrust in and he savored the way the girth of the man filled his mouth. Praise only gave him confidence and he kept on, sucking, licking, being honestly quite obscene about it all as he enjoyed the bitter fluid that painted his tongue.

Val wasn't shy about enjoying himself, groaning loudly and rolling his hips again.

"Oh, those lips are bloody sinful. Glorious... You are very good at this, Chris."

Chris was far too occupied to offer any commentary of his own. He closed his eyes and worked to make it good, finding that Val did half his work for him the way he was rolling his hips and claiming what Chris gladly offered.

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Val stopped talking then, words forgotten in favour of low moans and soft growls. His nails raked gently over the other man's scalp, urging him on and encouraging him.

The sounds Val made cut right to the heart of him and Chris found himself begging with wanton moans as he swallowed him down. Faster. Hard as he could. All of him. Again. Again...

He'd never been so eager to feel a man come in his life.

"Wait! Wait," Val gasped, carefully pushing Chris away. "Not yet. I don't want to come just yet."

"Oh, God, please," Chris begged breathlessly, fighting for a moment at being pushed away before something like sense came back to his head.

"No, yes, no...of course. I'm so sorry," he stammered then, embarrassed by how easily he'd been overtaken with need.

Val grinned, wolfish and yet charming as he sat up and pulled Chris in for a kiss.

"Don't be sorry. I like it. I like your enthusiasm," he murmured against the other man's lips. "We've got all night though. No rush."

His lips were swollen and tender as he closed the distance between them and kissed Val tenderly.

"You're so attractive. Desirable. I...want you so much. Is that odd to say?"

"No, not at all," Val soothed, his voice low and calm. "I want you too."

As he shifted on the mattress, the wolf tattoo on his thigh became visible. Though his fingers were currently still tracing over Chris'.

"Tell me what you want," he said. Usually he would simply push and take what he was allowed, but Chris was...Well, clearly a bit different. Val didn't want to spook him now.

Chris eased away just a little so he could look down at Val. He drank in the sight of him- the shape of his muscles and the dark hair against white skin. Lips. Eyes.

"Look at you a moment," he decided. "You're stunning, Val. Really."

The wolf preened, and Val wasn't shy as he posed just a little. He knew he was attractive, he wasn't ever coy about it.

"You can look all you like."

"And can I touch, too?: he asked, smiling a little as he asked permission just before splaying ten fingers out on him and drawing them down his belly. He skirted Val's cock, framing it, and played with his thighs.

"Truly beautiful," he said, then ducked low to lick his cock again. Only lick, only tease.

Val groaned, his voice deep and dark.

"Fuck," he panted. "Fuck, you can touch all you want, mate..."