Chris’s mouth fell open automatically, letting Darren’s tongue in to do whatever he wanted to do. He sucked in a breath when he felt Darren’s erection. He sucked in a breath and squeezed gently. “Wait… I—” his body was in an awkward position, so he moved to get a little more comfortable, his lips going to Darren’s neck before his hand slid below the waistband of his jeans and underwear. He curled his fingers around the base of Darren’s cock and began to pump slowly. It had been awhile—at least it felt like awhile— to Chris since he’d touched Darren. He wanted to taste, but this was fine for now.
He couldn’t help but groan when Chris pulled away, but he stopped complaining the moment the other’s lips were against his neck. A quiet whimper of relief left him and he started to immediately roll his hips towards his boyfriend’s hand. He reached down to push his boxers and his pants off, kicking them off the bed as quick as possible so he could just bask in the way the other’s palm felt against him. So much better than his own. “Chris,” he whispered, toes curling against his feet a little bit. It’d been what felt like years and he knew this wasn’t going to last long, he was already so far gone.