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Something changes one night after sex, both of them loose-limbed and satisfied. Instead of reaching for the water bottle or a towel, Chris grabs his ukulele from beside the mattress.

Dennis expects one of those haunting melodies Chris always plays when he thinks Dennis is asleep. But tonight, Chris shifts behind him until they’re both sitting up, then until his chest presses warm against Dennis’s back.

"Here." Chris guides the instrument into Dennis’s hands. "Like this."

"I don't—"

"Trust me." Chris's arms come around him, positioning his fingers on the strings. His chin hooks over Dennis’s shoulder, stubble scratching slightly. "G chord. Easiest one."

"Nothing about you is easy," Dennis mutters, but he lets Chris move his hands.

"That's not what you were saying ten minutes ago." Chris's laugh vibrates through them both, chest to back. "Now strum."

The sound that comes out is terrible. Chris doesn't seem to mind.

"Again," he says, adjusting Dennis’s fingers. "Gentle. Like when you're touching my balls."

Dennis rolls his eyes but he can’t bite his cheek hard enough to stop his smile. "Do you always have to make everything sexual?"

"Only with you, princess."

It becomes their thing after that. Post-sex serenades that turn into impromptu lessons.

Sometimes Dennis just leans back against Chris's chest, swaying as Chris's voice wraps around him like another embrace.

Other times he tries to follow along, fumbling through simple chords while Chris whispers encouragement in his ear. Peppers hickeys up his shoulder and neck while Dennis concentrates.

One night, mid-verse about chance encounters and a funny kind of love at first sight, Dennis turns in Chris's arms. Straddles his lap. Catches that singing mouth with his own.

The kiss is soft and sweet. A little dry. All plush lips without the tongue and teeth that normally accompanies their make-out sessions.

"Can't sing if you kiss me," Chris mumbles against his lips when Dennis suckles off. "Was I that bad?"

Dennis pulls back just enough to rake Chris's messy hair out of his eyes.

His grin feels too big for his face, chest too full of something he can't figure out.

"Just enjoying your company."

"Yeah?" Chris's hands slide to his ass and squeezes, pulling his butt cheeks apart as he kneads. "I can think of other ways to enjoy my company." He winks at Dennis, equal parts cheeky and shameless as he always is.

"Is that all you think about?" Dennis laughs, squirming away. "I was having a moment!"

"You can have a moment while I eat you out."

It's become Chris's favorite proposition lately.

Dennis feels his face heat up, thighs closing instinctively as he clambers off Chris’s lap.

"We can suck each other off instead," he offers, already reaching for Chris's cock.

"One day you’ll let me," Chris promises, letting himself be distracted. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.” But his eyes stay hungry.

That hunger shows up more and more.

One night he has Dennis on his back, thighs spread wide, just rubbing the pad of his thumb over Dennis’s hole until they're both shaking.

"Fuck," Chris breathes, pressing harder, just shy of penetrating it. "Why won't you let me taste you? Want to stick my tongue in here, fuck you open with it. It’ll feel so good, princess, I swear."

"Stop! Chris, for fuck’s sake!" Dennis tries to close his legs, laughing even as his face burns. "That's gross! Do people actually...?"

Chris forces his thighs apart again with the palms of his hands, wide and warm just below the V of Dennis’s pelvis. Gathers saliva in his mouth, then spits directly onto his asshole, making Dennis gasp.

"Not stopping, babe, and not gross." His cock slides through the wetness, hot and hard, making Chris fuck and shit every time his head catches against Dennis’s rim, now softer and more malleable, but still not able to take more than three fingers.

"You're beautiful, princess,” Chris breathes, “bet you taste as good as you look." His head tips back then, Adam's apple bobbing as he groans. "Don’t know if I want to stick my dick in your ass more or my tongue."

In this moment, in this position with Chris holding his legs too wide apart for him to close, Dennis can do nothing more than turn his head to the side to not look at what Chris is getting up to between his thighs—undoubtedly something obscene and debauched.

He furls his fingers into the sheets in front of his face and squeezes his eyes closed, thinking unsexy thoughts in an attempt to stop himself from ejaculating and ending the fun with oversensitivity.

Still, his mind won’t stop zoning into the way each slide of Chris’s shaft sends the hairs on his body standing on end.

It’s slow and it’s long, but Chris comes like that, streaking Dennis’s balls with cum that he rubs into his scrotum and gooch before slopping up Dennis’s hole with his fingers.

Although still tight, it gapes immediately, quick to accept him from nights of careful training.

Chris seems to take great enjoyment in keeping Dennis open and pliant, wiggling his digits from side to side, cooing while Dennis moans at the wideness.

Then, Chris’s eyes dart back to what he’s doing, dark with desire. They stay fixed on how his fingers are swallowed by Dennis’s ass. His other hand soothes his own dick, as he often does when he’s fingering Dennis. The smooth, languid strokes squeeze the last of his semen onto his fingers that continue fucking the liquid into Dennis’s body.

“Just one taste, baby,” he begs, “ one suck. One tiny lick—I’ll be quick, you won’t even know I’m there, I promise!”

The whine in his voice makes Dennis giggle, even as he rolls his eyes, pretty certain he would know, and also die of embarrassment if Chris ever went down there.

He catches Chris around his waist with powerful legs. Hauls him up for a kiss while he tilts his pelvis back and forth, mmm ing at the finger fucking.

Yet, something twists in his chest, sharp and green.

"You seem experienced,” Dennis whispers when they pull away, noses brushing, his arms draped around Chris’s neck. “Have you eaten out a lot of people?"

"Never eaten ass before." Chris's voice comes out rough. Wanting. ”You know I’ve never even wanted to be with a man before, just the thought of it icks me out. But fuck, when I look at your hole—"

He pulls out his fingers with a pop so Dennis laugh-gasps, stunned at the sudden rush of cold air where Chris’s fingers had just been.

He gasps again when Chris holds a thigh down hard to stop him from clamping them shut and smacks the back of his fingers against Dennis’s slack entrance, until it puckers closed—shy and shocked at the pleasant sting.

“Fuck me if I don’t want to eat it out like a watermelon on a hot day.”

Dennis slaps Chris’s shoulder, blushing fire-engine red. "Chris!" he exclaims, scandalized by the thought of him staring at his hole, despite everything they do on the regular.

"Because it’s yours." Chris grins. "Nice save right? The way it's winking at me though, calling my name—"

"You were doing so well, Casanova!" Dennis bursts into laughter. "Now you sound like a super lame pornstar!"

Chris just nudges Dennis to his side, wrapping around behind him, still snickering. He doesn’t stop finger fucking him until Dennis’s breath quickens and he’s parting his legs on his own, one knee hiked up high so Chris can deliver a few sharp punches that have Dennis moaning low and long, his body trembling on the brink.

The squelch of lube and the faint, rhythmic thuds of Chris’s fingers smacking against Dennis’s ring fill the room, mingling with their ragged breaths. The next orgasm builds fast, and Chris talks Dennis through it, his voice low and encouraging, fingers curling and scissoring with careful precision.

Dennis is still catching his breath when Chris slides down behind him, spreading Dennis’s legs wide with a firm grip on his thighs.

Dennis instinctively raises his hips, easing them just off the mattress, his knees only slightly bent beneath him. His chest stays pressed flat on the bed but his lower back arches, spreading himself wide, fully open for Chris to take and use him however he needs.

Without needing to be told, Dennis reaches back and holds his own ass cheeks open, pulling the skin taut to keep his hole well parted and entirely exposed. The gap strains to close but cannot, the slick rim trembling under the tension.

He does it because he knows it’s what Chris wants to see—the way Chris’s breath catches every time he does this, the way his groans deepen, and how quickly he comes afterward are enough to tell him.

Chris doesn’t rush. He’s kind to himself tonight. He simply watches at first, head tilted, the dim light catching on the wet stretch of Dennis’s split, the sheen extending over his perineum, and down to where his balls and flaccid dick dangle, swaying gently with every breath.

A low, guttural sound escapes Chris as his cock presses forward—not to enter but to glide against the wet, well-used skin, the underside of his length slipping easily along that sensitive strap of loveliness nestled between Dennis’s butt cheeks.

Chris’s hips move in slow, deliberate strokes, his hands relaxed at his sides, as if letting the connection between their bodies guide him. Dennis shifts subtly in response, pushing back when Chris pushes in, their movements instinctively in sync after their countless, just-casual couplings.

When Dennis’s thighs begin to tremble, Chris gently positions him flat onto the bed, lowering him onto his belly. He draws Dennis’s thighs together, creating a tight press of warm flesh that lets his cock slip between them. The friction of Dennis’s body and the soft drag of his genitals against Chris’s length has Chris swearing under his breath.

His thrusts grow faster now, shallow and focused, chasing his release. Dennis lies pliant beneath him, breath uneven, until Chris lets out a rough groan, spilling himself between Dennis’s legs with a final, stuttering jerk of his hips.

Chris’s high leaves him heavy-limbed, pulling him toward sleep almost as soon as he presses a kiss to the back of Dennis’s nape. He shifts them onto their sides, settling his softening penis in between the warm cleft of Dennis’s ass, his palm finding Dennis’s soft dick like it belongs there. His breath slows against Dennis’s hair, each exhale growing deeper and steadier until it evens out completely. Soon, his body falls into the kind of rest it’s been needing for days.

Dennis, however, stays awake. Breathing in their combined scent. Trying to ignore how weirdly sexy their cum smells together. It normally lulls him to sleep, having them snoozing in each other’s embrace in no time. But tonight, no matter how hard he tries, sleep doesn’t come.

Instead, he listens to Chris’s heartbeat. Feels it thumping a strangely comforting rhythm into his back. Listens to Chris’s breaths getting deeper and longer as he drifts into dreamland. Feels it warm and a little ticklish against the back of his head.

In the secrecy of Dennis’s mind, he thinks about being Chris’s first. The first of many things, and if they continue on as they’re doing—the first of many more.

Not daring to consider what that might mean.

Not daring to admit how special that makes him feel.