Glee rpf| Like primal music (9b/9)
Slowly Darren removes the rest of his clothes; he feels as though he is uncovering some unknown treasure and his blood runs faster in his veins with every gasp and soft moan that escapes Chris’ lips as he trails his fingers down his ribcage, over the triangles of his hipbones.
When he finally allows himself to ghost his fingertips over Chris’ hard cock, Chris’ hands fly up to his shoulder, gripping tightly and sending sparks down Darren’s spine.
“Can I touch you, baby?”
He hopes Chris doesn’t mind the endearments but the soft smile that stretches Chris’ lips tells him that he doesn’t.
“Yes, please.”
The weight and warmth of Chris in his hand is as perfect as the broken sounds that soon start to fill the room. The desire to taste him, to feel him closer, burns through him and even though Darren knows that he should ask first, he can’t bring himself to speak, so he simply lowers himself and wraps his lips around Chris’ length.
A moan bubbles from somewhere deep inside of him when Chris’ hips buckle, pushing his cock deeper inside his mouth.
---
Chris is positively sure he is going to fly apart on this exact moment, Darren’s hot mouth around him and his heart threatening to burst open because of all the love and the need growing and growing inside of him.
The tips of Darren’s fingers brush over his entrance and he stiffens for an instant, but then Darren’s lips are pressed over the soft skin where his thigh meets his hip and Chris is pretty sure they are forming words.
“Wh-uh what?”
Darren runs his tongue over the smooth skin of his inner thigh.
“I said that you are all I have ever dreamt of.”
In that moment Chris knows there’s no need to be nervous or afraid, there’s actually no space left for those feelings when he is drowning in the desire to feel Darren all around him, inside of him, forever close.
“Dare, I…”
Darren presses a final kiss to Chris’ thigh before pulling back, a gentle, awed smile on his lips.
“I know, babe.”
When Darren’s fingertips brush against his entrance for the first time something trembles inside of Chris, spreading through his body like liquid bliss. He is sure he has never wanted something as much as he wants Darren right now.
“Wait a second, beautiful.”
Chris keeps his gaze focused on the stretch of Darren’s back as he leans towards the night stand, his body still pressed close against his own.
Darren looks straight at him as he pours lube onto his fingers before leaning down and kissing him softly. His lips taste of promises.
“Please, tell me when it’s too much or if you’re uncomfortable.”
Chris feels warm from the tips of his hair down to his toes at this display of caring.
His heart stutters against his ribcage as Darren’s fingertip traces the rim of his entrance, caressing patiently. The moment when finally Darren starts to push his finger in, Chris shuts his eyes closed, concentrating on the feeling.
“Is…is this alright?”
Darren’s voice is trembling at the edges, perfectly breathless. Chris nods, not trusting his words to make sense right now.
From then on it’s a whirlwind of pants and heat and the slow burn of Darren’s fingers moving inside of him with relentless precision. The few times that Chris has allowed himself to imagine what it would be like to be intimate with someone, he has never thought it would be like this, that it would consume him like this, owning him and breaking him apart before putting him back together in the best way possible.
Darren keeps whispering in his ear, breath hot and sweet.
“You are so beautiful Chris, so tight and perfect. I want you so much.”
Chris is painfully hard by now; he has stumbled in an unknown place where there’s no need to keep anything inside anymore.
“Then take me.”
The words slip past his lips and fall in the warm place between their naked bodies. He doesn’t feel ashamed in the least.
Darren groans and the sound echoes through Chris, reaching the very core of his bones.
“God, Chris!”
“Please, baby.”
His eyes fly open; it’s the first time that he calls Darren that. But there’s no trace of disappointment on the other man’s face, only lust and love, so bright that for an instant Chris is sure he will go blind.
“Alright.”
///
Darren’s hands are trembling as he rolls a condom on his cock, his heart has lost any semblance of rhythm.
He keeps his gaze on Chris’ face as he positions himself between Chris’ perfect thighs. He looks otherworldly like this, his cheeks flushed and his eyes brighter than he has ever seen them. He makes Darren think of a deity, perfect and untouchable, except that he is right here, underneath him, wanting him.
“Are…are you sure?”
He wants nothing more than to sink inside of Chris, to remain there forever, close to the very core of him, but he needs to be sure that this is what Chris wants too.
“Please, baby. I need you! Now!”
“Me too, babe. You have no idea!”
Chris’ lips quirk up in a coy smile.
“Then show me.”
And Darren loves that he has managed to set Chris free like this, he loves this untamed side of him, the one that he has always managed to spot under the surface.
He pushes in slowly, gently, stopping after every inch to let Chris adjust. The thought that Chris is letting him in, his body adjusting around him, is enough to make his heartbeat skyrocket and for heat to pool at the bottom of his spine.
When he finally is all the way in he stops, mouth open and breath stuck in his lungs as his body is overwhelmed. Chris’ arms are around his neck in an instant, pulling him close. Chris kisses him deep and needy and Darren lets his tongue explore Chris’ mouth claiming, knowing all too well that he is allowed now.
It’s Chris who moves first, experimentally lifting his hips. Darren is sure something has just short-circuited inside of him, because his whole body spasms at the feeling. He allows himself to move, slowly pushing impossibly deeper inside of Chris before pulling almost all the way out.
He looks at Chris, their gazes locked, as he pushes back in. Chris’ eyes flutter shut, his lips parted and it’s almost too much for Darren to take. He lowers his head and presses his face against Chris’ neck, taking in the heady scent of him.
He keeps moving, slowly building up a rhythm following the moans that spill out of Chris, strings of Darren’s name and fuck and please. It’s as though nothing else exists except the saltiness of Chris’ skin, the blissful heat of him, surrounding Darren, holding him.
Darren gently spreads Chris’ knees wider and moves harder; when Chris moans high and long, Darren knows he has found what he has been looking for.
From then on everything is lost except the sound of their bodies slamming together, the sting of Chris’ nails digging in his shoulders and the need to sink deeper and deeper until they become the same thing.
“D-Dare, I’m…”
Darren groans, his body pulled impossibly tight, ready to stumble over the edge.
“Let it go, baby.”
Chris presses a sloppy kiss to his lips and he comes, his mouth open against Darren’s, his body squeezing and shaking and Darren follows him, holding Chris impossibly close, whispering I love you against the corner of his mouth.
They lay over the tangled sheets, trying to remember how to breathe and Darren doesn’t want to move, doesn’t want to pull out of Chris. His eyes are just closing when Chris’ fingertips start moving across his back, gentle and sure.
Darren blinks and presses a small kiss to Chris’ collarbone before speaking.
“Are you writing on me?”
Chris chuckles.
“You’re quite perceptive, baby.”
Darren grins, because this is so them and he has never felt as at ease with himself as when he is with Chris.
“What are you writing, then?”
Chris presses a kiss to his temple.
“You have to guess.”
Darren closes his eyes and tries to concentrate on Chris’ fingers.
You
A kiss over Chris’ sternum.
Are
Chris’ free hand traces the line of his jaw.
Like
Chris’ heart beats right against his own.
Primal music
Darren smiles against Chris’ warm skin.
To me
Chris’ fingers still and Darren lifts himself on one elbow to look at him.
“Inside of you there’s all the music I’ll ever need.”
THE END
When he finally allows himself to ghost his fingertips over Chris’ hard cock, Chris’ hands fly up to his shoulder, gripping tightly and sending sparks down Darren’s spine.
“Can I touch you, baby?”
He hopes Chris doesn’t mind the endearments but the soft smile that stretches Chris’ lips tells him that he doesn’t.
“Yes, please.”
The weight and warmth of Chris in his hand is as perfect as the broken sounds that soon start to fill the room. The desire to taste him, to feel him closer, burns through him and even though Darren knows that he should ask first, he can’t bring himself to speak, so he simply lowers himself and wraps his lips around Chris’ length.
A moan bubbles from somewhere deep inside of him when Chris’ hips buckle, pushing his cock deeper inside his mouth.
---
Chris is positively sure he is going to fly apart on this exact moment, Darren’s hot mouth around him and his heart threatening to burst open because of all the love and the need growing and growing inside of him.
The tips of Darren’s fingers brush over his entrance and he stiffens for an instant, but then Darren’s lips are pressed over the soft skin where his thigh meets his hip and Chris is pretty sure they are forming words.
“Wh-uh what?”
Darren runs his tongue over the smooth skin of his inner thigh.
“I said that you are all I have ever dreamt of.”
In that moment Chris knows there’s no need to be nervous or afraid, there’s actually no space left for those feelings when he is drowning in the desire to feel Darren all around him, inside of him, forever close.
“Dare, I…”
Darren presses a final kiss to Chris’ thigh before pulling back, a gentle, awed smile on his lips.
“I know, babe.”
When Darren’s fingertips brush against his entrance for the first time something trembles inside of Chris, spreading through his body like liquid bliss. He is sure he has never wanted something as much as he wants Darren right now.
“Wait a second, beautiful.”
Chris keeps his gaze focused on the stretch of Darren’s back as he leans towards the night stand, his body still pressed close against his own.
Darren looks straight at him as he pours lube onto his fingers before leaning down and kissing him softly. His lips taste of promises.
“Please, tell me when it’s too much or if you’re uncomfortable.”
Chris feels warm from the tips of his hair down to his toes at this display of caring.
His heart stutters against his ribcage as Darren’s fingertip traces the rim of his entrance, caressing patiently. The moment when finally Darren starts to push his finger in, Chris shuts his eyes closed, concentrating on the feeling.
“Is…is this alright?”
Darren’s voice is trembling at the edges, perfectly breathless. Chris nods, not trusting his words to make sense right now.
From then on it’s a whirlwind of pants and heat and the slow burn of Darren’s fingers moving inside of him with relentless precision. The few times that Chris has allowed himself to imagine what it would be like to be intimate with someone, he has never thought it would be like this, that it would consume him like this, owning him and breaking him apart before putting him back together in the best way possible.
Darren keeps whispering in his ear, breath hot and sweet.
“You are so beautiful Chris, so tight and perfect. I want you so much.”
Chris is painfully hard by now; he has stumbled in an unknown place where there’s no need to keep anything inside anymore.
“Then take me.”
The words slip past his lips and fall in the warm place between their naked bodies. He doesn’t feel ashamed in the least.
Darren groans and the sound echoes through Chris, reaching the very core of his bones.
“God, Chris!”
“Please, baby.”
His eyes fly open; it’s the first time that he calls Darren that. But there’s no trace of disappointment on the other man’s face, only lust and love, so bright that for an instant Chris is sure he will go blind.
“Alright.”
///
Darren’s hands are trembling as he rolls a condom on his cock, his heart has lost any semblance of rhythm.
He keeps his gaze on Chris’ face as he positions himself between Chris’ perfect thighs. He looks otherworldly like this, his cheeks flushed and his eyes brighter than he has ever seen them. He makes Darren think of a deity, perfect and untouchable, except that he is right here, underneath him, wanting him.
“Are…are you sure?”
He wants nothing more than to sink inside of Chris, to remain there forever, close to the very core of him, but he needs to be sure that this is what Chris wants too.
“Please, baby. I need you! Now!”
“Me too, babe. You have no idea!”
Chris’ lips quirk up in a coy smile.
“Then show me.”
And Darren loves that he has managed to set Chris free like this, he loves this untamed side of him, the one that he has always managed to spot under the surface.
He pushes in slowly, gently, stopping after every inch to let Chris adjust. The thought that Chris is letting him in, his body adjusting around him, is enough to make his heartbeat skyrocket and for heat to pool at the bottom of his spine.
When he finally is all the way in he stops, mouth open and breath stuck in his lungs as his body is overwhelmed. Chris’ arms are around his neck in an instant, pulling him close. Chris kisses him deep and needy and Darren lets his tongue explore Chris’ mouth claiming, knowing all too well that he is allowed now.
It’s Chris who moves first, experimentally lifting his hips. Darren is sure something has just short-circuited inside of him, because his whole body spasms at the feeling. He allows himself to move, slowly pushing impossibly deeper inside of Chris before pulling almost all the way out.
He looks at Chris, their gazes locked, as he pushes back in. Chris’ eyes flutter shut, his lips parted and it’s almost too much for Darren to take. He lowers his head and presses his face against Chris’ neck, taking in the heady scent of him.
He keeps moving, slowly building up a rhythm following the moans that spill out of Chris, strings of Darren’s name and fuck and please. It’s as though nothing else exists except the saltiness of Chris’ skin, the blissful heat of him, surrounding Darren, holding him.
Darren gently spreads Chris’ knees wider and moves harder; when Chris moans high and long, Darren knows he has found what he has been looking for.
From then on everything is lost except the sound of their bodies slamming together, the sting of Chris’ nails digging in his shoulders and the need to sink deeper and deeper until they become the same thing.
“D-Dare, I’m…”
Darren groans, his body pulled impossibly tight, ready to stumble over the edge.
“Let it go, baby.”
Chris presses a sloppy kiss to his lips and he comes, his mouth open against Darren’s, his body squeezing and shaking and Darren follows him, holding Chris impossibly close, whispering I love you against the corner of his mouth.
They lay over the tangled sheets, trying to remember how to breathe and Darren doesn’t want to move, doesn’t want to pull out of Chris. His eyes are just closing when Chris’ fingertips start moving across his back, gentle and sure.
Darren blinks and presses a small kiss to Chris’ collarbone before speaking.
“Are you writing on me?”
Chris chuckles.
“You’re quite perceptive, baby.”
Darren grins, because this is so them and he has never felt as at ease with himself as when he is with Chris.
“What are you writing, then?”
Chris presses a kiss to his temple.
“You have to guess.”
Darren closes his eyes and tries to concentrate on Chris’ fingers.
You
A kiss over Chris’ sternum.
Are
Chris’ free hand traces the line of his jaw.
Like
Chris’ heart beats right against his own.
Primal music
Darren smiles against Chris’ warm skin.
To me
Chris’ fingers still and Darren lifts himself on one elbow to look at him.
“Inside of you there’s all the music I’ll ever need.”
THE END