Strong arms pinned his wrists to the bed as he was thrust, face-forward, onto the mattress. There were never any words, not during the actual act, only grunts and moans and long sighs of ecstasy. Chris felt hard, thick muscles of a well formed chest and the softening bulk of belly sliding over his back, sweat against sweat, meat against meat,
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*fneurgle*
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However, there is something here in the way you make me see him through Chris'... eyes... that really works for me.
Thank you for that! :D
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You should most defo write more Ray/Chris ;)
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