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Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

From Cleaving 7 (and ICYMI, here’s a NSFW mood board for the first half of the chapter):

“Come on, baby.  Let me,” Chris said, tugging at Zach’s jeans and briefs, rotating him toward the edge of the bed, pushing him to sit — which was a very good idea considering where this was heading and the fact that Zach couldn’t feel his knees.  “Then you can take as long as you want with me.  Until you’re ready again.”

Falling back on his hands, Zach didn’t even try to do more than nod as Chris knelt to remove Zach’s clothing and toss it aside.  He dragged fingertips up the inside of Zach’s calves, applying  gentle pressure when reached the knees, encouraging Zach to spread them and let Chris kneel closer.

Really, who was he to argue when Chris seemed to have his heart so
set on making him come before his own pants were even off?  Sensing his
victory, Chris slowly pushed Zach’s knees apart and licked a stripe up
his cock.  Zach groaned and collapsed back onto his elbows, resisting
the pull of gravity just enough to be able to continue watching Chris as
he met Zach’s eyes and took his cock in his mouth.

Few Words Wednesday

From Cleaving 7.  And not at all safe for work.

“Oh fuck,” Zach whispered.  And as much as he’d been feeling like he did when they first got together —when every touch was new and awkwardly thrilling and every shy glance made his heart race — this didn’t feel like that at all.  This was not a Chris who was fumbling after a long hiatus from men… a Chris who was just learning what Zach liked, how to make him weak and desperate.  This Chris knew all that, and was putting it to such profoundly effective use at this very moment that Zach had to thread his fingers through Chris’ hair and force his head back, gasping as he watched his cock slip from Chris’ lips and those achingly blue eyes turn up to him in silent question.

He panted a few breaths before whispering, “I’m not going to last if you keep that up.  And I want to spend all night with you.”

Chris grinned and kissed Zach’s hip…and then his stomach, his chest, rising until he was could kiss Zach’s mouth and along his jaw to his ear, warm chest pressed against Zach’s. 

“I want you to spend all night with me, too.  I’ve been thinking about it for weeks.”  Chris nipped at his neck right over his pulse, and Zach’s head fell back against the door again, because fuck.  “Seems the best way to make that happen is to ensure you’re nice and relaxed when you start to take me apart.”

Jesus fucking Christ. 

Zach knew he should protest — something about fairness and being a generous lover — but for the life of him, he could not form the words.  And then Chris’ mouth moved against his skin again, and whatever tenuous hold Zach still had on language or thought was utterly shattered.

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

From Cleaving Chapter 7:

An energy crackled between them as they stood side by side brushing their teeth in Zach’s childhood bathroom.  An energy Zach hadn’t felt in a long time. Not just attraction.  That had been around for the better part of a decade.  Not just domesticity.  That was a near constant the last two years.  No, this was a was more akin to the butterflies Zach had felt when they’d first become a couple.  When he realized he no longer had to hide his attraction for Chris.  No longer had to doubt Chris’ attraction for him.  The knowledge that Chris’ hands would soon be exploring his bare skin, and his would be roaming Chris’, and there was no way it wasn’t going to happen.

It had been months since he’d felt that certainty, but he did now.  And judging from the gaze he met in the mirror, Chris felt the same.  Heat and intent shimmered in cerulean eyes, and Zach’s stomach flipped in anticipation. Impatiently, he finished a thorough brushing.  Then he waited, barely able to keep his hands to himself as Chris removed his contacts and washed his face, bending over the sink so Zach had to bite his lip to stop a groan or demand that Chris hurry.

Chris gave him a knowing smile in the mirror that nearly earned
him a slap on the ass, but before frustration could build, Chris threaded
their fingers together and pulled him across the hall and into their
bedroom.  No sooner had Zach pressed the button and heard the click of the lock than Chris had him pressed against the door, all hard lines and urgent kisses and fuck it was perfect.  Zach was gasping for air
and shifting his hips until yes right there, and Chris whined into Zach’s mouth, ceding just a tiny bit of control before his fingers fumbled for
the hem of Zach’s shirt.  Kisses paused for the removal of one shirt,
then another, and finally there was just cool air and heated skin and so
much desire Zach whimpered as Chris pressed him into the door again.  

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

ato-the-bean:

From Cleaving:

“Is everything on the table?  Do I need to get anything else before I sit down?” Margot asked distractedly, scanning the table.

“I think we’re good,” Chris said, checking the counter.

“Sit down, Ma.  Everything looks great, and if anything is missing, I’ll get up for it.”

“Okay, okay.”  She settled into her seat, put her napkin in her lap, and raised her glass, pausing as they sat up a little straighter.  “To family,” she said, nodding to Zach.

Zach raised his glass.  “To the family getting bigger, officially,” he said with a small smile, looking at Chris meaningfully.

“Oh, I see how this works.  My turn, is it?”  Zach nodded.  Chris raised his glass a little higher.  “To all of that, and to being in the same place and the same time, with nothing else demanding our attention.”  He leaned over to Nathan.  “Your turn, buddy.”

Nathan looked startled. “What do?”

“Hold your cup up like this, and say ‘To—’ and then say something you really like.”

Nathan held up his sippy cup and furrowed his brow in thought.  “To Santa.”

Everyone grinned.  “Good choice, buddy,” Chris stage whispered.

“Well, I can’t top that, Margot laughed.  “Cin cin!”

“Cin cin!” they said in unison, taking a sip of their drinks.

“Now eat before it gets cold,” she finished.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Chris said, reaching for the rotini pasta.

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

From Cleaving:

“Is everything on the table?  Do I need to get anything else before I sit down?” Margot asked distractedly, scanning the table.

“I think we’re good,” Chris said, checking the counter.

“Sit down, Ma.  Everything looks great, and if anything is missing, I’ll get up for it.”

“Okay, okay.”  She settled into her seat, put her napkin in her lap, and raised her glass, pausing as they sat up a little straighter.  “To family,” she said, nodding to Zach.

Zach raised his glass.  “To the family getting bigger, officially,” he said with a small smile, looking at Chris meaningfully.

“Oh, I see how this works.  My turn, is it?”  Zach nodded.  Chris raised his glass a little higher.  “To all of that, and to being in the same place and the same time, with nothing else demanding our attention.”  He leaned over to Nathan.  “Your turn, buddy.”

Nathan looked startled. “What do?”

“Hold your cup up like this, and say ‘To—’ and then say something you really like.”

Nathan held up his sippy cup and furrowed his brow in thought.  “To Santa.”

Everyone grinned.  “Good choice, buddy,” Chris stage whispered.

“Well, I can’t top that, Margot laughed.  “Cin cin!”

“Cin cin!” they said in unison, taking a sip of their drinks.

“Now eat before it gets cold,” she finished.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Chris said, reaching for the rotini pasta.