"That's right,mon amour. " Chris's voice slid like silk around him, deepening the sparks of pleasure bursting through him. "You f.u.c.k me so good."

His lover's words urged him harder and faster, the grinding of Chris's c.o.c.k deep in his tight pa.s.sage and the pumping motions of his own hand bringing him faster and faster to the edge.

In the next breath he spilled over, his seed pulsing out in milky streaks, anointing Chris's chest and stomach.

Chris groaned and lifted his hips, his c.o.c.k twitching deep inside Jesse with his release.

Jesse slumped over, his hands bridging Chris's wide body, his hands sinking deep into the mattress. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Chris's, still panting. They rested like that, Chris 's large hands moving in lazy circles over Jesse's hips and a.s.s.

When he'd caught his breath, Jesse rolled over, letting his lover's partially erect c.o.c.k slide out of him. If he hadn't known there was an eternity to feel that c.o.c.k inside him again, the sensation ofsudden emptiness would have been unbearable.

As it was, he planned to impale himself on Chris's c.o.c.k again soon. And again. And again.

He rolled over, snuggling against Chris's side. Chris turned over, his hand sliding over Jesse's back, ignoring the warm puddle of c.u.m that coated his skin. He smiled at Jesse.

Jesse returned the smile, his hand wandering lazily down to Chris's chest, seeking out the heartbeat that only he, in the entire world, could feel. The beat pulsed strongly under his hand and Jesse could have sworn it beat now only for him.

"Hey," he said to Chris in a soft whisper.

Chris looked at him, his lips curving in a smile. "Hey what?"

Jesse grinned. "Merry Christmas."