"Shit-Shit," Chris gave a bit of a flail with one hand as the man scraped his teeth against his sensitive clit and he drug his nails into Toby's shoulder before pushing him away, panting a bit as his fingers left the man's hair so he could push his own hair back from his face, "Fuck, Beecher, give me a minute," He growled, though his lips were curved up in a slight smile as he breathed heavily, sitting back.