It didn't hurt in the least and Chris purred, squirming right back as his hands moved, chest resting heavily against Toby's for a moment before Chris sat up to remove his shirt. He was panting slightly, smirking down at the man as he took Toby's hand and placed it to his chest, over his tattoo and heart, "It's yours, baby," He grinned widely at the sentiment before bending for another kiss. There was an odd freedom in thinking the man might know him manipulating him, because he could say anything and it was not always taken at full value. He meant that his heart was Toby's, and it was cheesy to say as much, but with the man thinking he was only saying things to further his case, it took the weight of speaking the truth away.
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