Even as he thrust into the man, Chris focused on the sound of Toby's heart, the heart that beat for him-it didn't sound different than others, it didn't speak his name, it didn't seem to have a hidden message to it's rhythm, but this heart was his. He knew Toby shouldn't love him, no one should, but the beating heart Chris tapped his thumb along to begged to differ with every pump. The thought made him smile, and he glanced up to look at Toby to find him already looking at him, and a small smile pulled his lips up as he leaned up to kiss the man for a moment before muttering "It beats for me, baby, only for me," His hand rubbing a circle over the man's heart so it was certain he was clear. All the while his hips worked slowly, in, out, in, out, working Chris' pleasure higher, building it with every forward-back motion.
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