"All yours," Toby muttered back into the kiss, working himself down onto Chris with the same deep, slow rhythm. He was getting close, and for once, it wasn't a harsh rush of feeling, a frantic tension. Inseat, he simply pressed himself up into Chris harder a few times, gasping in near-shock as he felt himself come between them, a warm burn spreading from his spine, along his limbs.
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