Jaxon's living room was filled with the sounds of laughter and the low hum of the television, but Ethan couldn't focus on anything but the weight of Chris's hand resting on his thigh. He squirmed, trying to ignore the warmth that spread through him at the touch, but Chris only smirked and inched his hand closer to Ethan's crotch.
"Chris, stop," Ethan protested, his voice barely above a whisper. But Chris's amused expression made him trail off, and he found himself unable to push the other man away. Chris pulled him onto his lap, and Ethan gasped at the feeling of Chris's hardness against him.
Chris's fingers were quick and deft as they worked at the buttons of Ethan's shirt, pulling the fabric aside to expose his nipples. Ethan moaned as Chris's fingers brushed against the sensitive skin, his head falling back against Chris's shoulder.
"You're so easy, Ethan," Chris whispered, his breath hot against Ethan's ear. "Always so eager to please."
Ethan tried to push Chris away, but Chris's grip was too strong. He pulled Ethan's trousers down, revealing the evidence of Ethan's arousal. Chris did the same, and Ethan whimpered at the feeling of Chris's dick pressing against his own.
Chris positioned Ethan directly onto his dick, and Ethan gasped at the feeling of being filled. Chris started thrusting, and Ethan moaned louder, his hands gripping the fabric of the couch as he tried to hold on.
Chris leaned in to kiss him, and Ethan responded eagerly, his lips parting to let Chris's tongue in. Chris continued to dominate the encounter, and Ethan was powerless to resist, his body moving in time with Chris's thrusts.
The scene ended with Ethan completely under Chris's control, both of them lost in the heat of the moment. Ethan's mind was a blur of pleasure and desire, and he knew that he was completely and utterly cornered. But he didn't care. He was exactly where he wanted to be.
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