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[withimpunity]

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It's a game. A bet. See how long Zach can go without making a sound as Chris tortures him, brings him to the very brink then back down again. Zach's mouth is puffy and swollen from biting his lips, an angry red except for where his teeth are digging into them, the pretty pink skin now pulled taut and pale. Zach just has too much fucking willpower, Chris decides.

"Turn your ass over," he barks, ignoring the smug twitch in the corner of Zach's mouth, like he thinks he's going to win. Again. Then Chris is pushing his legs apart and kneeling between them. He starts at the nape of Zach's neck and flicks his tongue out across the knobby bump at the top of his spine, smirk spreading across Zach's skin as he watches his fists clench the sheets, feels Zach's body stiffen and arch underneath him.

He takes his time, hands ghosting over Zach's ribs as he drags his tongue lower, over every ridge and bump - pausing once to taste one of Zach's freckles, right below his shoulder blade - and the farther south he goes, the more Zach's body shakes underneath him, a glistening layer of sweat breaking out across his skin, salty against Chris' tongue.

Chris hates this game. What's the point in making Zach come apart and lose his shit if he can't hear him, those deep, shaky breaths, the way his voice cracks when Chris touches him in the right spot - he's ready for the stupid game to be over, to fuck Zach so hard he screams so much his throat feels raw. He slides lower on the bed, mouthing Zach's skin on the way down, smearing sweat and saliva down the center of his back until his lips come to a rest at the base of Zach's spine.

Zach's got the sheets so twisted up in his fists he's pulled the bottom sheet completely off the corners of the bed, his head resting on the bare mattress. Chris grins, slips his fingers into the groove of Zach's hips and drags his tongue down the center of Zach's ass, flicking lightly between the crease, then pushing-

"Christopher." Zach growls, threads ripping under his fingers, and let's out a long, shuddering breath.

Chris smiles and flips Zach over, fucking into Zach's mouth with his tongue, letting him taste the flavor of skin and sweat and arousal painted all over his tongue. He sits back on Zach's legs, stroking his cock and grins like the cocky bastard he is.

"I win."

Okay, so maybe he does like this game after all.