lewd m!Kris green for /utg/

>'You said tonight.'
>To the untrained ear, Kris often sounds emotionless, but after dating him for a few weeks now you know the truth. It's there, just subtle.
>And his tone is accusing right now.
>You put down your fork and rub the back of your neck.
>'Yeah, I did. I know, Kris. It's just...'
>You can't bring yourself to say it.
>'You don't want to.' It's not a question
>You shake your head.
>'God no, it's not that!'
>You clear your throat and look around, you drew a few stares.
>Kris folds his arms. You note he's been done eating for a while.
>'Listen... I want to, okay? I really want to. I'm just... Nervous.'
>Kris stares at you, you can feel it despite the hidden eyes. You saw his fringe twitch too. Raised eyebrows...
>'Don't give me that. It's a lot of pressure alright? Being your...'
>The word catches in your throat.
>He looks away.
>'Your first.' You finish.
>He looks back sharply, apparantly he didn't expect that.
>'You mean it?'
>You nod and he lets out a breath you didn't even see him holding.
>'Of course I mean it, what did you think I was going to say?'
>He looks down at the empty plate, hiding even more of his face before he speaks, even softer than usual.
>'That it was hard being my boyfriend.'
>You clench your fists and swear under your breath. You are galvanised.
>You stand up and walk over to Kris seat, you kneel down and cup his chin before pulling him into a deep kiss.
>He grabs onto you after a moment's hesitation and returns it eagerly.
>You regret it a little once his tongue slips in, you had hoped he wouldn't go that far in public. This boy really loves kissing and he's good at it too. It drives you a little wild, truth be told.
>Your head buzzes a little as he takes over, his fingers running through your hair. You break away reluctantly, trailing a string of saliva from your tongues that breaks as he licks his lips. You take his hand.
>'Alright. Let's go to my house.'
>He smiles and nods so quickly you catch sight of his glistening eyes as his hair bounces. He grips your hand even tighter as he stands.
>You pay and head out of the restaurant, Kris doesn't let go of your arm the entire way.

1/6

>He's sure taking his time...
>You've been out of the shower for about half an hour now and Kris has had the run of it since.
>He was too shy to shower together knowing he had 'preparation' to do and you decided not to press the issue.
>You drum your fingers against the bed and readjust your towel. The room is a little cool, but you are anticipating things heating up quite a lot so you hesitate to raise the thermostat.
>Eventually you hear the water shut off and Kris padding into the bedroom. He hovers nervously around the foot of the bed and then sits down beside you, similarly dressed in a towel.
>You put your hand on his shoulder and lean in to a kiss.
>No words needed for this part.
>You press into one another back and forth for an amount of time neither of you keeps track of. Kris is shaking at the bare contact, but he refuses to break away.
>'We can take a second if it's getting bad...'
>He forces himself back into your chest and shakes his head, he licks your chest after he settles and gives you such featherlight kisses across it.
>His hand goes to your waist and boldly undoes your towel before taking a gentle hold of your hardening length in slender, skillful fingers. Teasing them across the tip.
>You grunt in surprise, he really wants to keep the momentum going...
>You lift Kris up and place him on the bed on his back, tearing away his towel and taking him in.
>Your eyes travel down his slender chest and you climb on top of him, pinning him down and kissing it. You spend some time lavishing it with attention, ensuring not to neglect the stiffening buds.
>His form is so light and curvy, you could be forgiven for thinking him a flat-chested girl, but an insistent poking south of his lovely hips is a staunch reminder of his masculinity.
>He's rock hard now and dripping with need.

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>But not yet.
>You pointedly ignore the most eager part of him and instead begin rubbing your hands across the tender, smooth skin of his stomach and the curving slopes of his hips.
>He huffs audibly and thrusts upwards at you, causing his hardness to bob up and down invitingly, but you simply chuckle to yourself and work your fingers against him all the more insistently
>He takes your teasing quite poorly it seems, his hands go to your forearms and try to guide you lower.
>You simply overpower him however, keeping up your charade of indifference about his arousal.
>'p-please...'
>You quirk an eyebrow at his husky plea. He usually lasts a lot longer than this when you tease him while fooling around.
>'Not this, I want you... To fuck me.'
>The words hit you with a wave of lust, you stop and dip your fingertip into him. He has apparantly lubricated himself beforehand...
>You pry him open with your finger, feeling him relax and breathe deeply as it pushes in. He's trying so hard for you.
>'Are you sure? We can go a little slower if you want.'
>He shakes his head vehemently and spreads his knees apart, looking away shyly. You can see the smile on his face clear as day, though.
>You work him slowly and surely, first with a single digit then working up to two. He grips the sheets and groans deeply and shakily when you find the rounded bump nestled deep inside, just behind his groin.
>You keep at it, adding a little more wetness to your fingers frequently until he feels suitably opened up.
>You hook your arms under Kris' knees and put his legs over your shoulder, aligning yourself with his entrance.
>He looks at you sidelong, biting his lip.
>You take hold of his hips and kiss his thighs for a few moments, more to steady your own pace than to rile him. You want to last long enough to make this good for him.
>You take a deep breath.

3/6

>You enter as slowly as you can.
>Kris is relaxed and prepared, but he's virginally tight, as expected. You take it nice and easy, gritting your teeth and resisting the urge to begin thrusting in earnest.
>His hand is over his mouth, quieting himself. You catch the edge of a moan from behind it everytime another inch sinks in.
>Finally, he takes all of you and you stop to collect yourself.
>Kris is shuddering violently however, you're about to ask if he's alright when he lets out a sharp cry and you panic, fearing you've hurt him.
>But then you see why.
>He's spraying his first load of the evening onto his stomach, it would seem he is very, very sensitive back here...
>Your heart hammers as you feel his insides pulse against you in tandem with his twitches that push out another few drops of pearly cream.
>You put your hands on his hips for purchase and drive yourself into him, watching as he squirms and drips further.
>'Well, you're not taking this like a virgin, are you? I guess you aren't one anymore anyway, but all the same. You're a little slutty back here, Krissy.'
>You tease him as you lightly saw back and forth and he grunts slightly at hearing his hated petname.
>'Don't... AHHhhn!'
>You smirk as you very deliberately bump against his sweet spot mid sentence and he throws his head back the instant you connect.
>'Sorry?'
>You sink in again and lean over him to take a look into his eyes.
>He looks a little pouty, but he's smiling all the same.
>He pulls himself up for a peck on the lips and flops back down, grinning wider.
>'Don't call me that.'
>You laugh and apologise, telling him you don't really think he's a slut, just a lewd boy who likes to be fucked nice and deep.
>He blushes and smacks at your arm.
>Laughing, you tell him you knew what he meant. You ask if he feels ready for you to start moving a little more.
>He shifts slightly, as if testing.
>'Yeah.'

4/6

>'You could be a little sexier about it, you know?'
>Kris stares at you.
>You reach over and push his hair out of his face, taking a look in his eyes.
>'Tell me.'
>His eyes are so beautiful and he keeps your gaze, a rare treat in itself, even without the pleasant feelings coming from where you are connected.
>He leans in and sticks out his tongue, he wants a kiss.
>You happily indulge him.
>As your tongues dance, you feel him shifting his hips on his own. Fucking himself at his own pace. Maybe that's not such a bad idea...
>Without breaking the kiss, you hoist him again and take up a sitting position with him in your lap, still inside of him. He wraps his legs around you as he settles on top.
>And he starts again, raising himself up and lowering himself down, moaning into the kiss as you fill him each time.
>In short order, he's screaming into the kiss instead and you feel a hot spray land on your navel.
>This boy is on a hair-trigger it seems.
>You're getting quite close yourself, but you are loathe to spoil his fun so soon. Watching him cream himself on your dick is quite a treat.
>He pipes up though, breaking away from your lips and calling your name to get your attention.
>'Can we do it from behind to... finish?'
>You're all too eager to comply, and you soon have him bent over the bed with a firm grasp of his girlish hips. You can't resist giving his gorgeous butt a solid smack either and he yelps slightly at the sting.
>This is it. He's ready for it.
>You lean over him and savour the feeling of pressing your chest against his arched back, giving him a soft kiss on the neck before whispering in his ear.
>'I love you, Kris.'

5/6

>You give him the railing of his life. You take the frustration of going slow, building up and deferring your own pleasure of the past two hours, the past three weeks and you fuck that frustration into him.
>And he loves it.
>His arms give out and he slumps onto the bed as another climax hits him, but you ride him through it. He's extremely vocal when you do.
>He tears at the sheets and cries out in joy.
>Finally, you feel your own peak boiling up and you make your strokes shorter.
>Gasping, you grunt and ask where Kris wants it.
>He doesn't seem to understand the question though, or is too blissed out to follow.
>You decide to spare him the cleanup and pull out, rubbing yourself to finish over his plump ass and his back.
>He shudders at the jets of sticky warmth coating his sensitive skin.
>Exhausted, you slump onto the bed as well and roll to your side, panting as you come down.
>Kris crawls over to you and wraps his arms around your shoulders, clumsily kissing at your nose and cheeks.
>Before sleep claims you, you rise up and head for the bedside table.
>'Where are you going!?'
>This is the most emotional outburst you've ever heard out of him. You stop dead and turn to face him, the package you were fetching gripped in your fingers.
>He looks crestfallen.
>'I was getting wet wipes... I don't want that drying up on you.'
>He flushes bright crimson and murmurs something about knowing that already.
>You try not to laugh and wipe him off while he avoids looking at you.
>Dropping them on the floor, you wrap your arms around him and kiss at his neck.
>'Were you afraid you weren't getting any cuddles?'
>He writhes in your embrace.
>'Shut up.'
>You can't hold it anymore and you press your face into his shoulder and laugh.
>'Shut up!'
>You pull him under the covers with you and hold him tightly, his struggles soon cease.
>You drift away shortly after he does, his exhaustion catching up with him.
>You are both deeply satisfied to your core.

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