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Chris downed his shot in one brazen, reckless throwback and he immediately felt the fire of the whisky ignite his throat and smoulder like hot cola at the base of his stomach. He knew he was pushing it and normally he wasn’t this unrestrained with his drinking. Chris wasn’t the sloppy drunk sort of reckless but he was a young man with the flawed judgment of a young man and when he had a free drink in front of him he wasn’t going to pass it up in the interest of acting responsibly.
It helped settle his nerves, especially since the dance club was so far out of his comfort zone it had taken losing a bet to even get him to step foot under the neon assault on his irises. Chris preferred getting his daily intake of alcohol in the form of cheap beer at a sleazy bar where nobody expected more from him than to sit there quietly and not cause a ruckus loud enough to involve the law. Claire even accused him of acting like an old man which was ridiculous. He could be plenty fun but empting his wages on a shot with a weird name which looked more like gasoline to him and making a fool of himself on a dance floor while getting groped by strangers wasn’t his idea of fun.
The only reason he was there was because Jill had practically threatened him into joining her. When begging didn’t work she’d proposed a bet. If he won, she’d do his paperwork to date and Chris wasn’t ashamed to admit he’d amassed quite the mountain of overdue reports to Wesker’s daily chagrin. At this point he was almost taking a sick joy in adding to the pile, knowing either he’d get into some deep shit for not doing it or ignore if for so long Wesker would just pretend to forget. Or secret option number three, someone else could take care of it instead.
He couldn’t pass up on Jill’s offer even if his payment came in the dreaded form of overpriced drinks and screeching techno dance music. Chris had been far too confident in his victory… That’s why he lost. Jill may not have been as good a cards player as him but he’d dropped his guard and she was sharp enough to read him like a book, practically stealing the victory from right under his nose. Chris tried to tempt Jill into a best two of three but she was far too smart to give him a second chance and now he was cringing at the scrape of the music against his brain with the neglected stack of reports still awaiting his dumb ass in the morning.
‘You look like you need another.’ Chris glanced up at the man sitting beside him, a bit too close for his liking but it was the only way they could hear themselves over the clamour disguised as music. Forest had a teasing smirk and arched an eyebrow at Chris’ mindless drinking.
‘I think I shouldn’t…’ In a rare moment of clarity Chris listened to the quickly subsiding voice of reason. He could already feel the burn creep through his veins, the numbness making his fingertips tingle. Chris knew from the way his cheeks burned he was probably reddening up a little but he was still clear minded enough to stay on the edge before tumbling head first off a cliff.
‘Ah come on Chris! I’m buying.’ Chris bit his lower lip a little and nodded. If the man wanted to waste his money on the expensive swill then who was Chris to get in his way? ‘Atta boy! You’re here now so why sulk?’ Chris rolled his eyes but said nothing as the other man flagged the pretty bartender. As soon as the busty redhead approached, Chris watched Forest entire demeanour change to flirtatious and if rolling his eyes wasn’t helping him get dizzy faster he would have done it again.
In truth, he hadn’t really spent much time with the other man. Chris hadn’t spent a lot of time with anyone yet, bar Jill who shared his desk and he supposed he knew Barry from his past life but considering their age difference they didn’t hang out usually. He was still very new to S.T.A.R.S. and though everyone seemed cool enough he hadn’t focused on getting close to anyone in particular. He was still trying to figure out where he stood in this new path his life had taken and he wasn’t the best at multitasking. He probably wouldn’t have befriended Jill either, had she not made the effort to close the gap herself. He wasn’t standoffish or anything but Chris’ plate had been overflowing with worries about the new place and increased rent, Clare’s tuition fees and trying to figure out why his new captain was such a prick. Jill’s friendship had quickly become one of the best reasons for Chris to come into work and the two had hit it off almost from the get-go. They had very similar views and Chris found her calm, competence very attractive especially when she so easily doused his more reckless tendencies.
Jill had been trying to get him to come out with her and spend some more time with the other team members for weeks but Chris had always found an excuse to get out of it. He was well aware of his sharp tongue and opinions and he wasn’t ready to burn bridges which hadn’t even been built yet. He’d done that plenty in the army and he was actually making an effort to be better this time. Problem was, Jill was a very determined woman and she wasn’t the sort to take no easily. It was only a matter of time…. Chris knew that he supposed. He still resented that Jill dragged him out to a dance club of all places and he suspected she did so on purpose as a form of punishment. She was chill but she could be mean too….
She did take some pity on him and tell him she was only meeting two others from the team there. It made sense to Chris. He couldn’t imagine someone like Barry or Enrico busting a move under the psychedelic lights. Chris knew next to nothing about Joseph, other than his name and boisterous attitude. He was loud and good humoured and Chris had a feeling he was the sort of explosive guy who’d fly easily off the handle but bear no grudges. As soon as Jill properly introduced them Chris had a sense they’d get along. He made a note to talk to Joe more in the future when he didn’t have to shout just to say hello.
Jill hastily whispered into his ear that another would join them shortly and that she was going to dance. She asked Chris to join her but Chris immediately drew back as if he’d been struck and she’d laughed. He wasn’t nearly drunk enough for that. Thankfully Joseph smoothly stepped in and offered to keep Jill company before she focused her full, devastating charm on Chris. She could get him to change his mind… They both knew it. Especially in the tight blue top with a cut far too low for Chris’ eyes not to wander.
His interest in Jill wasn’t exactly a secret between the two. Chris was many things but subtle was definitely not one of them. He’d stared a little too openly at Jill’s legs for her not to notice but instead of calling him out she’d joked about it and Chris couldn’t be more grateful. He wasn’t a sleaze but he had eyes and Jill had curves in all the right places. It was out of respect for their friendship he hadn’t ‘made a move’ but Chris was thinking that if he plaid his cards right then maybe tonight that would change? It was the way her breasts filled out that top which settled it for him….
Chris needed some liquid courage however, especially if dancing was what it’d take to sway Jill’s interests his way. He’d found a spot by the bar and watched Joe dance with Jill while he waited for his drink. They were close, as in bodies grinding together close and Chris found a new reason to drink. He wasn’t getting the sense that Jill was interested in Joseph, not in that way, but the way he was pawing at her hips and she was letting him press her flush against his body made Chris think she was far more than he was ready to take. She was dancing on expert difficulty while he was learning to walk. The unexpected wave of anxiety made him drink faster and he was holding an empty glass before he realised he’d began drinking.
‘What’re you drinking?’ Chris was surprised by the question so close to his ear and he turned to stare at the unexpected company taking a seat beside him. He didn’t recognise him right away though the long hair was hard to forget. It took Chris a second to remember Jill introducing him to the other S.T.A.R.S. member out on the range and even longer to remember his name.
‘Not sure. Jill ordered it.’ That wasn’t exactly true but Chris wasn’t ready to tell Forest he’d ordered a Jack and Coke. The drink seemed oddly juvenile and Chris felt like Forest would make fun of him for the sweet beverage undercutting the strong spirit.
‘Do you like sweet things Chris?’ Chris wasn’t sure how to answer that. Even though he knew Forest very briefly he got a sense that other man was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Something about the way he grinned at him. This was the sort of man he’d protect Claire against.
‘I guess.’ Chris shrugged, a little curious to see where this was going. Forest moved his chair a little closer to him so they could hear each other better and Chris would have moved away but he was making an effort to acquaint himself to his teammates. So far Forest hadn’t done anything to raise his alarms anyway and all he had to justify his apprehension was a feeling. Forest gave him another one of those strange smiles before flagging the bartender.
Chris’ eyes drifted back to Jill while he half listened to Forest flirt with the woman while getting their drinks. Chris had a feeling the man was that sort of guy and from the way his tone took on that salacious smoothness to it he knew he’d been right. The music was too overpowering for him to pick up on Forest’s words properly without actively eves dropping and Chris didn’t feel like listening to him ask the lady if it hurt when she fell from heaven. He settled on staring longingly at Jill’s swaying hips and he must have lost himself in the act because Forest had to tap him on the shoulder to regain his attention.
‘Sorry. Did you say something?’ Chris felt embarrassed at having been so easily caught but Forest only gave him an easy smile. There was no way he hadn’t seen Chris stare at Jill but he chose to say nothing. He pushed a shot glass filled to the brim in what Chris could only describe as a liquid rainbow towards him. Chris stared at it before staring at Forest.
‘I said, your drink is ready.’
‘What is it and why does it look poisonous?’ Forest chuckled and Chris realized there was an equally pigmented glass in his hand. Chris stared at the beverage, silently daring Forest to drink it and the man did without hesitation.
‘It’s sweet and strong. Kind of like Jill.’ Chris felt some heat rise up at the other officer’s name. ‘Hey, I’m not judging. Only a blind man wouldn’t stare at those legs. Joe’s a lucky bastard.’ Forest made a point of dragging his gaze over to where the two were dancing and Chris realized he could have so easily been in Joseph’s shoes right now. He reached for the glass and considered the concoction before deciding he wasn’t in the mood to properly weigh the consequences and threw the cocktail back. Chris could tell too late it was far stronger than the playful colours and sweet taste would make one believe. That burn, lurking just under the fruity sugar felt like stripping spirit against the lining of his throat. If Chris hadn’t been so focused on it he might have noticed Forest turn his attention back to him and grin a little wider when he drew the glass to his lips.
Now Chris was looking at his third drink of the night and this time he knew exactly how strong the shot was. He really shouldn’t. At least they didn’t have work early in the morning though considering their occupation they were never really off the clock. If an emergency called them to a rescue mission, hangover or not, Chris was expected to perform flawlessly. Drinking the second nameless shot was just asking for trouble…
‘How about we go work the alcohol out of your system out on the dance floor?’ Chris flinched a little. When had Forest gotten this close to him? The man’s mouth was almost against his ear and Chris reckoned if he turned his head he might accidentally lock lips with him. The alcohol was obviously getting to his head because he stayed put and didn’t shove his stool from the counter.
‘I don’t dance.’ Chris found speaking a little tedious and he knew another shot would have him slurring. He could usually hold his liquor better than this but it was true he had no idea what the fuck he was drinking. Clearly his cheap beer couldn’t hold up to it.
‘That’s fine. I’ll lead you and that way you can get a better view of Jill.’ Chris blushed, beginning to shake his head but then he recalled the allure of her long legs in the short skirt and the flush of her visible bosom and Chris’ tipsy reptilian brain got the better of him. ‘Drink up Chris.’ Was it just him or was Forest using the same tone he’d used on the bartender? Chris didn’t entirely hate the way he rolled his name on his tongue… Fully aware he was doing something incredibly stupid, Chris gulped the drink down, immediately fighting a wince at the sear. ‘Good man. Come on. You can just follow me.’
Chris was putting a lot of trust in this man who was still practically a stranger. Chris stared at the hand Forest held out to him for a heartbeat but the room was already beginning to tilt a little. He wasn’t in the right headspace to make good decisions and Forest didn’t seem that dangerous… What was the worst that could happen? Jill liked the man enough to invite him out so surely Chris was overthinking this. He tentatively placed his hand into Forests, far more coyly than he would have while sober and let the other pull him towards the shifting sea of bodies.
Forest was drawing him between the masses and Chris would have lost his loose grip when sweat sleeked skin rubbed against him but the man held him firmly and carved a steady path. When Forest stopped and turned to Chris, the soldier’s head was swimming. The music was louder and the bodies around him were heating the air. Chris smelled countless fragrances mixed with fresh perspiration and the ever-present undertone of sharp alcohol. Every time he blinked the world turned a different colour thanks to the snapping shift of the neon bulbs. It was all a perfect cocktail of disorientation on the senses.
Forest was looking at him, studying him for something but Chris wasn’t paying attention. He felt good. He felt that pleasant numbness which only alcohol could give buzz around his brain. Hands settled on his hips and he understood they were Forest’s. He allowed the other man to turn him to face something as Forest moved in behind, his body pressing close to Chris’ back. Forest was taller than him but not by much. Chris let him guide the swing of his body, melting into the palms on his waist gently rocking him from side to side.
‘Jill looks very sexy, doesn’t she?’ Chris blinked and his vision focused a little for him to realize the object of his affection was dancing a few feet away from him. True to his word, Forest had led Chris to a spot where he could get a good look at the woman. Jill’s back was to him so she couldn’t see his hungry stare but Joseph could. Chris didn’t notice and he certainly didn’t notice the silent conversation exchanged between Forest and his buddy. There was nothing accidental about this night…
‘What were you going to do if Jill came home with you tonight, hm?’ Forest had to practically press his body flush against Chris’ and his mouth against his ear if he wanted his voice to be heard. The unexpected contact stirred Chris to a semblance of rationality and he turned his head a little to catch the other man’s eye, his mouth opened to ask for some space but he changed his mind when he caught the dark abyss of his eyes. There was no mistaking the lust in them. Chris was drunk but he wasn’t that drunk. He suddenly became far more aware of where Forest’s hands were on him and the solid bulk of his body. Instead of saying anything he turned back but though his head was facing Jill he was too distracted to see her.
‘Let me guess. You hoped to score tonight, show her a good time?’ One of Forest’s hands began slowly ascending from his hip, under his plain tee and up to his chest. Chris felt like the fingers were piping hot. Forest continued to guide his body into a rhythmic grind but the press of the other man’s pelvis no longer seemed so innocent. Chris supposed it never had been but he’d been too tipsy to notice just how firmly the other man pressed his crotch against his ass. He was aware of it now and Chris still didn’t move away because….Forest’s hands felt good on him.
‘I bet you thought of her mouth on you. Were you going to see if she’d be generous enough to blow you tonight? Can you picture it? Jill on her knees between your legs, your stiff cock between her pretty pink lips? Can you feel her wet tongue running along you, making you moan?’ Chris made a strangled sound but thankfully it was lost in the noise. Forest heard it though. The hand on his chest began playing with one of his nipples and Chris bit his lip to stop from making more embarrassing noises. He couldn’t believe Forest was so brazen to feel him up in a sea of strangers. What if one of them noticed? What if Jill noticed? Why was he getting hard?
‘And you strike me as a good guy. You’d return the favour right? You’d like a taste of her wet cunt right Chris? Lick it and eat it out like a tasty fruit?’ Chris had indeed imagined that but hearing it sounded so salacious. Having Forest narrate his filthy fantasy sounded downright sinful and he had to squeeze his legs together because he could feel his underwear getting wet. Fuck! Chris was reacting like a horny teen and he fully blamed the man grinding against his ass for all of it.
‘So… So what if I did?’ Chris managed a semi-daring look over his shoulder and found Forest grinning. The smack on his ass came out of nowhere and Chris yelped a little before he hastily pressed his hand over his mouth to stifle the noise. The absolute last thing he wanted right now was to attract attention! Forest smacked him again and smirked at his pathetic glare. There was too much lust and alcohol behind it to even hint at a threat.
‘You have a real nice body Chris.’ Forest licked his lips, dragging his tongue slow enough for Chris to follow. ‘Let me take you home.’ Chris’ eyes widened. He could tell Forest was getting hard against him but he hadn’t expected the man to just say it… All night Chris had ogled Jill, a woman. True he didn’t mind Forest’s hands on him but still….
‘Take me home?’ Chris repeated the words, to buy himself some more thinking time. Forest was attractive in a fuckboy sort of way but he was a stranger. Chris admitted he hadn’t had sex in long enough to be hornier than usual but was he really the sort to be bought with two drinks? Under the right circumstances he could be.
‘Yeah. Let me hit it from the back, show you what it feels like to be the girl.’ Chris felt his blush stretch all the way to the tips of his ears. He slept with guys before, especially in the army, but he’d never been on the receiving end. It wasn’t a chip he was looking to cash in either, but he couldn’t deny the thrill of excitement as he considered the hard tent poking against his backside. Seriously, how strong were those drinks?!
‘I don’t…. I haven’t….’ Chris’ brain short-circuited as he struggled to explain his predicament and Forest pinched his nipple. Chris gasped and Forest kissed him. He could have backed away. There was plenty of space for it. Chris didn’t respond to the tongue licking along his lip straight away but Forest was insistent and patient. Chris gasped against the mouth and the tongue was quick to venture inside. The man was a damn great kisser and Chris found himself getting swept away, Forest once more leading him into a slow rhythm like their dance. Chris’ mind was fogging over and his participation was sloppy but Forest didn’t seem to mind. Whatever horny noise Chris was making, the other silenced while simultaneously encouraging more by rolling the nipples between finger and thumb. When they finally broke apart, Chris felt like he’d say yes to just about anything Forest requested.
‘Don’t be shy baby. I’m the best. Let me show you, if you’re ready for this step?’ Chris hesitated until Forest gave his ass a very firm squeeze and he barely held back a moan. ‘If you let me take you home, I’ll have your ass beg for cock by the end of the night. Let me take the lead and all you have to do is obey. What do you say Chris? Wanna get fucked tonight?’
‘Y-Yeah. You talk a good game. Hope it’s not just that.’ Chris grinned cheekily. Forest wasn’t the only player on this field.
‘Remember those words when your asshole is dripping with my cum.’ Chris hummed, feeling his insides squirm at the filthy promise and his hole clench in anticipation. He was always at his sluttiest with the right amount of drink in him… Forest made a mental note.
‘Take me home then.’ Chris sighed against Forest’s lips, inviting him for another sloppy kiss. It gave the man a chance to meet Joseph’s watchful stare and wink. The other man smirked and shook his head before refocusing his attention on Jill’s carefree dancing. He’d let her know later Chris and Forest had retreated for the night though he won’t offer any further information. Not that Jill was ignorant to her friend’s need to stick his dick in any pretty thing who crossed his path. She’d suppose that was one sure way for Chris to make connections…
***
Chris moaned wantonly as the other twisted his tongue expertly against his. He was naked and stretched on the man’s sheets with another equally nude body crawling all over him. Forest’s apartment was close and he hadn’t given Chris an opportunity to change his mind before hailing a cab and getting him up to his bedroom. Before Chris could have time to even take his new surroundings in, Forest was on him, kissing him hard while making quick work of his clothes. He left Chris in his briefs before pushing him on his back and undressing himself, all the while devouring the soldier with ravenous stares.
Chris opened his legs with very little nudging when Forest advanced up his body, eagerly welcoming his mouth in another tongue twisting kiss before they broke apart so his last article of clothing could be pulled down his legs. His cock was drooling precum as it sprung free and he was far beyond the point of feeling awkward as Forest licked his lips at the sight.
‘I figured you were a hot piece from the moment I saw you. Wanted to get you in my bed for weeks.’ Chris never picked up on it but he had been keeping his distance. Now that Forest was naked he was free to admire the other law enforcer himself and he liked what he was seeing. The lean physique had a reason to be cocky.
‘What stopped you?’ Forest smirked and began moving his hands up Chris’ chest, feeling the body become putty in his fingers.
‘Jill said she’d break my cock if I made a move before you were ready. Fierce woman, that one.’ Chris hummed but wasn’t thinking of her when Forest began kissing along his throat. He was feeling things far more intensely with the added aid of the spirits but Forest knew what he was doing. He wasn’t just a big talker. Chris arced a little when the mouth moved lower down his chest to focus on the hard nipples Forest had fondled all night. He carted his fingers through the long locks, finding them surprisingly soft and Forest encouraged him to continue by sucking the nubbin between his teeth and added enough pressure to have Chris panting. At this rate he was going to cum from having his chest plaid with and Chris tried to get Forest to move on by pushing his head a little lower. It wasn’t hard but it got the message across.
‘Eager? I guess you don’t need to answer.’ Forest smirked at him before staring at his reddening member. Chris had been eager to scratch that itch since Forest got him riled up on the dance floor. Forest moved his mouth lower down Chris’ abdomen, following the line to his navel and the soldier sat back, ready to lose himself in the pleasure that wicket tongue could deliver once around his stiff rod. ‘Too bad you’re not calling the shots tonight.’
Chris gasped when he was suddenly flipped on his front. He was taken completely by surprise and his body was far too easy to manhandle in this sorry state. Chris’ gasp was muffled by the pillow his face was shoved into and Forest grabbed his hips to drag his body a little lower across the sheets so his ass was standing up. Chris tried rising up but his arms felt week, not in small part due to the embarrassment of this new position. He’d agreed to Forest fucking him but he hadn’t consented to having his cheeks pulled apart so the man could stare at his gaping hole.
‘No… Don’t look…’ Chris couldn’t see much with half his face resting on the pillow but he could hear Forest chuckle. His thighs were quivering and his skin felt ablaze. He was hyperaware of every fingertip rubbing up and down the meat of his romp, stretching the muscles in wide circles until there was no tension left in them.
‘Never took you for a shy boy Chris. I like it. I told you before, didn’t I? All you have to do is obey tonight. Don’t worry. Your sexy ass is in fine hands.’ Chris shivered at the unexpected loss of control. It wasn’t what he usually was into but he couldn’t deny the pooling precum under his stiff member. Maybe Forest was awakening some new kink in him. Maybe he could blame the drink though Chris felt clear headed enough to say no if he felt uncomfortable. Maybe he was so desperate for a good fuck he didn’t care about such trivialities as shame anymore. ‘Are you going to be a good boy for me Chris?’
‘What if I’m not?...’ Chris was too hard to deny Forest but he couldn’t help himself. He had to stir the pot a little… Or he wouldn’t be Chris Redfield.
‘Then I’d have to take some measures. Make sure you’ll behave. Maybe I’ll cuff you to the bed?’ Chris pictured himself still in his current position, face in the pillow and ass up but with his hands incapacitated above his head. He could almost see the silver glint of their job issued handcuffs linked around the bar of the bed frame and he made a strange little noise he couldn’t pretend was distressed. ‘You’d like that? How cute. Maybe next time. I think you’ll behave for me tonight. I can tell you’re a good boy.’
‘Fuck, whatever Forest… Just touch me, please….’ Chris would never live the neediness of that plea down but he didn’t care when his cock felt like it’d explode.
‘Nah. I think I’ll make you cum from your ass alone.’ Chris whined his dejection but Forest took no heed. Chris wasn’t sure what the other man was doing but he heard something get uncapped and he correctly assumed it was some form of lubricant and he was at least happy the tease was planning to do something soon. He didn’t doubt Forest knew what he was doing but he was sceptical the arrogant officer could live up to his latest promise. Chris was easy but he wasn’t that easy. He’d never managed to make his partner come from having his cock in them and he was pretty damn good between the sheets as well.
‘Ready to be my girl Chris?’ Instead of answering Chris’ opening gave an excited little clench before opening wide as if to urge Forest to put something inside, anything he wanted. It was hard to believe this was a virgin hole from the way it winked at him. ‘I can tell your hole’s cock starved. Patience baby. I don’t want to break you on your first time.’
Chris squirmed when a large glob of runny lube splashed on the tip of his tailbone and began running down the trail of his crack. It was room temperature but against Chris’ feverish skin it felt too cold. His hole clenched tight when it descended lazily along it and Forest rubbed more relaxing circles around the fleshy globes. It didn’t take much work to get Chris back to his panting, eager state and Forest began gathering the lube that went past Chris’ entrance on the tip of two fingers and rubbed it back up and around the pink muscles until the sphincter was almost sucking his fingernail in in its eagerness for more.
Curious to see what Chris’ limits were, Forest began pressing a little further, taking his time to work plenty of sleek along with the steady advance of his finger. There was barely any resistance from the trembling body and most of that was due to Chris’ inexperience with the sensation. Forest was extremely attentive to catch any noise of dissatisfaction from Chris but he seemed lost in his wet panting. Forest searched, poked and prodded with the tip until he brushed something he knew would change the whole fucking game. It was a very soft touch and just enough for Chris to give a surprised shake but it was enough for Forest to smirk. That tiny, unassuming spot would be the key to his victory and the reason why Chris was soon going to love getting dicked.
‘See? I knew you’d behave. Such a good boy.’ Forest pulled his hand back to coat it with more lube and returned to prying the softening tunnel open. Two fingers slid against one another and tested the give by pulling the walls apart, a little wider with every careful advance. He could tell Chris was growing impatient from the way his ass shook. As a treat for being so patient Forest fount that sweet spot and unlike before, he focused on it properly this time. The reaction was immediate.
‘Keep-Keep touching there!... So good…’ Forest licked his lips and used his free hand to take the edge off his stiff erection with a few rough strokes. He hadn’t anticipated the handsome new recruit being this sexy in bed. That lust saturated voice went straight to his dick. It was nothing like how Chris sounded when focused and clear minded and he wondered how the officer would react when Forest would inevitably tease him about it the following morning.
‘I think I just found my new favourite work distraction. You sound so sexy Chris. Moan some more and I’ll give you what you want baby.’ Chris narrowed his eyes as he attempted a glare but of course it was met with a teasing wink. Forest brushed the nerves and Chris did as he was told. A luxurious moan rolled down his tongue and he made no effort to stifle it. If Forest want him to be noisy then he’d better hope the neighbours were deaf.
The more vocal Chris was the more Forest rewarded him with harder jabs against his p-spot until Chris’ fingertips were clenching the pillow. The fabric below his mouth was soggy with his flowing drool. Forest was withdrew his fingers, a thread of lube connecting him to the gasping hole because he knew Chris was ready for him. He’d been eager to stick his cock in the young sharpshooter before but now he was aching for it.
‘Finally gonna fuck me?... About time…’ Chris’ tease was bold considering his hips were presenting his ass like a delicious offering. Forest wasn’t going to make Chris beg or anything, that wasn’t really a turn on for him, but he knew he could. He could have this handsome man worshiping the ground he stood on if the reward was getting stuffed.
‘You’ve been so patient and good, you deserve a prize. Do you want my cock in you Chris?’ Forest teased the rim with his cum stained tip and watched it try to suck him inside like it had with his finger. ‘Do you want me to fill you up with cum until you’re fit to burst?’
‘Yes! Fuck yes! Fuck me, please… I want it raw and hard, like you promised…’ Forest hummed and thrust a little forward, testing. He was worried for nothing. Chris’ body welcomed him and the tunnel hugged around his member thirstily. It was an act of sheer willpower to hold back from burrowing all the way in one go but no matter how whiney Chris got this was still his first time and Forest knew his lust soaked brain wasn’t thinking straight.
‘Such a tight squeeze… Fuck, Chris relax a little or I’ll end up ripping you like tissue paper. Feels so good though. Couldn’t have asked for a better ass to take home tonight.’ Chris made some fretful noise and the pressure on Forest’s cock eased up enough for him to reach all the way through. He cursed and waited for Chris to stop shaking and let him know he was fine.
‘I’m…I’m fine so… fuck…. So hard!...’ Chris’ broken sentences may have lacked sense but his desire was heard loud and clear.
‘Alright baby, you’ll get to cum soon. Promise. Tell me if I’m going too hard, ok?’ Chris made an impatient noise and Forest had to chuckle. Considering how needy the other man was, Forest didn’t think Chris would tell him to stop unless he was about to snap in half. Just like he liked ‘em.
Forest dragged his cock out slowly and snapped his hips forward in a rapid fire, ramming Chris’ sweet spot with enough power to have the man choke on his breath. He did that a few more times, just to make sure Chris could take it and when he was satisfied, Forest Speyer introduced Chris Redfield to a world of pleasure he’d denied himself for too long. The man’s cock pistoned through him with the focus of completing a mission because by now Forest was as desperate to climax as the mewling soldier. His strength was no joke and he put his muscles to work as he smacked his pelvis against the sweat sheened skin of Chris’ ass until the slapping sound was obscenely filthy. The lube which got drawn out of Chris by his dick added the sloppy wet noise to the mix. Forest couldn’t get enough of seeing his length pull out of the puckered hole only to fill it back up. He wished Chris could see how greedily he was sucking on him.
‘Holy shit Chris! I’m not going to last when you gobble me up so hungrily!’ Chris’ stiff erection was slapping against his belly as the other man rocked his body with his rough motions and he was so fucking close. He didn’t even need to touch himself to know he’d burst like a popped balloon. He just need Forest to hold out a little while longer.
‘No-Not yet!... So close… Fuck!…. Please!... Har-Harder!...’ Forest dug his nails into the tender meat of Chris’ hips as a distraction and the bite of his hold made the other man wilder. On an impulse Forest smacked Chris’ ass and he felt the tunnel clench hard around him. ‘Yeah! Yeah! Again!... Please, smack me harder!...’ Forest couldn’t get enough of this unexpectedly delectable side of Chris but he was struggling to keep going. He smacked the fine ass sharply and he noticed the way the man’s spine dipped lower and his muscles tensed. Chris was at his limit too.
‘Open wide and swallow it all Chris!’ Forest’s cock jerked and he let himself go. He groaned and shook as the pleasure rippled through him and he shot copious bursts of hot cum inside the trembling hole. He was panting hard when he was finally empty and had to push his wet hair back from his face. He studied Chris and grinned. He didn’t need to worry about the other man since he was still shaking softly with the glow of his orgasm. Forest realized the only thing holding the body propped up was his hand on Chris’ hip and he gently let him lower on the sheets.
‘Pretty full of cum Chris. How did you like it?’ Forest’s member left the sated entrance with a wet sound and without it there to cork him, the gathered cum mixed with lube began to dribble out of Chris. Forest watched it smugly and swallowed thickly. That was a hot sight he wanted to commit to memory.
‘So… So fucking good…. So much… Full…’ Forest ran a palm up Chris’ back, noticing his steady breathing. The man was just about ready to pass out. Forest supposed he couldn’t take complete credit for Chris fucked-out state. The alcohol was probably no longer playing fast and loose with him but it was making him drowsy.
‘You were so good baby. Rest now and leave the rest to me, ok?’ Forest nuzzled the mop of Chris’ dishevelled hair and took a hearty sniff of his nondescript shampoo. The man murmured from far away his eyes already closed and Forest doubted he’d even heard him. He kissed Chris’ cheek and smirked. Oh, Jill had been so right. He and Chris were absolutely going to get along.