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chord’s big ole yellow lab and chris’ tabby cat
chord’s big ole yellow lab and chris’ tabby cat
Chord Overstreet on Runway
It takes every ounce of willpower he has to walk away from Chris but somehow, with one final kiss against Chris’ lips, he’s able to. He walks over to grab a bowl out of the cabinet, and he can’t help but to smirk when he hears the desperation in Chris’ voice. He should feel guilty for being so mean, but he knows he’ll make it up to Chris later.
He takes his time getting the bowl. He wants to make sure that Chris really believes that he’s going to eat a bowl of cereal after getting him that worked up. “What’s wrong babe?” It’s a complete miracle that Chord’s able to say that with a straight face as he slowly walks over to the pantry - the walking slow is more due to the fact that he’s incredibly turned on as well, but it works well for what Chord is trying to do. “I promise I’ll eat really fast.” After grabbing the Fruity Pebbles, he sets them on the counter right next to Chris.
“Sucks to be left hanging, doesn’t it.” Chord is ornery, but he’s not mean. He winks at Chris before moving back in between Chris’ legs. He’s afraid that Chris is going to push him away out of spite, and he’d have a good reason to, so Chord instantly attacks his neck with open mouth kisses to try and defuse the situation.
“Chord!” Chris’s voice turns more stern, still laced through with an edge of need and want, and he drops a hand to the front of his sweats, shamelessly stroking himself through the worn-out cotton — he’s hard as hell and ridiculously horny, and he’s entitled to a little shameless exhibitionism when Chord is going to be so mean. “You can eat after,” he groans, clearly distraught. “Ch-chord, come on …”
He trails off, grabbing at Chord with his other hand again when Chord’s close enough and openly sulking when Chord admits he’d just been teasing. He hooks his legs around Chord’s waist and gives himself one last, teasing rub before curling both hands around Chord’s shoulders — luckily Chord has a pretty good idea of what to do to cheer him up but Chris huffs petulantly anyway, even as he arches up into the delicious assault of Chord’s lips and tongue.
“You’re cruel,” he moans, awkwardly trying to rock his hips against Chord’s without falling off the countertop as he scoots up to the edge. “I th-thought I was …” He trails off, breath catching as Chord hits a particularly sensitive spot. “Mm, g-gonna have to take care of it myself.” He tangled a hand in Chord’s hair and tipped his head back again, leaning in to just barely brush their lips together. “Seemed a little uncouth to be jerking off in the middle of your breakfast.”
Chris getting slimed at the Kids Choice Awards
Chris always was something to say, a trait that Chord finds adorable, so any time that Chord is able to render him speechless, he always gets a big kick out of it. His laugh is muffled by Chris’ skin and he lets out a soft moan of his own when Chris winds his fingers through his hair.“Fuck, Chris.” Chris’ lips feels so nice and it’s almost enough to distract him from his master plan… almost. He starts to work his hand underneath Chris’ sweats and lightly wraps his hand around Chris’ cock. He moves his hand in slow, steady strokes, not enough to actually satisfy since he’s still in a teasing mood.
Somehow, he finds the strength to pull away from Chris’ lips and he starts to kiss his way down his chest. He takes Chris’ nipple between his teeth and gives it a tug before releasing it and moving his way down. Everyone talks about Chord’s abs, but what people don’t know is that Chris’ are a hidden gem. They may not be as defined as Chord’s are, but they’re toned and tight and Chord uses his tongue to worship them.
Chord’s tongue finally reaches Chris’ sweatpants and he runs it just along the edge. He presses a quick kiss right below Chris’ bellybutton before pulling away and removing his hand from Chris’ cock. “Okay, good. I’ll go grab some cereal then and we can get back to this after I’m done.”
“Ch-chord —” Chris doesn’t bother stifling a low moan; that’s the good thing about owning your own home, there’s nobody around to get upset when you get a little too loud.He keeps one hand tangled tight in Chord’s hair, tugging gently, and braces the other against the counter top, pushing his hips up as best he can and arching under every teasing swipe of Chord’s tongue.
This isn’t enough, not by a long shot, and Chris groans in frustration when Chord stops — a moan that quickly fades into a desperate whine when Chord slips his hand from Chris’s sweatpants. “N-no,” he huffs, sulking outright. He gives Chord’s hair another teasing tug, his eyes dark and pupils blown as he frowns down at Chord. “Y-you can’t, Chord, come on, please?”
