Sky had cummed. Just like that. Barely a touch. Just one bold stroke and...
"Sky..." Chris said, slowly, as if still processing.
"I couldn't—I mean, I didn't expect—fuck," Sky muttered, face burning, eyes still hidden but his body curled slightly like he could fold into himself and disappear. "It's not even—fuck, this is so embarrassing."
Chris finally blinked himself back into his body. He stared, then laughed. Not mockingly. Not even amused—just... bewildered. A little breathless.
"You really just—?" He stopped himself. "I didn't even do anything yet."
"Exactly!" Sky hissed, grabbing at the edge of his shirt to hide his face. "Don't say anything else, please—"
Sky was still turned to the side, one arm covering his face while Chris remained behind him, half spooned up to his back. The silence stretched—comfortable, but thick with everything unsaid.
Chris broke it first, voice low but laced with a teasing note.
