[Spice ahead - drive safely.]
Chris knew he shouldn't have trusted Dax when he was in a mood.
He should have tried something. Slowed it down. Now the wardrobe was filled with his moans.
He should have said no properly, instead of half-thinking it and letting it slide. Especially when Dax carried him to their room without asking, arms solid and unapologetic, clearly enjoying both being glued to Chris and the reminder of how easily he could do this.
Then the phone rang.
Dax shifted just enough to answer it, his expression already turning sharp and distant, his work tone snapping into place. "Shower," he said absently, thumb pressing once at Chris's hip as if anchoring him there. "I'll eat you after."
Chris should have questioned that wording. He didn't, as maybe Dax made a mistake while taking the call. He didn't think that he would be really eaten out just half an hour later.
