This is a drabble that I wrote for @possessedpika because sheâs so sweet and lovely and sheâs new to this fandom. So as a welcome to her (and because Iâm a slut for this ship ngl), hereâs some Chrisak. Enjoy, babes â€
He doesnât know how he keeps getting into this situation.
Itâs the same thing every time.
And itâs not like he goes over with the expectation that the same thing will happen, it just does.
Isak swallows down a moan and clenches his jaw, fisting Chrisâ hoodie, grinding up against his thigh. He canât deny that it feels good â fantastic, even, but he also canât deny that itâs unmistakably very⊠gay.
âJust relax,â Chris murmurs against his skin, his hot breath tickling the tiny hairs behind Isakâs ear. And Isak knows what he means by that, knows that his bodyâs tensing up and that Chris is taking notice.
Itâs happened every time and itâs happening now.
The fact that heâs doing this kind of thing with a guy, and enjoying himself, is just⊠itâs a bit unsettling. But Chris has assured him that thereâs nothing gay about it, that theyâre just having fun.
And heâs not about to call Chris Schistad gay.
So of course Isak has just shrugged nonchalantly and agreed, said that heâs not gay either so what theyâre doing doesnât bother him.
Isak takes a deep breath, doing his best to put a blanket over the neon sign in capital letters in his brain that says THIS IS GAY.
Any coherent thought is completely diminished once Chrisâ nimble fingers have breached the barrier of Isakâs zipper and worked their way inside his boxers. This time, itâs impossible to keep a moan from slipping out.
Chris is pumping his dick quickly, efficiently, the sole purpose to make him come, not to tease. His lips are on Isakâs neck, on his ear, on his shoulder, on his collarbone, never settles on one place, just keeps wandering. No marks please please please.
And Isakâs trying to get his body to work, he really is, but itâs impossible to move his hands away from Chrisâ arms. He canât return the favor right now, he just canât, not when Chrisâ hand feels so good around him.
âFuck,â Isak moans and his voice sounds so whiny, girly almost, and he hates it, hates how vulnerable it paints him out to be. But Chris seems to like it, Isak can tell by the smirk heâs pressing into his skin.
And for a second, Isak considers that it might be a little weird that he knows how it feels when Chris smirks.
But the thought is forgotten as soon as it appeared because Chris is now biting his earlobe and thatâs-
It makes Isak shudder and squirm a bit.
âYouâre close, arenât you?â Isak only nods, canât give a verbal answer. His feet are moving helplessly against the duvet, not finding proper footing, his back arching off the bed and pressing against it in close intervals.
âFeels good, hmm?â Chris murmurs and Isak nods again. He kind of loves when Chris gets like this, when he starts whispering dirty things in his ear, but heâll never admit that. Itâs a little too⊠gay sounding for Isak to be fully comfortable with it.
Chris tightens his grip on his dick and breathes into Isakâs ear, licks his lips before speaking.
âI bet youâd feel even better if I fucked you,â he whispers. And thatâs it for Isak, thatâs his tipping point.
Isakâs breath catches in his throat, hands clenching Chrisâ arms so hard theyâll surely bruise, abdominal muscles contracting violently and almost making his body jerk up. And he comes so hard itâs almost embarrassing.
Chris leans back with the most satisfied smirk Isakâs ever seen, reaching over to the nightstand for some paper to wipe up the mess. He bites his bottom lip when heâs looking at Isak again, as if heâs assessing the state heâs left him in, as if heâs proud of how disheveled Isak is.
Isak wants to wipe that pleased smirk off his face. He wants to do it with his mouth around his dick, though, and thatâs arguably not particularly hetero.
But thatâs a thought for another day. There are more pressing matters at hand.
Isak flips them over and is surprisingly smooth with it, settling between Chrisâ legs easily, feeling a lopsided smirk taking over his features.
âMy turn,â he says, sounding every bit as cocky as Chris always does and good god, he must have rubbed off on him⊠so to speak.
âBring it on,â Chris replies, mirroring Isakâs smirk. And fuck yes, he will.
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