Jeremiah smirked right back, like he always seemed to, pressing his body tight against Chance’s. “Oh, really? Is that a challenge?” He asked, lips repeatedly brushing against the Brit’s smooth, easily marked skin. “Just for you,” he told him, running his large hands up and down his boyfriend’s bare sides as he kissed along his shoulder.
Chance ran a hand through his boyfriend's blonde locks and wrapped one of his legs around Jeremiah's waist from behind, pulling him in closer. "Depends. Are you man enough to take it on?" The Brit asked softly, ever so breathlessly as he felt the blonde's lips tease his silky skin. With a smile, he squeezed one of Jeremiah's arms with his free hand. "I like it. Makes you look tough, you know." He teased as he leaned up to cup his face and press a soft kiss to the man's jawline.









