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Chris is two fingers deep into Mark’s ass when Beth sticks her head in. She takes a second to take in the scene: Mark sprawled face-down on the bed, butt naked, making little shuttery sighs and moans; Chris, fully clothed, perched next to him and calmly working his fingers in and out, looking mostly composed if not for the tent in his pants.
“Hey,” Beth says casually, ignoring the pounding that has instantly sprung up in her clit. “I’m going to run to the store, you need anything?”
“I think we’re out of bagels,” Chris offers. His fingers twist and Mark lets out a louder moan.
“Any flavor preference?”
“I’ve been craving some poppyseed lately-“ (“Fuck-”) “-and Mark always wants cinnamon raisin, right, Mark?”
“Mmph,” Mark says, coherently, his face still buried in the sheets.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” Beth says, leaning against the doorframe for a better view. It’s a gorgeous image, truly; Mark writhing on the bed, spread open, as Chris works in a third finger. “Oh, did you hear the news from NASA today?”
“No, do tell!” Chris’s attention is fully fixed on Beth now, even as he continues toying with Mark.
She takes her time relating the hot gossip about Mindy’s promotion, the new Ares V crew, the developing schism among the cafeteria workers, and so on and so forth. Chris nods along and asks all the right follow-up questions, even as he casually slides his fingers out and inserts a vibrating toy into Mark’s ass, barely looking. Mark makes a broken noise that might be “please;” they both ignore it. He’s twisting and turning enough, trying to get friction, that Chris places a hand firmly on his back. He settles down obediently without Chris needing to say anything.
“Well,” Beth finishes, “I’ll see you in a bit with the groceries, yeah?”
Chris wraps a hand loosely around Mark’s dick and he comes, loudly and violently.
“Drive safe,” Chris says. Beth slips out the door quietly and only lets herself smirk when she’s out of Mark’s sight.