[ IV keeps on until he can't take it any more, breath huffing in and out through his nose as he swallows down everything Chris can give, and then he pulls back and has to take a moment to let his head hang, gulping in air now that he can breathe properly. Steadying himself by shifting his hands to rest on the bed, IV kneels there for a few moments, panting and swallowing painfully now that his mouth is empty. ]

C-Chris...

[ His voice rasps, and IV stops and shakes his head a little and then flops down entirely to lie with his head on Chris's thigh.

(his own cock is still straining in his pants but right now IV is too overwhelmed to do anything about it) ]

That... it was good...