I'm like royalty...  
at least to him.
My name is Chris Colfer-Criss. I have two wonderful children, and a husband whom is the best. I'm a writer, actor, I've even tried directing and producing. I like to do many things at once, but my family means the most to me.


Phone Call || Papa

  • Dare: *he whined, closing his eyes tight as he tried to hold himself off* Want you too... T-touch yourself, Chris.
  • Chris: *he started to stroke himself with his freehand* Close... so close... talk to me... tell me... somethin...

Phone Call || Papa

  • Dare: *he whined, closing his eyes tight as he thumbed over his head* Miss... Miss your ass.
  • Chris: *he pressed his fingers deeper into himself* Want you... so bad...

Phone Call || Papa

  • Dare: *he smiled, starting to stroke himself harder* Move them.
  • Chris: *he arched his back and moaned loudly* Miss your... cock...

Phone Call || Papa

  • Dare: *he smirked, moaning as he started stroking himself slowly* Add another. Now.
  • Chris: *he moaned loud as he added another finger* Oh god... Darren...

Phone Call || Papa

  • Dare: *he heard the whimper, and knew the only thing that could make Chris make that sound* Go deeper, Chris *he said with a growl*
  • Chris: *he did as he was told and moaned louder* God...

Phone Call || Papa

  • Dare: *he whined softly, thumbing over his head* We... We do.
  • Chris: *he slipped a finger inside him and whimpered* Oh good... tight...

Phone Call || Papa

  • Dare: *he whined under his breath, biting his lip* Wish that I could touch you. *he slid his hand down, just barely touching his fingertips to himself*
  • Chris: *he reached for the bottle of lube and coated his fingers generously* We need... a night to ourselves... soon.

Phone Call || Papa

  • Dare: *he let out a breathy chuckle, closing his eyes a little* Not mean.
  • Chris: *he let out a moan as he teased over his head* Ugh...Not as good as when you touch...

Phone Call || Papa

  • Dare: *he groaned, unbuttoning his own pants, pulling them down* Me too...
  • Chris: *he kicked off his pants and reached to tease his fingers over himself* Trying to tease like... you do... Small... mean touches...

Phone Call || Papa

  • Dare: *he groaned, his own hand starting to slowly venture down* Tell me exactly what you're doing.
  • Chris: *he closed is eyes a bit more, letting out a small moan as the fabric of his pants caught on his cock* Trying... to take off my sweats... so I can touch...