24. Chapter 24 #2
“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” Andre murmured, his hands gripping Marcus’s hips as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the base of his cock.
Marcus shuddered, his fingers tightening in Andre’s hair as Andre’s tongue slid up the length of him, lapping up the precum like he was starving for it. “Taste so fucking good, Marcus.”
Marcus groaned, his hips jerking up as Andre’s mouth finally closed around the head of his cock, sucking gently.
Andre’s tongue swirled around the tip, teasing, tormenting, and Marcus’s thighs trembled, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
Andre’s mouth sank lower, taking more of him in, his throat working around Marcus’s cock until Marcus could feel the heat of it all the way down to his fucking toes.
“Andre,” Marcus gasped, his fingers tightening in Andre’s hair as he thrust up into the wet heat of his mouth. “Fuck, Andre, I’m gonna-”
Andre pulled off with a lewd pop, his lips slick with spit and precum as he looked up at Marcus, his eyes dark with desire. “Not yet,” he said, his voice rough.
Marcus groaned, his head falling back against the pillows as Andre’s hands slid under his thighs, lifting his hips off the bed.
Andre’s mouth moved lower, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin of Marcus’s inner thighs, biting, sucking, leaving behind a trail of marks that would bruise later.
Marcus whimpered, his cock throbbing with need as Andre’s tongue dipped lower, teasing the crease of his ass.
“Andre-” Marcus’s voice broke, his thighs trembling as Andre’s tongue pressed against his hole, licking, teasing, driving him out of his goddamn mind. “Fuck, Andre, please-”
Andre didn’t respond, too focused on eating Marcus out like he was a goddamn feast. His tongue pressed inside, fucking Marcus’s hole with slow, deliberate strokes, his hands gripping Marcus’s hips hard enough to leave bruises.
Marcus gasped, his back arching off the bed as Andre’s tongue fucked him open, each stroke driving him closer to the edge of insanity.
“Andre-” Marcus’s voice was a ragged moan, his fingers clawing at the sheets as Andre’s tongue pressed deeper, fucking him so good Marcus could barely think. “Fuck, Andre, I’m gonna… gonna…”
Andre pulled back, his lips slick with spit as he looked up at Marcus, his eyes dark and wild. “Not yet,” he said again, his voice rough. “I want you inside me first.”
Marcus groaned, his cock throbbing with need as Andre climbed up his body, his hands sliding over Marcus’s chest as he straddled his hips.
Andre’s cock was hard, leaking against Marcus’s stomach, and Marcus couldn’t resist reaching out to wrap his hand around it, stroking him slow and firm.
Andre gasped, his hips jerking forward as Marcus’s thumb swirled over the head of his cock, spreading the precum down the length of him.
“Marcus-” Andre’s voice was rough, his hands gripping Marcus’s shoulders as he leaned down, pressing their foreheads together. “Fuck, Marcus, I need you-”
Marcus didn’t need to be told twice. He reached for the lube, slicking up his fingers as Andre shifted, lifting his hips enough for Marcus to press a finger inside him.
Andre gasped, his back arching as Marcus’s finger slid in deep, working him open with slow, deliberate strokes.
Marcus added a second finger, then a third, his thumb pressing against Andre’s perineum as he crooked his fingers, brushing over Andre’s prostate.
“Fuck-” Andre’s voice broke, his hips jerking forward as Marcus fucked him with his fingers, driving him out of his goddamn mind. “Marcus, please-”
Marcus didn’t waste any more time. He pulled his fingers out, slicking up his cock as Andre shifted, guiding Marcus’s tip to his hole.
Marcus groaned, his hips jerking forward as he pressed inside, the tight heat of Andre’s body driving him out of his mind.
Andre gasped, his hands gripping Marcus’s shoulders as Marcus fucked him slow and deep, each thrust driving them both closer to the edge.
“Marcus-” Andre’s voice was rough, his hips rolling against Marcus’s as he fucked him deep, driving him closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck, Marcus, I’m gonna—”
Marcus didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed Andre’s hips, fucking him harder, deeper, his cock throbbing as he drove them both closer and closer to the edge. Andre gasped, his back arching as Marcus’s thrusts grew more frantic, his cock brushing over Andre’s prostate with every fucking stroke.
“Come for me, Andre,” Marcus growled, his voice rough with need as he fucked him harder, deeper, driving them both closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck, come for me-”
Andre gasped, his back arching as he came, his cock throbbing as he spilled over Marcus’s chest. Marcus groaned, his hips jerking forward as he fucked Andre through his orgasm, his own climax building, building, until…
"Marcus!" The cry was one of outrage as Marcus pushed Andre over and grabbed the lube. He slicked up three fingers and thrust them in himself, just enough to allow the size of Andre to fit without tearing himup. "Nah, you're finishing in me, babe. Need that big cock tonight. Need you… every night."
Andre’s voice was a wreck, shredded raw from howling Marcus’s name like some depraved prayer, but his smile was wicked and he was clearly on board as he pushed Marcus' knees apart and ligned up without hesitation. His grip on Marcus’s shoulders was iron-tight, fingers digging into sweat-slick muscle hard enough to bruise as he drove his cock deep, hard, fucking into him with the brutal precision he knew Marcus loved and needed so badly.
Every thrust punched a filthy, wet noise from Marcus’ hole, his ass clenching around Andre’s thick, throbbing length like it was born to take it.
Marcus’s fingers clawed at Andre’s hips, nails biting crescent moons into his skin as he arched back, riding the brutal rhythm of Andre’s thrusts.
His own cock was a flushed, leaking mess, trapped between their sweat-slicked stomachs, throbbing with every brutal snap of Andre’s hips.
“Fuck… fuck…” he snarled, breath hitching as Andre’s fat cockhead slammed into his prostate again, sending sparks of white-hot pleasure searing up his spine.
Andre growled, a deep, primal sound that vibrated through Marcus’s chest as he gripped the headboard for leverage, pistoning in with obscene force.
His balls slapped against Marcus’s ass with every thrust, wet and heavy, the lewd, sticky sound of skin-on-skin drowning out everything but the wrecked noises torn from Marcus’s throat.
“You take it so good,” Andre snarled, dragging his cock almost all the way out before slamming back in, stretching Marcus’s hole wide on that thick, veined shaft. “Fucking beg for it, I wanna hear you-”
Marcus didn’t need to be told. His back arched, muscles taut as he gasped, “Fuck me… harder, god, please…” His voice cracked as Andre obeyed, snapping his hips faster, driving deeper, until Marcus could feel him in his fucking guts.
Every thrust rammed his prostate, sending pleasure crackling through him like wildfire, his cock twitching, leaking pre-cum in fat, glistening strings onto his abs.
Andre’s breath was ragged, his own cock impossibly harder, his balls tightening as he felt Marcus’s ass clench around him like a hot, wet vice. “Gonna fill you up,” he gritted out, hips stuttering, “gonna pump you full, fuck-”
Marcus’s whole body tensed, thighs shaking, toes curling as pleasure coiled tight, tighter, until…
“Fuck, FUCK…!”
Marcus came hard, untouched, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum spurted across his chest, his hole clenching around Andre’s cock in mindless, rhythmic spasms.
Andre didn’t stop. He couldn’t. Marcus’s wrecked body was too fucking good, too tight, too his, and with a snarl, he fucked him through it, slamming in one last time before his hips jerked, his cock exploding inside Marcus, thick, hot cum flooding his hole in deep, pulse after pulse.
”F-fuck… Marcus…!” Andre choked, grinding deep as his orgasm tore through him, filling Marcus until it dripped, his cock still twitching, still pumping as he collapsed onto him, breathless, wrecked.
Marcus could feel it, every pulse, every spurt of Andre’s cum painting his insides, leaking out around his still-buried cock. He groaned, legs trembling as Andre’s weight pinned him, their slick, spent bodies melting together in the aftermath.
“Fuck,” Andre finally managed, voice hoarse.
Marcus just laughed, breathless. “Yeah. Fuck.”
"Marcus." Andre's voice had gone low and wrecked already. "Look at me."
Marcus looked at him. Held his gaze without a single frantic edge to it, through the unsettling vulnerability of being seen this clearly by someone who'd earned the right to see him at all.
"I love you." The words came easier than they ever had, no fear left underneath them. "I love you. There's nowhere else I need to be. Nothing left standing between us."
"I know. I love you too. Six years, and I never once stopped. I tried."
They lay tangled together, the morning finally strong enough to turn the window gray-gold instead of dark.
"No more counting," Andre said, tracing lazy patterns against Marcus's chest.
"No more counting," Marcus agreed, and for the first time in six years, he actually believed it.