cXC #2
And Caster took it all. His tight grip on Mark’s head controlled the encounter, his tongue, the press of his hard body against him taking every reservation away.
His hands dug into Caster’s shoulders as he floated between reality and the bliss calling to him.
Mark’s moans disappeared in the intensity of the kiss.
He wanted to move, to seek relief for his aching cock, but Caster’s grip, his control, was too much to overcome.
All he could do was float in a sea of pleasure waves rising and falling with every pass of Caster’s tongue over his.
Then, as fast as it had begun, Caster pulled away, their harsh breaths meeting in the tiny space between their faces. “You will answer every question I have with honesty, or this doesn’t happen.”
The significance of his words penetrated Mark’s mushy brain, and he started to fight his body’s desire to surrender to Caster’s will.
Caster tightened his hold. “No. No. We won’t talk about that.
Just what you need from me, nothing more.
” He closed the distance between them, but this time the gentle touch of his lips was a comfort, not a display of his dominance.
The effect on Mark remained the same either way.
The fight within him died, overcome by the desire to give Caster everything.
Even the parts of himself he never dared to share with another.
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Caster would never have imagined that he would run into Mark here, of all places.
Or that he would get to taste the lips that had haunted his dreams for days.
It had been clear he was a submissive from their first meeting, and even as he talked himself out of thinking it, Caster had been certain from that moment that this would happen.
It was an inevitable fact he needed to come to terms with before it overtook everything.
Brown eyes, full of something Caster could only describe as apprehension tinged with the pain he’d seen in them a few days ago, bore into his.
For a split second, he almost gave in to the side of him that insisted this was a mistake, but Mark’s whole body relaxed against him when their lips touched a second time.
He’d intended this kiss to signify his strength, his dominance.
To remove the hope in those eyes, but Mark’s total surrender stole his resolve, turning it into a lover’s kiss, a declaration of something he wasn’t ready to face.
When he was sure he would drown in the unique taste of Mark, he pulled back, putting a pittance of distance between them. Confusion replaced apprehension in the brown eyes staring at him, waiting for him to take charge.
His hand reached for that blasted collar again. “Does this belong to anyone?”
Mark bit into his lower lip and shook his head. “I only wear it when I go to places like this. I haven’t…”
Caster released the collar, vowing to replace it, even as he recognized he had no such right.
He placed a thumb on Mark’s lower lip, the warm moisture there making his mouth water.
Mark’s body swayed into his, and he placed his other hand on his lower back, pulling him closer.
His arousal was unmistakable, though he doubted Mark’s desire could match his.
A low moan that tore at his resolve to control this encounter filled the room as he took Mark’s hand.
It was clear he enjoyed being touched. Caster smiled, guiding Mark’s strong fingers to his cock.
The sensation the simple touch aroused begged him to close his eyes and enjoy, but he drew on all his strength to maintain eye contact and limit his smile to a simple flutter of his lips.
There was no reason to show him how much power he had.
Not when this was likely a one-time event.
“You feel that?” He pushed Mark’s hand further against his erection and thrust into it.
Another moan, a shallow breath, and Mark nodded, his eyes fluttering closed.
“Open your eyes.” Caster wasn’t about to let him hide. If this was going to happen, it would happen with full awareness from both parties. “You did that.”
Effortless obedience tore a further piece of his resolve away. The moan Mark didn’t try to contain, and the way his hand strained to keep from moving took away a larger piece.
“It’s been this” —he moved Mark’s hand along the length of his erection—“or some variation of this for days.” He pulled him even closer so every inch of their bodies touched, Mark’s hand trapped between them. “You will fix that, and then we will talk, yes?”
Mark nodded, his shallow breaths warming Caster’s face.
“On your knees.”
The last word was barely out of his mouth before Mark lowered his big body to the ground with impeccable grace.
Caster contained the moan threatening to take all his control from him at the surrender Mark displayed.
It was magical, too beautiful for words, and unlike any other submissive he’d ever seen.
He stroked his cock through his slacks, needing a bit of relief.
Mark stared at him, following his movements with unrestrained eagerness.
Unable to wait any longer, he unzipped his pants, the action taking more seconds than he was comfortable with.
Mark leaned forward as soon as his cock was free, and Caster lost the battle to hold back.
As soon as Mark’s lips closed around the tip, he knew this would be a short encounter.
His need for control had him gripping the base of Mark’s skull tighter than he’d intended.
But Mark didn’t shrink from the challenge; he moaned through it, his head moving in a glorious rhythm that promised endless pleasure.
Caster threw his head back, the warmth of Mark’s mouth, the perfect suction, and the glorious rhythm ratcheting up the pressure, making it almost impossible to keep his orgasm at bay. His hand on Mark’s hair tightened further, and although it may have been painful, Mark moaned and kept sucking.
“I need to fuck your…” Caster was unsure he’d even said the words, but Mark’s open eyes gazing at him as his cock stretched his lips to impossible proportions told him otherwise.
Mark granted his incomplete request by relaxing his jaw. Caster took the silent invitation in stride, pushing his hips forward, sending his cock further down Mark’s throat. The resounding muffled moan had him gripping his head tighter, the pace of his thrusts increasing.
The need to give in to the niggling desire to tumble over the edge was in constant battle with the need to feel a little more.
Mark’s latest moan reverberated through him, and he couldn’t hold on any longer.
His low moan preceded the evidence of his pleasure coating Mark’s mouth, as he swallowed around his cock, drawing out his pleasure.
Control, whatever was left of it, dissolved into his shaking body, the force of his release making him bow forward, sending him further down Mark’s throat.
An unmistakable choking sound reached his pleasure-addled brain, and he regained control.
His hand on Mark’s head relaxed, and he pulled out of his mouth, keeping his actions slow. Tears rolled down Mark’s cheeks, and he surprised himself by wiping them away. Brown eyes popped open, staring at him, as surprised as he was.
“Are you OK?” The question was out of his mouth before he could tamp down on it.
Mark blinked at him, the indisputable haze of pleasure coating his eyes dissipating. “Can I please ask something of you?” His whisper was low, his voice hoarse.
“Anything.”
“Please don’t ask me that.”
Caster nodded and stepped away from him.
He walked further into the room, fastening his pants and shrugging off his jacket as he went.
Mark was right. Whatever was going on with him should have little bearing on this.
His current goal was to give Mark what he’d come looking for.
The thought that he didn’t want anyone else doing that caused him to stumble.
He sat on the bed, took a deep breath, and resolved to keep the tiny realization away from his awareness.
Mark was not ready for anything more. He wasn’t sure he wanted anything more either.
He’d never wanted that with anyone. So, why was the idea of Mark with anyone else so revolting?