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“Yes. Yes, you will.” The thoughts floating from Mark’s mind into his goaded Caster to rush this, plunge deep, and command his body to obey.
But he called on every ounce of his diminishing control to hold back.
Every other encounter between them had been fast, rough, and tinged with a hint of desperation.
This time, he wanted to discover, learn every contour of Mark’s body.
This would likely never happen again, and if he couldn’t have him forever, he’d settle for the memory.
Mark shook his head, but his trembling body, the way he held still, waiting for his command to move, was a thing of beauty.
Caster pushed away the disappointment that he couldn’t have this every day and focused on his submissive.
He flexed his fingers, tightening his grip on Mark’s throat a fraction, enough to draw a moan from Mark’s entire body.
His cock throbbed with the need to move things along, but this would never be about him.
It was about drawing every ounce of pleasure from the trembling body beneath his.
He aimed to make Mark cry out until he couldn’t anymore.
To draw him so close to the cliff-edge, he had no choice but to fly.
The amber flecks in Mark’s brown eyes seemed larger the longer he held his gaze and Caster’s smile, his pride grew as Mark fought his need to close his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to taste his lips again, share the unique taste that was his essence, but this was a process.
His hand tightened a fraction, and the brown in Mark’s eyes sharpened as tears welled. His other hand squeezed between their bodies, past Mark’s cock to that entrance calling for him. Mark responded with a gasp and a plea, his body opening up further with undisguised total acceptance.
Caster’s fingers brushed against the tight ring of muscle, their position making it difficult for him to find any purchase. But he wasn’t willing to lose the closeness. Mark’s skin tingled with the desire he held back, and the contact sent similar ripples through his skin.
It was difficult, but his thumb found a way inside. Mark’s body offered little resistance, his hips pushing down on the finger.
“Stay still.” His voice was raw, tight, held captive by his desire.
Mark gasped, but the images his mind projected screamed his desperate need, his pleas for release.
“I know.” The grip on Mark’s throat eased to a caress as the tears swimming in those gorgeous eyes drifted past his eyelids. “But first, we play, hmm?”
Mark’s nod was small.
Caster watched those eyes as he moved past his chest to his prize. Mark’s eyes followed his movement, the wet lashes casting a shadow that made the brown seem almost black.
His mouth watered with anticipation, but he moved past the temptation that was Mark’s cock and pushed his legs wider. Exposed to him was the only place he wanted to be, what he doubted he would ever get enough of.
“Please.”
Mark’s whisper drew him away from thoughts of a future, of having this every morning, and back to the task at hand.
“Open your eyes.” He wanted all his senses.
Mark’s chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, but even so close, his obedience, his submission, was complete.
Caster dared him to look away as he sucked his thumb into his mouth before pressing the wet digit against Mark’s entrance.
His body yielded to the intrusion with little resistance.
Their previous encounters were evidence he didn’t require too much preparation.
It was clear he enjoyed the pain, but Caster was determined to remove all pain today.
He pointed to the side table by the bed. “Open that for me, baby.”
Mark’s hand flexed as he released the hold he still had on the headboard to do as he was told.
“There’s a small bottle there. Give it to me.”
He reached for the bottle of lubricant Mark handed him, ignoring the questions in Mark’s expression.
He nodded towards the headboard. “Now, as you were.”
Resistance was the clear response floating past his unguarded thoughts.
“Please don’t make me tie you up. I’d rather taste you and then fuck you.”
His whole body went rigid with tension, his agreement coming out as a long, drawn-out moan when Caster resumed his position.
The lavender scent of the lubricant mingled with the distinct scent of Mark as he poured a liberal amount on the tight hole.
This time, his index finger went in with ease.
He may have imagined it, but Mark’s hips shifted a fraction before all movement stilled.
He smiled, even held captive by overwhelming need, Mark’s body would not defy him.
He moved closer to his prize, his finger creating space for his tongue, and the first taste was his undoing.
There was no mistaking the subtle movement of Mark’s hips as they chased his retreating tongue and finger, but Caster was too far gone to discipline him now.
A second finger joined the first, Mark’s body growing more plaint with each stab of his tongue.
He wanted to take the time to enjoy the response from his spectacular submissive, but his body, the way it yielded to him, proved too much of a distraction.
He pulled his fingers out and pushed Mark’s knees against his chest, further opening him up.
This time, when he pushed his tongue inside, the keening cry from Mark, the movement of his hips seeking more, was unmistakable.
Caster held his hips tighter, unrelenting in his need to inundate himself with the unique taste that was Mark.
He moaned, wrapping his lips around the tight ring of muscle, ignoring the pleas floating above him. How had he not done this before?
His cock begged to be let into the action, but he wanted more.
He wanted everything. Only when Mark’s cries dissolved into broken, distant whispers did he realize he’d once again lost track of what this was about.
In a blur of movement, he moved up Mark’s body, gripped the base of his cock, and lined up with the now pliable entrance.
Mark’s eyes were shut, his face damp with a mixture of tears and perspiration.
Unable to resist anymore, he plunged into him with a single thrust. Mark cried out, his eyes flying open, his voice finding its lost luster.
Caster struggled to hold on as Mark’s body rippled around him.
He held still, took sharp, shallow breaths as he found the composure to give them both what they sought.
His hands wrapped around Mark’s wrists on the headboard as he found a steady rhythm.
He could do nothing about the force of his thrusts, and Mark opened himself even further, welcoming each one with a moan, unrelenting in his acceptance.
The familiar tingle at the base of his spine signaled his impending release, but the snap of his hips, his need to push further into Mark, was too great.
His groan as he denied his pleasure rose above Mark’s cries that had once again died down to a few whimpers.
His beautiful submissive was on the edge, waiting for his permission to soar, but Caster needed a bit more.
He released his hold on his arms and rose to his knees, pulling Mark’s hips with him.
The new position, Mark’s ass hovering over the bed, pushed him further inside his body.
He changed the angle of his thrust, and Mark shuddered in his hands, his broken moan, the way his body bowed forward an indication he’d found the right spot.
His impending release begged for his attention, but he needed to take care of Mark first. Come for me, baby. Let me feel you fall apart for me.
Obedience was instantaneous, even before his mind had formed the last word.
He was so beautiful in his total surrender that Caster forgot to chase his own release, Mark’s body gripping his cock tight enough to cause pain, before unleashing a flood of pleasure as his muscles relaxed into contentment.
He groaned, releasing his hold on Mark’s hips, losing all ability to hold back.
As his body shuddered through the assault, he crashed into Mark’s welcoming embrace, the only indication he’d made contact, the shuddering sigh whose source he couldn’t decipher.
Mark’s body accepted him like a warm blanket, and he promised himself to take the comfort only for a few minutes.
What began as an inexplicable attraction they couldn’t contain had grown into more, so much more.
Unfamiliar fear threatened to impose on his contentment, and he tamped down on his mind’s desire to analyze whatever this was, instead choosing to snuggle deeper into the warmth of Mark’s embrace.