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Marc, gaze locked on his cock, started rocking his hips into the bed.
Suddenly, he needed to see that sinuous body moving on his dick so badly, anticipation fired him back into full drive, and he was back on the bed. He moved behind Marc, groaning at the way he rolled his hips. He coated his right-hand fingers with lube and clasped his hip with his left to pull him back and higher. “So. Goddamn. Hot.” He rubbed his wet fingers on Marc’s hole, circling before he pushed one finger inside him. He had to shut his eyes and grit his teeth over the hot silk that surrounded his finger. The tight clasp.
“Finally,” Marc muttered.
Royce slapped his ass. Hard.
Marc stiffened, then groaned and dropped his face back to his pillow, his ass grabbing so tight on to his finger, if it had been Royce’s dick, it would have hurt. Grinning, he slowly moved his finger in and out while he rubbed the pretty red spot his hand left.
“I don’t need all that. Just fuck me.”
“What did I say about what I like earlier?” He waited.
“You like calling the shots.”
“And how do you feel about that?”
He went stiff again, and Royce’s hands paused their movements. When Marc didn’t answer after a few moments, Royce pressed his lips to the red handprint then whispered, “Marc? Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“No.”
“Because you say the word, and all this stops.”
He looked at Royce over his shoulder. “All? You mean you don’t want to fuck unless you get all the say here?”
“No, I’ll still want to fuck. I’ll just rein…myself back a bit more.”
“More?” His voice went up.
Chuckling now that he could tell he hadn’t scared the guy off, Royce began pressing kisses on the hot skin of his reddened cheek, moving down until he reached that sensitive strip of skin where his thigh began. He ran his tongue along it as he pushed two fingers into Marc. He stroked his inner thighs, reveling in the feel of hair against his palm.
“You run?” he asked as he stroked his hands over thighs that looked more muscular than he’d expected.
“Yes,” Marc hissed. “Shit, Royce, please!”
Unable to resist that, Royce came up on his knees and lined himself up with Marc’s hole. As he slowly pushed forward, he gritted his teeth. He would have shut his eyes at the pleasure, but Marc’s back was so beautiful, he couldn’t look away. He was rolling his hips again, muscles rippling along his shoulder blades, the small of his back dipped down in a way that drew Royce’s hands. He held on to his waist, gaze locked there until he was fully seated inside Marc. He panted as he held still, everything in him screaming to move, to fuck.
When Marc moved back, he knew he was good, so Royce began to thrust. The hot clutch of Marc’s body drove him insane, as did the needy sounds coming from the man writhing on his dick. He was the hottest thing Royce had ever seen. He gripped his hips and pushed in deep; and as he pulled slowly back, Marc’s sudden cry let him know he’d hit the right spot. He growled, aimed there, and nailed it over and over until Marc was white-knuckling the bedding.
A flush spread over Marc’s back, his head coming back, and Royce reached for his hair with one hand, gripping it hard. This time, the noise that came from Marc’s throat sent fire streaking through Royce. A long, grumbling vibration of such pleasure, he expected his body to burst into flames. He wanted to hear that noise again and again, so he tightened his fingers. Marc’s cry of pleasure, and the way he clamped down on Royce’s dick, blacked out his vision.
“Fuck, Marc, fuck.” He panted and held on to the man’s hair and pounded into his ass, his other hand gripping his hip hard enough to leave bruises.
“So good. What the hell? So, fucking good,” Marc breathed. “I’m gonna come!”
“Jerk yourself,” Royce growled. “I don’t wanna let go. Fuck, you feel fine wrapping my dick.”
Marc followed direction so fast, and so smoothly, more pleasure shot through Royce. The things he could probably make this man do sent image after image coursing through his brain, and he growled again, not giving a shit if he sounded like an animal.
But Marc must have liked it, because he grasped him again in a molten grip, went tense, then shouted down the roof.
Royce froze, stunned as pleasure coiled in his gut and his balls and his spine. It was everywhere, all at once. “Too much. Fuck, too much.” Royce bent over Marc and bit the back of his shoulder.
Marc yelled again, his body shuddering, and that sent Royce over with him, roaring his release into Marc’s skin. Wave after wave of shocking pleasure pumped through him and out of him, and he gripped Marc’s sides as he could do nothing but ride them. Tremors shook his body, and when he felt Marc’s hand come back to hold on to him, he realized he was pressing kisses over and over onto his back.
