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Marc wanted to argue that he thought Royce was truly the beautiful one. That he ached to capture that beauty on canvas and chisel it in marble. He’d learned tonight that it was the one time he could put his frustration over his own skill aside and just work—nothing else seemed to matter when he was trying to recreate the raw splendor that was Royce.
But he couldn’t speak because Royce had slipped his thumb inside his mouth. Marc hummed with pleasure as he licked the digit before carefully scraping his teeth along the pad. The hand on his chest clamped down, and Royce sucked in a deep breath. His hips thrust against Marc’s back, rough jeans rubbing along his flesh. There was no mistaking the rock-hard cock pressing between his shoulder blades.
“Your mouth. I was telling you the truth earlier. That it makes me hungry. There are so many filthy things that I want to do to that perfect mouth.”
Royce pulled his thumb free of Marc’s lips and he moaned. “Yes.”
“Beg me to fuck your mouth.”
“Yes, please. I want your dick in my mouth. I need to taste you.”
The warm weight against his back instantly disappeared, and he followed the sound of rubbing fabric around him until Royce’s heat was directly in front of him. His hands were back, framing and cupping his face.
“Show me how badly you want it.”
With trembling hands, Marc slowly reached forward until he came into contact with the coarse material of his jeans wrapped around powerful thighs. He dragged his hands upward, squeezing muscles and shaping his strong legs, creating the picture in his mind. He stopped when he reached Royce’s hips, holding him steady as he leaned forward, pressing his face directly into Royce’s crotch. With his nose, he nuzzled his dick, feeling it twitch behind the jeans. One of Royce’s hands settled on the top of his head, tightening in his hair, but not controlling him.
“Remove my pants.” His voice was rough and low, the sound flowing through Marc’s body with the same intoxicating warmth as the finest whiskey.
Pulling back, he quickly found the zipper and lowered it. He grabbed the waist of both the pants and briefs and carefully pulled them both down to Royce’s knees. His cock sprang free, brushing across Marc’s lips and cheek, leaving behind a sticky trail of pre-come. Marc licked his lips, getting his first faint, salty hint of Royce, but it only made him hungry for more. He’d been dying to do this almost from the first moment that he’d met Royce. The sound of Royce’s ragged breaths urged him on. He wanted to drive Royce crazy, to push him over the edge until he was shouting and coming in his mouth.
Like Royce had done to him earlier.
Marc slid his hands back up Royce’s legs, loving the feel of the rough hair under his palms before he grabbed his hips. He drew in a deep breath and was again hit with the wonderful, musky scent of Royce with the faint hint of soap. The same soap that Marc had used earlier that night. They’d taken turns showering before bed, clinging to the idea that the hot water would help them relax. This was so much better for relaxation.
Leaning forward until Royce’s cock bumped against his lips, Marc opened his mouth and slowly licked up his thick length. A low groan rumbled from Royce, and it was the best sound in the world. When he reached the plump tip, he carefully wrapped his lips around it, sucking and swirling his tongue before releasing him. He moved lower and licked up his cock again.
The blindfold might be robbing him of his sight, but it made every scent, touch, sound, and taste that much more intense. Royce’s smell filled his nose. His warm, soft flesh filled his hands. He caught every groan, gasp, and sigh as he ran his tongue up his cock again and again. And his taste exploded on his tongue.
Royce was everything in that moment.
After several teasing swipes, Marc wrapped his left hand around Royce’s cock and carefully directed it into his mouth, letting it slide across his tongue. He sucked him down. Royce’s hips gave a little pump as if he could no longer fight back the urge. Marc released his hold on his cock and returned his hand to Royce’s hip, pulling him forward, trying to get him to thrust again. Royce gave a few experimental thrusts, but it felt too restrained. He wanted Royce wild and free.
Marc slid up and down his cock a few times before taking him to the back of his throat and swallowing, letting his throat muscles massage the head of his cock. Yeah, he could deep throat a cock with the best of them. Royce cried out, the hand in his hair painfully tightening. He pulled back again to swirl his tongue around the tip before sucking him back down, and this time, Royce thrust deep. Marc moaned around his cock, pleased to feel that he was finally letting go. Royce surged in and out of his mouth, fucking him hard, growing thicker with each motion. Marc dug his fingers into Royce’s ass, loving the feel of the man.
