He kisses me slowly,adoringly, like he’s savoring me as if his life depends on it. My heart is caught somewhere between still trying to calm down from the soul-shattering orgasm he just gave me, and speeding back up as his tongue curls around mine. His fingers dig beneath my thighs, and I can feel the slow ebb of his patience curling just under the surface.
GRADUATION CELEBRATION
Marcus’s POV
My body is coiled up tight from how hard Qiang just came. The sounds of their pleasure and holding them against me while they came undone, along with their ass grinding so decadently against my cock, it took every ounce of willpower not to come with them.
If I’d had the thought to bring the lube outside with me, I would have finished where we started. But hot tub water, as pleasant as it feels, actually dries out the places I need them to be the wettest. As much as I intend to have Qiang in every way possible, pool sex will simply have to wait for better preparation, and I’m way too impatient to go grab it and come back. Not like we don’t have five days here to play.
The chill of the air sends a shiver through Qiang’s body when I haul them out of the warm water. I stop to snag a couple of towels along the way to lay out on the bed for us. They lean up and wrap their hand around the back of my head to keep our lips connected while I lay them down, and snag the lube off the nightstand.
I move my lips from their mouth to their jawline, tracing thecurves of their face with my tongue. My mouth glides slowly down their neck, then nuzzles their collarbones. Their body shivers, and I can hear the slight hitch in their breath as I skate my fingers down their sides, flitting my thumbs along their sensitive nipples on the way down.
“Marcus,” they groan, a slight chide in their tone, like they want me to get the show on the road, even though it wastheywho requested slow and savory.
“I already told you what I planned to do to you,” I whisper against their abdomen, leaving a sweet peck on their skin.
“We have all night; you can just fuck me now and do the rest later,” they try to barter, but it’s not going to work. I want all three of my orgasms, and I’m only gonna get two if I give in and fuck them early.
“Look at who’s being impatient?” I drawl into their stomach.
“You and your ego,” they hiss out fondly.
I know they were going for snarky, but they missed the mark by a mile.
“I have to prep you anyway, pretty. Let me get my fill of you while I do it,” I point out.
Even when all else fails, there’s still the reasoning behind absolutely refusing to fuck them dry or unprepped. I’m into a lot of stuff, but hurting them isn’t even a blip on the radar.
“Fuck,” Qiang breathes out on a long, wavering breath with a mixture of lust and conceding.
“Soon, pretty, but first,” I tease before hoisting their legs over my shoulders and blowing lightly against their hole.
The broken cry that tears itself from Qiang’s mouth is the stuff dreams are made of. I trail my tongue from their balls to their hole, my hands splayed beneath their back to keep them close while their body arches in pleasure.
Their taste absolutely drives me wild while I slowly work at their hole, nipping at the skin until their body relaxes in my grip. I work my tongue into them, slowly at first until their walls loosen and I spear into them more intently.
As their breath becomes shakier, I know their patience is slipping. I grab the lube so my slicked-up fingers can join the mix. Adding them in one at a time and scissoring them open, while my tongue teases their perineum or my teeth nip the edge of their rim lightly.
“Marcus, oh god,fuck,” their desperate chain of murmurs sparks the atoms in my body.
Their body arches higher, and I can feel with their choppy breaths that they're reaching their breaking point.
I look up to see their dark eyes already on me, so full of love and lust that it makes my heart trip in my chest. The black of their pupils almost completely swallows the brown of their eyes. They look desperate, hungry, almost maddened, and every cell in my body realigns itself to the knowledge that I can do this to them.
I curl my fingers inside of them, brushing against their prostate, letting the sensitivity of it coil through all the other sensations my fingers are igniting along their hole. I trail my nose up their perineum and pull one of their balls into my mouth.
A heavy grunt escapes them, and they drop their head back. Their hands fist the sheets on either side of me, and I know they are right there on that brink of being so close and just needing that final push.
My fingers continue their assault on Qiang’s hole while I lean up and wrap my lips around the head of their cock.
“Oh fucking…” they cry out, their words getting lost behind the pleasure as their jaw drops and they writhe beneath me, leaving the thought unfinished, but yet completed.
Their fingers curl decadently around my dreads, urging me on while their body fights between the urge to rock back into my fingers or forward into my mouth.
I’ve always enjoyed sex, but it had always been a give-and-take kind of thing. I was never selfish with it, but I’d also never imagined finding this much ecstasy in someone else’s pleasure. But the way they coil and spring around me, the weight of their heady cries, and the whimpers of pleasure that curl out of them because of me, have my body flying in ways I didn’t know I could fly.
“So close,” Qiang breathes out.
