Everything pulls into a low boil, and my body falls more under his control than mine. My spine tingles, and I'm so fucking close.
"Ah-please," I cry out, needing just that touch bit more to barrel me over.
Marcus's eyes snap to mine. They are bloodshot and dilated with so much lust and need, I don't know how he's holding on. It's ridiculous how fucking sexy he is. Everything about him oozes sensuality from his voice to his looks to the way he teases, right down to the way he fucking breathes. It's like he's the living embodiment of a sex god or something.
"You close? You gonna come with me, Qiang?" he purrs, his eyes holding mine with a mixture of smug and desperate, a tandem of falling apart with me and knowing I'm falling apart with him.
It's amazing how ridiculously out of touch I've been for not recognizing the raw messages his eyes have always been sending me. Everything I’d ever needed to know has always been right here, and now that I know what it looks like, it's glaringly obvious, and I should have always seen this and never doubted it.
But all of that flits away when his hand shifts to curl around our heads with each upstroke, increasing the toe-curling sensation of his dick pressed against mine. It’s the exact pressure I needed to tip me over the edge. It takes only a few more strokes before I cry out a "Fuck, yes," while my body breaks loose and I tumble into perfect oblivion.
Marcus’s eyes widen for a millisecond when the first spurt of my cum lands on the head of his cock, before his joins mine. His body convulses, and a stunted grunt of my name breaks its way out of his mouth while he topples over the edge with me.
It takes several moments of clinging to each other before any semblance of thought or reasoning enters my brain, and the first thought is how much I hate that once we leave this bathroom, I won’t have time alone with him again until tomorrow.
I want to curl up with him all day and explore every facet of him and of us, but no, it’s showers and buses, games and responsibilities, before we have another chance at this.
“I want tomorrow,” I pout, knowing it’s completely irrational to be sulking right after what was arguably the best orgasm of my life.
“Tomorrow?” he asks, his hazy eyes meeting mine with confusion.
I nod, making sure my bottom lip is fully puffed out and doing its job properly for maximum sympathy here.
“Football gets you today, but I want you tomorrow.”
A bright smile lights up his face when he realizes what it is I’m asking for. Time, time with him, just us, and his handsome smile has my pout falling away without my permission.
“All day, Qiang. As soon as I get off the bus tomorrow morning, I’m undividedly yours.”
I lean in and nudge my nose against his. “Promise?”
Marcus just chuckles before lifting me effortlessly in the air and carrying me into the shower.
“I promise, pretty, I’m all yours,” he breathes.
He balances my weight between the cool shower tiles and one hand while he reaches over and turns the shower on, drenching us both in icy water that quickly warms up before the chill can set in.
“I’ll forget how to walk if you keep carrying me everywhere,” I huff in mock annoyance.
“I’m okay with that,” Marcus chuckles teasingly in my ear.
“Marcus–” I hiss before he interrupts me with a sharp bark of laughter.
“You love it,” he laughs before kissing me to keep me from arguing further.
It’s not like he’s wrong. I’m just not used to being plucked up and carried around like I weigh nothing, but the more he does it, the more into it I’m getting.
With promises of more time with him tomorrow, I feel like I might make it through letting him get on a bus without me becoming the full-on petulant brat I know I can be. Not that Marcus needs to know how fully aware of my brattiness I am, or even how possessively addicted to him I already am, for that matter.
FAMILY MOVIE MARATHON
Marcus’s POV
Tristan turns his head from the TV screen towards me. “You hear about Holt?” he half-asks, half-mouths, so as not to disturb the movie.
I somehow manage to pry my eyes away from the travesty of King Morpheus getting trapped in an unhealthy amount of black goo.
I really do love a lot of the movies that Qi and Qiang have dug up, not only from their own childhoods but also from their parents’. They just don’t make movies like this anymore.
