Page 36 of Love Language

Greg looked at him, startled and breathy, before he hurried to comply. God, that was a rush.

Even more so when he’d been dreaming of this moment for so long. It almost didn’t seem like this was real.

He watched with hungry eyes as Greg revealed all that gorgeous pale skin. Dark hair shot through with gray speckled his chest, drawing his eyes down to that little paunch that Greg complained about, but Marco loved.

And then he was taking off his pants, the muscles of his legs rippling over each other as he bent and then stood again. He held his hands behind himself in a formal pose of submission, his erection on display and his eyes downcast.

Except, of course, that with his hands behind him and his eyes down, they couldn’t communicate with each other. If Greg got off on this more formal posturing, Marco would have to think of some other positions for him to use.

But that was a challenge for another day. If there was one.

He stepped forward, into Greg’s field of vision. Heat seemed to radiate from his body, and he wanted to just reach out and touch. To control Greg, though, he would first need to control himself.

On the bed. Face down.

Greg moved quickly, eagerly. Marco let his eyes devour him, knowing that Greg would know he was being watched.

He lay face down on the bed, arms stretched out overhead, head turned toward Marco to watch him in return.

Marco stripped off his own clothes, not putting on a show, but knowing he was being observed. Greg’s face showed only desire, and he felt a tiny bit of relief about a layer of stress he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

He really, truly, was fine with being transgender. But he still worried a bit each time he disrobed with someone new.

In a moment, he was stripped down to his boxers. His anatomy was frustrating to deal with sometimes, so keeping his boxers on with his packer tucked firmly inside made it easier to navigate.

Then, he grabbed the things he would need from his closet, glad that he had everything in the same box. He placed them next to the glass of ice water that he’d put on the nightstand, knowing that Greg wouldn’t recognize its significance.

He sat gently on the globes of Greg’s delicious ass, taking most of his weight on his knees that were spread to either side of Greg’s hips. He knew that his cock incidentally rubbing against Greg’s ass would be a pleasant diversion, even though he wasn’t planning on going further with it.

He started with the coconut oil, digging his fingers into the slippery solid and letting small chunks melt from the heat of Greg’s skin. Then, he began massaging them in, stroking over those smooth muscles, enjoying the softer flesh lower on his back.

Touching Greg sent tingles all through his body. Like eating the forbidden fruit. All his senses were attuned to that warm skin, the tiny movements Greg made as he relaxed into the massage, the rhythmic swell of his breath.

Smells good, Greg signed lazily with one hand, his cheek pressed into the pillow.

Marco leaned forward so Greg could see him. It’s coconut oil. Natural.

Feels good, too. Maybe we should do this instead of playing.

Ah ha! Marco had thought Greg was a sensualist, and he couldn’t be more pleased. He leaned forward, rubbing his chest along Greg’s back and his covered cock along his crack. Greg pushed back against him.

Just pressing against him like this was unbelievable.

He continued kneading and digging in with his fingers, working his way down Greg’s back until he was relaxed and languid on the bed.

When Greg’s breathing was calm and slow, Marco wiped his oily hands on the sheets and tapped Greg’s shoulder.

I’m fine with just doing this, but if you want to try something new… He reached into the box and pulled out a candle. Have you ever tried wax play?

Greg’s eyes, hazy in relaxation, shot open. He looked nervous and excited, just how Marco wanted him. No, never tried.

Marco made his face look speculative, asking the question with a raised eyebrow.

Please! Greg signed awkwardly from laying on his belly.

I think you’re going to like this. If it’s too hot or you change your mind, just let me know. No, stop, red… any of it, I’ll stop if you tell me to. Understand?

Understood.