Page 37 of Love Language

Marco grabbed the lighter from the bin, flicking it on in front of Greg. He felt him jerk and tense, his breath speeding up. His eyes were wide and dilated, though, his mouth slightly open.

Even slightly afraid, he wanted this. Or, maybe, he wanted this because he was slightly afraid. Marco felt his own breath hitch, watching Greg give himself up like that.

Marco waited until the wax began to pool in the candle holder, then tested a few drops on the inside of his own wrist. He was using safety candles, so he didn’t think it was possible for them to get too hot, but he always checked. There was a mini fire extinguisher in the box, too, but Greg didn’t need to know about that. He supposed his version of dominance had a bit of theatricality to it, too.

The drops of wax were hot on his skin, a quick flash of pain that felt more informational to him than anything else. He wished he’d thought to put some oil on first, because the wax was going to be annoying to get out of his arm hair.

Now, he could turn his attention back to Greg’s tensely quivering body.

Starting at the top of his spine, he allowed just a few drops to land. Greg bucked underneath him, and then exhaled a heavy breath.

Now that he was holding the candle, it was a bit harder to talk with someone who was twisted away from him. He used his other hand to wiggle his fingers along Greg’s chin. It took Greg a moment to realize that he was signing the word color.

Greg smiled in amusement at his body being used for half of a sign. Green, he responded.

After that, Marco let himself play. He sent long rivulets of wax down Greg’s shoulders. Greg arched and wriggled for him, trying impossibly to pull away and then leaning back into it.

Marco sent small flicks of wax everywhere, a dozen splashes hitting almost simultaneously. Greg’s face was blissful, his breathing coming in short gasps and then long, thick exhalations.

Marco let a bit of wax well up in the candle holder, and then pooled up a small, hotter puddle at the base of Greg’s spine. Greg bunched and bucked and clenched his fists, his face twisted in a yell that Marco could faintly hear. His face was nearly orgasmic.

Marco was wet and hard just watching him.

At last, Greg’s back held more wax than skin, and Marco exchanged the candle for an ice cube and a butter knife. This part wasn’t quite as much fun, but it could still be sensual.

He ran the ice cube over Greg’s back in long sweeps and swirls, then scraped off the wax without a pattern. The oil had mostly done its job, so the dull edge of the knife mostly started the process and he could finish with his fingers. When he occasionally pulled Greg’s back hair a bit too hard, Greg just clenched and shivered and then relaxed further into the mattress.

Greg seemed happy and relaxed, but Marco felt like he could take more. And he wasn’t done playing.

Turn over, Marco commanded.

Marco intentionally didn’t move from his position, giving Greg barely the radius he needed to shift. When Greg turned, he rubbed against Marco’s cock, pulling heat through his body.

And when he settled down onto his back, they were pressed together, Greg’s pulsing erection against Marco’s softer packer.

Marco wished now that he’d taken a moment to put in the insert, to show how incredibly hard he was in a way that Greg could feel, but it was too late now.

Greg didn’t seem to mind, if the heavy, enraptured look in his eyes was any indication. He pressed upward, thrusting mindlessly and minutely into the space where their cocks touched.

Marco pushed back hard, forcing Greg’s legs to still and grinding into Greg’s trapped cock. Greg tilted his head back, mouth open.

Yeah, Marco really wished he was wearing something that would transmit all that pressure right to his biological cock. But seeing Greg’s reactions was enough.

You want some more?

Greg nodded. Desperately. Needing.

Marco started again with the coconut oil, not taking time for a leisurely massage, but making sure that Greg was fully coated from shoulders to hips so the wax wouldn’t stick.

Then, he moved back and glided down to his cock, coating that too. He’d leave Greg to think about the implications of that while he got started. Whether he’d actually do it or not would depend on Greg’s responses.

Then, he began again. A few drops here and there. A long line across his belly. Each flash of heat swept through Greg’s body, and Marco couldn’t get enough.

He poured a flash onto one of Greg’s nipples and was rewarded with an arched back, that gorgeous, red mouth opened in a scream. Greg’s chest rose and fell, and then he looked up at Marco with those wide eyes that just wanted more.

So, Marco gave it to him. Longer pours. Splashes on the sensitive crease of his thigh. Heat on his other nipple. Greg panted and squirmed and dug his fingers into the mattress.

His cock was dripping, and Marco wondered if he could get off just from this.