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His tongue is hot and wet, circling my entrance as he tastes me. He spreads me open with his hands, his thumbs pulling me apart so he can get deeper, and the intimacy of it makes me dizzy. I can feel his breath against my skin, can hear the obscene wet sounds of his mouth on me, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.
He licks a long stripe from my balls to my hole while my hips are in the air for him, and I moan into the pillow as I fist the sheets. The tip of his tongue pushes inside and I gasp at the intrusion. It’s not enough, but it’s so intense that I’m already pushing back against his mouth, needing more. It’s been a year since anyone has touched me there. Since him.
“Please,” I beg, my voice muffled by the pillow. “Please, Marcus.”
He pulls back just long enough to say, “I’ve got you, baby,” before his mouth is on me again, his tongue working me open, his spit slicking the way so he can push a finger in alongside his tongue.
I used to consider myself vers, but apparently I’m Marcus’s bottom now and I couldn’t be happier about it.
Finally, I hear the click of the lube bottle, then feel the cool drizzle of it on my hole. He immediately slides in with two fingers, scissoring them, stretching me open. My body opens for him like it’s been waiting. He adds a third finger, crooking them to find that spot inside me, and I groan. It’s so primal it makes my face burn. My back arches, my whole body shaking, and tears prick at the corners of my eyes from the intensity of it.
“Need… need your cock. Need you to fuck me.”
He pulls his fingers out, and the emptiness is a physical ache, a void only he can fill. He grabs a condom from the drawer, tugs his pants off, and rolls it on. Then I feel the blunt, thick head of his cock pressing against my hole, and I think I might actually die if he doesn’t push inside me right now.
“Don’t go easy on me. I’ve been missing this, you, for a year.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he promises, and I can hear the emotion in his voice, the weight of everything we’ve been through. But I don’t want gentle. I want him to ruin me.
He pushes inside of me in one long, possessive thrust that buries him to the hilt. Being connected to him is overwhelming in the best way. It’s been so long. Too long, and it feels like coming home. I breathe through it as the stretch and burn start to fade.
He gives me a moment to adjust, leaning down to pepper a few sweet kisses against my shoulder before biting down hard. Hard enough to leave his mark on me. “You’re mine,” he growls against my skin. “Say it.”
“Yours. I’m yours, Marcus. Only yours.”
“That’s right, baby,” he snarls, then he pulls out almost completely, leaving me empty, only to slam back in. His hips slap against my ass with a force that shakes the bed. He’s driving away all the pain, every bad day, every lonely night, and replacing it all with the force of him.
“Harder,” I choke out, the word torn from my throat. “Fuck me harder.”
He grips my hips, pulling my ass higher to shift the angle. The next thrust hits me so deep inside that my vision blurs. “Oh fuck, fuck. Right there, Marcus!” I babble, my brain short-circuiting with pleasure.
He reaches around, wrapping a hand around my cock, which is leaking all over the sheets. “You want to come for me?” he pants in my ear. “You want to come all over my hand while I fuck you?”
“Yes,” I sob, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts.
He rewards me with a particularly deep thrust, then yanks my head back by my hair so he can bite my shoulder. The contrast of pain and pleasure, of his cock inside me and his mouth on my skin, is intoxicating. I can feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine. I’m not going to last much longer.
“Marcus. I’m close. I’m so close.”
“Be a good boy and come on my cock. Show me how much you missed this, baby.”
The command, the feeling of him inside me, his mouth tasting every inch of my skin, it all crashes over me at once. I come hard, my whole body convulsing, my cock pulsing in his hand as I come all over my bed. I clench around him like I’m trying to pull him in deeper. The sensation is so intense I think I might black out.
He thrusts in until he’s following me over the edge, then I feel him pulsing inside of me, filling me, claiming me, and it’s everything I’ve been craving. My body shakes with the force of it, and for a moment, I’m not Evan anymore. I’m just his.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. Marcus presses a tender kiss to the back of my neck, and I shiver at the intimacy of it.
He pulls out carefully, and I wince slightly, already missing the feeling of him inside of me while he reaches for the tissue box on the nightstand. He cleans me up, his mouth following the path of his hands.
When he’s done, he tosses the tissues aside and gently turns me over so we’re face to face. His hand cups my jaw, and he leans in, capturing my mouth in a deep, slow kiss.
“I love you,” he murmurs against my lips, pressing his forehead to mine.
“I love you too,” I whisper.
Marcus pulls me into his arms, and I curl into him, my head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat settle into something slow and steady beneath my ear.
For once, there’s no clock ticking down in the back of my mind. No goodbye waiting on the other side of tonight. Instead, he tilts my chin up, and he kisses me slowly, like we have all the time in the world now.
