“Ty,” Marcus groaned, the sound of his voice reverberating gritty and pained in the narrow confines of the hallway, but he didn’t give a fuck who heard him. “Want you.”
“I know.”
They fell inside his office, kissing and groping each other. A button popped off, skittering and pinging on the floor, but he didn’t care as he ripped at the flap of his pants. Watching Tyler shimmy out of those golden lycra shorts, revealing his reddened, thick cock, already wet and standing straight and proud between them, Marcus could’ve gotten off without even touching himself. Tyler was beautiful.
Marcus raised one foot then the other, ridding himself of his pants, and stood naked, save for his boxers, never taking his eyes off Tyler, who, with a decidedly wicked grin, peeled down the zippers of his shiny boots and kicked them off, leaving himself completely naked. “I’m going to make certain that when you leave here tonight, there will be no doubt in anyone’s mind who you belong with from now on.” He gestured to the sofa. “Go sit down.”
Impatient, Marcus reached out to grab Tyler, but the infuriating man stepped out of reach. “I’m calling the shots; now go sit down.” He began to stroke himself, and Marcus’s breath caught at the erotic sight of Tyler fondling his cock, the raspy sound of hands sliding over naked flesh stimulating a primal urge to touch himself as well.
Marcus slid his hand over the head of his dick and squeezed, the sticky fluid seeping giving him just enough friction, and he sighed; the ache in his balls intensified to a pleasurable pain. “I’m gonna blow if I don’t get inside you now,” said Marcus with a warning growl.
With one last tug of his own cock, Tyler came near and placed his hand over Marcus’s, both of them jerking his cock so fast and hard that spots blurred before his eyes and he came, shooting streams of hot ejaculate over their hands.
“Fuck me.”Marcus leaned heavily on Tyler’s shoulder and on shaky legs walked with him to the sofa where he collapsed in a boneless heap. He hadn’t come so explosively from a hand job in years. But then he’d never wanted anyone like he wanted Tyler.
“I intend to.” Tyler joined him, kissing his shoulder, licking at his collarbone, and sucking on his neck. His lips rested in the curve of Marcus’s neck, and Marcus sensed his smile. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll always feel me inside you, no matter where you are.”
Marcus choked, the laughter dying in his throat when Tyler didn’t accompany him. “You’re not serious. I’ve never bottomed.”
“Are you willing to let me in?”
The obvious double meaning in that question caught him up short. When he looked down at Tyler’s dark head resting on his shoulder, Marcus sensed this might be the turning point for the fragile skeleton of a foundation they were building.
Without waiting for him to answer, Tyler resumed kissing his neck, and Marcus shifted to give him greater access. Using his silence as acquiescence, Tyler grew bolder and pinned Marcus’s shoulders to the couch while he straddled him, sucking his nipples to tight, reddened points until Marcus writhed in abandoned, unaccustomed ecstasy.
“Say yes,” said Tyler, pressing kisses to Marcus’s lips. “I won’t hurt you; I never would; you know that.” Tyler ghosted his fingers along Marcus’s cheeks, his touch sweetly gentle, and their eyes met. An unfamiliar calm settled over him, and for the first time ever, Marcus gave a piece of himself away.
“Yes.” He swallowed down the thrill of fear shooting through him even as he broke out in a cold sweat. “I want you. Inside me.”
Tyler laughed and kissed him hard. “Where’s your lube and condoms?”
With his hair in tangled waves and his face shadowed by rough stubble, Tyler looked like a rakish pirate you might see in an old-fashioned Hollywood movie.
“Top drawer of the desk.”
“Why am I not surprised?” said Tyler. But there was no condemnation and Marcus made no apologies. He’d never pretended to be a saint.
“I may never have been a Boy Scout, but I’ve followed their motto of always being prepared.”
Tyler pulled out a big box of condoms and a bottle of lube. “There’s a difference between being prepared and devaluing yourself.” He drew out a long strip from the box, leaving the box on the desk, and walked back to Marcus, standing over him. “Once you’re with me, you don’t get to fuck around with anyone else. Ever. I know you’ve never been exclusive, but that’s my condition. Is that going to be a problem?”
Marcus could barely fathom it; the idea of being with only one man was something he teased his friends about and never sought for himself. He always looked for the next someone and something better, believing a life unexplored was a life half-lived.
But strangely enough, Tyler’s ultimatum didn’t faze him or scare him off. His entire world had flipped around, and Marcus had no qualms about committing himself to Tyler, where before, the thought of one man—the same man—would have sent him running in the opposite direction. Tyler’s warm body blanketed him, the push of his hard cock insistent on his thigh.
“No,” Marcus said with conviction. “I don’t want anyone else. I want you.”
A smile of pure delight lit Tyler’s eyes, and he began to kiss his way down Marcus’s body. Unbelievably, though he’d come only a few minutes ago, his cock twitched with renewed vigor. Tyler swiped his tongue across the broad head but kept moving, swirling his tongue around and in Marcus’s belly button, grazing the slant of Marcus’s hip with his teeth, and lapping at his balls.
“Your mouth is extremely talented,” said Marcus, threading his fingers through Tyler’s wavy hair. The shock of a fingertip brushing against his hole shot off fireworks through his brain. “Fucking hell.” As it was, his cock had hardened once again.
Tyler continued with those maddeningly featherlight touches that soon had Marcus pushing against his finger, searching for something, anything to fill the emptiness inside him. His hands dug into the sofa as he bucked his hips against Tyler’s finger, trying to push it inside.
“Fuck,” he panted. “Do it already.”
Tyler sat back on his heels, an amused smile curving his lips. “Do you think it’s going to be wham-bam?” With firm deliberation, Tyler slid one finger up to the knuckle, then added a second into Marcus’s hole, not resting until they were buried halfway inside his ass. “I’m going to make it so that you’ll wonder why you never did this before. I want to hear you begging for it, crying for my dick.” He curled his fingers, brushing against the walls of Marcus’s passage and slid halfway out, then plunged in deep again, touching his gland.
“God damn you.” If Tyler thought to make him suffer, he’d wait an awfully long time. Marcus had never had to beg for anything in his life, especially sex. “Go to hell.” He barely recognized his strangled voice.
