Mark looked at Francis. Suddenly, he wanted to be kissed, but he’d never kissed a man. He blinked furiously when he realized what he wanted, and felt overwhelmed like never before. Francis seemed to read him once more, and backed away, lifting himself into a position where it would be easy to fuck Mark if he wanted to, if Mark let him.
“Put your hands behind your neck. Don’t move. I’ll stop if you move.” Francis gave him a stern look, and Mark hastened to obey. He looked at Francis curiously, wondering what he would do, and as if it was nothing at all, Francis wrapped one hand around Mark’s dick and stroked it a few times. Mark couldn’t help it, his hips jerked, and like his cock was hot iron, Francis dropped it.
He grinned wickedly. “Ah-ah, no moving.” Mark pouted. “Lube?” Mark tilted his head toward the bedside table and Francis reached over to get the bottle from the drawer.
He lubed his hand and slicked Mark’s cock, then used a bit too loose a fist to jerk him. At first, it didn’t do much for Mark. But then, Francis swiped the head of his dick with a thumb, and Mark’s whole body twitched.
And Francis dropped his cock again, this time it slapped wetly against his stomach, and Mark gasped.
“No moving, I told you that.” Francis’s expression was filled with mischief. Then he sinuously bent and licked the pre-cum off Mark’s cock.
Mark let out a helpless little sound, but managed to keep himself still.
“That was good. Well done, gorgeous.” The praise went directly into his dick, which jerked. Francis chuckled with obvious delight. “Well, I don’t think that counts, it’s not like you can control it.”
Francis grabbed Mark’s balls and began to massage them in his slippery hand. It felt good, different than if he’d been doing it himself. When Francis tugged at them, Mark gasped and his whole upper body twitched upwards, as if trying to arch off the bed. Francis raised a brow at him.
And then the slippery fingers moved below his balls and pressed his taint. Mark whined high and loud. He didn’t move, though, which Francis rewarded with another lick of his cock. Then one finger moved even farther, and Francis rubbed the skin right around his hole and Mark—sobbed.
“It’s okay, baby, let go for me. Use your word if you have to. You can move now.”
Mark fisted the sheets and spread his legs as much as he could, his whole body feeling too tight, too hot, too much. “Please,” he gasped, feeling horrified by what he was asking but still craving it like air now that the opportunity was there.
Francis nudged his finger against his hole, rubbing firmly, making all the nerve endings sing, and then the finger went inside, crooked, and Mark howled as his cock began to pulse with his orgasm.
Francis pressed his mouth against Mark’s dick sideways, holding it down as he moved his mouth along the shaft, wringing every bit of cum out of him.
“Ngh,” Mark whined and Francis withdrew his finger and lifted his head, looking at him inquisitively. “Good… all good,” Mark panted out, feeling weightless and heavy at the same time.
“Do you mind if I jerk off on you?” Francis asked as he moved to kneel between Mark’s thighs.
Mark waved his hand weakly, and watched as Francis began to get himself off. He was stunning, his head tilted back as his hand moved over his cock. Mark wanted to touch him, but didn’t have the coordination yet. And then it was too late anyway, because Francis groaned long and low, and added his cum to the spatters on Mark’s stomach and chest.
Francis had the wherewithal to move to lie down next to Mark instead of collapsing on top of him. They came down for a minute or so, and then Francis smiled at him.
“That was good, wasn’t it?”
Mark, feeling vulnerable again out of the blue, gestured at his cooling puddles “Certainly looks like it.”
Francis’s gaze did that slight narrowing, all too perceptive thing, and the corner of his mouth lifted, before he flopped back down on the pillows, humming contentedly.
They stayed quiet for a moment longer, before Francis pushed himself up to his elbows. “Shower?”
“Yeah. Together?” Mark asked, both hoping and fearing for an answer. Scratch that, he wasn’t sure which answer he even wanted.
“Sure.”
In the bathroom, Mark turned on the water to the right temperature, explaining that the old plumbing was a bit finicky. Francis smiled at that. They could just fit into the shower together, which felt intimate in a way that made Mark feel that flutter on the inside.
“I’m going to have to leave tomorrow, I’ve a work thing on Monday,” Francis said as he ran soapy hands over Mark’s chest and stomach, getting rid of the evidence, so to speak.
Mark hummed. He wasn’t sure what he should say to that.
“Do you want to stay in touch? I’ll probably come by sometime soon now that I’ve reconnected with Padraig again.”
“Yeah, okay,” Mark murmured, watching as the water droplets clung to Francis’s hair, making it shiny. He was such a gorgeous man, and somehow he was there, making Mark feel things he both craved and didn’t know how to accept at the same time. He could’ve had anyone, but he’d chosen Mark. To not have some contact information would be a shame.
“Okay, I think we’re clean as we’ll get,” Francis said and smiled at him.
