Francis pulled away for long enough to get the lube and then leaned back into the same position.
“Put a pillow under your hips.”
Mark did as he was told, and felt exposed as hell
“That’s good. Look at you….” Francis’s voice held a bit of awe.
He knew what he looked like. It just… the reverent tone was so startling.
“Spread your legs for me, darling.” Francis put lube on his fingers and used that slick hand to jerk Mark off for a few short moments.
It felt incredible, but also not nearly enough. He twitched, feeling his balls draw up. It was good, so fucking good, but it wasn’t what he wanted tonight.
“Francis, please,” he whimpered, barely able to keep from batting Francis’s hand away.
It felt awkward having Francis’s face so close to his own. There was no hiding
“I know, I know. Remember, Mark, I’m the one driving here. You get what I give you. You just have to believe I’m going to give you what you ask in due course.” Francis spoke quietly, letting go of Mark’s dick as he waited for Mark to make eye contact. When Mark did, Francis smiled. “There you are. I know this is hard, but trust me, okay? Use your words if it gets to be too much.”
“Okay,” Mark whispered.
He opened his mouth and Francis leaned in to give him the kiss he hadn’t thought he wanted. It went on and on, and Mark felt glad that he knew how to breathe through someone trying to steal his breath away like this.
Then Francis’s hand brushed against his balls and lower, and Mark spread his legs even more, slinging one over Francis, and whined wantonly.
“I’ve got you.” Francis pressed the words against Mark’s lips, and used the bottle to get more lube onto his fingers. Then those clever digits were back, rubbing against his hole with less purpose than Mark would’ve expected. “We have time,” Francis reminded him when he tried to bear down on Francis’s fingers.
“You know, I could go between your legs, but as awkward as this position is, I like being close to you like this. I want to be able to kiss you as I fuck you with my fingers,” Francis said in that deeper tone of his that made Mark’s insides quiver ridiculously.
“Fuck.” Mark hissed as Francisfinallyslid a finger inside. He arched to the weird feeling, his body torn between conflicting sensations while he used all his willpower to keep his brain from resorting to the bad stuff.
Francis seemed to know exactly what was going on, and he moved his face into kissing distance. “Tonight, you’ll take what I give you. You’ll only think about how your body is feeling, do you understand, Mark?”
Mark nodded. “Uh-huh.”
Francis sealed their mouths together and pushed another finger inside, short-circuiting Mark’s whole being.
Maybe Francis had meant to make it all slower, but soon, he had three fingers pumping in and out of Mark’s hole while he kissed the breath out of him. Mark floated between those points of contact, vaguely registering the way Francis rocked his hips, giving his own cock friction against Mark’s side.
Mark’s dick was hard as nails, but it didn’t seem to matter as much as the feeling of that stretch, the brushes against his prostate, and the intoxicating kisses. He wanted more, so, so much more, but the fear was starting to creep back in. He tensed and let out a whine, wrenching his mouth away from Francis’s.
“It’s okay, Mark, it’s okay to want more and let go. Touch your cock for me,” Francis ordered, then did something that made him feel much fuller and pushed against his already stretched rim.
Mark grabbed his cock and Francis pushed against his prostate, and just like that, his orgasm drowned him. His cock spurted come all over them both, and soon Francis added his own to the mix.
He pulled his hand away from between Mark’s trembling thighs.
“That was beautiful, darling, you were so good for me,” Francis murmured into Mark’s sweaty hair as he cuddled closer. “Such a gorgeous man you are, sweetheart.”
The endearments made him float for longer.
* * * *
Later that night, they laid under the covers, holding each other close. It felt intimate in a way that was completely foreign for Mark, and he decided he liked it. He was still scared as hell, but it was a low hum now.
When he reached for Francis’s cock and stroked him to hardness, he felt powerful for once. In the heat of things, he ended up leaving a hickey on Francis’s neck, but he couldn’t make himself regret marking Francis when the dick in his hand twitched and Francis shot against him.
Of course, Francis returned the favor, sans the hickey because of work reasons, and part of Mark wanted that bruise on his body. He wanted to belong to someone, he knew that now, and with how he felt around Francis… well, maybe belonging to Francis…. He couldn’t finish the thought yet.
