And that, well, it was as much as an admission of Mark liking what they were doing that Francis was going to get right then, and that was fine by him.
After dinner, they moved to the couch and watched half of a random movie they’d picked on Netflix. Since Mark had been slightly squirmy against Francis’s side since the beginning, he gave in, reached for the remote, and paused the movie.
“What are you doing?” Mark asked, and Francis glanced at him.
“You know that you can initiate us fooling around, right, darling?” Francis smiled at Mark. They’d been sitting next to each other, with Mark leaning against Francis’s side and gradually moving so that he was under Francis’s arm. It had taken him half an hour to get there, so Francis hadn’t made a number out of it.
“Uh….” Mark looked away. “I know. It’s just….”
Francis nodded and sighed. “I know, too. Come here.” He cupped Mark’s cheek and tugged him close, then sealed their mouths together.
The kiss heated from the first touch of their tongues, and Mark tried to take control of it. Figuring it might be what Mark needed right then, Francis let him lead.
When Mark pulled away panting, a wild expression on his face. Francis grinned. “How about this, we leave the movie for now, and move this to the bedroom. I want you to fuck me.”
The way Mark’s eyes widened and his expression filled with lust made Francis want to laugh. He just couldn’t, not with Mark who was still so insecure about these things.
“Y-yeah, we can do that.” Mark left the TV on and pulled Francis off the couch.
They made it to the bedroom in one piece despite all the groping and clothes-pulling on the way. Francis felt excited. He hadn’t had penetrative sex in a while and he’d topped the last time—not that he had a huge preference, unlike a lot of men seemed to have.
They were soon a tangle of limbs on the bed, the idea of topping clearly turning Mark on like crazy. His cock looked painfully hard already, and Francis decided it was best to prep himself just in case while Mark rolled a condom over his dick.
“Stretch me some more,” Francis commanded, settling on his back and spreading his legs to Mark.
Mark took the bottle of lube and smeared some on his cock and his fingers. It wouldn’t be a long prepping, Francis surmised, but at least he’d started it already, so it would be better than nothing.
He wasn’t quite sure why he didn’t take over, top from the bottom so to speak. Maybe it was the way Mark seemed barely able to rein in his lust and how his hands shook as he fumbled with the lube.
“Like this?” Francis asked. “Or from behind?”
He would’ve loved to be able to see Mark’s face, but he also knew that if this went like he thought it would—hard and fast with little finesse—then from behind would be easier for him.
“Roll over,” Mark ground out, too tense to have a proper conversation. Francis understood. From what they’d talked about and especially texted about, he knew Mark hadn’t had much penetrative sex, and Francis thought he might’ve still be in that wild newbie stage when it came to fucking. Not that Francis minded. Everyone had to start somewhere.
Francis got to his hands and knees and grabbed a pillow to put under his chest.
“Gently,” he said, when he felt the head of Mark’s cock against his hole.
“Yeah,” Mark breathed out the word, then pushed in an inch or two. He had the sense to stop then, and they both groaned when Francis relaxed enough that Mark started to slide in without much effort.
At least there was enough lube and Mark had a proportionate dick. Francis looked over his shoulder and saw Mark’s gaze locked on to where he was pushing inside Francis
“Okay, just start easy,” he said, and Mark stared at him, his eyes a little glazed already.
Mark nodded and pushed all the way in, stealing the breath from Francis’s lungs.
Francis settled in for a wild ride. He knew his cock was still hard, but the urgency wasn’t there for him. Not like it usually ended up being. He felt too cautious, too much as if he had to be the one with his wits about him in this situation.
Mark began to fuck him then, and Francis held on for dear life, putting a hand against the headboard so he wouldn’t slide into it.
, Mark nailed his prostate every few thrusts, which was enough to make Francis’s cock dribble pre-come. If he’d had the coordination, he could’ve started to jerk himself off, but he knew he’d faceplant if he tried it. He was just about to tell Mark to do it for him, when the talking started.
“Yeah, that’s so good,” Mark grunted. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Francis listened, his cock twitching at the words. Mark was so far gone he sounded a little distant.
Picking up the pace, Mark began to obviously get closer to coming. “Take it, take my cock.” Francis moaned at Mark’s tone more than the words. He’d heard better dirty talk before, but he wasn’t sure if Mark even knew what he was saying at that point.
