Mark took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Then he opened them, let his gaze slide from Francis’s eyes to his chin, and smiled.
“There’s my gorgeous darling,” Francis murmured, feeling the heat of Mark’s flush under his palm. He slid his hand to the back of Mark’s neck and pulled him into a slow kiss.
It still took Mark a moment to relax into it, but now that he’d accepted the want and need he had to be intimate with a man, with Francis, he let go beautifully. Francis kept kissing him and slipped his hand under Mark’s tank top, caressing his back and pulling him closer.
He was pretty sure Mark didn’t realize when he began to rock his hips slightly. Francis felt him getting hard, not that he wasn’t the same way.
After a few more minutes, Francis pulled back. “All right, enough of that.” He felt his dick twitch at how glazed Mark’s eyes were. They were getting somewhere. “Get off my lap,” he said gently.
Mark got to his feet, still averting his gaze.
“Good, now lie across my lap,” Francis said and grabbed the lube when Mark was figuring out the logistics. Francis moved a throw pillow so Mark would have something to make himself more comfortable. “Just like that, yeah. Lift up a bit.” He pulled Mark’s sweats down to his thighs. “Now make yourself comfortable.”
Without protest, Mark did as he was told, even clutching the pillow like Francis had intended. Once Mark settled, Francis put a hand on his ass.
“Now, how I see it, this is mine tonight, right?” he asked, and Mark nodded. “And that means I can do whatever I want with it.” Again, another nod. “I know we haven’t talked about specifics exactly, but unless you ask me to, I won’t fuck you tonight.”
Mark’s head jerked a bit, and he turned it awkwardly to look at Francis, clear questions in his eyes, despite not meeting his gaze.
“Is spanking something you’d like to try?”
When Mark shook his head, Francis asked, “Not ever?” A shrug. “Just not now?” A nod.
Francis chuckled. “Good, because I wasn’t going to spank you anyway.” Mark’s eyes widened. “I’m going to finger you. For as long as I want. You don’t get to come unless I give you permission.”
Mark relaxed. He seemed to come to the conclusion that this was going to be easy.
“Make sure you have a comfortable position and hold yourself open for me.” It took Mark a few beats to do as directed, and his face was flushed when he reached back and pulled his ass cheeks apart.
Francis opened the lube bottle and dribbled some of the liquid onto Mark’s crack. Mark hissed but stayed still.
“Well done. Don’t move.” Francis started with the pad of his thumb, rubbing Mark’s hole firmly. The moan Mark let out was sinful. “Good, you can make noise, just don’t talk.”
Touching Mark like this felt like a bit of a power trip. Then again, wasn’t that what this domming thing was supposed to be, in a way? Francis spread the lube around a bit, then stroked Mark’s perineum, first gently and then with increasing pressure, smiling at the sounds Mark made for him.
“You’re doing so well, darling,” Francis murmured. He reached to run his lube-free fingers through Mark’s hair and scratched his scalp, smiling as he felt Mark press against the touch.
He kept the gentle touching going, never really pushing into Mark’s hole, until he saw Mark’s arms starting to shake The position wouldn’t comfortable for long, holding himself open like that. So of course, Francis said nothing for a good minute. Then, just before Mark was starting to have real trouble with staying in this position, Francis dribbled more lube onto his hole and pushed in a finger.
Mark let out a long moan.
Francis smiled. “There we go. You can let go now, I’ve got it.”
When Mark was comfortable again, Francis began to gently stretch his hole with first one, then two fingers.
He didn’t have a goal, other than get to a point where Mark was putty in his hands, one way or another.
He could feel Mark’s hard cock bumping his thigh every now and then.
“I love it when you’re hard for me, gorgeous,” he murmured, smiling at the whine he heard when he rubbed Mark’s prostate for a few seconds. “You should see yourself, your hole clutches my fingers so nicely.”
He kept the words coming, because they had the desired effect on Mark. By the time he had three fingers inside, he pulled out his last trick.
He placed his free hand across Mark’s lower back to hold him still and said, “What if someone came to see if you were home?”
Just like that, Mark tensed, his hole clenching around Francis’s fingers.
“What if someone saw you humping my thigh right here on the couch, my fingers inside you, fucking you like you want me to?”
