They went into the bedroom naked and got under the covers together. Mark found himself against Francis’s chest again. Cuddling, it seemed, was something he’d been craving.
“We should get one of those lists about BDSM-related things. Kinks and other things surrounding the lifestyle and then go through one together,” Francis spoke quietly. “That way there wouldn’t be surprises. Neither of us wouldn’t have to be nervous about how the other might feel about something. We could agree on hard and soft limits and so on.”
Mark went through his mental list of things he’d read. “Like things we might never want and things that might be okay at some point?”
“Exactly. For example, what you said in the bathroom would be a hard limit unless you stated otherwise.”
Without doing it consciously, Mark had begun to stroke Francis’s stomach as they talked. He realized what he was doing when he tugged at the hairs on Francis’s treasure trail and saw his cock jerk a bit even under the sheet.
That reminded him…. “Do you want to do anything about this?” he asked as he slid a hand under the sheet and caressed Francis’s cock with his fingertips.
Francis’s chuckle shook his chest and Mark lifted his head to look at him, mock frowning.
“Oh, sorry, did I disturb your lounging?” Francis smirked at him. “As an answer to your question, you can do whatever you want with it tonight.”
Mark felt faint for a moment, as if all the blood he had in his body had rushed to his cock. The possibilities were endless.
He swallowed all the saliva pooling in his mouth. “Uh, what if I want it inside me?”
Francis’s cock twitched under his fingers, making Mark snicker.
“Oh hush.” Francis rolled his eyes. “If you’re sure.”
“Yeah, I want it.” Then, because it felt important to say, he added, “I wantyou.”
“Okay. Go get a towel.”
Mark scrambled out of bed and went to grab a fresh towel from his linen cupboard. When he got back, Francis spread the towel on the bed and then gestured for Mark to lie down.
They made out, Francis on top for about a minute, then got too excited to get to the main action. Although, somehow, Mark knew that wasn’t quite true; this wasn’t the main bit of the evening. What had happened on the couch had been the most meaningful event on a deeper level. This, Francis pushing lube inside him for the second time tonight, was a drink after seeing a show.
Then again, what did Mark know about that anyway?
He let out a long breath that ended in a whimper when Francis tapped his prostate.
“You with me?” Francis murmured, leaning over him to kiss him.
“Y-yeah, I…. That feels….”
“I know.” Francis nipped at his chin, his eyes dancing with mirth as he continued to drive Mark’s body wild.
Time lost meaning again. This time, it snapped back into focus with Mark pleading, “Please, Francis, please.”
“All right.” Francis rolled on a condom and stopped, poised between Mark’s thighs. “Look at me, gorgeous.”
Mark forced his eyes open, and watched Francis’s face when he pushed inside slowly.
Maybe it was a cliché, but Mark felt something he’d never felt before. He was pretty sure it had nothing to do about Francis popping his cherry—so to speak—but more about feeling that connection with someone as special as Francis was to him for the first time.
Mark gasped. “Oh… fuck….”
Francis smiled at him, but the way his hips jerked forward and his eyes looked a bit wild told Mark that he wasn’t as in control as he was trying to seem.
He kept pushing in and pulling back for a moment, then finally,finallyhe bottomed out.
“Tell me when I can move, darling,” Francis said with a grunt as he held himself still.
Mark nodded quickly, “Please.”
