It was like nothing he’d expected. He’d thought it would be painful or feel odd in a bad way. His logical mind said people wouldn’t do anal sex if it didn’t feel good, but it hadn’t occurred to him how many nerve endings were down there, and how much his prostate would like this sort of thing.
Mark must’ve been a bit wide-eyed, because after a while of fucking him steadily, Francis stopped and looked at him.
“Are you all right, Mark?” Francis frowned and cupped his cheek.
“Yes, I’m… I’m good. This is just a bit… mind-blowing.” Mark smiled weakly.
“Ah….” Francis leaned down and kissed him ever so gently. “Just tell me how you want it, okay?”
Mark nodded. Then he shook his head. “No. No, I know it’s my first time like this but I’m not the only person here. I’ll tell you if I don’t like what you’re doing, but Francis, this is… everything.” He felt sudden tears well up and hoped that Francis would understand, that he wouldn’t ask or comfort, because that wasn’t what Mark needed from him right then.
Francis kissed him again, this time making it filthier, before pulling halfway out and pushing back in with a snap that made Mark moan into his mouth. The kissing became sloppy, and then Francis got to his knees.
“Use your words if you need to,” he said, smiling in the mischievous way Mark liked so much.
When Francis let go, he was glorious. The way he fucked Mark was nothing short of spectacular, and some part of Mark’s brain said he was so, so lucky to be there to see, let alone feel, what Francis could do to his body.
Mark’s cock was slapping against his stomach every now and then, and he grabbed it, then looked at Francis for some reason.
“Yeah, do it,” Francis ground out, and oh, Mark’s brain had gone straight to asking permission.
He jerked himself off, determined to come before Francis because he knew how good that was supposed to feel for the top.
The sound of a car driving past the house penetrated the haziness of Mark’s brain in the quiet bedroom. Something clicked somewhere in his mind, and he began to come, twitching on Francis’s cock as he shot all over himself.
The sounds he made weren’t familiar to him, and he held on as Francis chased his own orgasm, his rapid, sharp thrusts moving Mark up the bed until he managed to slap a hand against the headboard above himself.
Francis froze, then pulsed inside him as he filled the condom. Mark wondered what it would’ve felt without one. If he could’ve felt Francis’s come inside him. He groaned at the thought, his ass contracting around Francis once more, making him groan with surprise.
The feeling of Francis pulling out, leaving him empty again, was definitely the weird part of all of this. Mark wanted to whine, he pictured his hole gaping for a while, and flushed red.
Francis tied and tossed the condom into the waste basket by the bedside table. Then he used the end of the towel to wipe the lube off Mark, tugged on the towel until he rolled over, and then toweled the come from Mark’s chest when he lay back down.
Once the cleanup was done, Francis tossed the towel toward the bathroom and settled on the bed.
“That was… incredible,” he finally said, turning his head to look at Mark.
Mark didn’t have any words that seemed suitable for the occasion, so he curled up against Francis and hid his face in Francis’s neck.
He could picture the smile on Francis’s face as he began to pet Mark.
Everything about the experience had been perfect, even the way Francis took care of the clean-up afterward. Sex was messy, and that was something Mark hadn’t really thought of much. His experiences before Francis had been quick and easy to clean up, but somehow this was better.
“How do you feel?” Francis asked after several minutes of silence.
“Good. Happy,” Mark said what came to him first.
Francis pressed a kiss against his sweaty hair and didn’t seem to care. “Good. I’m happy, too.”
Smiling, Mark pulled the sheet over them and settled back down. Then he leaned up and kissed Francis’s jaw. He felt the familiar blush rise to his cheeks when Francis gave him a tender look, but chose to ignore it. He was happy. He’d hold onto it as long as he could.
* * * *
Of course, nothing good could last forever. As soon as Mark opened his eyes on Wednesday morning, he remembered what was going to happen soon.
Francis woke up to Mark’s alarm, and rubbed his eyes before peering at him.
“How are you feeling?” Francis asked, and for a moment, Mark thought he meant the inevitable call.
