“No, no, I would never—” Mark felt horrified at the suggestion that he might be violent.
“Yeah, that’s what they all say, officer.”
“Deputy,” Mark corrected automatically.
“What?”
“I’m a sheriff’s deputy.”
“Oh.” Francis grinned at him in the way he had when he’d first looked at Mark what now felt like hours ago, but couldn’t have been more than half an hour, tops. “Why don’t you drop to your knees right here and suck me, and we’ll go from there.”
It was that cadence, more than the words. It was the assertive way Francis leaned his back on the wall and opened his fly, as if knowing that Mark would obey him that made Mark go to his knees.
Before he could insist on a condom, Francis dug one out from his pocket, expertly opened the foil and rolled it onto his cock. The way he had absolute control of every little movement had Mark spellbound. He realized he wanted to break that command and make Francis lose his composure.
So he opened his mouth obediently and let Francis push his latex-covered dick inside.
“There you go,” Francis murmured. “Show me what you can do, and I’ll get you off, too.”
A big part of Mark rebelled at the words, but some sort of animalistic side that needed so much and connected to this particular man made him do exactly as told.
Mark put his hands on Francis’s thighs and tried to remember everything he liked himself, everything he’d done to please the few partners he’d done this for. Because Francis was right; Mark was in the closet and Francis called the shots, and Mark’s hookups were never more than quick blowjobs where he was the recipient and frantic fucks where it was always him who did the fucking.
This time, he actually cared if the guy he was with got off, for whatever reason. Maybe it was because Francis was interesting, there wassomethingabout him.
“Can I fuck your mouth?” Francis cupped his jaw.
For a moment, Mark wasn’t sure, and it must’ve been obvious in his eyes, because Francis’s gaze softened. “Hey, I won’t choke you. Here, you take the control for this.” He started to move his hand away, and Mark… whined.
He felt ashamed and closed his eyes. What the fuck was he doing? Whining because a stranger wanted him to have control over a blowjob he was giving?
“Okay, okay, gorgeous, I guess it’s my show. Open up, I’ll do my best to not choke you.” And then Francis took hold of Mark’s hair and his jaw and carefully pushed deeper. His thrusts were shallow at first, and Mark relaxed his jaw and kept his eyes closed.
“That’s it, Mark, you’re doing so well. Breathe, gorgeous.”
The litany of praise made something inside Mark settle further. He opened his throat as much as he could, but Francis didn’t try to deep throat him. It relaxed him even more, and he let Francis use him how he wanted to.
Eventually, Francis pulled out and Mark suppressed another whine. He felt odd, a bit floaty, as if he was high and he hadn’t been in more than a decade.
“That was so good, now get to your feet.”
He followed the orders and Francis moved him to lean on the wall, face first. He let out a startled sound.
“Shh, it’s okay. If you say stop or no, I’ll stop” Francis reached around and opened Mark’s jeans, then pushed them and his underwear to his knees, and then even lower.
There was a sound Mark didn’t recognize, and he turned his head and saw Francis opening a tiny bottle of lube.Who hastravel lube? Francis, apparently. He slathered his cock with it, then positioned himself behind Mark.
The haze lifted immediately.
“N-no, I don’t—”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck your ass. You were a good boy for me—”
Mark stumbled as he moved to turn, the words hitting him hard. “Do not c-call me—” All of a sudden, he was trembling.
“Hey, shh, I won’t, I promise. I won’t hurt you in any way,” Francis said in a weirdly gentle voice. “If you still want this, move back to how you were. I promise it’ll be good.”
Mark, still shaking, watched Francis’s face for any deception and saw none. It calmed him again, so he nodded and turned back, shuffling awkwardly.
