“So, since you were so good to me, do you want to help me pick your reward?” Francis caressed Mark’s cheek with his thumb.
Mark nodded minutely.
“Choice is yours, sweetheart. Do you want to lie down and let me blow you, or do you want to do something to this?” He moved his hand and grasped his own cock through the towel. “Either way, tonight ends with you on your back and me riding you.”
Mark tensed for a moment, and Francis knew why. “No, none of that. This is different. I’ll be in control. There’s nothing to fear here, Mark. I’ll decide what you get and when. The decision is off your hands, this here is the only choice you get unless you use your colors.”
He let go of Mark’s cheek and leaned back in his chair.
Mark licked his lips, his gaze locking onto the bulge under Francis’s towel. He leaned in an inch, then caught himself, seemed to think for a moment, and finally lifted his gaze to Francis’s chin again.
“May I blow you?” he asked, voice husky and delicious.
“Of course. But you don’t get to use your hands.”
Mark nodded slowly. Francis moved to the edge of his chair and spread his legs more. His towel still covered his lap and Mark lifted his hand to pull it open.
“No,” Francis let the word snap out of his mouth.
Mark froze, hand in the air. His eyes widened in panic as he tried to figure out what was going on.
Then his gaze flickered around until it landed on his own hand, and he lowered his arm to his lap.
“Well done,” Francis praised, and the tension bled out of Mark’s posture.
He shuffled closer, then leaned in to press his face against Francis’s cock. He rubbed his cheek over the towel-covered erection like a cat and Francis smiled. He petted Mark’s hair, but didn’t do anything to guide him.
Soon, Mark lifted his head and looked for the knot keeping the towel together. When he spotted it, he leaned close and grabbed the towel with his teeth. Then he tugged it until the knot came loose and he could part it with one movement.
He let go of the fabric, and then nuzzled Francis’s cock again. Carefully, he began to mouth along it, up and down a few times before settling on to lick his balls.
Francis let out a quiet moan which spurred Mark on. He nibbled at the skin with his teeth, then soothed the minor sting with his tongue again.
Mark’s eyes were hooded as he lifted his head enough to be able to wrap his lips around Francis’s cock. For a while, he just held it in his mouth, breathing through his nose. There was an almost Zen quality about him.
Then he began to move his tongue and awkwardly tried to find the best way to blow Francis without the help of his hands.
The beauty of doing it this way was that Francis wouldn’t be able to get off like this. There was no urgency here, except in Mark when he got into his zone and started to make small frustrated sounds.
He finally got the angle right and managed to take Francis deeper a few times, but then almost lost his balance and Francis had to grab hold of his shoulders so he wouldn’t deep throat him.
“Easy… I think we’re ready to move onto the bed. Go on, darling.”
Mark got to his feet and swayed a bit as he found his footing. Kneeling that long without practice wasn’t easy and Francis tried not to hover as he waited for Mark to move.
He’d laid a towel on the middle of the bed and Mark went and settled on top of it. His eyes were clearer, the hesitance obvious in his expression and the way his cock started to flag a little.
“You’re so good for me, Mark. My handsome, amazing darling,” Francis murmured as he rounded the bed and tossed the lube and a condom next to Mark’s hip.
He couldn’t remember the last time a lover had responded to simple pet names as much as Mark did, but he could certainly work with that like he could work with Mark’s body.
He knee-walked over and straddled Mark’s thighs, then gave his cock a few jerks. He grabbed the lube and poured some on his hand, then slicked Mark and grasped his erection in a firm grip and moved his hand up and down at a steady pace meant to get him hard as rock and desperate, but not close to coming yet.
After a while of listening to the slick sounds of his hand and Mark’s gasps and moans, Francis stopped and let go of Mark.
“Okay, so here’s the thing, Mark. You want to be my person, right?”
Mark nodded, his gaze sharpening as he concentrated.
