“Then should we skip these?” Francis asked, holding up the condom.
Mark swallowed hard before nodding. “Yes.”
“I mean, we can use them if we want to for easy cleanup, but—”
“N-no, not now. Please.”
“All right.” Francis moved up enough so the angle would be right and stretched his hole. He’d done some of the work in the shower, but he still needed more. Once he was ready, he drizzled lube on Mark’s cock.
“Hold yourself for me,” he grunted, and Mark quickly obeyed, grasping his erection and keeping it still so Francis could spear himself on it.
“Oh God, oh God,oh God….” The litany from Mark wasn’t surprising. They’d established that Mark had never had sex without proper protection and Francis hadn’t in decades.
The stretch and burn made Francis tilt his head back and let out a long groan. It felt so fucking good.
He forgot about Mark for a moment, just feeling the way his cock filled him just right. He started to move, wishing he’d been working out more when the burn hit his thighs.
“Francis,” Mark breathed out his name.
He snapped his eyes open and looked at Mark, then smiled at him when he saw the agony and ecstasy on his features.
“Color?” Francis asked, swiveling his hips in a way that made his eyes cross.
“Green,green,” Mark panted.
His hands were fisting the sheets as he tried to stay in control. That wasn’t what Francis wanted, though.
“Grab my hips and fuck me from below. Like you mean it,” he commanded, leaning forward.
Mark seemed to understand what he wanted and needed from him, and did as told, hammering into him with flawless rhythm as Francis tried to stay balanced on top of him.
He put one hand on Mark’s chest and grasped his dick with the other. He was getting close.
“Come on, fuck me harder,” he snapped, quietly but in his Dom voice, and something about that unblocked whatever it had been holding Mark back.
His large hands squeezed Francis’s hips as he drove into him, the sounds of slapping flesh filling the room.
“Come when you’re ready,” Francis panted, jerking himself off as fast as he could.
He came in a spectacular fashion, spurting all over Mark’s chest and hitting his own chin.
Mark let out a wounded sound and slammed into him, then stilled as his cock jerked inside Francis. Mark couldn’t twitch as much in this position, but the tremors running through his body were telling.
Francis smirked as he carefully got off Mark and hobbled out of bed. “Grab the towel and join me in the shower. You dirtied me, you get to clean me.”
Mark chuckled, the sound a bit dazed. “Green, I guess,” he called after Francis who burst out laughing.
Chapter Seventeen
Francis seemed okay for the first couple of days after his friends left Acker to go back to their lives in New Jersey. Then, slowly but surely, Mark began to see the changes in him.
He stared into space sometimes without realizing he was doing it and smiled a bit less. Henrietta even commented on it one evening.
“He needs time. He misses them and they miss him. It’s not easy to just leave people behind like that, even if you need the change,” she said in a kind, motherly tone.
“Yeah, I guess. It’s just hard to see him struggle.”
She smiled at him sadly. “That’s love for you, dear.”
