“Happy?” Marc asked while tossing his boxers somewhere on the floor, cock twitching as he straddled Chris again.
“Very.” He was going to reach out for it, but the bassist slapped his hand away.
“That I’m naked doesn’t give you the right to touch me.”
“You’re fucking kidding me.” Chris chuckled with embarrassment, so out of his element.
Sliding his knees further apart, Marc pressed his pelvis lower over Chris and bent down, brushing their lips together once more. “I. Wanna. Suck. You. First,” he husked, grinding in time with his words, creating some delicious friction between their cocks as he pinched his nipples. It felt strange, but insanely good. “So stop sulking.” He smirked and straightened.
“I’m not sulking.” Chris laughed softly, sitting up while his friend put his hair in a low ponytail—a sign that things were about to get real.
Before he scooted down on the bed, Chris grabbed his jaw and pulled him in for another ravishing kiss. He had no idea what it was; if Marc had added some type of drug to that skilled tongue, but fuck, he tasted too good.
Wrapping an arm around his waist, free hand clung to Marc’s ass, Chris pressed their bodies even closer. Their dicks squeezed between their abs, rubbing together as they grinded in an agonizingly slow motion motion. The bassist groaned. He. Fucking. Groaned.
Chris’s heart somersaulted. That felt like a victory.
He was about to take it further, see what else he could do to rip those sounds from him again, when Marc pulled away and pushed him down on the mattress with a force he couldn’t stop.
“Playtime is over.”
Just like the first time Marc had sucked him, he didn’t mess around. After wetting his shaft with a few licks on the crown, open-mouth kisses along its length, and teasing tugs on the piercing that had his insides already turning into ashes, he swallowed him. However, tonight, his movements were anything but tentative.
Chris could feel his struggle to fit him in completely, throat clenching in spasms as he bobbed back and forth. But after a few seconds, Marc got used to it and took him even further. With his palms on the guitarist’s thighs, he nudged them wider apart, slipping a hand between them and massaging his balls as he continued slurping him off like a fiend.
In his mind, the times he’d played all the possibilities of him screwing another dude, Chris had never visualized this one. Just the idea of spreading for a man like this made him feel vulnerable. But not here. Not now. Not with Marc. He had given in completely, to his needs and whatever the hell he wanted to do with him.
As he sunk deeper into his greed, Chris couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Reaching for Marc’s head, he fisted his hair and thrust upward into his mouth, chasing his orgasm as the slippery wet sensation of his friend’s tongue and groans embraced his erection.
“That feels… fucking—” Chris moaned, only for his voice to turn into a grunt when the bassist shifted his attention to his balls, slightly sucking on their skin. “Oh, God!” He squirmed.
“I love how responsive you are,” Marc rasped, staring up at him. “And you taste so fucking good...” His tongue flicked over his tip once more before he suctioned and jerked him with solid strokes. Then pushed him to the back of his throat again as he touched himself, too.
“Fuck!” Chris groaned, because how could he keep his voice low when he didn’t own himself anymore?
Spiraling down, shivers of pleasure set his nervous system on fire. Flashes of colors he didn’t even know existed sparked behind his eyelids as he squeezed them shut, and he eased into a void with no fucking return.
“Marc, Marc…” he called, tapping his forearm. “Slow down, dude, or I’m gonna come.”
The bassist popped him off, fists still going at it. “So come.”
“No, fuck…” Chris grabbed his wrist and stopped him. “I want you to come, too.”
“I’m already on that,” Marc said before nibbling the inner side of his thigh, continuing to pump his own dick.
“I…” The words dissipated on the tip of his tongue.
“You, what?”
“I wanna do it. To make it up to you, like I said.”
A ridiculously arrogant, sexy smirk spread across the bassist’s face. But no patronizing or witty remarks came out of his mouth. Instead, Marc simply crawled up the bed until they were level and pecked his lips.
Chris thought he would need some extra work as he had just begun wanking himself. To his surprise—and delight—though, Marc’s cock was already crowned with pre-cum.
“Like what you see?”
He slowly nodded, swallowing before biting his bottom lip.
