Chris took the cock out of his mouth, only to push his middle finger between his lips. “Good.”
He then proceeded to keep sucking Marc while adding that rotating motion with his right palm on the base. Although this time, instead of cupping his balls, his free hand slid further down between the bassist’s legs, brushing his perineum until he slowly glided the digit into his hole.
Marc tensed for a moment out of surprise. He’d seen what his friend had done a second before, but his brain hadn’t registered it. He didn’t think Chris would actually—kind of—fuck his ass, since he wasn’t confident enough to even make eye contact with him while giving him head. He hadn’t looked up once.
“Oh, God!” Marc moaned, squirming and thrusting upward. “Faster.” Every muscle in his body was shivering, indulging in that churning motion into his rear and the suction on his dick. Moan after moan, he was falling apart. There was no stopping the riptide anymore. “Fuck, I’m coming… I’m co—”
With both hands holding Chris’s head firmly in place, Marc squeezed his eyes shut while driving into his mouth. The room spun. His heart skipped several beats and a throaty groan reverberated inside of him, crashing against the walls of the apartment as he shuddered through an orgasm that ripped through every fiber of his being.
He didn’t know if it was the lack of sexual intercourse or the fact that his entire existence had craved this moment for so long, but he couldn’t remember enjoying a release so damn much.
Crossing his arms over his face as he felt two strong hands gripping his hips, the bassist struggled to get oxygen into his lungs. Even the air caressing his skin was causing replicas of the pleasure that had just exploded inside of him as he’d filled Chris’s mouth with his load.
Oh, fuck. A shiver ran down his spine.
Unsure how much time he’d spent swamped in that cloud of sinful ecstasy, when his mind and soul decided it was time to come back to earth, Chris was lying atop him again, chest to chest, breathing as heavily as him, gently kissing his neck.
“Did I earn my privilege to fuck you?” he asked.
Marc uncrossed his arms and looked into those sky-blue eyes sparked with lust and desire. “Hmm…”
Chris pressed his still hard dick against him, stealing yet another moan.
“I’ll take that as a yes, but I still want to hear you say it.”
The bassist chuckled. “You have earned the fucking privilege, yeah.” He grabbed his jaw and bit his bottom lip. “But don’t expect me to always be this nice. I’m just doing it so you can have a taste before I get my way with you.”
Chris smirked. “Can’t wait to see how you’ll try to tame me.”
16. Blood & Honey
September15th,2017
Munich, Germany
With his lips gluedto Marc’s again, Chris let his hands do whatever the hell they wanted as they crawled onto the bed.
Until now, he’d only had a few things as clear as water in his life, and none of them had been him being into cocks. If someone had told him a few months before that the simple thought of having a dick in front of his face would make him feel somewhat unsettled but overall intrigued, he would never have believed them. Yet Marc had made him realize that life wasn’t as black or white as it seemed sometimes. That there could be different and amazing shades of grey in between.
He still had some reservations about all this. Not about touching Marc and making him moan. Apparently, he was beyond that already. For reasons that escaped him, he was attracted to this man and had thoroughly enjoyed going down on him. Even swallowing his cum hadn’t weirded him out. Though, after seeing how pissed off the bassist had been when he’d finally allowed him into his apartment, Chris was even more afraid to mess up than when he’d knocked on the door—one false step and everything could go to shit.
But fuck, he wanted whatever it was they were doing. Even if his shaky hands and dry mouth made him feel like he was new at sex, so nervous and self-conscious. Though, in a way, he was a neophyte.
It wasn’t the first time he’d fucked someone in the ass, but it was definitely the first time he was about to do it with a dude. A dude who had banged and been banged by several men and women equally. What if Chris wasn’t good enough?
A wet kissing sound as Marc pulled away from his mouth broke his train of thought.
“Stop thinking so much,” the bassist rasped.
How the hell does he always know?
“I’m not—”
“Yes, you are.” He nuzzled his nose while continuing to grind their dicks together. “And that’s okay, more than normal, but I want you to focus on me, andonly me,now.” His lips cruised over his jaw. “You think you can do that?” He licked Chris’s earlobe.
“Y-yeah… Y-you’re actually all”—he shivered as his tongue grazed over the industrial piercing—“I have on my mind right now.”
Satisfied with the response, Marc hummed and planted a few more soft, molding kisses on his mouth, sucking on the guitarist’s bottom lip before rolling off of him and onto his right side.
