Page 123 of The Butterfly Killer

“You can do it,” Marcus said loud enough thatRomancouldn’t dismiss it. “You can…do whatever you want to me.”

It was permission; it was submission. It was complete control over him because what was the use in pretending Roman didn’t already own him? If it wasn’t his body, it was his mind. Roman was all he thought about anymore and he knew it would never change.

There was a stillness that settled over the two of them. All that remained was Marcus’s ragged breaths echoed by the bunched fabric hiding only a portion of his face from Roman’s watching gaze.

He didn’t dare move, even to fully conceal his face. He didn’t want this spell to be broken, but he also didn’t want to keep still like this. His cock was hard and ready. He wanted to take it.

Slowly, as if he were torturing Marcus on purpose, Roman got up and leaned over Marcus’s arched form. His pressed his chest against Marcus’s back, their naked skin to skin an electrifying sensation. And then his cheek was against Marcus’s and he was whispering shattering words to the corner of his mouth that made him breathless.

“Do not tell me or anyone else that ever,” Roman said. If it was meant to be firm like a command, Roman utterly failed. His was just as breathless as Marcus, barely hanging on by a thread as they were unraveled in each other’s arms.

Roman’s hand slid over Marcus’s throat. Marcus’s pulse quickened. “You forget, butterfly, I’m not kind. I will take you apart, but I promise to put you back together.”

Marcus tried to nod, but Roman’s hand kept his head from moving. “I want that. I want all of it. I don’t care?—”

“You should!” Roman hissed. “If you give me permission…if you beg me like that…I don’t know if I can keep it together.”

Marcus wantedthattoo. He wanted Roman’s control. He wanted to be the reason Roman’s walls crumbled. He wanted the power to bring him to his knees without lifting a finger.

Marcus managed to find the energy to place his hand on top of Roman’s around his throat. He held it there, urging Roman to not let go.

To top it off, he spread his legs.

The slight movement had Roman’s jaw locking up. He was fighting himself. Marcus could feel the danger wafting off Roman. He never forgot who exactly he was letting into his bed. He knew what he was getting himself into.

“There’s lube under my bed.”

Roman’s head dropped. He nuzzled the crook of Marcus’s neck. “I don’t want to let you go.”

Marcus didn’t react for a second. Then, a smile broke over his lips and he giggled. “How can you be so cute at a time like this?”

Roman pouted. He fuckingpouted. Marcus could feel it on his skin and he wanted to get it inked there, maybe get it carved because he didn’t want to forget this fluttering feeling.

They maneuvered so Marcus could lean over the side of the bed and grab the lube laying on it side on the floor. The cap wasn’t entirely on and there was a line of lube down the side. Thankfully, Marcus had used it just the night before—he hadn’t lied about masturbating to the thought of Roman—and it hadn’t dried out.

With Roman still lying on top of him, he squirted a good amount on his fingers. Somehow he managed to get his hand between his legs. He startled from the cold gel on his perineum. He circled the rim of his hole with his middle finger. The sensation wasn’t new, but with Roman on top of him, it heightened the arousal.

Roman removed himself from being plastered to Marcus’s back. It gave Marcus more mobility to touch himself, but he missed Roman’s warmth.

That warmth was transferred to his ass and zeroed in on what he was doing with his fingers.

Roman sat back on his heels behind Marcus. He definitely had a full view of Marcus’s ass.

Marcus’s thighs trembled as he inserted a finger. This wasn’t new either. Tugging his cock to Roman had quickly not been enough. He’d turned to sucking his fingers, imagining Roman was fucking his throat while he jerked off. That too, wasn’t enough. It escalated to fingering himself though he never got above two. He’d thought about buying something bigger, fucking himself through the longing, but he’d talked himself out of it.

Electric shocks went up and down his spine. His fingers curled inside, touching places not used to it. Those sensations, uncomfortable as they were at first, grew into white-hot arousal that made a layer of sheen sweat appear over his body.

Marcus rocked his hips back and forth. His cock hardened. It dripped pre-cum onto the sheets, creating a wet spot. His fingers became rougher with their stretching. The burn was jarring at first, but once he got used to it, there was pleasure in it as well.

He hadn’t noticed his eyes had fallen shut. He’d been concentrated on opening himself up that he’d lost himself in his own little world.

They flew open when Roman’s hands ghosted over the curve of his hip.

“Sorry,” Marcus muttered. He withdrew his fingers, hole twitching at the emptiness.

Roman gave his hip a gentle squeeze. “Take your time. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Marcus couldn’t help the snicker. He shook his head into the mattress. “Really? You’re saying that now?”

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