Roman cut Marcus off by slamming right back into him to the hilt. His hips pressed against Marcus’s ass. His hands held Marcus’s wiggling hips so he couldn’t pull away. He gave a little experimental thrust and then ground into him, widening the spasming channel so he was pulled even deeper.
Marcus really couldn’t breathe this time. His mouth gaped as his wide eyes went cross.
Roman pulled out and thrust in a little slower, but all the way in again. He held there, breathing heavy as he too adjusted as much as he could to the sensation of Marcus clamping down on him.
Marcus’s head drooped.
“Hey.” Roman grabbed Marcus by his hair and pulled his head up. “You’re not passing out on me, are you?”
“Nnngh.”
Roman laid over him, blanketing his body with his warmth. Marcus, though sweaty and burning up, like the all consuming feeling.
“Marcus,” Roman said sweetly in his ear. “Are you feeling good?”
Marcus didn’t know how he managed to open his eyes. All he knew was that he was looking at Roman, staring back into his eyes. His face was flushed, cheeks red and his pupils were blown.
Marcus moved closer as much as he could in his position. He craned his neck and offered his parted lips. Roman knew exactly what he wanted. He kissed Marcus tenderly and then deeper until he was fucking Marcus’s mouth as if to prelude what he would be doing to his ass in a couple minutes.
Marcus shook for it. His dick was so hard he thought he might break it. His balls were tight, aching for release.
Roman ended the kiss.
Marcus had a second to prepare before Roman started to thrust again. Roman picked up the pace, his hips smacking into Marcus’s ass, jolting him forward each time.
The bed creaked. The mattress thumped against the wall. The window shook, the glass misting from the rain that had stopped a half hour ago.
Roman fucked Marcus slow and deep, then hard and fast. Marcus grabbed the nearest pillow and pressed his face into it. His toes flexed and his legs thumped as he took everything Roman gave to him.
His moans filled the empty space of the apartment. Roman’s dick was hitting deeper and deeper, reaching a part of him that had been untouched, scratching an itch he didn’t know was there.
Roman paused to readjust. He kept kneeling on one leg and braced with the other one, his foot on the bed. He found Marcus’s prostrate within a second this way.
Marcus seized as if he’d been electrocuted. His dick dripped with precum and he couldn’t hold back the scream. Roman nailed that spot within him over and over.
He was cumming before he could feel it. He was delirious. He didn’t know if he yelled Roman’s name or if it had simply been in his head.
Roman fucked him through it. His thrusts became erratic, a hurried pace that signaled he was going to cum soon. Marcus’s dick kept dripping and made a sad attempt to get hard again, but it had managed to cum untouched and that had taken a lot of energy. Still, it tried.
Roman came with a low groan. The hot seed filled Marcus. With a couple more wet thrusts, Roman settled inside Marcusto bask in the afterglow. A little of the cum escaped, dribbling down Marcus inner thighs, clinging to his sweaty skin before it dropped onto the already damp sheets.
Pleasure shakes went through Marcus every so often. Roman finally pulled out with a wet squelch.
He took his time, petting Marcus’s ass, running his finger over Marcus’s puffy hole.
Marcus whimpered when Roman slipped a finger in.
“Sorry,” Roman said. He moved up the bed and laid down. He helped Marcus roll on his side to cuddle against him.
He kissed Marcus’s temple.
After that, Marcus couldn’t know what happened. He was already asleep.
31EPILOGUE
When Marcus woke up,he fully expected Roman to be gone. He was pleasantly surprised when he didn’t wake to find his bed cold. A warm body embraced him from behind and there was a hand dangerously close to his erection.
His cock twitched. It liked the position and couldn’t wait for a repeat of last night. His ass on the other hand, was sore and perhaps could use a break.