Page 14 of Spilled Ink

He tried to say something glib and when that didn't work, he shot, his need pulsing from his prick. Mark cried out for him, bucking hard against his body, and damned if the man didn't come for him, too. Just like that. Hot and wet and good.

Rooster let his eyes close, face pressed into the curve of Mark's throat.

A soft laugh brushed over his skin. "You still haven't seen my tattoo."

"I haven't. I came all over it, though." That tickled him, laughter bubbling out of him.

"Does that count as moisturizer or something?" Mark's ribs shook against his, both of them laughing like idiots, loud and raucous.

"Oh. Oh, shit. Shit, you're funny as all fuck." He rolled Mark to one side, heading to look at that ink, rub their come right in.

Christ, look at that. His ink. Right there. Pretty as anything now that it was healed.

"Mmm." He leaned down to look close, cheek rubbing that hipbone, stubble catching on Mark's skin. He fucking approved.

"God, that feels good." Stretching, shifting, Mark moved for him, muscles sliding under skin, belly quivering. It did. He nuzzled in, lips moving over Mark's stomach, tongue lapping every now and again. Mark grunted, wiggling to get more of his touch, giving him more skin. And those hands. Jesus Christ those hands. They pushed into his hair, rubbing, pulling a little.

He took advantage, crawling over the top of Mark, teeth testing the skin. Mark started working his braid free, his hair pooling on Mark's belly, the muscled chest.

"Fuck, yeah." Man, someone liked that. Those sturdy legs rose up around the back of his thighs, holding him there. And those hands... Goddamn. They rubbed and pushed and pulled his hair across that skin.

It was easy to lose himself, to close his eyes and lick and touch and rub, murmuring Mark's name over and over.

"You're okay. Yeah? You're fine." Mark didn't sound like he was trying to comfort Rooster. More like he was reassuring himself.

"Fine. I was so fucking pissed." He licked up along Mark's ribs, heading north.

"Yeah. I bet, man. I don't blame you." Mark helped, one hand behind his head, pulling him up over those well-developed pecs so Mark could kiss him again, melt his brain.

He groaned, leaning full-bodied against Mark's heat, giving himself right over to those hands. Please. The man could kiss. Like work of art kissing. Every bit of him got tasted, inside and out, like Mark wanted to eat him alive. They rolled to their sides, Mark cradling his head, fingers barely touching his temple.

Mark pulled back to look at him, eyes dark, wide. "They could have done a lot worse, yeah? Jesus."

"No. They couldn't. I wouldn't let them. I'm glad you were the one to come."

"So am I. I woulda gone crazy if I'd heard it on the band and not been the one to come." Those kisses slid in between each word, soft and slow, then hard and almost bruising.

"Mmmhmm." His lips tingled, felt swollen and hot. He drew Mark's free hand down, brought it to his hip, his ass. "Touch me."

"Want to do more than that, man. Want to... yeah. Can I?" That hand cupped his ass, Mark's fingers digging into the muscle, squeezing.

"Fuck, yes. Please. Please, Mark." He wasn't too proud to beg for it.

"You got... I don't. Shit. There's a condom in my pants, wherever they are." Mark laughed a little, the sound brushing his lips.

"I don't bring men here. I haven't in years. Got lube though." Together they had both pieces.

Mark lifted him up, sliding out from under him. "Don't go away. I'll be quick. Find the fucking lube."

Every so often the cop came out in the man. It was oddly hot, really. He dug around for his tube of KY, pulled it out of his drawer of good porn and tissues.

Mark was as good as his word, back in no time, still rock hard and ready, one hand cupped beneath his cock, the other holding the condom. "Got it?"

"I do." He waved the tube like a flag, grinning as Mark chuckled.

"Fucking A." That big body had the bed dipping, and they traded, Mark handing him the condom, him giving up the lube so Mark could open it.

Rooster took his time smoothing the rubber over Mark's prick, stroking the latex on, making sure Mark felt it.

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