When he backed up, it was like he had stroked my very soul and disabled the danger button that should have been screaming. But it was silent now, as I followed him back to the bedroom with only one thing on my mind. Putting my hands on this man in the deepest and sinful ways. I wanted to bend him to my liking.
In the bedroom, he stopped and turned to speak to me.
“Get in the bed and let go back to sleep.”
“Sleeping in that bed with you right now is the last thing I have in mind.” I said truthfully.
“Ambrose, please. Don’t do this. I am not the person you want to get involved with.”
“Says the man who refused to let me leave, and demanded I come back to the bedroom and to bed.”
“I didn’t mean this.”
“Marco, you’re giving me mixed signals.”
“Ambrose.”
The way his voice said my name was the last straw. He was pleading with me. It was in his voice, and I liked the sound of it. Marco had a few inches on me, but it didn’t stop me from grabbing him by the chin and pressing my lips to his. Marco was breathless when I pulled away from him.
I sat on the end of the bed, my legs spread and forced Marco down on his knees and the shock on his face wasn’t well hidden.
“Ambrose what are you—--”
“Quiet, you’re alright.”
“Ambrose, I’ve never been on the receiving end. If this is how you intend for things to play out. This might be too much for me.” Marco said, the panic on his face heavy.
“I’ll play by your rules Marco, I promise you this will be good. If it’s too much, we can stop.”
He looked conflicted, but he relaxed. “Fine.”
“If you don’t want to, we can just go back—---”
“I said, it was fine, Ambrose. I just didn’t see this coming.” He sighed.
“You are not the first to say that.”
Sat between my legs in the dark, the moonlight peaking through the clouds, giving just enough light to see each other; I admired his body.
“I think you should remove some of this clothing, Marco.”
He slowly reached for his shirt, and I spoke.
“Maybe this isn’t a good idea with your ribs.”
“I’m fine. My ribs are ok.”
As if to double down on that idea, he moved like one would if they didn’t have broken ribs that were only a few days old. Watching him flinch, I grabbed his chin, lightly and defiant eyes looked back at me, before he seemed to reel that emotion back in.
“Marco, don’t push yourself if this is too much.”
He stood up and yanked his sweatpants down, his boxers nearly going with them. It was hard not to touch him. I wanted to run my hand all over his exposed skin, but I took a deep breath, reeling in my lust. Marco was hard and tenting the front of his boxers.
“Do you have condoms and lube?” I asked softly.
“Yes, I do. I’ll get them from the bathroom.”
Marco disappeared into the dark and I pulled a hand through my hair, my heart racing with a childlike excitement. He returned just as quickly, placing the items into my hand. Setting the stuff on the bed, I made the come here motion with my finger, and he got closer, but he looked apprehensive.
“Don’t look so panicked, Marco. This is in your hands. We stop when you want to.”
He nodded, not saying a damn word. I didn’t like that. Reaching out, I tucked two fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled him closer, before using both my hands to pull his boxers down.
“If you wanted them gone too, I would have taken them off.”
“What fun is that? Unwrapping someone else’s present.”
Marco’s breath hitched when I grabbed his cock and gave it a stroke.
“How long has it been since someone paid attention to you, Marco, and do be honest?”
“A year or more.”
Spitting in my hand, I stroked him faster, and I watched his reaction to me touching him. I watched his stomach tense, and I let go of his cock and he groaned.
“Ambrose, why?”
“I don’t want you to come yet. Just wait a little longer, then I’ll let you get off.”
His eyes held frustration, but he didn’t show it. Pulling my shirt off, I tossed it into the dark. Marco stepped back, and I stood up, removing my own pants and leaving my boxers on. Proof of my arousal tenting the front of them.
“Come back here.”
Marco stepped into my personal space again when I sat down on the edge of the bed once more and palmed his cock again. This time bring my head down to lick the bead of pre-cum off the tip. Marco shuttered, and I pulled back, worried his knees might buckle.
“Sit down.”
“I should be alright, I just—”
“Marco. Sit. If you fall, then this is all over.” I said flatly, and he did as I asked. I was amused that he was still listening to me this far. Lightly pushing him flat back against the bed, he flinched again, and I was ready to call it off.
“Wait, I’m fine, don’t stop, please. Ambrose.”
Watching him for a few minutes, I was satisfied that he was ok, and I was ok to continue. Moving his thighs apart, I placed my hand between his legs for leverage and moved, so I could lean down and take him into my mouth.
Marco cursed when hollowed my cheeks and worked on his neglected cock. His pubic hairs were dark like the hair on his head and trimmed short. Lifting my mouth off him, I stroked him again, though it was more of an afterthought.
I left kisses and bites on his flesh. I felt him jerk. Moving back down, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock again and sucked him off.
“Ambrose, Wait—---Fuck.”
His cum was warm and thick as it flowed into my mouth, and his saltiness engulfed my tastebuds. Pulling back, Marco sat up and grabbed my chin.
“Don’t. That’s not–” I swallowed his load, and he frowned. “-- I was going to say not to do just that.”
“Too late.”
“That’s not pleasant, you don’t have to—--”
“I don’t have to do anything. I chose to swallow your cum, Marco.”
The frown was still set on his face, but I spoke.
“Let me get you a drink and then we can have some more fun.”
Returning with the glass of water from the kitchen, I handed it to Marco, and he drank a good majority of the glass, saving a mouthful.
“Here, rinse your mouth.”
“Marco, I don’t find your cum gross or disgusting, but I’ll accept the water, regardless.”
“Do you want me to help you with that, Ambrose?”
“No, What I want is you to find a comfortable position on your stomach with this—” I smacked his ass. “Up for me.”
It took him a few minutes, but he did as I asked, and I found the lube pouring a generous amount into my hand.
“This is going to be a little cold, and probably uncomfortable, but please try to relax.”
Massaging the lube into his hole, I was able to slip a finger in after a few minutes, and then another one.
“I feel bad for every male I’ve ever just fucked without lube.” He hissed.
“It’s not always this bad.”
“I fucking hope not.”
I felt bad, but pressed on because he had not indicated to stop. Three fingers deep was really pushing it with Marco. He was clearly trying his hardest not to call mercy on this one. He relaxed when I found his prostate and applied soft pressure to it.
“Marco, Does that feel good?”
“I have no idea what you’re doing, but it feels nicer than before.”
“I’m massaging your prostate.”
“Gross.”
I chucked and slowly removed my fingers, and he spoke.
“Wait, why did you stop?”
“I’ve loosened you up. I’m going to gently enter you.”
Marco looked unimpressed, but let out a deep breath and tried to relax. While he did all that, I added more lube to his hole. Yanked my boxers off, and put the condom on, and lubed it up.
“Just relax, ok? It’s going to be a little uncomfortable at first.”
Pressing my cock tip into him, he hissed and tensed. Using my free hand, I rubbed his back. My cock slid in slowly and he grunted.
“Please tell me you’re almost in.”
“More or less.”
“Brush up on the meaning of gently, next time.”
“Your tense, that’s why it hurts Marco.”
He remained quiet even as I got all the way inside him, and stilled. I waited until I felt him relax around me before I asked him if it was still uncomfortable.
“Not nearly as bad as before.”
“Good, I’m glad. I’m going to move slowly. If it’s too much, let me know.”
Aiming for his prostate with each thrust, Marco slowly became less and less bitchy about the pain, and more and more vocal. Grunts and various other sounds came out of him. He came again with no stimulation from my hands or his. Marco kept clamping down on my cock and it was hard to stay hard and not blow my load in him.
“Marco, simmer down on that. It’s hell on my cock. I’m trying to make this pleasurable for you and you’re milking my cock for what it’s worth.” I hissed. I felt my orgasim building, and I gripped his hips roughly and slammed into him.
I grunted when I came and pulled out once the aftershocks of my orgasm ended. Marco moved on the bed and took the condom off me. Before I could tell him I was fine to clean it up, he wrapped his mouth around my sensitive cock and I hissed, yanking him off with his short hair.
“Sorry. Too much, fuck.”
“Let me get a cloth for us both.”
The sun was coming up, and Marco shook his head.
“Hurry, we need to sleep.”
I wiped my cock and then cleaned Marco, who seemed less amused with my gesture. Neither of us bothered with clothing. We just crawled into the bed and aimed for sleep.
When I woke up a few hours later, Marco was gone, and I realized it was real. Not all dreams. Marco and I had sex. I could hear someone moving around and I figured it was Marco. Pulling all my clothes back on, I made my way out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen.
It wasn’t Marco, though, but rather his boss and Wren in the kitchen. Taking a few steps to go back to the room, he spoke.
“Marco isn’t home. He had to do something for me, but do come join us for breakfast.”
I got the feeling breakfast wasn’t voluntary, and I took a deep breath and headed into the kitchen.
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