Marco took the baby back to his crib, and he was unhappy about it, but Marco returned to the living room not too long after.
“There, he’s back to sleep in his bed, where he can get some more sleep.”
“What if he wakes up?” I spotted the baby monitor in his hand. “I see. That makes sense.”
“Yeah. Let’s go. We both can use a few hours of sleep, too.”
“If I go to sleep now, I’ll mess up my sleep—ah, forget, I can use the rest.” I said, following behind him, all the way back to his bedroom.
He wasted no times getting undressed, and I spotted a few new scraps on him.
“How did you get these?”
“Oh, I trained some newer guys after the meeting. I caught my side on one prop of a fence we use for training.”
“Your ribs are still broken?” I questioned him.
“Yes. They are.”
I crossed my arms in the light from just his closest as he was tossing his clothing into the hamper there.
“Then what in the holy shit are you doing? Are you trying to puncture your lung or—--”
“Shh, Relax, I was ok. Romeao knows I’m still injured and tried to talk me out of training them, but if they are too work under me, I want them trained properly. Or else what can I do with useless henchmen?”
“You could get injured further,” I said, frowning at him. “Please, just take it easy, if you need to do training.”
“Of course, I always am.”
I pulled off my top and sweatpants, crawling into Marco’s bed.
“Not going to object to sleeping in my bed this time?” Marco teased, crawling under the covers beside me.
Scooting closer to him, I ran my fingertips along his chest and leaned down by his ear. “Hardly, I’ve been inside you, Marco.”
“Not so off limits now that you’ve fucked me, huh?” Marco said, as he turned off his closest lights with an app on his phone.
“Your bed and room are a personal space. I don’t enjoy taking over other people’s personal spaces. If I can help it.”
“I’ve invited you into my personal spaces”
“Yes, in more ways than one.” I muttered, and he sighed.
“You pervert.”
“You said it, not I.”
“You thought it, though, and you know it.”
“I might have.” I laughed softly into the dark of the room. My hands, still tracing parts of Marco’s skin. Drifting my fingers around on his skin, I dipped my fingers lower on his stomach and I felt him draw in a breath. His muscles tensed under my fingertips.
“Just what are you up to, Ambrose?” He whispered, his accent mildly wrapping into his words.
“Trying to convince myself we should be sleeping.” I hissed, moving my fingers up from his lower stomach.
He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me tight against him. He had me squished right up against him now, and I couldn’t help myself. I licked his flesh. That was right in front of me.
“Ambrose.”
“Sorry. I couldn’t resist.”
“Go to sleep. We need too, we only have a few hours before the Romeao is going to show up. I don’t know how long after that I’ll be allowed to lounge in bed. He might have work for me.”
“Right, ok.” I tried to roll away, but he wouldn’t let me. Pressed up against his warm skin, I settled down and closed my eyes. His breathing and the sound of his heart beating were oddly relaxing and helped me fall asleep.
I woke up when I felt the bed move. Cracking open an eye, Marco was trying to slip back into the bed.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. You looked like you were having a good sleep.”
“Mm, I was.” I muttered, closing my eyes again, before rolling on my back and stretching out completely. “What time is it?”
“Ten am, Romeao got here at seven. He let himself in and kept Wren amused, and fed him breakfast while we slept.”
“Oh shit, wow. Is he still here?”
“No, he went home once I got up, and oddly, he gave me the day off.”
“Hmm. Where’s Wren?”
“Sleeping again last night took a lot out of him. He needed a nap.”
“I feel that. Come here.” I groaned, trying to pull Marco closer to me, now that he was back in the bed. His cologne was the first thing I picked up on when I laid my head on his t-shirt..
“Everything you own is this scent.”
“Yes.”
“You smell delightful.”
I closed my eyes again for a moment. Marco ran his fingers along my exposed flesh, under the blankets. When he tucked a single finger under the band of my boxers along my hip. I opened my eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Oh, so you are still with me?”
“Hardly.” I hissed.
“That’s an understatement.” He laughed lightly as he cupped my cock. “Something else of yours is hard.”
“Ugh, why. Don’t get me going this early.”
“This isn’t early anymore, Ambrose, and you were so eager to touch me last night. It’s only fair if I show you the same attention.”
“That was last”-His fingers dipped into my boxers and he grabbed my cock- “Night. Fuck”
“It was only a few hours ago,” Marco said, his voice practically talking me out of my pants.
“Let me pee, and when I come back, I’m going to put my hands all over you.”
“I sure hope that’s a promise.”
I rolled out of the bed and hurried to the bathroom. Relieving myself, I darted back to the bed. About to jump on Marco, but stopping at the last minute. Remembering his broken ribs.
“Were you about to jump on me, Ambrose?”
“Yes, actually.”
“How old are you?”
“Old enough to know that if I jumped on you, I might break more of your old man bones.” I snickered.
“Come here. I’ll show you broke old man bones.” He hissed. Crawling back in the bed, under the covers, I looked at Marco.
“What?”
“Cold hand.” I said, before sticking my hand under the band of his boxers against his warm skin. He hissed and yanked my hand out from under his boxers. Clearly not amused with my action.
“I’d say sorry, but I’m not, and honesty is more important.” I laughed.
“Yes. I agree.”
Marco got this look in his eyes and rolled us over. He hovered over me, and I laughed
“This won’t work in your favour, Marco. All you’ve done is give me access to your cock.”
To further my statement, I reached down and cupped his cock.
“If I fall on you—-”
“My hands make you that weak, do they?” I said, teasing him.
I rubbed my hand over his cock a few times, and I watched his arms tense.
“Perhaps we should find a much more comfortable position for you, Marco.”
“Are you teasing me, Ambrose?”
“I might have been at first, but now, I just want to make you tremble under my fingertips.” I said, removing my hand from cupping his cock, and he lowered himself back to the mattress beside me.
Reaching over, I slipped my fingers under his boxer band and took hold of him.
“Ambrose.”
“Hush. I want to help you relieve some of your pent up stress, and a massage is such a good way.”
“What are you getting out of this?” He said, looking conflicted.
“Satisfaction. Knowing that I helped you relax, among other things.” I whispered, leaning over to kiss him. “You should lose these boxers. Give me the range to explore your figure.”
Marco slipped his boxers off when I removed my hand out of his way. He settled back down into the bed, and I touched his stomach, trailing my fingers down his torso, down to his cock. I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him. Marco wasn’t hung like a horse, but he was thick. I was almost jealous of his thickness. Marco was circumcised.
“Ambrose, slow down, or this isn’t going to last very long for either of us.” Marco pleaded with me.
I slowed my pace down to crawl, and Marco gave me a look.
“Too slow and torturous now?” I asked, before pepper kisses on his skin.
“That’s just mean.” He grunted.
I picked up the pace again, and just as I felt his muscles tighten, I took my hand off him.
“No, this is mean.”
Marco threw his arm over his face. Lifting the blanket, I shoved it down, and that got his attention. He moved his arm and watched me as I opened his legs and got between them.
“Ambrose, you don’t need to—”
“Enough, let me treat you.”
I took him into my mouth and he threw his arm back over his face and muttered something in Italian that I didn’t understand. Moving back off of him, I spoke.
“Look at me Marco.”
He moved his arm and cast his eyes downward, lifting his head slightly.
“You will be the death of me.” He muttered, as I took him back into my mouth and set to make the man come undone.
I pulled back off Marco, stroking him at a faster but even pace and he hissed. Ropes of his cum hit me before I could fully understand why he was tensing up. I clicked my tongue and Marco looked at me, while his cum was dripping down my face.
“My bad.”
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