Ethan leaned in and quickly kissed him. “Don’t worry. You will. Now hold out your hand.” When Marcus did as instructed, he squirted some lube on his fingers and then on his own before tossing the bottle aside. “Put that on your dick and watch me.”
He never thought of himself as an exhibitionist, but there was something thrilling about how Marcus’s eyes widened at his words. He wrapped his lube-covered fingers around his hard dick and moaned. Ethan could still feel Marcus’s eyes on him as he turned to face the wall while balanced on his knees. He grabbed the edge of the wooden headboard with his clean hand and reached behind himself with the other. He slowly circled his hole a couple of times before plunging a finger inside. The burn was sharp, but it had been a damn long time since he’d last had sex.
The sensation faded quickly as he continued to move his finger in and out of his body. He ached for Marcus, to feel him pushing inside, his larger body covering him, pressing him into the mattress. Pressing in another finger, Ethan moaned, stretching himself. Behind him he could hear the slick shuffle of Marcus’s hand on his dick. He looked back and smiled, loving how Marcus’s entire focus was on him. Marcus released his dick and grabbed Ethan’s ass cheeks, spreading Ethan wide so that Marcus could see everything.
“Fuck, Ethan,” he breathed.
Ethan tightened the hand holding him upright and closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the moment. Marcus released one cheek and a moment later, he felt a finger pressing against his own. He moaned loudly at the wonderful stretch. He removed his fingers, allowing Marcus time to grow comfortable touching him.
“Ethan,” Marcus said, but he barely recognized his name around the growl.
“Oh God, Marcus! Now! I need you now!”
Marcus removed his fingers and the bed shifted under him as the man moved into position. The head of his cock brushed his hole, and Ethan fought the urge to push backward onto his cock, impaling himself. He needed to be patient. This was Marcus’s first time. He wanted it to be perfect, but he was also sweating and trembling, desperate to finally come.
Pushing forward, the blunt tip squeezed past tight muscles and Ethan slowly exhaled, willing his body to relax. Marcus swore under his breath and paused for a moment.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. Please don’t stop,” Ethan panted. “More. Keep moving.”
Marcus pulled back a little and then thrust farther inside. It was like he was teasing him.
“Marcus!” Ethan cried out, and Marcus thrust home. It felt like the air had been sucked from his lungs. He was so damn full. It was as if Marcus had poured himself inside of Ethan, filling in all the empty places that he’d suffered with over the years. Marcus wrapped an arm across his chest and grabbed the opposite shoulder, locking their bodies together.
Lowering his head, Marcus placed his face against Ethan’s ear. “You are mine now,” he snarled. “Your blood runs in my veins. My cock is in your ass and I’m going to fill you with my cum. No one else can touch you. No one can have you.”
“Yes,” Ethan said, loving the feel of the little thrusts that kept him balancing so perfectly on the edge of his orgasm. Marcus was wrapped all around him, in him, consuming him. He never wanted this feeling to end. It was like there was no Marcus without Ethan and there was no Ethan without Marcus.
“Do you belong to me?” Marcus demanded. His harsh, dictatorial tone was punching every one of Ethan’s fucking buttons so that he was stretched to the absolute limit of his control.
“Yes.”
“For how long?”
“As long as you want me.”
“For how long?” Marcus repeated and Ethan’s brain stumbled. That wasn’t the answer Marcus wanted, but everything felt so good. It was so hard to think. He didn’t want to think. So he said the first thing that came to mind.
“Forever. I want to be with you forever.”
“Forever,” Marcus repeated as his free hand closed around Ethan’s dick. Ethan cried out as lightning-hot bliss ricocheted through his body. Marcus pounded into Ethan while stroking him. All thought was zapped out as his orgasm exploded across nerve endings. He shouted, his throat becoming raw as he came all over Marcus’s hand and pillows.
An answering shout came from Marcus a moment later as warmth flooded Ethan’s tight channel. He whimpered, his balls attempting to draw up again at the thought that Marcus’s cum was now filling him.
Sweaty and panting, they remained on their knees, their bodies still joined. He didn’t want reality and the rest of the world to intrude. Didn’t want Marcus to ever stop holding him. But he knew he had to. It felt like everything would be harder now without having Marcus touching him.