Mark gasped. If this hadn’t been a dream, he’d broken the unspoken rule. “I’m sorry?”
Caster lifted his head, the smirk on his lips further confirmation that this wasn’t a dream. “Is that a question?”
Mark shook his head. The words were there, but he was once again having a hard time connecting his thoughts with his vocal cords, with Caster looking at him like that.
Caster waited, the smirk growing into a smile.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just…”
Caster’s lips, the insistent push of his tongue into his mouth, erased his need to be forgiven. Mark released the fear, the hope, and all grief into the imposing kiss. The impressive command of Caster’s dominant display erased all resistance. This is what everything meant to him. He would never want anything else.
Caster’s lips moved to his neck, and he moaned his acceptance, doing his best to give him as much room as he needed.
“Please…” The broken whisper ended in a keening cry when Caster’s hand replaced his lips, wrapping around his neck.
His fingers flexed, but he didn’t squeeze, the challenge in his eyes unyielding. He rolled his hips, and Mark was assailed by the sensation of his cock still buried inside him. His own came to life, the longer Caster held his gaze.
His cock dragged along the walls of his slick hole as Caster drew his hips back, and Mark resisted the urge to close his eyes. Caster smiled and slammed back in, tearing his breath from his chest. Still, Mark wouldn’t give in to the unbearable need to close his eyes and enjoy the moment. Doing so would be a bigmistake.
“Yes, it would be. I want to see you.” He pulled out again, almost all the way, and the resounding smack of him pushing back in with unrestrained force joined Mark’s moan echoing through the room. “Let me show you this isn’t a dream.”
The hand around his neck tightened a fraction, and then it was gone, disappearing between them to snake its way to the point of their connection. Caster lifted his upper body off Mark, maintaining eye contact as he maneuvered his hand past Mark’s aching cock to his stretched hole.
A finger circled the entrance. “Can you take more?”
Mark’s nod was automatic as he did his best to bear down on the finger pushing in.
The pressure stole his breath, but he still held his gaze. The fullness grew into a dull ache, one he welcomed, even craved. His body adjusted in a few seconds, but Caster didn’t move.
“Feel that?” Caster’s voice drew him from the sensations ripping his body apart.
He nodded.
“Does it feel like me?”
His whispered yes was lost in a barrage of moans and pleas that matched the rhythm of Caster’s slow thrusts. They were subdued, none of the urgency of a few minutes before, but their effect would never be different. He’d never felt this way, not with anyone else, and he hated that he’d wasted so much time fighting it.
“No more fighting.” Caster’s commentary colored his hard,sharp breaths, the speed and intensity of his thrusts growing. “You are mine. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, Caster.” His acceptance was complete, his love and trust total.
The pressure eased, and Caster’s lips, the weight of his body on top of his, returned, the quickening of his thrusts a signal he was done talking. Mark closed his eyes with the first pass of his tongue, its stroke in perfect rhythm with the thrust of his hips. He let go of all fear, all thought, and cleared a path for Caster’s dominance like he never had before.
Caster’s groan filled his mouth, traveled to his heart, and exploded in a mess of sensation he couldn’t name, but still, he held on tighter, unwilling to let him go.
I’ll never stop, my love.
The intimacy of the telepathic communication increased the intensity of the battle to hold on. He couldn’t break that rule twice. Caster wouldn’t like that. But he was so close, he feared he wouldn’t hold on for much longer.
Don’t hold back. Come for me. Let me feel you.
His permission felt almost as good as the orgasm he could do nothing to stop. He ripped his mouth away from Caster’s unrelenting kiss and allowed himself to drift into the space that called to him every time they were unrestrained in their pursuit of pleasure.
Caster’s body tightened on top of him, their shared breaths a distant roar as he too, allowed their shared love to draw him to that place only their hearts, their love knew.
Tiny gasps of breath drew him back from the depths of hisorgasm to find a sated smile on Caster’s lips. They were still connected, and he found he wanted to stay that way for as long as they could.
A determination, a promise of forever colored Caster’s warm smile. “I’m not going anywhere.”