Mark bit into his lower lip and shook his head. “I only wear it when I go to places like this. I haven’t…”
Caster released the collar, vowing to replace it, even as he recognized he had no such right. He placed a thumb on Mark’s lower lip, the warm moisture there making his mouth water. Mark’s body swayed into his, and he placed his other hand on his lower back, pulling him closer. His arousal was unmistakable, though he doubted Mark’s desire could match his.
A low moan that tore at his resolve to control this encounter filled the room as he took Mark’s hand. It was clear he enjoyed being touched. Caster smiled, guiding Mark’s strong fingers to his cock. The sensation the simple touch aroused begged him to close his eyes and enjoy, but he drew on all his strength to maintain eye contact and limit his smile to a simple flutter of his lips. There was no reason to show him how much power he had. Not when this was likely a one-time event.
“You feel that?” He pushed Mark’s hand further against his erection and thrust into it.
Another moan, a shallow breath, and Mark nodded, his eyes fluttering closed.
“Open your eyes.” Caster wasn’t about to let him hide. If this was going to happen, it would happen with full awareness from both parties. “You did that.”
Effortless obedience tore a further piece of his resolve away.The moan Mark didn’t try to contain, and the way his hand strained to keep from moving took away a larger piece.
“It’s been this” —he moved Mark’s hand along the length of his erection—“or some variation of this for days.” He pulled him even closer so every inch of their bodies touched, Mark’s hand trapped between them. “You will fix that, and then we will talk, yes?”
Mark nodded, his shallow breaths warming Caster’s face.
“On your knees.”
The last word was barely out of his mouth before Mark lowered his big body to the ground with impeccable grace. Caster contained the moan threatening to take all his control from him at the surrender Mark displayed. It was magical, too beautiful for words, and unlike any other submissive he’d ever seen.
He stroked his cock through his slacks, needing a bit of relief. Mark stared at him, following his movements with unrestrained eagerness. Unable to wait any longer, he unzipped his pants, the action taking more seconds than he was comfortable with. Mark leaned forward as soon as his cock was free, and Caster lost the battle to hold back.
As soon as Mark’s lips closed around the tip, he knew this would be a short encounter. His need for control had him gripping the base of Mark’s skull tighter than he’d intended. But Mark didn’t shrink from the challenge; he moaned through it, his head moving in a glorious rhythm that promised endless pleasure.
Caster threw his head back, the warmth of Mark’s mouth, the perfect suction, and the glorious rhythm ratcheting up thepressure, making it almost impossible to keep his orgasm at bay. His hand on Mark’s hair tightened further, and although it may have been painful, Mark moaned and kept sucking.
“I need to fuck your…” Caster was unsure he’d even said the words, but Mark’s open eyes gazing at him as his cock stretched his lips to impossible proportions told him otherwise.
Mark granted his incomplete request by relaxing his jaw. Caster took the silent invitation in stride, pushing his hips forward, sending his cock further down Mark’s throat. The resounding muffled moan had him gripping his head tighter, the pace of his thrusts increasing.
The need to give in to the niggling desire to tumble over the edge was in constant battle with the need to feel a little more. Mark’s latest moan reverberated through him, and he couldn’t hold on any longer. His low moan preceded the evidence of his pleasure coating Mark’s mouth, as he swallowed around his cock, drawing out his pleasure. Control, whatever was left of it, dissolved into his shaking body, the force of his release making him bow forward, sending him further down Mark’s throat. An unmistakable choking sound reached his pleasure-addled brain, and he regained control.
His hand on Mark’s head relaxed, and he pulled out of his mouth, keeping his actions slow. Tears rolled down Mark’s cheeks, and he surprised himself by wiping them away. Brown eyes popped open, staring at him, as surprised as he was.
“Are you OK?” The question was out of his mouth before he could tamp down on it.
Mark blinked at him, the indisputable haze of pleasure coating his eyes dissipating. “Can I please ask something ofyou?” His whisper was low, his voice hoarse.
“Anything.”
“Please don’t ask me that.”
Caster nodded and stepped away from him. He walked further into the room, fastening his pants and shrugging off his jacket as he went. Mark was right. Whatever was going on with him should have little bearing on this. His current goal was to give Mark what he’d come looking for. The thought that he didn’t want anyone else doing that caused him to stumble. He sat on the bed, took a deep breath, and resolved to keep the tiny realization away from his awareness. Mark was not ready for anything more. He wasn’t sure he wanted anything more either. He’d never wanted that with anyone. So, why was the idea of Mark with anyone else so revolting?
The taste of Caster in his mouth was the prime point of focus for his addled senses as he awaited further instruction. Still on his knees, facing away from wherever Caster had gone, Mark took a deep breath. His need to come was too great, but even greater was the prayer that he hadn’t derailed whatever plans Caster had for him.
He wanted this. Hadn’t wanted anything with such intensity in a long time, but his pain, his guilt, and the revulsion still roiling around in his belly had prompted him to say that. He didn’t want Caster’s pity. Why it was easier to handle it from anyone other than him was a subject best pushed back, further away from this moment. He needed pain. Pain that led tounimaginable pleasure. His eyes drifted shut in rhythm with the exhale of his latest breath, and Mark prayed he hadn’t fucked this up.
“Come here.”
Caster’s command startled him mid-breath, but his body was already obeying.
Caster patted the space next to him. He looked so relaxed lying on top of the covers, braced against the pillows he’d arranged on the headboard. He’d taken off his suit jacket, the delicious way his white shirt molded to his pronounced muscles drawing envy to dominate Mark’s tangled emotions.
Mark’s awkward movements did nothing to deter his desire to be close to Caster. His erection throbbed in its confines as he accepted the invitation, careful not to touch him, though still unable to relax.
Caster reached for his arm, pulling him closer, and put an arm around him, encouraging him to lay his head on his shoulder. Every bit of tension drained away from his muscles as he found the elusive relaxation in the embrace.