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Mark has embarrassed himself many, many times before in his life. It’s sort of a buy one get one free deal, when your name is Mark Lee and you lack anything resembling a brain to mouth filter. He doesn’t have anywhere near enough fingers to count the number of times he’s put himself in compromising situations because he doesn’t think before he speaks (or acts), but this time he’s well and truly outdone himself.
Here’s how it goes – Mark has to leave his apartment for a few days. He hasn’t seen his parents in months, and he’s starting to miss his mother’s nagging. So he packs a week’s worth of clothes and hops on a plane from Chicago to Vancouver, and gets a little teary-eyed when his mom meets him at the airport and hugs him extra tight through the thick padded coats they’re both wearing. Seeing his parents is nice, having someone to cook for him is even nicer, and being in Vancouver is relaxing, if a little strange after all this time. He likes Chicago, likes living there, but he thinks he left a little piece of himself behind when he moved. Overall, it’s nice to be home.
His peace and quiet don’t last long – it’s not surprising, just the way Mark’s life is, really, but Mark still lets himself be a little annoyed when his phone rings at seven in the morning on a Sunday. The screen flashes an unknown number, and he almost doesn’t pick up, but thinks the better of it.
“Hello?” he mumbles into the receiver, rubbing crusts of sleep out of his eyes with his free hand.
“Hello?” an unfamiliar voice crackles from the other end, “Are you Mark Lee from apartment 203?”
Sitting up in bed, Mark acquiesces, face scrunching up into a frown. “I own apartment 103, directly beneath yours, and I’m afraid there’s been flooding in my apartment? The water’s coming from the ceiling, so I think there might be a leak in your apartment. Would it be okay for me to call a plumber to come check it out?”
“Um… Yeah, the thing is I’m not in Chicago right now? I'm away for the week and I won’t be back for another five days. But my landlord has the keys, and he lives in Chicago, so would it be okay for him to come over instead?”
“Sure, no problem,” says the man on the other end of the line, and Mark exhales a sigh of relief. He really wasn’t looking forward to having to get an emergency flight back to Chicago.
“Alright, I’ll call him to let him know what’s going on and leave him your number, would that be okay?”
“Yes, of course,” the man answers.
“Um, okay, I’ll do that now then. Good luck with everything,” Mark says before hanging up in a hurry, already cringing at himself. Good luck? He couldn’t come up with anything better?
Sighing, he rolls out of bed and shuffles to the kitchen to eat before he calls his landlord. It might still be a little early to call him. It’s seven here in Vancouver, which means it’s nine in Chicago, but it’s a Sunday and Mr. Suh is relatively young – Mark doesn’t know how old he is exactly, but he can’t be much older than Mark, and he’s certainly young enough that he probably still sleeps in on Sundays.
So Mark whips up a batch of blueberry pancakes, kisses his mother on the cheek when she joins him in the kitchen, roused by the scent of pancake batter, and tries not to think about the state of destruction his apartment might be in as he shovels forkfuls of pancakes and syrup into his mouth.
When his mom leaves the kitchen, he pulls his phone out to check the time. It’s past eight by now, so Mr. Suh should probably be awake, and if he isn’t he’ll just have to make do, because Mark isn’t waiting any longer, not when he’s already feeling kind of anxious about this whole situation.
Mr. Suh picks up on the second ring, muttering a soft Hello into the receiver in a deep voice, still slightly hoarse from sleep. A pleased little shiver runs down Mark’s spine under the thin material of his sleep shirt. Mark has only met Mr. Suh once, when he’d signed the lease for the apartment, but he remembers the man’s physique as if he’d met him only yesterday. Tall, with smooth bronzed skin wrapped around lean, defined muscles, a permanent smirk on his face and a sparkle in his eyes like he knows something you don’t – Mark, as a gay, single and perpetually horny young man, can’t be blamed for allowing himself a moment to thirst.
“M-Mr. Suh?” he stutters back, still reeling from the way Mr. Suh’s sleep-roughened voice had felt like warm honey in his veins.
“Oh, yes, Mark? Can I help you?” Mr. Suh says, sounding a little more alert, and Mark relaxes slightly.
“Yeah, um… The guy from apartment 103 called this morning saying there’s flooding in his apartment that seems to be coming from mine? And, um, I’m not in Chicago right now so I can’t unlock the apartment, so we can check… Would you be okay to just unlock the door so the plumber can have a look? If you’re in Chicago right now, of course… Otherwise I’ll have to catch a flight back but I’m not sure how long that’ll take me… But if it’s okay with you I’ll just forward you the guy’s number! So you can set something up! I’m really sorry to bother you with this but I don’t know-”
“Mark! Mark,” Mr. Suh interrupts him with a laugh. “It’s fine! I understand. Go ahead and send me the guy’s number so we can sort something out. You’re not bothering me at all, this is the kind of problem I’m here to deal with! I told you when you moved in to let me know if there’s anything you need help with and I meant it. So don’t worry about this plumbing issue – hopefully it’ll all be dealt with by the time you get back, okay?”
“Okay, Mr. Suh,” Mark breathes, feeling a little lightheaded with the force of his relief. “Thank you so much.”
“It’s really nothing, Mark. Oh, and call me Johnny! I can’t be that much older than you…”
“Um… I’m 22,” Mark says, even though Johnny hadn’t really asked.
“Well, I’m 29. Like I said, not that much older. No need to call me Mister. Now, send me that guy’s number, and I’ll leave you in peace.”
“Okay, Johnny,” Mark murmurs, blushing hotly against the glass of his phone screen, and hangs up before he can do or say anything even more embarrassing. He takes a deep breath, then quickly texts Johnny his neighbor’s number before setting his phone down on the bed. Frowning, he takes a second to think about what state he’d left his apartment in – definitely clean enough, with maybe a few hoodies balled up at the bottom of his bed and some haphazard stacks of loose paper on his desk, but overall not too bad. Everything… private, that he wouldn’t want Johnny to see, has been put away as far as he remembers. So when Johnny texts him a few hours later telling him he’s at Mark’s apartment and the plumber is taking a look, he doesn’t think twice about it, and just hopes everything will be solved by the time he gets back to Chicago.
Johnny calls him again that evening, and Mark picks up on the first ring. “Hey, Johnny?” he answers, a little breathless, and he hopes Johnny can’t hear it through the phone.
“Hey, Mark! Good news! The leak wasn’t coming from your apartment in the end, it was the one above. I checked your apartment for water damage as thoroughly as possible and I didn’t see anything, but I’m worried I might have missed something. I was wondering if we could meet up when you get back to fill out the insurance papers just in case there’s any damage?”
“Oh, sure!” Mark exclaims, and they agree to meet at Mark’s apartment the day after he gets back from Vancouver.
“Alright, Mark,” Johnny says, voice dropping in pitch almost imperceptibly – “I look forward to seeing you then.” And there’s something about his words, about the sticky sweet, burnt sugar tone of his voice, that sends pleasurable little shivers down Mark’s spine like tiny sparks of electricity.
He tosses his phone on the bed and tries to distract himself by playing solitaire for twenty minutes until he caves and jerks off. It’s shameful and filthy and he’s blushing bright red the whole time, the sour taste of guilt flooding his mouth as the pleasure-pain of his dry palm against his cockhead overwhelms him. When he comes it’s with Johnny name on his lips and a finger teasing his hole, and his orgasm is so intense he gets a cramp in one of his legs. All in all, it’s an experience he’d rather forget.
-
Friday morning finds him at the airport bright and early, hugging his mother goodbye and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Spending a week at his parents’ house was exactly as relaxing as he had hoped it would be, and he’s feeling good about heading back to Chicago and going back to work. He sleeps a couple more hours on the plane, and when he lands at O’Hare he’s feeling more well-rested than he has in months. The cab ride from the airport to his apartment is thankfully a short one, and he looks forward to washing off the airplane grime in the shower for the whole duration of it. He texts Johnny while the cab is stuck in traffic, telling him to come over tomorrow morning when he’s settled back in. The city somehow looks less grim than usual as he watches the buildings through the window, more proof that his little holiday did him a world of good. Still, he heaves a big sigh of relief when he finally unlocks the door to his studio apartment and drops his bags on the floor in the entryway. It’s good to be home.
Looking around, he notices his apartment seems even tidier than it was when he left. The hoodies at the foot of his bed are folded neatly and the books he had left on his desk are instead stacked on the bookshelf above it. But the closet door is ajar, and Mark distinctly remembers closing it – he’s slightly obsessive about things like that. Johnny must have opened it to check for water damage, he tells himself. After all, the closet is built into the wall where the pipes run, and really, it’s quite considerate of Johnny to have checked, because Mark certainly wouldn’t have wanted to come home to waterlogged clothes, and he doesn’t remember- shit. Actually, he does remember. He remembers shoving his plug onto one of the shelves in that closet after cleaning it the night before he left, because he didn’t want to leave it out on his bed or his desk. Crossing his fingers, he gingerly pushes the closet door further open, and- yeah. This is really, really bad.
Sitting in plain view, right on top of a pile of neatly haphazardly folded t-shirts, is Mark’s favorite plug. And that, in itself, isn’t that bad – it’s the 21st century and Mark is simply one among many adult men who have discovered the joys of prostate stimulation. The problem is, the problem is – it’s a tail plug. Yes, Mark’s favorite plug has a fluffy black cat tail attached to it. He can feel heat flaming in his cheeks as he stands there, rooted to the spot, staring at the sex toy that’s about to be responsible for his untimely death.
There is no way he’s going to survive the utter humiliation of this. The moment Johnny walks through the door tomorrow he’s going to spontaneously combust. His fucking landlord knows he has a pet play kink. Hell, he probably thinks he’s a furry or something. This is the lowest point of his life. It can’t possibly get any worse than this.
He sits on his bed and flops back, throwing an arm across his face. He’s going to have to face Johnny tomorrow – he has no choice. He’s already told him to come over, and it would look weird if he canceled now. Plus, he really does need to get the insurance sorted in case the apartment gets damaged. He definitely can’t afford to pay to get anything fixed.
Sighing, he gets up to put the plug away in its proper place – in a box under his bed, completely hidden, with his other sex toys, including the matching kitty ears. He’s never actually used them before – they came with the plug, and although he’s thought about wearing them along with it he’s never quite mustered up the courage to do so. He’s very glad about that now, though. If Johnny had seen the ears as well as the plug he would probably have died on the spot.
Still, there’s nothing he can do now, he tells himself. Johnny probably won’t be weird about it – he seems like a chill guy, and besides, it would be weird for both of them if he said anything. Yes, Johnny won’t mention it, Mark will be extremely awkward the whole time they sort out the insurance, and he’ll move out as soon as his lease is up and spend the rest of his life thinking about this at the most inopportune moments and going bright red. Sounds like a plan. That’s what he goes to bed telling himself, at least, but he still falls asleep with his stomach tied up in knots from anxiety.
He wakes up bright and early the next morning, and for a few blessed moments before his brain wakes up completely he forgets about the events of the day before. It takes him a few seconds to remember, and when he does he sits up ramrod straight in his bed and feels the embarrassment wash over him anew. Fuck. Despite all the reassurances he fed himself last night, he’s not sure he can face Johnny. He spends at least twenty minutes staring down at his phone, debating whether he should just cancel. The rational side of his brain wins out eventually, and he drags himself out of bed and gets ready.
In an effort to project a good impression and hopefully make Johnny forget about his strange sexual preferences, Mark dresses up nicely in his best jeans and a nice, crisp white button-down. He styles his hair neatly and forgoes his contacts in favor of his black-rimmed glasses. His stomach still doesn’t feel settled, so he skips breakfast and curls up in bed with a book in an effort to distract himself as he waits for Johnny to arrive.
The knock on the door comes at around eleven. Surprisingly, Mark did manage to immerse himself in the book, and he jerks in surprise as the sound startles him away from the story. He takes a deep breath to ground himself and smooths his hands over his shirt before he heads over to the door to open it.
“Hey, Mark!” Johnny greets him with a wide smile, eyes crinkling. Mark relaxes a little.
“Hi, Johnny,” he replies, stepping aside to let him in. Johnny is dressed casually in light jeans and a cozy-looking green sweater. Mark kind of wants to cuddle him.
“So I spoke to the insurance company,” Johnny says, putting his battered leather briefcase down on Mark’s desk, “and I was able to sort everything out just in case there’s any damage in the future. I just have a couple of documents I need you to sign.”
“Of course!” Mark fumbles for a pen as Johnny pulls the papers out and lays them out on the desk. He takes a moment to feel grateful that Johnny isn’t making things weird before he leans over to sign his name at the bottom of the pages. Johnny hovers close to him as he does it, so close that Mark can feel his body heat through the layers of clothing separating them, so close he has to suppress a shiver and bite down on his tongue to control his breathing. He can feel the heat rising in his cheeks, but it’s an unusually warm day in Chicago today, so if Johnny mentions it he can just blame it on the weather.
Everything is going fine – way better than expected, in fact – until Mark stands back up and turns around, ready to hand the documents back to Johnny, and bumps straight into the older man’s broad chest.
“Oh, I’m s-so sorry!” he stammers, clutching the papers to his own chest as Johnny reaches out to steady him. Mark bites down on his bottom lip at the heat and pressure of Johnny’s big palm against his arm, and watches in real time as the other man’s eyes darken and his pupils dilate. Time seems to stop for a moment as they both stay frozen in the same position. Mark is almost afraid to breathe, suddenly hyperaware of everything around him, from the sharp edge of the desk digging into his lower back to the stray strand of hair hanging in Johnny’s eyes. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Johnny lets go of his arm and pulls the papers out of his arms.
Mark’s brain reboots, and he opens his mouth, no doubt to spill out a series of rambling apologies that make little to no sense, but Johnny interrupts him.
“Mark,” he says, and Mark makes a little questioning noise in the back of his throat, looking up at Johnny with wide eyes. Johnny opens his mouth to continue, stops, hesitates, tries again-
“I… I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he starts, and oh no, Mark really doesn’t like where this is going, “so tell me if at any point you want me to leave. But I saw something when I was here last that me think we might have… um… somewhat compatible tastes? And, I’ll be honest with you – I think you’re gorgeous and I really, really want to kiss you right now, so, um… would you be interested in that?”
Mark is left speechless. Of all the ways he expected today to go, this was definitely dead last on his list. Johnny is still looking at him, eyes wide and expectant, and Mark’s brain shuts down completely. Johnny is interested in him? Johnny finds him attractive, and wants to kiss him, despite the fact that Mark is shy and awkward and has strange kinks? It all seems too good to be true.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” Johnny is the one to break the silence between them, visibly deflating as Mark fails to answer. “I guess I misread this? I’m really, really sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I swear I can be professional, um, I’ll just leave now I guess-“
“Wait, wait!” Mark interrupts, finally regaining control over his vocal cords. “Don’t leave, please don’t leave, I’m sorry I just get so nervous around you and, uh, I think you’re really hot too, wait, no, I think you’re really gorgeous, and I would be really interested in kissing you if that’s really something you want.”
There’s a beat of silence, and then – Johnny starts laughing, a deep, throaty chuckle that Mark would probably find sexy if it wasn’t directed at him, and he feels so embarrassed all of a sudden, so stupid to have thought that Johnny was actually serious, and there’s tears welling up in eyes, but then Johnny is putting the documents down on the desk behind Mark and wrapping his hands around his waist and- oh. Oh.
Johnny is kissing him. It’s warm and soft and Mark just melts into it, arms wrapping around Johnny’s shoulders, sighing against his lips. He’s tall enough that Mark has to stand on his tip-toes to be able to kiss him properly, Johnny’s hands around his waist keeping him steady, and he can’t help thinking about those big hands on his slim waist and how they probably wrap most of the way around it. Everything about Johnny is unfairly hot.
When they break the kiss a few moments later, Johnny’s lips are slick and red, and Mark feels his knees grow weak. He lets out a whimper – a breathy, quiet little sound, but the apartment is so quiet that the sound echoes in the space around them – and Johnny groans in response, leaning down to press his forehead against Mark’s.
“Fuck,” he breathes into the space between them. “Mark, you’re so fucking sexy, you have no idea what you do to me”.
“If it’s anything like what you do to me, I think I might have an idea,” Mark whispers back, and suddenly Johnny’s mouth is back on his and his big, warm hands are under Mark’s thighs, lifting him up. Mark squeaks a little into the kiss and automatically wraps his legs around Johnny’s waist and his arms around his neck, hanging on tight as Johnny walks him over to the bed. He lands with a rather undignified little whimper when Johnny drops him onto the mattress. The older man towers over him like this, and it makes Mark’s cock twitch within the confines of his nice jeans.
“So, baby,” Johnny starts, raising one elegant eyebrow, “don’t you wanna get your toys out?”
Mark blushes so hard he thinks he might spontaneously combust. “Um… are you sure you’re interested in that?” he asks, chewing on his bottom lip.
“Would I be asking if I wasn’t?”
Well, alright then. Mark shifts to reach underneath his bed, pulling his toy box out. But Johnny doesn’t move back to give him more room to move, so when he lifts himself back up and sets the box on the bed he ends up with an eyeful of Johnny’s very, very prominent bulge. He hears a quiet laugh from above, and briefly wonders if he’s drooling, before deciding that he’s embarrassed himself in front of Johnny enough times to not worry about salivating over a truly magnificent dick.
He stares, hypnotized, as Johnny slowly unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his jeans and pulls down his fly, revealing a tantalizing triangle of soft grey cotton. Johnny reaches down to palm himself through his boxers, and Mark thinks he might be moaning but he can’t really hear through the blood rushing in his ears.
“Johnny,” he breathes, “please let me suck you off.” For once, he hopes he sounds as desperate as he feels, because he really needs Johnny to know that if he doesn’t let him suck him off he might actually die. But Johnny just combs his fingers through Mark’s hair with a soft smile. “Later, baby,” he says, and then he sticks his fingers into Mark’s mouth so he can’t start whining and Mark’s brain short-circuits.
“First,” he continues, pushing his fingers so far down Mark’s throat that he almost gags around them, leaving him with no choice but to swallow and suck, “I want you to put that plug in. Then, if you can be a good kitten for me, I’ll let you have my cock.”
Mark moans loudly around Johnny’s fingers, sucking desperately and looking up at him with wide, glassy eyes. He whines when Johnny gently pulls his hand away, but he’s far gone enough by now that he quickly forgets about it, letting Johnny manhandle him across the bed until he’s propped up against the headboard with his legs spread wide.
“Take your clothes off,” Johnny orders, sitting on the bed to rifle through the toy box. Mark immediately complies, unbuttoning his shirt as fast he can and sliding his jeans and boxers down his hips. He keeps the unbuttoned shirt on, hanging off his shoulders, because he knows how good the crisp white looks against his skin, accentuating his collarbones and his waist. When Johnny turns back towards him with the plug and a half-empty bottle of lube in his hands, Mark is almost fully naked, laying back against the pillows with nothing but the shirt hanging around his elbows and artfully covering his crotch.
He blushes as Johnny reaches over to move the fabric out of the way and stroke his cock with a firm grip a few times, thumbing at the precum that escapes from the slit.
“I thought I told you to get naked,” Johnny murmurs, reaching down to pet the insides of Mark’s thighs.
“I-I wanted to look pretty for you,” Mark gasps, pushing his hips forward into Johnny’s grip.
“You do, kitten,” Johnny murmurs, pulling his hand away to spread lube over his fingers before he leans back in and slots his lips against Mark’s. The kiss starts off slow and gentle as Johnny traces feather-light circles over Mark’s hole, but quickly turns hot, forceful and needy when he starts pushing the first finger in. Mark’s mouth drops open when he moans, allowing Johnny to slip his tongue into his mouth and gently bite down on his bottom lip as he pushes his finger in all the way to the knuckle. Mark clenches around it, tight and hot like a furnace around the digit, and Johnny groans at the feeling.
“You’re gonna feel amazing around my cock, kitten,” he murmurs into Mark’s ear, hot breath against the shell, and Mark shudders and clenches again. Johnny helps him relax with soft kisses all over his face and chest until he can slide another finger in alongside the first one. Mark whines and squirms at the stretch but takes it anyway, hands coming up to grapple helplessly at Johnny’s shoulders.
“F-feels so good!” he gasps, throwing his head back against the pillow.
“I’m glad to hear that,” Johnny whispers, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the column of his throat. Soon enough he’s three fingers deep inside Mark’s lithe body, circling his prostate teasingly as he begs for more.
“Alright, kitten,” he says, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the sheets before kneeling up and reaching for the toy box. He pulls out the plug and, to Mark’s horror, the cat ears, as well as a little egg-shaped vibrator Mark had forgotten he owned.
“Roll over, baby,” Johnny continues, wrapping a hand around Mark’s ankle and tugging him further down the bed so he can position himself on his hands and knees. “Pretty,” he hums, pushing his thumb into Mark’s hole up to the first knuckle – a teasing pressure, large enough to feel but not to give him any sort of pleasure.
“Put it in!” Mark hisses, arching his hips back in an attempt to get Johnny’s thumb to sink deeper inside him. Instead, Johnny laughs and pulls his hand away, landing a harsh slap across Mark’s ass just a moment later.
“Fuck!” Mark yelps, cock twitching between his spread thighs. The pain is sharp and stinging, like a bunch of little needles pressing into his sensitive skin, but at the same time it feels so inexplicably good.
“You’ve got a dirty mouth on you, kitten,” Johnny says, running a soothing palm across the red handprint on Mark’s soft skin. “Be good, or I’ll have to gag you, and neither of us want that, do we?”
Mark shakes his head, legs trembling slightly from the force of his arousal. “Words, please,” Johnny adds, landing a light, warning slap on the outer edge of Mark’s thigh.
“No, no Johnny, I don’t want that!” Mark gasps out as fast as possible. He lets himself relax slightly once Johnny lets out a satisfied hum, but still makes a conscious effort to keep himself nice and still as he listens to the sounds of Johnny lubing up the plug behind him. When the cold silicone touches the sensitive skin of his rim he has to clench all the muscles in his body to keep himself from shying away, and Johnny runs a reassuring hand down his back as he waits for him to relax.
“Sorry, kitten,” he murmurs. “I should have warmed it up first.”
“It’s okay,” Mark replies. “I was just surprised.”
He forgets how to speak after that, because Johnny is pushing the plug into him and suddenly he’s so full it feels like there’s not enough room in his lungs for air. He never really struggles to take the plug when he’s using it alone, but Johnny’s presence and touch are making him so much more sensitive than he’s ever been before, and the slightest shift of the toy inside him make his arms threaten to give out. Finally, Johnny pushes the toy in all the way to the base, and Mark tries to relax a little, folding his arms so that his chin is resting on his crossed forearms, ass high and back arched. He assumes Johnny’s going to move on to something else now that the plug is comfortably settled in his ass, but apparently he’s assuming wrong. Johnny starts petting the soft fur of the tail, tugging every so often so that the heavy silicone inside Mark puts pressure on his rim, forcing choked moans out of his throat.
“Johnny!” he gasps, reaching back for – he doesn’t even know what. For emotional support? Johnny grabs his hand and presses a soft kiss against the palm, but the sweet torture he’s inflicting on Mark’s ass doesn’t let up for a second. He twists the plug around so it presses perfectly against Mark’s prostate until he’s drooling into the sheets, then tugs it out until the widest part is stretching Mark’s rim almost to the point of pain, letting go of his hand and wrapping his free arm around his hips to limit his movements.
“Please, please,” he pants against his pillow, not even sure what he’s begging for.
“Alright then,” Johnny chuckles, pushing the plug in as deep as it’ll go one last time before grabbing Mark’s shoulders and pulling him upright until he’s sitting on his ankles, back flush against Johnny’s chest. He tilts his head back against Johnny’s shoulder, breathing hard, trying to calm himself, but Johnny doesn’t give him a chance to. He grabs the cat ears from where they’d been discarded on the bed and perches them carefully on Mark’s head, the black contrasting nicely with the light, honeyed brown of his mussed hair. Next, he reaches for the little egg-shaped vibrator and attaches it to the head of Mark’s cock with the soft elastic band it came with.
“This came with a remote, right?” he asks as he makes sure the little toy is settled snugly against Mark’s most sensitive parts.
“Um, y-yeah,” Mark stutters, leaning over to shuffle through the contents of the box until he finds the little remote control. Johnny takes it from him and immediately switches it to the first setting, and Mark gasps and doubles over as the gentle vibrations take him by surprise. He adjusts pretty quickly, though, and lets Johnny manhandle him until they’re both kneeling on the bed, facing each other.
“You still wanna suck me off, kitten?” Johnny asks, lifting his hand to run his thumb gently along Mark’s bottom lip. Mark ducks his head to take Johnny’s digit into his mouth fully, swirling his tongue around the tip and looking up seductively (he hopes) through his lashes. Johnny seems to think that’s answer enough, and groans loud and deep before pulling away and flipping Mark around until he’s lying on his back with his head hanging off the edge of the bed.
At first, Mark is very confused about this position, but then Johnny stands next to his head and pulls his boxers down and oh. Oh. Mark gets it now. Johnny’s cock, thick and heavy, juts out from his pelvis just above Mark’s face. He steps forward until the head is hovering just above Mark’s lips.
“C’mon, kitten,” Johnny murmurs, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and tapping it against Mark’s spit-slick lips. “Open up and let me fuck your pretty little mouth.”
Mark complies immediately, opening his mouth wide and covering his teeth with his lips. Johnny only pushes the head into Mark’s mouth at first, letting him lap at it with his tongue and get used to its girth, its weight, its taste. Then he starts pushing in further, slowly but firmly, until his entire cock is buried in Mark’s hot little mouth.
“Fuck, kitten,” he groans, rocking his hips slightly, “you feel so fucking good…”
Mark moans in response, muffled by the dick down his throat. The vibrations of his vocal cords make Johnny groan again, pulling back a little and fucking his hips forward with more strength this time. Mark is extremely turned on, but also vaguely surprised – he’s never managed to deepthroat before, given his rather sensitive gag reflex, but this position must help bypass that, because he’s honestly feeling quite comfortable, even though having his nose practically buried in Johnny’s crotch makes it a little hard to breathe.
“I’m gonna fuck your mouth now,” Johnny says, voice low and a little rough. “Tap my thigh if you want me to stop.”
He starts slowly rocking his hips back and forth, groaning at the way the muscles of Mark’s throat flutter and contract around his cock. It takes a while for Mark to get used to it, but eventually he relaxes into the sheets and lets Johnny use his mouth, lets his consciousness float away a little as the gentle rocking movement lulls him into a strange sort of trance. He thinks he could almost fall asleep like this, and he would giggle at the thought if it weren't for the cock in mouth. Regardless, he lets his eyes flutter shut, focusing only on the double onslaught of sensation of Johnny’s dick in his throat and the vibrator buzzing gently against his cock.
The vibrations are mostly overshadowed by the focus he’s putting into taking Johnny’s dick, and they’re gentle enough that they’re easy to ignore, but all of a sudden Johnny reaches for the remote control and ups the intensity of the vibrator one, two, three times. Mark lets out an aborted squeal around his mouthful of cock as every muscle in his body locks up. He keeps his hands fisted in the bedsheets, refusing to reach for his cock, wanting to be a good kitten for Johnny, but he can’t help squirming at the onslaught of sensation.
Johnny reaches his free hand down to cup the back of Mark’s head, holding him steady as he continues to fuck his throat, groaning quietly, eyes fixed on Mark’s cock, flushed bright red and leaking sticky precum all over his soft stomach.
“Fuck,” he hisses, flicking the vibrator up one more level and shoving his dick as far as possible down Mark’s throat to fully feel the effect of the vibrations as Mark moans loudly. “You’re so fucking hot, kitten,” he continues, letting go of Mark’s skull to run his fingers down the side of his throat, feeling the outline of his cock. Mark moans again, even louder, at the feeling, and Johnny slows his thrusts, raising an eyebrow even though Mark can’t see it. He lets his cock rest in the younger’s throat once again, shuddering as Mark swallows around it, and encircles Mark’s throat with his hand, not squeezing, just feeling and letting Mark feel. If he moves, he can see the imprint of his dick in Mark’s throat move along with him, and it’s hotter than anything he’s ever seen before.
Swearing under his breath, he tightens his grip on Mark’s neck oh so slightly, turns the vibrator up to the most intense setting, and starts moving again, slower than before, feeling the full intensity of Mark’s desperate moans and watching as Mark swallows again, the muscles of his neck visibly contracting around the intrusion. He can see Mark’s legs shaking, cock twitching repeatedly as he struggles to hold in his orgasm.
Suddenly, he feels a feeble tap on his thigh. He looks down to see Mark’s hand gripping it, and immediately pulls out, turning the vibrator off and kneeling down to bring his face to his level.
“Oh my God, baby, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
Mark shakes his head no as well as he can with it hanging off the edge of a bed, and Johnny scrambles to help him sit up, setting him down gently against the pillows.
“I’m fine,” Mark whispers, voice too wrecked to do much more, but he’s smiling, and the knot of anxiety in Johnny’s stomach loosens slightly. “It’s just – I was about to cum, and, um… I didn’t wanna do it without your permission,” he says, looking down at his hands and blushing.
Johnny breathes a sigh of relief and pulls Mark into a hug. “That’s really hot, Mark, but fuck, you scared me.”
“I’m sorry,” Mark mumbles into Johnny’s chest. “Have I killed the mood?”
Johnny pulls back from the hug to look at Mark. His face is flushed, lips red, shiny and swollen, with tear tracks down his temples. The blush extends down his neck to his chest, leading Johnny’s gaze to his slim waist, his pretty cock, the silent vibrator still affixed to the top, and the dark fur of the tail peeking out from between his thighs.
“You definitely haven’t, kitten,” Johnny murmurs, dropping a surprisingly chaste kiss on Mark’s lips and petting his hair just behind the cat ears. Mark leans into the touch with a dopey smile on his face, at odds with his still fully hard cock, and Johnny chuckles, reaching down to unfasten the vibrator.
“Mmm, good,” Mark murmurs, grinning up at Johnny before suddenly pushing him backwards onto the bed with far more force than Johnny thought he had left in him. Johnny ends up lying on his back on the rumpled sheets with Mark perched in his lap, grinding his ass against Johnny’s cock. Johnny groans at the sensation of the soft fur of the tail against his thighs and dick, and Mark smirks down at him.
“Kitten’s getting confident, huh?” Johnny rumbles, and Mark blushes and giggles.
“You were moving too slow,” he pouts.
“Too slow?”, Johnny says, raising an eyebrow, and all of a sudden their positions are flipped and Mark is pinned down under Johnny’s much bigger frame. “I’ll show you too slow,” he grins. “Condom?”
Mark reaches into his bedside table and pulls a strip of them out, tearing one open and rolling it onto Johnny’s cock himself, too impatient to wait.
“Fuck,” Johnny breathes, reaching down to pull the plug out of Mark, “that was hot.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” Mark spits out around a moan as Johnny pulls the toy out of his body.
“Someone’s a needy kitten,” Johnny laughs, but he slicks his cock up and pushes it into Mark all the same. Mark gasps at the fullness, the pressure. He lets out a broken little whine as Johnny bottoms out, and the older man swallows it up with a kiss.
“You feel so good,” Johnny whispers, rocking gently against Mark’s ass as the younger adjusts to his size. “So hot inside, so fucking tight. The perfect little hole, kitten,” he rasps, and Mark lets out a little moan of acknowledgement, canting his hips up, trying to get Johnny to move faster, harder, more.
Johnny complies, pulling out further, until only the head of his cock is still inside Mark, then slamming back in, hips working smoothly and powerfully. He leans his weight on one elbow, resting it next to Mark’s head, and wraps his other arm around Mark’s waist.
“So sexy, kitten,” he groans against Mark’s lips, and Mark’s not even coherent enough to answer. All that comes out of his mouth is a series of whiny staccato moans and gasps forced out of his lungs by the force of Johnny’s cock railing him. “Yeah, that’s right,” Johnny continues, panting warm breaths against Mark’s neck, “mewl for me, baby.”
That should be embarrassing – really embarrassing, enough to kill the mood, in fact, but all it does is make Mark feel even hotter, moan even louder, and Johnny keeps encouraging him.
“Yeah, kitten,” he groans, “you make the prettiest noises.”
What the fuck, Mark thinks, somewhere at the back of his mind behind all the layers of overwhelming pleasure. How did he get so lucky? How did he end up in bed with such a hot guy, fucking him so well and indulging his kinks so perfectly? He must have saved an entire country in a past life, he decides. Nothing has ever felt this good before, and he’s starting to worry that nothing ever will again.
His train of thought is cut short when Johnny shifts slightly, changing the angle so that on his next thrust his cock brushes against Mark’s prostate with the perfect amount of pressure. Mark lets out a moan that’s almost a shout, back arching almost painfully and legs wrapping tight around Johnny’s waist.
“Fuck,” he breathes, winded by the pleasure, “do that again! Again, please!”
He’s out of his mind, willing to beg for hours if he has to, willing to do just about anything as long as Johnny doesn’t stop. And he doesn’t – he keeps going, maintains that angle where every thrust feels like it might send Mark over the edge, making him feel so good that he starts to wonder if he’s died and gone to heaven.
But the tension in his pelvis keeps building, coiling tighter and tighter, and suddenly he’s crashing back down to earth with the realization that he’s about to come.
“Shit,” he gasps, “I’m gonna – I’m gonna come, can I come? Please, Johnny?”
Johnny doesn’t reply, but he does let go of Mark’s waist, freeing his hand to wrap it around Mark’s dick, and the younger takes it as permission. It only takes a couple more perfectly angled thrusts for him to cum, twitching in Johnny’s hold and spilling milky-white between their stomachs.
Johnny groans into Mark’s neck and slows his movements, grinding deep and filthy against his ass until he comes too, spilling into the condom.
They lay together for a few minutes afterwards, just breathing. Johnny presses feather-light kisses all over Mark’s throat and jaw until Mark turns his head to meet his lips and they share a sweet, soft kiss, strangely chaste after what they’ve just done.
“That was… ridiculously good,” Mark mutters, flushing bright red all the way down to his nipples. Johnny laughs, but nods in agreement and presses another apologetic kiss to the divot between Mark’s collarbones.
“You were perfect, kitten,” he responds as he pulls out and strips off the condom. He gets up to throw it in the trash, and Mark rolls over onto his side to admire the way his ass moves as he walks.
“Mm, I might have to orchestrate another plumbing emergency to get you to come over again.”
Johnny turns around, raising an eyebrow. “You think you’d have to go to all that effort to get me to come take care of your sweet little ass? Kitten, all you need to do is call me.”
Mark blushes and giggles, rolling over onto his stomach to hide his dopey smile. Johnny delivers a sharp smack to his exposed ass and laughs at the strangled yelp Mark lets out.
“Listen, baby, I’m sorry I can’t stay longer, I have stuff to do. But seriously, call me whenever, yeah? I really had fun today.”
Mark lifts his head to look up at the older man, and he definitely looks sincere, so he nods, shyly biting his lip.
“Good kitten,” Johnny grins, reaching out to ruffle his hair. Mark shies away, but pouts when Johnny withdraws and starts to collect his clothes from the floor. He’s sad to see him go, but he knows he’ll definitely be taking him up on his offer and calling him pretty soon. Having someone else use the plug on him is much more satisfying.
Once he’s fully dressed, Johnny gathers the papers still on Mark’s desk and slips them into his briefcase, before stepping back over to the bed to leave a kiss on Mark’s forehead. Mark smiles up at him and grabs the front of his sweater, pulling him down to kiss him properly, all teeth and tongue. When he pulls away Johnny looks dazed, lips reddened and swollen, and Mark smirks.
“I’ll see you soon,” he says as Johnny walks towards the door.
“I sure hope so,” Johnny says over his shoulder, grinning. Mark watches him open the door and leave with a smile on his face. This is definitely not how he had expected this visit to go, but he can’t complain. He can already feel the ache in his lower back, and he knows he’s going to be feeling it for days, but it’s only a reminder of how well Johnny had fucked him.
Mark falls asleep that night spent, satisfied, and feeling better than ever about his sexual preferences. Maybe he should send his downstairs neighbor a gift basket.