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Marcel sat at the edge of the bed, twiddling his thumbs while taking quick glances at Silas from the corner of his eye.
‘You know I don’t bite right? Come sit next to me.’
Silas gets on all fours, crawling over to the other side of the bed. He plops down next to Marcel, leaning in and delicately placing his head onto his shoulder. He blows lightly into his neck, earning a small noise from him. A smile danced on his lips.
‘Don't tease me Silas. You know I’ve never done this before…’ Marcel starts to come to terms with the situation he’s in. He’s dated so many girls and has never allowed himself to sleep with any of them. He thought he was just too afraid, until he realised it’s because he wasn’t attracted to them at all. And now he's got this gorgeous man practically throwing himself at him, giving him the opportunity of a lifetime. It was all too much to handle.
Silas brings his hands up to Marcel, cupping his cheeks and admiring the shy man. The scene excited him so much, he could barely contain it. His boyfriend was in his bed, vulnerable and shy, averting his eyes at the hands of the smaller man before him. He knew he wouldn't get much out of him in this state, so he decided to try something else.
He moves away abruptly, getting up from the bed with a creak and turns towards the door.
‘We don’t have to do this.’ He glances back with large eyes, ‘I want you to make this choice on your own.’
As he begins to leave, Marcel stands up clumsily grabbing his wrist and turning him around, pulling him into his lap. The sudden gesture raises Silas’ brow, a smug look appearing on his face.
‘Oh?’ He purrs, ‘What's this?’
‘I uh..’ Marcel begins, ‘I do want this.’
Silas attempts to hide his expression, his lips turning upwards for a split second before dropping again.
‘You’re really cute, you know that?’ Silas forcefully closes any remaining space between the two, sliding his hands up Marcel’s neck and locking his fingers into his hair. He leans down to place a kiss on his ear, letting his lips linger before adding ‘Won’t you kiss me? Please?’, grinding his hips ever so slightly.
His ears burn up instantly. He pulls his head away and begins to shift under Silas’ weight as if he’s adjusting himself. His arms stay glued at his side as he hovers his hands around Silas’ waist wondering if he can touch him or not.
‘Can I hold you like this?’
‘Do whatever you like my love. I’m all yours.’
His fingers curl around Silas’ lower half, the slight touch of his clammy hands making him gasp sharply.
Without thinking, he plants a kiss onto Silas’ lips, forcing them open with his tongue to allow himself some room. Silas is astounded by the sudden confidence, caught off guard for a second before he returns the kiss. A small moan escapes his lips as he tightens his grip on Marcel’s hair, pulling him even closer. He unconsciously nibbles at his boyfriend’s bottom lip, sucking at the wound as a metallic taste begins to fill his mouth. They pull away panting, a string of blood and saliva connecting them. Sweat pools at their foreheads as they sit there, noses touching while they catch their breath. Silas swipes his thumb over Marcel’s lip, smearing the blood, applying it like lipstick. He gives him a quick peck to retrieve some of the pretty red stain, grinning down at him. Marcel sat there dazed, present physically but barely mentally, astounded by what he’d just experienced. His heart rate quickened in excitement. He clearly didn’t know enough about his best friend, his boyfriend, but he wanted to know him well. Inside, and out.
The room becomes uncomfortably hot.
‘Take it off.’ Silas commands in a low, sultry tone.
He snakes his hands under Marcel’s top, pulling it over his head before ripping off his own. He admires the stretch marks running down Marcel’s shoulders, wondering if he’ll be able to overwrite them with his own claw marks later on. Marcel gawks at Silas’s beautifully freckled torso, connecting the dots in his head like constellations. They stare at each other in awe as if they haven’t seen the other shirtless before; this level of intimacy was something entirely new.
While a layer of clothing had been removed, a few more remained. Silas’ jeans were unbearable, sticking to his thighs and suffocating them. He hopped off of Marcel’s lap, struggling to pull them off as they remained fused to his body.
‘Goddamn it..’ he hissed.
‘Let me help.’ Marcel says, dropping to his knees and tugging at the jeans slightly before they effortlessly slip off and flutter to the ground. He glances at Silas who’s looking down at him in disbelief. His jeans betrayed him, falling victim to Marcel’s amazing charm and refusing to listen to their rightful owner. How cruel.
Silas kicks them off eagerly.
Taking his seat back on the bed, Silas is now towering over Marcel. He begins to lower himself in front of Marcel, sliding to the ground guiding himself with his hands on Marcel’s waist. Putting his fingers into the waistband, he looks at him with fluttery eyes and says ‘Let me return the favour.’ Marcel's eyes widen, his breath quickening. Silas notices.
‘Relax. I’m just removing your shorts it’s too hot in here.’
‘No I-'
The shorts also come off without a problem but to his surprise, Silas is greeted with a tent put up in Marcel’s briefs. He looks up to see Marcel covering his face with his arm in humiliation. A large grey patch leaks with precum, growing bigger and bigger by the second. It twitches slightly. Marcel doesn’t seem to have any intention of showing his face so Silas gives the tent a little nudge. ‘Ah!’ He winces, reaching down to cover his area, ‘Don’t look directly at it!’
Silas chuckles softly. ‘It’s okay baby. I can take care of this too if you’d like me to.’
‘I can’t ask that of you..’
‘You don’t have to ask. I want to be of use to you.’
He grabs his knees and forces them apart to give himself room between his legs. He then scoots in a little closer before pursing his lips around the wet patch, starting to suck on it with a small amount of pressure. Marcel lets out a loud groan, startling himself before slapping his hand over his mouth to keep any other noises from escaping. Silas stares at him through his long lashes while sticking his tongue out and licking at his bulge through his boxers. The friction of his tongue and the fabric made Marcel even more sensitive, warmth growing in his lower stomach as he feels his climax building up.
‘Silas..’ he whispers without realising, causing him to rise abruptly and level his face with Marcel’s.
‘What is it? Are you okay? Shall I stop?’
Marcel’s throat is now completely dry. He gulps desperately trying to retain some moisture before speaking.
‘I’m fine but…can you take the boxers off..’
Silas’ eyes light up and sparkle aggressively at the sudden question. He’d been waiting for this moment.
He doesn’t respond, rushing to remove the boxers with his teeth not prepared for the impact when the tent unfolds, springing in front of his face. It was bigger than he imagined. He stared at the vein stretching from the base to the head, drool edging at the corner of his mouth, the tip glistening in the dim lighting, precum continuing to leak out.
(slight upward curve, a little darker base like #764D40, tip is #8C4D38, trimmed, 8.92in, 6.8 girth - BOOMSHAKALAKAAA)
He kissed the base of his cock, dragging his tongue up to the head before licking at the slit. Marcel becomes more vocal, the sensitivity mixed with Silas's perfectly pink lips wrapped around his length making it hard for him to keep it in. He twitches at every movement made by him, his body growing hotter, the impact stronger every time.
‘Silas. I think I’m close-‘
He pulls away. Marcel stares at Silas dumbfounded as an evil smirk plays on his boyfriend's face.
‘You’re not allowed to cum.’
‘Huh?’ Surely he didn’t hear that correctly.
‘You heard me. You cum when I say so.’
The sudden order was rather arousing to him, making his erection grow even more in anticipation. At this rate he could explode from his thoughts alone.
Silas returns to his place, spitting on his hand and placing it onto the bottom of Marcel’s MEMBER (sorry xx) before stroking it in an upward motion. He goes from the base to the tip, removing his hand each time before repeating it again. This was not the hand job Marcel was expecting. He was slightly confused but the impact was so strong he couldn’t even muster up the words and energy to speak. His orgasm was being toyed with and he didn’t know why but he was loving ever second of it.
‘From this point on, I want you to use me however you’d like.’ He kisses around Marcel’s inner thighs and up his stomach, making a trail around his lower area. ‘Make a mess of me.’ He lets out a breathy moan.
Pressing the tip to his mouth, he uses his tongue to wrap around it before taking it down his throat whole. It was so incredibly hot; this concoction of textures made his brain go fuzzy. The wetness of his tongue overstimulated him, causing him to groan noisily, throwing his head back as he propped himself up with his elbows. Silas began to move slowly and smoothly before picking up the pace all while slightly grazing his teeth along his shaft. He’d take quick peeks at Marcel’s expression to admire his work. Marcel’s mind blurs as he unintentionally grinds his hips and thrusts lightly, tapping the roof of his mouth.
‘Can I…fu- use your…gosh’
‘Mmm.’ He makes a noise in agreement as if he understood anything the man had just said, the sound sending a vibration throughout his body.
He fixes his posture using Silas’ hair as support and begins to thrust himself repeatedly into his mouth. Silas’ eyes roll back as he takes all of Marcel into him, his mouth foaming with bubbles of saliva while he continues to use him to fulfil his needs.
‘You take it so well Silas…ah…’
His eyes begin to fill up with tears, his cheeks burning with satisfaction. Attempting to please himself, he fumbles with his own briefs before taking his neglected erection into his hand, palming it aggressively. He can barely focus on himself with Marcel repeatedly hitting the back of his throat so he gives up letting his shaft hit his stomach and leak all over him.
‘Please Silas. Let me cum…please..’ he croaks while continuing to glide methodically across his tongue. Silas gives him a little pinch on his thigh, as if to signal that he now had the permission.
He emptied himself instantaneously, his rhythm slowing down to a halt once all of it had spilled out. Taking control once again, Silas gulped down the salty liquid, aiming to drink every last drop that he could. Once he’d finished, he pulled off of him with a 'pop', the cold air hitting him giving him a shiver.
Silas had also came without realising and left a large pool on the floor and all over his legs. Marcel finally let go of his hair. His blonde locks were completely dishevelled slick against his forehead, jaw wide open, stained tears on his face, cum and drool out his mouth as he attempted to catch his breath before collapsing into Marcel’s lap. He sighed proudly, nuzzling Marcel and planting another kiss onto him.
‘You did amazingly. I’m so proud of you.’
Marcel, also struggling to breathe, smiled at the validating comment and leaned down to leave a wet kiss onto his partner's forehead.
‘Thanks for helping me out.’
‘Anytime.’