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He’s late for dinner. Again. Marvin is furious, not only has he come home to an empty apartment but he’s also come home from a hard day at work to zero food on his kitchen table. He thought it clear to Whizzer that dinner was the least he could do if he wanted to stay with Marvin without paying half of the rent, but apparently this was too difficult for him.
Hearing the front door opening, Marvin turns, crosses his arms, and angrily puffs out his chest because Whizzer has the gall to waltz into the apartment without a care in the world. Too busy humming his favorite song that he doesn't even notice Marvin until he’s taken his shoes off. “Marv, Hey! Wow your home early, is it one of those half days at the office or?” The smaller man rolls his eyes, “Whizzer, it’s past 6:36pm, I’ve been off work for over thirty minutes now.” He huff’s hoping Whizzer would get the hint and detect his growing anger.
Making his way into the kitchen Whizzer casually leans on the counter, “Right, sorry I forgot. I got this job offer in the city and I think I'm gonna to take it! I believe I would make a wonderful wedding photographer, no?” Whizzer smiles at his own rhetorical question, because of course he’s perfect for the job, but that isn't what Marvin is focused on right now.
“Whiz,” He turns towards him, “You're supposed to be here. You are supposed to be here with dinner either ready by six or in the process of having it made so when I come home, at six thirty on the dot, dinner is ready. Why can't you just do this one thing right? Like you're supposed to?!” Marvin’s voice starts to rise in volume and his face begins to turn red as Whizzer continues to misunderstand just how upset truly he is. To make matters even worse he laughs. He flat out laughs.
“Like I’m supposed to? Marvin. I’m not your wife. Hell, you shouldn't even be treating a wife like that, but that's not the point.” Whizzer takes a large step in Marvin’s direction. “You're a grown man Marvin, just because I wasn't able to make you dinner for the first time in months doesn't mean you get to throw a fit.” He crosses his arms, mirroring his lover's defensive stance. “Go ahead and whine your heart out, but keep in mind I’m your boyfriend. Not your servant.”
Feeling his temper starting to reach its boiling point, Marvin shoves a finger into Whizzers chest with so much force it wrinkles his turquoise dress shirt slightly. “I pay the rent here. Boyfriend or not you're supposed to be here, making dinner, being pretty, checking your dumb hairline in the mirror for the 50th time, and set to screw by the time I get home.” Thinking that he’s finally knocked Whizzer down a few pegs because of his uncharacteristic silence, he takes a step back and smirks, “If you wanted me to kick you out, you could’ve just asked.”
After a moment, Whizzer speaks. “Marvin. When was the last time I didn't make you dinner.”
Surprised, but not one to be caught off guard, Marvin answers swiftly, “It was almost a year ago, we had just moved in together and you kept forgetting what time I got home from work.”
“Right. So, if it’s been a year since I haven't made you dinner, or at least made sure to purchase something for dinner, don't you think I would have a good reason for not doing so?”
“Well- yes, but-”
Head tilted slightly to show his confusion, Whizzer continues, “Right again. And since I told you that I got a new job offer as soon as I came home, why are you still acting like I did this with malintent?”
Seeing him calm while he was obviously frustrated was infuriating. Who was Whizzer to talk down to him? Someone who is clearly older (and thus wiser). Marvin stepped forward, standing on the balls of his feet to give himself a bit more height in an attempt to appear intimidating. “None of that bullshit matters if you can’t do something as simple as cook.” Raising his hand, not to actually hit Whizzer, but to give the impression in hopes of scaring him straight.
Unexpectedly, Whizzer doesn't flinch at all. He doesn't even move an inch. When he does move, he grabs Marvin's hand that is still embarrassingly hanging in the air ready to strike.
“Okay.” Whizzer replies eerily calm.
“Okay?” Marvin repeats dumbly.
Whizzer moves suddenly and Marvin stumbles behind him as he walks at a brisk pace to their bedroom.
“Ah, Whiz let go of my hand, you’re pulling too tight!” Tugging at his arm as they move farther into the corridor that leads to their bedroom Whizzer ignores his pleas and only looks back at Marvin to smile.
“It’s alright Marvin, I’m just gonna help you out a bit.”
Confused, Marvin continued tugging to try and free himself from his lover's surprisingly strong grip. Entering their bedroom, Whizzer finally lets him go and moves to close the door behind them.
“Sit on the bed please.”
Rubbing his wrist, Marvin huffs, “No. Not till you tell me what your stupid idea is”
Taking his hand, a lot gentler this time, Whizzer leads him to the edge of bed and lightly pushes on Marvin’s shoulders to make him sit. Softly brushing his fingers through his hair, then moving them downwards until they’re underneath his chin, Whizzer forces him to look up, “Don’t make me repeat myself again Marvin. You won’t like what’ll happen.”
Raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms over his broad chest, Marvin steps up to the challenge. “Right…and I suppose you’ll want to spank me and force me to call you daddy right? Try and make me submit so I'll break down and cry about how shitty my life is while I ride your cock?”
Of course Marvin would put up a fight. He wants to fight. He wants an argument. That’s how it was with Trina and that’s how it’s supposed to be, right? Wrong.
“No Marvin, I can’t force you to submit to me, though I’d love you to.” He chuckles to himself, “No, what I want to do is have you listen to me for once instead of fighting back.” Petting his hair again, Whizzer looks into his eyes, “I want to make you feel safe enough to let yourself go and be vulnerable. I want you to trust me.”
After a few beats of silence, Whizzer turns to face Marvin fully, “Will you let me try something Marvin? I promise it’ll help, and if it doesn’t? We don’t have to do it ever again.”
Feeling the fight start to fade from his body, Marvin arrogantly agrees. “Fine. Try whatever you’re convinced will work on me. Though I still don’t understand how it’s supposed to make up for dinner.”
“I can try whatever I want?”
“Whatever you want.”
“And you won’t say no? I mean, you can use the safe word of course, but I still want you to try.”
“Whiz please. What can be so bad that you think I'll automatically say no to it?”
This time it’s Whizzer’s turn to cross his arms and raise a challenging eyebrow at Marvin, “I want to give you a massage.”
“Easy-”
“A prostate massage.”
A rare blush begins to appear on Marvin’s face, “What? I thought you weren’t scared?” Whizzer teases.
“No.” He clears his throat a bit too loudly, “I give them to you all the time and you love them.”
“You’ve never had anyone touch your…lower…lower half before Marvin. Hell, you freak when my dick brushes your ass when we shower together.”
He shrugs, “I’m a man Whiz, it’s a natural response.”
“Oh and I'm not one?”
“Less of one maybe.” Marvin laughs, but Whizzer knows he’s only trying to rile him up. If they hadn’t been together for so long he would think Marvin was being serious with his insults, thankfully, Whizzer knows it’s only because Marvin is scared.
Whizzer reassures his lover. “Marvin. I'll be gentle I promise.”
Moving into Marvin’s space Whizzer kisses his lips softly, almost like he’s scared Marvin will push him away.
However, the gentleness of the kiss was enough to frustrate Marvin. His hyper masculine walls came back up full force and Marvin returned the kiss but harsher. Like he had something to prove to an imaginary audience.“I’m not some woman who’s scared to lose her virginity, let’s get this little experiment of yours over with.”
Whizzer laughed to himself, stood up, and walked from the foot of the bed over to his bedside table. He rummaged through the drawer for a bit, pulling out the bare necessities. Just lube and a condom, simple. “Since you’re so sure this is going to work out, I don’t think this will end with you fucking me. But just in case, I'll leave the condom on the nightstand, for now we just need the lube.”
Marvin rolls his eyes, “I know what’s needed to finger someone Whiz. Not a virgin, remember?”
“I know you're not, but I think subconsciously you’ll feel just a bit better if I tell you what I'm doing as I'm doing it. I want to avoid overwhelming such a big brain that’s trapped in such a tiny body.” Teasing was the best way to get Marvin to loosen up, so why not add some fuel to the fire.
Watching Whizzer with nervous eyes, he laughs, “Oh please, you freakishly tall twig, don’t get cocky.”
Kneeling In front of Marvin, Whizzer takes his foot into his hands and starts to remove his sock. Kissing his, now bare, ankle he moves to remove the other. Moving upwards, he removes Marvins belt and with help, is able to get Marvin out of his pants and underwear. Knowing his partner is a bit more self conscious about his looks, Whizzer is determined to make this experience as comfortable as it can be.“Would it help if you kept your shirt on or do you want me to take that off too?” Though Marvin rolls his eyes at the question, Whizzer knows by the slight blush on his cheeks that he appreciated the question. “I’ll take off my own shirt, thanks.”
Whizzer steps back to admire Marvin as he removes his tie, unbuttons his button-up, and takes off his undershirt. Getting back on the bed, Marvin shimmies to the middle of it and lies on his back like a starfish. “Do your worst.” Whizzer laughs, “Okay drama queen let's get started,” With an unexpected amount of strength he takes a hold of Marvin’s thighs and pulls him down the bed maneuvering him so his legs rested on Whizzers’ shoulders. Marvin didn't think he would find such a thing hot, maybe he’s learning something new about himself.
Planting kisses all along his leg and down to his ankle yet again. Whizzer retrieves the small bottle of lubricant from his back pocket, pops it open, and starts to warm it up between his fingers. “I’m just warming it up a bit, usually you don't have to do this for me because I’m used to it being cold, but I want this to be a positive experience.”
“I said I don't need you to explain everything to me.”
“I know, but you’ll appreciate it later.”
Looking down at Marvin, Whizzer is almost at a loss for words. Even though Marvin would deny it, he is truly beautiful. “Are you ready?” “I’m getting bored, that's what I am-”
Marvin is left shocked and gasping as Whizzer leans over and takes the tip of cock into his mouth, sliding further down and swallowing his length with practiced ease. Feeling his throat around him was so orgasmic, he almost forgot what Whizzer was set out to do until he felt a warm slick finger circle gently around his entrance. Closing his eyes tightly, Marvin tried to focus on the blowjob instead of the growing sensation of butterflies in his stomach.
Noticing his lack of grunts and small gasps that usually follow his wonderful blowjob skills. Whizzer blinks to remove the tears from his eyes that gathered from having Marvins length deep in his throat, and looks up. Seeing his face scrunched and his eyes closed Whizzer pulls off, lips slick and swollen. “Breathe Marv. Are you okay?”
He opens his eyes, and lets out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. “I- I’m fine. I think you just need to do it. Screw the distractions.”
Lightly drawing patterns down his chest and to his stomach, Whizzer decides to tease him a bit. “Hmm, are you sure you want to be able to feel everything? Have nothing else to focus on besides my fingers and how full they’ll leave you? Eventually being unable to resist begging and asking me to add another, and another, and another.”
His nimble fingers move lower, and once again start massaging Marvin’s entrance. “Take a deep breath for me baby.”
“Don’t call me baby, I’m not a girl-”
Surprising himself, Marvin lets out a small whimper. Instead of teasing him like before, Whizzer decided to push in the tip of his pointer finger past his tight ring of muscle, “What was that baby? I couldn’t hear you. Can you repeat that for me?”
Covering his face out of embarrassment, “Stop calling me that.”
“Oh but, aren't you my baby? My baby who needs me to make him dinner every night. My baby who whines when something doesn't go his way?”
“H-Hey-“
Pushing further into Marvin, he keeps talking. “Aren't you my baby who likes to suckle and kiss on my chest and nipples whenever he thrusts deep inside of me?”
Whizzer can tell Marvin’s embarrassed and wants to argue, wants to fight back, but can’t. As the wet sounds of his fingering echoed throughout the room, words were lost at the back of Marvin’s throat, only coming out as broken moans. “Doesn't this feel nice? Letting me take control. Letting me take care of you? I only have one finger inside of you and you're already on your way to falling apart underneath me.”
“And I’d bet, you're ready for another one.”
Wordlessly, Marvin nods, not trusting his own voice.
“I need verbal confirmation baby.”
“Yes, God yes, I’m ready for another, just put it in already!”
“So bossy.” His body shuddered when Whizzer slowly added a second finger, “This time I’m going to actively search out your prostate, let me know if it becomes too much.” Working his fingers deeper into Marvin, he silently stretched and searched for the tiny bundle of nerves while absorbing the small sounds Marvin found himself unable to control.
All of a sudden Marvin moved his hands from his eyes to cover his mouth as choked sobs started pouring out of him, like a damn bursting, his thighs that sat on Whizzer’s shoulders began to tremble. His walls started fluttering around Whizzer’s fingers and he began to writhe beneath him.
Marvin looked like a dream as he let out a muffled “Whiz-.” His cheeks burning red, his heart hamming in his chest, his skin growing hot, it was almost too much for Whizzer to handle as he felt his own cock start to twitch with unbearable arousal. However, hearing Marvin brought back to earth. Starting to massage his prostate he already knew that Marvin wasn't going to last much longer.
Leaving his legs on his shoulders and nearly folding Marvin in half, Whizzer moved down to cage Marvin in between his arms to capture a kiss, “My God, I’ve wanted this for so long. Seeing you under me, taking me so well, and finally shutting up long enough for you realize how nice life can be if you just gave up control every once in a while.” Speeding up his pace, Whizzer starts to milk his prostate for all its worth.
Marvin’s hands finally come off of his mouth as he moves to hold onto Whizzer’s shoulders for dear life. Letting all of his moans and cries at full volume, Whizzer doesn't think he's going to last long either. “Hngh Whiz, I don’t think-” Marvin pauses in the middle of his sentence, the pleasure becoming too much as his walls tighten around Whizzer’s fingers.
“Go ahead baby, you can do it, let go. I’m here, I’ve got you.”
His body starts to convulse and his hips start to stutter as he orgasms, his release hitting him so strongly that it paints both his and Whizzer’s chests. As Marvin starts to come back to his senses, he notices the brief moment that Whizzer also reaches his climax, his face scrunching as his grip tightens around the sheets. Once Whizzer opens his eyes and the aftershocks of his orgasm fade, Marvin makes sure he hears him this time, “Don’t call me baby.” and promptly begins to drift off to sleep.
Waking up slowly, Marvin smells lavender and mint, feels the sensation of warm water, and realizes that he’s been put into a bath. “Whizzer? What’s this?” He asks, sleepy, still a bit out of it.
“I drew you a bath, I thought you needed it after such an intense evening.”
Nodding off slightly, he notices Whizzer kneeling next to the tub, “Why aren't you in it with me?”
“I took a quick shower while you were resting Marv, but that’s not what I want to talk about.” Dipping a washcloth into the soapy water Whizzer begins gently scrubbing, “Marvin, I don't think you're an asshole to me on purpose. I dont think it’s right that you blow up on people for simple mistakes, but I do understand your want and need for control. It can be hard to come home and not have a meal ready, and it can be even harder not being able to control those around you. But Marvin. You have to tell yourself that it’s okay when things aren't able to go your way. It’s okay that I wasn't home in time to make dinner, It’s okay that your wife happily remarried, and It’s okay that you can't always be there for Jason since you can only see him on the weekends. I know that if you were in control all of these things would never have happened, but that’s okay.”
Putting down the washcloth Whizzer puts a finger underneath Marvins chin causing him to look into his eyes, “What you did tonight was progress. Not only did you single handedly kick your hypermasculinity in the ass by letting me in your ass,” He chuckles softly, “But you also let me have control, and nothing bad happened.”
“I- I’m so sorry Whiz. I know I'm not good at apologies, but thank you for not breaking up with me again….I shouldn’t have…I shouldn’t have tried to hit you, that was wrong of me. And, congratulations on your new job offer..”
Kissing his forehead, Whizzer looks away, suddenly a bit shy, “It’s really okay Marv, and thank you for your apology. Though I’d like to take control again…sometime…if you ever want to.”
Reaching his hands out of the water, Marvin takes Whizzer’s face into his hands and kisses him passionately.
“I’d like that.”