Warning: This chapter contains mature content and is intended for readers 18+ only. Reader discretion is advised.
David's fingers traced slowly up Mark's arm, the pads of his fingertips lingering like whispers. Mark's chest rose and fell, breath uneven, skin hot with tension. His eyes, half-lidded and dark with need, locked on David's, searching for something, permission, clarity, maybe even control. But he found none. Only heat. Only David.
David leaned closer, voice deep and steady. "Every touch of mine…" he murmured, brushing his lips against Mark's ear, "should be engraved in your heart."
Mark shivered.
"You want my body?" David asked, eyes gleaming. "I wish… soon, your heart belongs to me too."
Mark opened his mouth to respond, but his words were swallowed by David's lips. For the first time, David didn't hold back—he kissed Mark like he owned every part of him. Tongue to tongue, lips crushed, sucking every corner of his mouth until Mark felt his body dissolving into heat. David moved between his lips—top, bottom, the corners—savoring every second, devouring him. Mark clung to him, breathless, dazed.
It was too much and not enough.
When David pulled back, their mouths were slick, their breath mingled. Mark felt like heaven had opened for a moment and left a mark inside his chest.
Then David kissed his way down his neck, slow and deliberate, until his lips found Mark's nipples. He licked them gently first—testing, tasting—then sucked with deep, rhythmic pressure.
"Aah… David…" Mark gasped, his back arching.
David's mouth circled one nipple while his hand rolled the other between his fingers, pinching, teasing, playing. Mark trembled, unable to hold still, his cock already hard and throbbing, brushing against David's abdomen.
And David noticed.
He looked down, then met Mark's gaze, smiling.
Mark's face flushed, but there was no hiding now.
David gently pushed him onto the bed, spreading Mark's legs apart until his body was fully exposed. Mark's cock stood proud, hard and twitching.
David leaned in and placed a soft kiss on the tip.
Then everything happened at once.
His hand gripped the base. His mouth was on the head. Then down—hot, wet, and deep.
Mark screamed David's name.
His fingers grabbed the sheets, his thighs shook as David's mouth moved up and down with practiced ease. He licked around the base, sucked down to the root, and teased the sensitive underside with the flat of his tongue.
Mark sobbed—loud, helpless cries of pleasure.
"How can you do this to me…?" he gasped. "This is everything I've imagined… It's too good… I can't stop wanting you.
David didn't stop. He was hungry, wild, but controlled. His mouth never left Mark's cock, even as his hand slipped lower, gently pressing, preparing him.
He lifted Mark and carried him to a nearby table near the window, laying him out so the moonlight could catch every detail of his flushed, trembling body.
"You're too tight," David murmured as his fingers worked with slow care.
Mark could only moan, his legs wide, his heart racing.
David's mouth moved faster, his hands moving with confidence, opening Mark little by little until Mark was trembling on the edge.
"I'm gonna cum…" Mark cried, gripping David's hair.
David keep going faster on his hard cock, Mark moan with pleasure screaming I'm cumm…. I'm gonna cum, David did not stop until mark finally release.
David didn't stop, even as Mark shook violently, even as his moans turned breathless and broken.
And before Mark could catch his breath, David turned him around, lifting him slightly, positioning him on his knees against the edge of the table. Mark's body trembled.
David lined himself up—hard, hot, and full.
He pushed in slowly.
Mark cried out, his hands gripping the curtain, his body arching in surprise and heat.
"If you can't handle it," David said in a low growl, "I'll stop."
He began to pull out.
But Mark reached back, gripping his waist. "No… I can handle it," he panted. "Maybe you should use this."
He handed David a small tube.
David took it, applying it with care before sliding back in—slowly, steadily.
He moaned too this time, deep and throaty.
Mark gasped again, but didn't move away.
They stayed like that for a moment, joined, breathing together, the world quiet around them.
Then David began to move.
Not rough. Not soft. Just deep.
"You said you could handle it," he whispered against Mark's ear.
And then— "You're mine now. You've always been mine."
Mark moaned in answer, his voice trembling through the room.
There was no fear now. Only surrender. Only need. Only them.
Mark clung to him, letting the rhythm guide his body. Their hips moved in sync, slow at first, then harder. David's hands roamed—gripping his thighs, his chest, his hips—holding him like something precious.
Mark whispered, breath hitching. "David… how could you make me suffer this much?"
Tears formed in his eyes.
"You taste like everything I've ever wanted," he said softly against David's shoulder. "I didn't know it could feel like this. You make me feel alive."
David stilled for a second, heart pounding. Something inside him cracked open.
"I like all of you," Mark said, teary-eyed. "I don't care what anyone says. I feel everything… and it's you. Just you."
David thought of Tony's words: He'll come around after sex.
But this wasn't a victory or a game. This wasn't a conquest.
This was real.
David leaned down, brushing away Mark's tears. "I'm not doing this to win you," he said. "I've always loved you. Long before this."
And then he kissed him.
Deep. Slow. Like a promise.
Mark melted into it—not desperate this time, but trusting.
David felt his breath catch.
And in that moment, tangled together, skin to skin, breath to breath—he didn't feel like a monster anymore.
He felt human.
This was just the beginning.
David changed position and sat down on the wide velvet chair, pulling Mark onto his lap with slow, deliberate strength. Mark's legs spread naturally over his thighs, his chest flushed, breath catching. He looked down at David, dazed and glowing, his body still aching with pleasure from earlier.
David didn't rush. He held Mark by the waist, eyes roaming, drinking in every inch. He watched how Mark's chest rose with each breath, how his lips parted slightly, how his eyes fluttered when he felt David's hands trail down his back.
He wanted to remember this. Every detail.
Every twitch. Every sound.
He brushed a strand of damp hair from Mark's face. Their foreheads nearly touched.
"I want to see you," David whispered, "see how your body reacts… every time I move inside you."
Mark swallowed hard. He was trembling—but not from fear. From need.
David leaned in close, voice low, rough with restraint. "It might hurt a little," he warned. "I want to go harder… I'm close."
He paused, watching Mark's reaction. "But if you can't take it, just say it. I'll stop."
Mark shook his head, breathless but sure. "I want it. I want all of it."
David exhaled deeply, almost in relief. "I'll start now," he said.
He gripped Mark's hand tightly, pulling him in until their chests were pressed, lips brushing.
Then he began to move. Hard. Fast. Deeper.
Mark gasped, fingers digging into David's shoulders as his hips were driven down again and again. David held him tight, lifting his hips and then bringing him back down with a deep thrust, over and over.
"Ahh—David…" Mark cried out, the sounds breaking from his throat, high and breathless.
David groaned too, but didn't stop.
His rhythm was fierce now, his breath ragged. "So tight… You feel too sweet," he growled into Mark's ear.
Mark moaned louder, rocking with each thrust to meet David halfway, his body open, inviting, surrendering completely.
The room was filled with the sound of skin, breath, and raw pleasure.
David's hands were everywhere—gripping Mark's thighs, cupping his back, holding his neck. His eyes never left Mark's face.
And Mark took it all.
Even when it got rough.
Even when David didn't stop, chasing his release like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
He stayed. For him.
Mark bit his lip, riding David with everything he had, moaning to keep the rhythm, to push David closer to the edge. He knew David needed this—needed to lose himself—and he gave it to him.
Then, suddenly, David pulled him in tight.
His lips found Mark's again, crushing him into a kiss that was hot and deep, hungry and desperate.
And through the kiss, David groaned— "I'm cumming, Mark… I'm cumming—"
Mark moaned into his mouth, wrapping his arms around David's neck.
"It's yours," he whispered, voice broken but sure. "Tonight… I'm yours. Be good. Enjoy it. Cum for me."
David growled against his lips, the last of his control snapping.
"Not just tonight," he said between gasps. "You're going to be mine… forever."
With a final deep thrust, David released inside him—hot, fast, deep.
He cried out Mark's name, his mouth never leaving his, pouring everything into him—shameless, raw, real.
When it was done, David collapsed forward slightly, still inside him, arms wrapping tight around Mark's trembling body.
"I love you…" He whispered, voice cracking. "From the outside… to the inside."
He held him there, breathing him in, grounding himself in the truth of it.
And Mark, still wrapped around him, heart pounding, closed his eyes and let the moment brand him.
He was David's now.
And deep down, he knew… he always had been.