Warning: Mature Content
This chapter contains explicit sexual content, strong language, and adult themes intended only for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.
The Way You Moan
Mark's breath trembled as he whispered, "David, I know you want this. And you know I always want you too—even now. I'm only trying to hold back because of your injury. Can we think about your hand, just for a moment?"
But David shook his head gently, eyes burning with desire. "There's nothing to think about. This will heal me faster than any medicine. I need you, Mark. I want to feel you. I want all of you."
Mark's resolve melted. "Okay… It's fine," he said softly. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time, revealing his chest. David's eyes traced every inch, lips parting slightly as he gasped and licked them in anticipation.
As Mark's shirt slipped from his shoulders, David pulled him close. He pressed a tender kiss on Mark's forehead, then trailed it slowly down to his nose, across his cheek, and finally onto his mouth. Their lips met in a breathless kiss before David moved lower, his lips grazing Mark's neck, leaving soft marks that burned like declarations.
He lingered there, tongue brushing Mark's skin as he whispered against it, "You always taste like home."
When his mouth found Mark's chest, David's tongue circled gently around his nipple before taking it between his lips. Mark gasped, a soft sound escaping him—something between a sigh and a whimper. He barely recognized his voice when he said, "David… I'm so hot right now. I can't fight this anymore."
David's only answer was to kiss him deeper, hands trailing lower as the space between them dissolved. Mark trembled—every time David touched him, he lost control. There was no resistance, only surrender.
David whispered between kisses, "You know I've always loved you. Seeing you like this makes me want you with me every second. I want to be wrapped in you, again and again."
Mark moaned softly, his body responding before his words could. "David… I love…," he breathed.
Their bodies pressed together in a rhythm only they understood, hearts pounding in sync, hands exploring, mouths craving. David kissed every part of Mark, lost in the sensation, kept asking for more, begging, needing.
David whispered into Mark's ear, his voice low and heavy with desire. "I want to go in… am I allowed?"
Mark swallowed hard, his body already trembling, his voice shaky from how aroused he was. "Please… you're allowed. With every bit of me."
David grinned slightly, lips brushing against Mark's skin. "Before I go in… I need to talk to your dick first."
He moved down slowly, lips trailing heat until he reached Mark's shaft. He brought his mouth to the cap, licking it gently, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. Then, with one hand wrapped around mark dick, he started to suck—softly at first, then deeper, wetter. He spit lightly on it and whispered, "I love you, Mark," before going back down again, this time with more rhythm, more hunger.
Mark's hands clenched the sheets. "David… I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum… right now.
David looked up, lips still wrapped around him. "Why the rush? We've got time. Why do you want to cum so soon?"
Mark gasped. " I can't hold it… I can't hold my breath. I can't hold anything…"
David's mouth never left him. One hand slid up Mark's chest, rubbing his nipple, making him moan even louder. That made Mark even harder. David sucked faster, deeper, his tongue swirling and teasing. Mark couldn't help it—he grabbed David's head, guiding him with trembling hands, moaning louder.
"I'm cumming," he cried, trying to pull back.
But David held him still. "Do it inside… come in my mouth."
Mark's eyes flew open in disbelief.
David nodded. "Do it."
With a final deep moan, Mark came hard, spilling everything into David's mouth. David swallowed it and licked the cap all without breaking eye contact, licking the corners of his lips when he finally pulled away.
Then he stood up, eyes dark and full of fire. "Turn around. Rest on the table."
Mark, dazed and breathless, obeyed.
David stood up behind him, guiding his body into position. He used one hand, then two, to spread Mark back, preparing the way. "I'm going in now," he said.
Mark said nothing.
David thrust slowly inside, and Mark cried out—half pain, half pleasure—as he filled him deep.
David leaned forward, groaning into Mark's back. "I love the sounds you make when I'm inside you. Your moans drive me crazy."
He began moving, thrusting, each one deeper and harder. Mark gripped the table, body trembling, head thrown back in ecstasy.
David whispered, "You don't know how much I want you. Every time. Every second. I want to fuck you like it's the only thing that matters."
And with every thrust, every moan, Mark gave in completely—because when David was this close, he couldn't hold back even if he tried.
Mark's legs were shaking, his breath catching with every thrust. David didn't slow down—he dug deeper, hitting just the right spot that made Mark cry out again, fingers gripping the edge of the table like his life depended on it.
"David," he moaned, voice cracking, "you're driving me insane…"
David's lips brushed against Mark's ear as he whispered, his breath hot, "That's what I want. I want you trembling. I want you begging."
He pulled out slowly, teasing Mark with the tip, then thrust back in hard. Mark's entire body jolted forward, a low gasp tearing from his throat.
"Fuck," Mark whimpered, "don't stop—please…"
David smirked, biting gently on Mark's shoulder. "I'm not stopping until your legs give out. Until your body forgets how to say no to me."
He slid one hand around Mark's waist, fingers curling around his already-hard cock, stroking him in rhythm with his thrusts. The slick sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, mixed with the soft moans and broken whimpers that spilled freely from Mark's lips.
"I want to feel you cum again," David whispered. "I want it dripping from both ends… don't hold it."
Mark couldn't speak—he could only arch back, letting David take him deeper, harder, filling every inch of him. His body was burning, trembling, every nerve alive and exposed.
David leaned closer, licking the sweat off Mark's neck. "Do you feel how deep I am? I'm inside you like I belong here. Because I do."
Mark moaned louder, dizzy from the pleasure. "David… I can't—I'm close again—"
"Then cum," David ordered. "Cum for me."
And with that, David gripped him tighter, pounded him faster, and Mark couldn't stop it—his entire body tensed as a wave of ecstasy crashed over him, spilling into David's hand while his body clenched around David's cock.
David groaned at the feeling, then held Mark firmly in place and continued to thrust, riding him through his orgasm, chasing his release. When he finally came, he buried himself deep and let go with a shuddering moan, collapsing against Mark's back.
Their bodies stayed tangled for a moment—sweaty, breathless, still throbbing with the aftershocks of pleasure.
Then David whispered, voice low and possessive, "You're mine, Mark. Every inch. Every sound you make. Every breath you take beside me… belongs to me."
Mark, still gasping, smiled faintly. "Then don't stop holding me like this."
David kissed his shoulder softly. "I won't. Not today. Not ever."