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The smile on his face was wicked as he gazed at the visible bulge
protruding from beneath his young lover's towel.
"Were we being a bad little boy in the shower, Brat?" Marc smirked.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" was the sarcastic reply.
"Hmm?" Marc feigned innocence.
"Were you being a bad little boy in the shower?" Ryan mimicked,
screwing his face into what he hoped was an accurate representation of
his lover's ever present smirk.
Marc decided to let Ryan have this one. "Oh, alright. I suppose I was
beginning to sound like someone out of a bad porno movie." He
sauntered towards the towel clad Ryan. "But you can hardly blame me
when presented with such a," his hand reached down to cup Ryan's
apparent growing need, "naughty distraction."
"Isn't that a bit redundant." Ryan gasped, willing his composure to
remain intact.
"Hmmm?" Marc murmured absentmindedly while he gently mouthed the
perfect shell of an earlobe.
"Bad porno movies? Aren't they all," he shuddered as a pink tongue
tickled his neck, making the final word a low moan, "baaaad?"
"My dear sweet innocent, Ryan. You just haven't been watching the
right kinds of movies." A wicked thought entered Marc's mind. "Maybe I
should show you something I saw in one of them last week."
"You've got porn stashed..." Ryan started.
"Shh."
"But..."
"Shhh. You don't take direction very well, do you, Brat?"
"I..." Ryan blurted out before catching himself.
"Better." Marc's approving fingers danced across the brushing of
curls that covered Ryan's chest, purposefully catching a rosy bud with
a fingernail. "Maybe I should give you a reward." Marc trailed his
lips down the length of Ryan's throat, pausing at his pulse point to
gently suckle the tender skin. Knees bent slightly, fingers danced
along the youth's arms, and puffs of warm air caressed the slightly
prickled flesh of his chest, as Marc raked his lips dangerously close
to one of the pebbled peaks. Pausing coyly, he looked up at the
seductee. "Or maybe not quite yet." He smirked at the low moan of
frustration that escaped from the slightly parted lips. "Patience,
dear boy," he straightened and hissed into Ryan's ear, "is a virtue."
"Come with me and close your eyes, " Marc guided Ryan into their
darkened bedroom before beginning the hunt for supplies. Ryan's eyes
opened in surprise at the break of contact and strained, struggling to
see Marc's form moving aroundthe dark room.
"Ryan," the voice teased his ears. "I thought I told you to keep
your eyes closed." He felt arms move around him. "Now I'll have to
punish you."
"But..." he started, but was cut off by a hand clamping over his
mouth.
"Now Ryan," Marc's voice was low and husky, "I thought I told you to
be quiet. If you keep breaking the rules, I'm going to have to tie you
up."
"Hmmm," Ryan groaned in spite of himself at the exciting threat.
"Ah ah ah, that's it, Brat. You leave me no choice." Ryan felt his
body being steered towards the bed. Marc grinned wickedly as his
lover's body caught the light shining in from the hallway. Leaning
down, he murmured into his ear, "I'm going to make you scream tonight,
Brat." Using Ryan's surprise to his advantage, Marc pushed him back
onto the bed, capturing a wrist in his hands. Taking a silk scarf from
the bedside table, he wrapped it around Ryan's wrist and secured it
firmly to the bed post. A second later, it's flailing twin joined it
on the headboard. "There, much better."
Marc leaned back and drank in the vision of his restrained lover. A
thin sheen of sweat covered Ryan's chest, dampening the curls Marc so
enjoyed running his fingers throgh. Blueberry eyes were wide and
mirrored the lust found escaping in shallow pants from the soft,
slightly parted lips.
Unable to resist the masterpiece before him, Marc crouched over
Ryan's prone form and trailed a line of almost chaste kisses down the
hair dusted chest. Pausing at Ryan's navel, a wicked tongue flicked
out and traced the lines of finely sculpted stomach muscles before
dipping into the slightly quivering bellybutton.
Low groans choked Ryan's throat as he fought the urge to scream
encouraging words to his lover.
Marc could hardly contain himself from drooling as his lover
whimpered restlessly beneath him. He slowly straightened, coving
Ryan's body with his own. A fire ignited in his groin as need pressed
against need. He bit his lip, reminding himself of who exactly was
supposed to be in charge here. Regaining his composure, his fingers
slithered between them and cupped the furred sac between Ryan's legs.
Ryan threw his head back and shoved his hips upward, rutting them
against Marc's massaging hand. <>
Just as Ryan was about to tumble into oblivion, Methos released
him and finally thrust two slender fingers into the clenching entrance
between Ryan's back cheeks. Smiling wickedly, he leaned down and ran
his tongue along the tip of his lover's cock.
Mewling cries errupted from Ryan's throat as he desperately
strained towards his lover's touch. He couldn't ever remember
being this ready before, this deliciously primed. His
cock was painfully swollen, drooling bitter sweet pre-cum
as Marc ran his tongue along its underside. Ryan moaned,
pleading for release as he thrust back on those pleasuring
fingers. As they reached and briefly massaged that most
pleasureable of spots, he abandoned the no talking rule.
"Now Marc...please God...now, now, now. I have to, please..." Ryan
babbled.
Hearing the sheer and utter desperation in Ryan's voice, Marc decided
to show mercy for the first time that night, and plunged his lips
downward.
Ryan could have came right there and then. He thrust his hips upward,
lost in the torturous sensation that those naughty lips were bringing.
Marc swirled his tongue down the length of Ryan's cock, marvelling at
the taste of his lover. Determined fingers continued to thrust their
way towards Ryan's prostate as wild cries encouraged their journey
home.
Sweat rolled into Ryan's eyes as he raised his head and looked down
at the arousing image of his lover sucking his cock. He tried in vain
to gulp in mouthfuls of air as the promise of release stole his
breath.
Marc chose that moment to look up, and locked eyes with his frantic
partner. Bobbing his head up and down, he increased the speed of his
plunging fingers. <
earned it. Come for me Ryan, that's it...>>
"Oh God Marc, so good, so good...please now, I need to. I can't wait,
so close...ungh...so fucking close. OH GOD!!!" He came. Screaming.
Marc said a silent prayer of thanks that most of the neighbors were
away for the weekend.
"Ahhhh," Ryan whimpered as every muscle in his body spasmed. In one
incredible burst of strength, he broke his bonds, his fingers
immediately clutching at the sweat drenched curls of his lover.
Marc greedily drank Ryan's well earned release while he gently
stroked his slender hips, patiently calming the young man as shudder
continued to wrack his body. Finally it was over, and Ryan collapsed
against the bed. Reaching for his lover, Ryan pulled him into a
frantic kiss of pure animal lust. Tongues tangled, teeth gnashed, and
lips were thoroughly bruised. The youngest of the pair was first to
pull back. "That was...that was..." he panted.
"Pretty damn good?" Marc gasped breathlessly.
"Oh yeah." Willing himself to form a complete thought, Ryan rasped
out, "If one little movie inspired you to do *that*, maybe there's
some frequent watcher's club or something we should sign up for."
Marc regarded his flushed lover with eyes tinged with amusement.
"Brat, what we did just now? That was only the first 15 minutes of the
movie." Ryan's eyes widened considerably as Marc leaned down and
whispered, "We're just getting started."
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