Page 15 of Spilled Ink

The man shuddered for him, cock pushing into his hand. "Good, babe, that's good. Now come here. Let me get you wet."

"You like it hands and knees or face-to-face?"

"I like you any way I can get you. But the way we were before is good." Settling back, Mark pulled at him until he straddled those muscled thighs, Mark's cock prodding his belly. Two slick fingers pushed at him, just like that. "This work?"

"Yeah." He bore down, let the frisson of burn slide right up his fucking spine, burying itself in his brain. Thick and callused, Mark's fingers pressed in, opening him up. Fucking spearing him. It made him moan, made him want more. And more. His head fell back, throat working as he moved, bounced on those fingers, let them spread him.

"Goddamn." Mark breathed it across his mouth, pushing up on the other hand to kiss him. "Fucking hot, babe. Tight. Need more."

"Fuck me." He met Mark's eyes, slowly pulled up off those fingers so that he could have more.

"Yeah. Please." Lying back, Mark grabbed his hips, lifting him, pulling him up, then down. Broad, hot even through the glove, Mark's cock pushed at his hole, demanding. This deep sound tore out of his throat as he pushed right down, rocking a couple times to take all of that thick prick, let it fill him up. Man, it had been a long time... But Mark fit. Like the man was fucking made for him. Filled him all the way and then some. Mark's eyes met his, blazing up at him as the man began to move.

He leaned forward, hands landing on the mattress, his hair falling all around them.

"Oh. Oh, God." Arching up, Mark pushed into him over and over, one hand coming up to touch his hair like it was irresistible, like Mark had to have a hand in it.

He leaned closer, pushing toward that touch. "Feels fucking good, man. So right."

"Uh-huh. More." More meant moving, and Mark did plenty of that, starting up a deep, grinding rhythm.

Rooster squeezed every time Mark pulled out, every time that prick threatened to pull away from him. It made Mark gasp, hips jerking and shoving back in. Mark's skin flushed up so pretty, begged for bruises and bites. And ink. God, the ink he could put on this man.

"Want to touch you, mark you all over." He leaned down, teeth sinking into Mark's skin.

"Fuck yes." Going stiff under him, Mark clutched him close, moaning as he bit again. "Want to wear you, man."

"Yes." God, yes. He could spend years exploring. Touching. Stroking. Biting.

Yanking him down, Mark kissed him hard, hand going between them to grab his cock and start stroking. Yeah. Jesus. More. He cried out into Mark's lips, bucking and arching, driving himself toward that touch.

"Fuck, yeah." Mark had lost all finesse, slamming up into him, that cock opening him so wide, filling him so deep, hitting his gland finally, over and over.

"Mark!" He screamed it out, coming so hard it hurt, making him throb, all through.

"Mnnhhhh." Like a chain reaction, Mark came, too, thrusting hard into him, body convulsing under his.

He slumped down against Mark's muscles, letting Mark hold him.

"Got you. Got, you, babe. Nothing gonna happen to you." Those arms wrapped around him so tight, holding him. Fucking keeping him right there.

"Stay, yeah?" Rooster asked. Right here. All night.

"Gonna. Promise. Got nowhere to go but here."

That was what he wanted to hear. That was the perfect fucking thing to say.

"Cool." He pulled the blankets up over them both, settling in. Staying.

The rest of the world could leave them alone. Mark was getting past his shit. Rooster would get by his, too.

Maybe they could do it together.

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