Page 57 of Marcus in Retrograde
“Do you want to just sleep there?”
“As long as you’re next to me naked, I don’t care.”
Had I really just said that? Wow. This was a lot for my poor ‘people suck’ brain to absorb. I didn’t like that my whole modus operandi seemed to beall inorall out, with no in between.
Once I’d realized I was demiromantic, it was a lot easier to deal with not lusting after people like most of my friends did. Hookups, one-night stands, short term relationships were not on my radar. If I didn’t have an emotional, intellectual relationship, my libido just wasn’t interested. I couldn’t get excited over random sex.
A blessing and a curse. Kieran had been one of the few men who had been willing to try and form that connection, and I had found him on a dating site that was a little less popular and lot less sticky than Grindr.
Before that, had been the three year mess with Hans that had imploded badly. So badly it had been years until I could recover part of my property from him in a civil suit. So badly, none of our mutual friends remained mutual, and none of the ones who sided with him could convince him to give me so much as a pair of underwear.
So badly that after he lost the civil case, he moved back to Austria and I think changed his name. which was better for all parties involved. Self-absorbed fucker.
And Logan. Who I’d fallen in love with, and he then just as quickly fallen out of love with me. He’d tried to drag me into a poly relationship with him and the new guy, but he was using it as an excuse to keep a place to live and cheat on me right under my nose.
I might like some kink, but being cuckolded was not one of them.
“What if Pollux has to pee?” I finally asked.
“Potty patch,” he grumbled half awake.
“That’s in here.” I had already started to get off the bed. We couldn’t leave the animals in the other apartment.
“Ugh, shit you’re right,” Marcus said, tossing a hand over his eyes.
Leaning over him in the bed, I pressed a kiss to his lips. “Be right back,voce.”
Pollux was still curled up around his kittens in the box, and once I convinced him to walk, I moved everyone into the other apartment and got them settled.
Five minutes later I was tucked into Marcus and sound asleep.
* * *
My boner was pokingMarcus’s ass. It was distinctly not a pee-hard-on. It was well and truly morning wood, and I was pretty sure that Marcus was not awake, yet.
Which meant I could think of ways to wake him up. My still sleep addled brain was working way better than it should be at that point.
Nestling closer to him, I slipped my erection between his cheeks, and slid it back and forth, nudging his taint at the far end. I wrapped a hand around his hip and found that I wasn’t the only one suffering with morning wood.
I paused to grab the lube and quickly slicked my fingers and my erection and chucked it behind me. I slowly started moving again, bumping over his hole and nudging against his sac. My other hand was around his dick, following the rhythm of my movements behind him.
“Mmm,” Marcus mumbled. “That’s nice.”
“Just stay,” I murmured in his ear.
Another contented hum slipped out of him and he pressed his head back toward me. I kept a slow and steady pace, both with my hand and cock. He felt so damn good pressed against me, in my hand, over my erection.
I felt his body tremble a few minutes later, and his breath was more a gasp than anything else.
“Want to come,” he whispered.
My other hand wasn’t busy at the moment, and I snaked it down his back, to the top of his ass and slowly further, reaching for his hole and brushing against it, over it a few times. Marcus’ whole body shook, and I felt his shaft jerk in my hand. I held him just a little bit tighter, and as I brushed over him again, the tip of my cock pressing against his balls, he let out a sigh of relief and I felt him shoot his release into the sheets.
He pressed his thighs together when he recovered, and gave my cock a tighter place to slide through. I pressed my dick in harder against him with the hand that had just jerked him off and in a just few pumps later, I came.
My cum spread on his thighs and ass, but he let out a satisfied breath, then rolled over. He leaned over and gave me a long, sensual kiss. “Morning, baby. I think there’s a shower in our future.”
“And a load of laundry,” I teased.
