Crush [UPDATED - 10/2022]

[BONUS] April 2019 - Tutor/Mark (OC) Bonus Story - NSFW

Tutor smiles at him, leaning in the doorway to his room. He's outlined by the signature red and magenta lighting, the fishnet stockings still on, the grey slip of underwear lost. Otherwise he's wrapped in nothing but a large, soft t-shirt that Mark recognizes as one of his own. He's been searching for it for quite some time and it's no surprise it ended up in Tutor's closet.

He can't really be mad about it when it looks so much better on him.

Tutor paints a picture of sin; he's a surreal temptation and yet the only thing Mark's heart can do is beat with affection. Carefully he places the plastic bag in his hand on the kitchen island (the fresh takoyaki he brought forgotten for now, though he knows Tutor will probably want a late night snack later) and steps towards the alluring image in front of him.

Coming closer the delicate blush on Tutor's cheeks becomes clear, the bitten raw quality of his bottom lip with traces of lip tint left behind. More than anything though, there's the hungry, glassy shine in his eyes.

"Am I supposed to ask how much?" Mark murmurs, cupping Tutor's face between his hands.

Tutor's fingers curl into the waistband of his sweatpants at the same time, drawing him in.

"You know how it goes - no money no honey." Tutor jokes before Mark leans down, presses his tongue into his mouth, distorting the smirk that has formed on his face.

Tutor reciprocates the kiss with a voracity that is by now familiar to Mark. He knows it means that his live left him unsatisfied, wetting his appetite for something more substantial. They kiss in a haze, hands roaming, bodies curving towards one another. The more space of Tutor's body Mark's hands cover, the more intent he seems to roll his hips forward. Tutor' hands wander as well, palming the shape of his gradually hardening cock through the fabric of his sweatpants, eager and impatient.

"That bad?" Mark asks between one kiss and the next.

"I don't know. Not really. Just – could be having you instead of wanking in front of the cam." Tutor grumbles.

He's adorably close to sounding like a whiny kid.

"At least you get paid for it?"

The only answer he gets for that is a frustrated groan and a bite to his bottom lip, before Tutor swallows his laughter.

They stumble into the bedroom and eventually Mark has Tutor pressed down into the bed, into the sheets, into his ridiculous nest of pillows where not even half an hour ago Tutor was getting himself off for a couple hundred people. The room still smells faintly of sex, Tutor's shampoo and what Mark realizes is his own cologne. Fondness expands in his chest. The kiss grows softer, slower.

Tutor reaches up and rests a hand against the side of Mark's neck lightly as he sucks on the tip of his tongue, lazy but deliberate, a hum coming from his chest.

"You look ridiculous." Mark murmurs against his mouth.

Tutor draws a bit back for a second.

Slowly Mark lets his hand glide down, over the smoothness of Tutor's thighs until he reaches the stockings and slides one after the other off of Tutor's legs. His fingertips smooth over the indents left on his skin with an appreciation. As exciting as Tutor's outfits could be, this is King and Mark has no interest in him, his desire entirely belongs to Tutor, bare and raw and real.

Tutor grins against his mouth, playfully nipping on his lips.

"They wanted fishnets. I don't know what to tell you."

"Was the t-shirt part of the show as well?"

"No, I was a little cold while I waited for you and I know you love it when I wear your clothes."