Love Is Ǝvil

30 Bipolar With the Switch-Up As Quick

Should he get naked? Marshall eyed the motel bed curiously. Should he get on there and strike a sexy pose? Maybe he should prepare himself a little before Nicolas came in? His boyfriend wasn't all that careful with Marshall's ass, a little obsessed but not careful. If Marshall took some time now and prepared, they could get to the fun part sooner and it'd be easier afterward. Finally a good idea, little gay looking boy!

He halted in his steps to the bed. Was he now fine with getting fucked in the ass? When had that happened? Sure, it felt good, amazing even, but ... He couldn't come up with a but. Except for yours there ain't no butts to fuck with here. He liked it, a lot, and he wanted it. At Halloween he had so much as begged for it. Was that when it happened? He must've been second-hand drunk, that was a thing.

"Don't be ridiculous", he growled to himself. He liked what he liked, no excuses. Besides, Nicolas wanted in his ass just as much as Marshall wanted him in there. A perfect match. If he could show everyone that he liked to wear a skirt, underhandedly show them but that still counted, then he could be at least truthful to himself: He wanted Nicolas to fuck him. Period.

At the memory of how that particular act felt like, a hot shiver ran through his body. Back to the real problem: How to welcome Nicolas tonight? It was their first alone time since the quickie and he wanted it to count. He needed it to count. If he waited for him naked, would that send the wrong signal? Perhaps it looked a little too desperate, too wanton, too debauched? It would send the correct signal, needy slut. Was that something Nicolas was into or not?

Huh. Marshall didn't actually know what Nicolas was into in bed. Sure, he wanted to chain Marshall to a bed, he had said, but for what exactly, like specifically what for? Would he use handcuffs? Or rope? How did he want to get rough, even painful? With his bare hands? Or whips? Knifes probably, with his propensity for blood and walking around in public with a real fucking sword. How about other sex toys? Like cockrings? Vibrators? Anal beads? Gags maybe, wasn't like he could hear Marshall scream anyway, so why bother. Or something else, perhaps, something he hadn't thought about yet? There was a good deal of sexual perversion written into his songs, if it wasn't anything off of that list, Nicolas was pretty deep into this. Marshall just didn't know.

Now that he thought about it, he should've brought handcuffs. That would send the right signal: Marshall naked and handcuffed to the bed, all willing and open for Nicolas to take him. Why didn't he think of that sooner? Thinking ain't your strong suit, your pussy ain't the brightest. Had he time to drive back home? His watch said: No, Nicolas should be here any minute. Curses.

With Marshall's luck, Nicolas would invoke his stupid no-sex rule again and they'd end up cuddling all night or some nice shit like that. That he could not have! On that impulse he started to undress. Strip to the buff, little slut, get you naked. Slip it off, take it off, show it all. Strip to the buff, little slut, wanna see you naked. Slip it off, get me off, suck it all. He hummed the cheery melody. Of course he appreciated how Nicolas tried for them to get to know each other and make this into a proper relationship, Marshall really valued the sentiment, but they only saw each other about once a week and usually that didn't include any sexy time. If this went on any longer, Marshall would start to crawl up the walls.

He knew himself well enough, sooner or later he'd cheat on Nicolas eventually. Marshall always fucked things up. But he wanted that to be later - best never, of course, but that didn't seem to be in the cards for him. Hadn't been for the last two decades, there was no reason to think he suddenly turned into a saint now. It wasn't like he loved Nicolas and even though he had - and still did - loved Kim, he still had cheated on her plenty. But before he fucked things up with his boyfriend, he wanted to enjoy the time with him and as much of that time as possible. Which included sex. Which would also be greatly prolonged by sex.