The obsession that led to love.

Over and over again.

🚩 MATURE CONTENT 🚩

It was hot in Brazil and all of them slept early this night.
Except for Peter and Mark, sat outside, looking at their new neighborhood.
''It's temporary ?"
Peter nodded, smoking his cigarette slowly.
''Shame, i think i like Brazil.''
Mark said, pulling his still too long hair out his face.
(Peter liked his hair this way too but Mark was struggling with sensory issues, Larry told him.)
''We're here since yesterday babe.''
Peter answered, passing a hand on the other man's back.
He knew Mark would like Brazil, Salvador strangely matched his mind. And by that, Peter meant that you could easily be lost in it.

Mark breathed the saturated air, closing his eyes. It made Peter remember why he fell in love with him.
The sunset making Mark's skin shine, his eyes appearing like orbs...
He couldn't say how much he loved Mark, he knew it would take some time for the man to trust him, and to answer.
In a way, he waited for Mark to speak first.
They shared a look, Peter authorizing himself a soft smile.
A hand fell on his face almost softly.
''Why are you smiling like an idiot ?"
Peter's smile grew wider.
The hand went away, traveling to Peter's neck, shoulder, back.
He sighed.

''Can i take you in my arms ?"
He asked, Mark frowned and sighed but nodded anyway, so Peter did.
''One day, if you still like Brazil, we'll come as tourists and not fugitives.''
He rubbed Mark's waist, putting his chin on Mark's skull.
''Don't be so corny, Strahm. I know you're just trying to find a way for me to forgive your audacity.''
Peter sighed loudly, acting.
''Didn't work ?"
Mark shook his head, still in Peter's arms.
''Well...'' he placed a light kiss to Mark's forehead. ''Maybe we can find a way together ?"
The embrace ended suddenly. Mark watched him in the eyes, dead serious.
A hot finger travelled on Peter's lips.
''No big boy. YOU will find a way. You told me you were good with those fingers. Use it, and i'll see.''

Peter opened his lips to bite the digit.
''I like when you're directive with me, babe...''
The finger travelled on the chin.
''But i'm not one to take orders.''
Mark's eyes followed his lips as he spoke.
''I heard you liked taking orders...''
Mark nodded slowly.
''Yours only...'' he whispered, cheeks red.
Peter smiled hungrily.
''Then go to your room and wait for me. On the bed.''
Hoffman stood rapidly and nearly ran to the room.
Peter was debating with himself on weither smoking an other cigarette or chasing Mark through the house.
He lit a cigarette.

The door opened on Mark, sat on the bed, on his knees. His cheeks were still red and his hair fell on his eyes.
He looked so good Peter could die from it.
He approached the bed asking himself if it really was Mark Hoffman in front of him, obediant, patient.
One of his knees pushed on the matress as he went to kiss Mark.
Their kisses never changed, they stayed messy with a lot of tongue, teeth, moanings.
They liked it that way, it described them well.
Mark's hands was all over Peter's body, searching, gripping, scratching.
Peter was more steady in his positions, hands on Mark's hips, forcing on his lips to taste more of him.
They liked it that way too.

''Tell me what you want, baby''
Peter asked and Mark watched him with shiny, pleading eyes.
''You...'' he whispered. ''All of you'' he breathed.
Peter only nodded, too amazed to do anything else.
Mark touched his chest, nearly tearing the shirt appart when he lifted it.
Peter's chest was strewn with scars, moles and scratches (Mark's scratches), he was perfect.
Peter threw his shirt away, allowing Mark to touch his brown nipples.
The man watched in from below, his lids falling on his eyes as he began to kiss the chest. Peter sighed lovingly, brushing Mark's hair as he felt hands on his belt.

The said belt was next to be thrown, falling beside the shirt. Mark's hands went up the chest, scratching the hot skin once again, as his lips went down the boxer's elastic band.
''It's not your first time, i see...'' Peter moaned feeling the hot breath on his bladder.
Blue eyes attached his.
''First time touching if you want to know.''
Mark talked against his navel.
''I only do that with you... Love.''
The confession made Peter moan in a smile.
Mark unbuttoned his green khakis, pushing them down, throwing his fingers in the boxers to touch Peter's butt.
His chin was laying on the man's belly, watching him from under his eye lashes.
''Any orders, Sir ?"