Actual Boyfriends

Ch 9: Smitten with Smut.

Mark's breath caught in his throat.
Daddy?
Holy shit, that's actually pretty hot.
Jack's sweet mouth kissing along his cock distracted him from his thoughts. "Jesus Christ..."
Jack chuckled softly and kept going.

It was moments before Jack stood up and sat down on Mark's legs. He started to jerk Mark off softly, spreading the saliva clinging to his skin and work it like a lube. Mark couldn't hide the gratifying grin he wore.
Jack was biting his lip hard, holding back his desire to just fuck him there and then, without any warning. Instead he stretched over and above Mark and pressed their erections together, with only the barrier of his  underwear.

(( Literal cock block. Haha  sorry. ))

Mark groaned and panted, tensing in the belt restraint. "Oh Ah... Sean!"
"If you say my name like that again, I'll gag you."
"Not with your socks, I hope." Mark joked, biting his own lip. "I wish I could see you now, all sweaty over me..." He moaned softly at the image, and tensed again between the leather.
" You should see yourself. It's any wonder I can control myself." Jack bent down and nibbled on Mark's chest, licking the sweat off his skin.
You know that desirable smell someone has where it's not mixing with their deodorant? The smell on their clothes?
 Yeah, Mark had just that. He  smelt so warm and personally musky. It was intoxicating.

Jack growled, and in an instant, jumped off the bed and slid the last piece of clothing off his body. He nearly tripped over them in his rush, but sprung back to the bed and back to Mark's face.
He tenderly kissed him again, with a hint of need in his touch.
" Can I please take you now? I can't hold back anymore." Jack muttered, stringing his fingers through Mark's hair desperately.
Mark quickly kissed him back, before answering, "I never thought you'd ask..." He grinned.

Jack was quick to spot the lubricant and spread it over himself, and then inside Mark.
" Just go for it, don't worry about stretching me- Ah God!" Mark screamed as Jack was, for the first real time rather than an erotic dream, inside him.
Jack whimpered but stilled, "Holy fuck- Mark..."
" I- I hope you enjoy this as much as I am..." Mark exhaled, then squeezed himself around Jack's length.
Jack grit his teeth and forced himself to not climax on the spot.

He started a soft rhythm of thrusting inside the American. They were both panting hard, eager to reach an orgasm. Jack was concentrating on Mark's abs, moving with their mingled movements. It left him with dry lips not even his tongue could slick again.
And the soft sounds Mark made, was even the more remarkable. If only you could hear them.

" Oh fuck it, sit up Mark."
Mark went to sit up, swearing softly as his body resisted slightly. Jack pulled out and helped him up. He then undid the belt and chucked it to the floor, instantly feeling Mark's hands pawing his body hungrily.
"You're so smooth." Mark smiled, before using one hand to take off his blindfold, blinking away the darkness. His gorgeous brown eyes stared him up and down, already dark with lust. "You better continue fucking me..."

Jack slipped from his strong arms and lay across the bed. "Sit on me." He commanded.
And so Mark did, hissing as he let Jack enter him again. As soon as they started moving again, Mark never once let his hands leave Jack's naked body, those brown eyes drinking in the view.
Jack closed his eyes, getting closer and closer to his finish. It really didn't help that Mark's muscled legs rippled with every hip thrust above him.
And then, Mark broke his gaze to shut his eyes and bite his lip yet again, curving his hips around the thrusts, hitting his sweet prostate.

Then, all at once, they came loudly. Mark shuddered and called out Jack's name, riding out his climax, as Jack held onto Mark's strong arms and muttered out his name over and over. His cheeks were red with pleasure as his body too was overcome with internal sparks of satisfaction.
It was like a year's worth of sexual tension left their bodies, leaving them slightly light-headed.

When it was over, they stilled for a few moments, just absorbing the very recent memories.

They separated their sticky bodies, Mark flopping onto the bed beside Jack. They slowly regained their breath, laughing softly.
Jack held out his hand and stroked Mark's chin lovingly.
Mark closed his eyes and held Jack's hand in his before kissing the pads of his thumb.

" You're amazing."
" I think we both were..." Jack giggled.
" No, that's not what I mean... I love you."