Love Is Ǝvil

51 Spilled Nut Ain't Nothin' To Cry Over

Marshall felt content in the gray darkness of his waking. His body was heavy and warm, muscles relaxed and mind at ease. The soft pillow under his head asked to sleep just a little longer and the cushy duvet around him agreed, but Marshall was coming awake slowly. Enjoyable. Whenever he had a morning like this, quiet and gentle, he wished this could last. A prolonged feeling of good, that would be a fine basis for life. Though he low-key knew, he'd shrivel in an environment like that. Right now was perfect. Marshall nestled deeper into the embrace, the arm around him comforting and the warm body behind him a delight.

Eventually, he blinked his eyes open. Bright morning light illuminated the room and the blue sky spread out in the window. He liked the color of clear winter skies the most. The promise of a good day. A light touch to the nape of his neck, a lingering kiss and Marshall smiled because of it. A morning this peaceful and with his boyfriend no less felt like wonder coming true. Marshall turned on his back and with the movement metal rubbed at his neck. He still wore the collar. Raising a hand, his fingertips touched the silver with its embedded gem stones. The smile stayed as he looked at his boyfriend. »Mornin'.«

Nicolas nodded in reply, his black eyes watching intently as always and with shadows underneath. »You feel good?«, he asked with a free hand, the other half stuck between them.

Marshall kissed the thin lips for a long moment. He felt better than good.

»You deserve it, you did so good last night.« Nicolas's rough fingertips ghosted over his arm. »I'm so proud of you.«

His cheeks heated up. »Don't mention it.« The memory of last night was filled with arousal and it tugged at his groins. The hard dick in his mouth, the vibration in his butt, all those kisses in between and the unleashed moans, the revealing words, him yielding over his orgasm. That was something to be proud of? Bashful he rubbed over his eyes, but with astonishment he noticed the make-up was gone. Focusing on it, all his body was clean and fresh, no sweat or other stickiness. »Did you clean me up?« Because he hadn't, Marshall was sure.

Nicolas nodded in reply, as if this went without saying.

Another smile on Marshall's lips and another kiss for his boyfriend. Despite his mean grin and his grim expression, Nicolas was a really nice person. Too nice sometimes, but right now Marshall was just grateful. »Thanks.« Interestingly, Nicolas could be mean and nice at the same time, as last night proved. Asking him all those questions and making him weak with all those kisses. As if Marshall stood any chance against his boyfriend with an attack like that, making him spill his secrets just to cum. »You don't have to do that, you know.« A gentle push maybe helped to not have to go through this again. »If you wanna know something, just ask.«

Nicolas smirked. »You avoid answers like the plague.«

»No, I don't.« He flicked against the other's chest.

»Really?« Nicolas raised his eyebrows skeptical. »You'd just tell me, you wanna be a sex slave? Just like that?«

The blush was hot all over his face and his ears and his neck. Marshall shook his head vehemently. »Of course not! Who would want that? Don't be ridiculous. I never said anything like that. Nope.« There was this tug in his groins again.

The black eyes looked at him unimpressed.

»I never said anything about sex slaves«, Marshall doubled down. He hit Nicolas's chest with his fist, more defensive than with strength. »Don't be absurd. I don't live in porn and besides, that wouldn't be my role anyway.« Images of his daydream flickered across his mind: Him bound and at their mercy, a dick in every hole and one waiting in line. Marshall swallowed hard. Memories bubbling up of a night similar like that, but true. He had to look away from his boyfriend, ashamed.