Actual Boyfriends

Ch 12: Pour Some Sugar On Me

The last half hour of the night was tingling with electricity.
Mark felt it in the clasped hands with his lover. Jack felt it in the eye contact and erratic beating of their hearts, beating a rhythm neither could match in steps anymore.
One of the seven deadly sins had come out to mingle, and the pair were more than eager to play along.
Lust.

Eager to head back to the apartment, Mark attempted to coax the other three of the group into transforming their dancing into a more "relaxed" activity.

With his arm around Miss Malone, Tyler was too in some moods himself. There was lipstick marks down his neck, and his eyes were the size of the moon.
One word from Mark, and the others were keen to escape.
"You four better have fun..." Jack winked, as they paid for their food and found the fresh air again.
Bob and Wade had booked a night at a new hotel.

 As soon as the other pairings left for their hotels, Mark had Jack in the front seat of his car, panting as they kissed hard.
"I think it's time to redo last night on our bed again..." Mark growled at the Irishman, starting the car up. Jack couldn't stifle a moan of pleasure at the words.

As soon as they were back in the apartment, after a quick kiss against the door, the pair were shedding their clothes.
Mark scrambled to grab Jack's tie, before stepping around him and slipping his hands Into a fisherman's knot behind his back.
"Mark!" Jack resisted. But he was pushed against the wall, with a hot mouth kissing down his bellybutton. "Jesus...."

"Now I know how you felt last night... in control... unable to touch..."
Jack moaned in reply, his suit pants undone and pooling around his ankles. He tenderly stepped out of them and kicked them aside. They were only for hire... wouldn't want to explain any stains to the drycleaners.
Mark took him into his mouth, sweetly sucking along his length. Jack shuddered and arched himself against the American's face.
Jack wanted to string his hands through Mark's sexy raven hair and just hold him right where he was.

Mark released Jack's cock and sat against the wall, pulling the Irishman on top of his naked lap, before making out with him messily. He growled against Jack's lips, and held his chin. There was something so primal about him when it came to Jack naked, just like a feline of the jungle breeding with it's mate.
"I love you..." Mark managed between their lips. Jack mumbled something back, biting Mark's bottom lip in a haze of desire.

Mark untied Jack from around his waist, then placed the tie beside him. Jack was immediately pawing at him, just like he did.... Jack leaned down and started sucking on Mark's neck hard, eager to make his mark. Mark moaned, and grabbed under the other man's legs, positioning them on either side of his. Jack was now kneeling, and ready for his intrusion.

After some stretching with his fingers, Jack was more than worked up for Mark to be inside him. He stood up, helping Mark up.
The American kissed him softly, then held Jack's hands in front of their bodies, and tied the red tie back around his hands. Jack hummed, trying not to resist. It was sexy, no doubt about it.

Mark then gently pushed Jack onto the bed, rolling him over and moving his arse into the air. Jack laughed softly and wiggled his behind, teasing Mark.
In return, he received a light spank across both of his cheeks. In instinct he yelped, then giggled, doing so again.
"Do you like that, Jackaboy?" Mark spoke in his deep voice, pressing a kiss to the same spot. "Does Daddy have to teach you a lesson?"
Jack's mouth suddenly dried. Oh this was definitely sexy. He continued his wriggle, only hearing Mark prowling around the bed. Jack knew his body was completely on display, and he loved it.

"I'm your naughty boy..." Jack murmured. He felt a sharp smack across his bottom, and absolutely relished in the gratifying tingle down his body. "Holy fuck..."
Without warning, Mark positioned himself between Jack's cheeks, and slowly entered into him. Jack hissed in surprise, mixed with utter relief.

The sex that followed was wild, and immensely satisfying.
Jack was graciously spanked more times than he has fingers, and Mark's hand was making a beautiful print on the side of the Irishman's butt cheek.
Mark came first, with a primal roar, before flipping Jack over and continuing with an added hand-job, until Jack was holding the sheet with both hands in a full-body shaking experience, still muttering Mark's name over and over again until it was all over.

Mark pulled out and held onto Jack's knees, looking down and admiring their handiwork. Cum was splattered all over, and inside, Jack.
Again, and as always, Mark thought Jack was the most beautiful thing on his earth, and there was nothing that would change his mind. "You're fucking mine... understand?"

Still regaining his breath, Jack closed his eyes and nodded. "I don't want it any other way..."