Septiplier: The Dirty Version

The Moving Night

Jack's p.o.v.
You get home about twenty minutes later, expecting to go in his basement or something and find out that's where you'll be staying. In a cold, lonely, dark basement. Without anybody to cuddle. You start to feel sad but when you see his house you notice there are no basements nor attics to be cold and lonely in. Neither is there a second bedroom.
"Make yourself at home." Mark says.
You lay your bag next to the couch and ask if you'll be sleeping on the couch tonight.
"Why of course not silly. You'll be sleeping in my room. In my bed." He said in his deep, dark, sexy voice. You smile and take your bag to his room. You notice as soon as you walk in there are rose petals everywhere and a circle of candles. Mark comes in after you and closes the door. And locks it. You start sweating imagining the things they would do later that night.
"What are you doing Mark?"
"Something I should've done long ago." He takes your bag and sets it down on the floor while he gently pushes you down onto the bed. He slowly unbuttons your shirt and shimmies your pants off. He whispers in your ear, "I love you."
You've been waiting to hear those words all your life and finally you dream was coming true. "I love you too." He sexily takes off his shirt and pant no problem but I gaze down at his boxers and see how big he is. He was HUGE while flaccid, just imagine when erected. Dear God. He lifts your legs up onto his shoulders and rubs his dick against yours. You become hard as a stone. He rips off your underwear aggressively and puts your dick into his mouth. But before he can get too carried away you stick your hand down his boxers and pump him. He moans while continuing to suck. You keep pumping you both are ready to come and when you do, so does mark, almost two seconds behind you. His boxers are a mess now and are practically the color of snow. He flips you over on your back and you arch your back as he enters you. You yelp. "I can stop if you want me to."
"No keep going." He thrusts his full self back into me. Your eyes start to water but you take the pain. And he starts slowly bucking his hips to the rhythm of your heartbeat but then him and your heartbeat are in a race and he clearly won since he filled me to the brim. "I've loved you since highschool." I said.
"Than why didn't you tell me sooner goofball. We could've been doing this a lot more often."
"I would've died by now." I responded.
"Not on my watch."
You feel sleep thinking about Mark. And Mark thinking about you.
P.s
They dropped out of college and became famous youtubers. Living the rest of their days happy and content.