Chills ran down Jack's body as he felt the early morning air hit his now exposed member. He wanted to pull his shirt down to cover himself, but Mark would not let him. He held a firm grip on Jack's t-shirt, which actually belonged to Mark. Mark found himself getting aroused at the sight of his boyfriend's naked body in one of his t-shirts.
Mark reached around and turned off the stove, turning his lover to face him. Running a hand down Jack's sides, Mark picked Jack up and sat him on the counter. He made easy work of the Irishman's remaining clothing, gently parting Jack's legs and standing between them.
Mark slid his tongue between Jack's lips, caressing his thighs and exploring the taste of his lover's mouth. Jack laced his fingers through Mark's messy hair, gripping the silky strands in his fists, he moaned into Mark's mouth as he melted into his lover's soft lips. As they parted, Mark's tongue ran wetly against Jack's lips.
Mark placed soft kisses along Jack's jaw line, moving down to his neck. He sucked and nipped at the supple skin, leaving red marks all across his lover's throat. Mark trailed down to Jack's chest, moving down to the Irishman's lower half. Mark stopped just above the base of Jack's length, placing his hand on the arousal.
Jack threw his head back with a sharp moan, feeling Mark's wet tongue move along his length. "Nghh-Mark...the-Ah-pancakes-," Jack moaned breathily. Mark lifted his head from between his lover's legs and smiled devilishly. "Why would I eat pancakes when I can eat you for breakfast?"
