Pure~Markson

Give In

Jackson moved his hands up to massage his shoulders. This drew a moan from Mark. Whenever Jackson massaged him, he tended to move his hips. This was driving Mark crazy right now, growing inside his pants.

"Oh, god," He mumbled into the pillow.

"Turn over, sweetie," Mark turned over. Jackson kissed him sweetly, at least until he was pulled down and his body fell on top of him.

"I know you want me," Mark moved his head over and placed his lips on Jackson's ear. "Take me."

Mark couldn't hold himself back anymore. His urges and lustful needs needed to be satisfied. NOW.

Jackson didn't want to, though. His thoughts ran wild, the thoughts he had when he was by himself. When he saw those pair of underwear on him, he thought that there was a possibility that, just maybe, those dreams could come true.

"Come on, don't be scared," He began placing kisses all over his neck. "Guess what?"

"Yes?"

His lips went back to his ear. "I still have my panties on. Just for you."

Jackson sighed. "I don't want to hurt you, baby."

"Ugh," He thrusted his hips up to brush his. "God, please, I can't wait any longer, I want you, I need you, I - Just please Jackson!"

His desperaity broke him. Whilst sucking on Mark's neck and nipping at the skin, he slipped his hand under his shirt and rubbed his tummy. He mewled softly. It was one of the stereotypical cat things that he possessed. It made him writhe under Jackson, moaning.

Mark's hands went straight down. Jackson caught them and held his wrists in both hands.

"MmmMmm," He shook his head. "Hands off."

After unbuckling his pants, Jackson noticed that Mark was moaning. He had moved his hands back down.

"Oh, Mark...Gonna have to tie you up." A glint lit up in his eyes.

Mark held up his wrists. "Please?"

Since he had these thoughts quite often, he was prepared to put them in action. In the back of the second drawer in their nightstand, were a set of satin ties and a blindfold. When he pulled them out, the air grew thick.

Mark's hands were tied to the bars of the bed frame. Jackson smoothed out the blindfold. He saw Mark's eyelashes flutter in slow motion as he placed it over his eyes and tied it behind his head.

He took off the other's shorts and smiled. Smiling turned into laughing.

"What? What's wrong?"

"You're all tied up, and I haven't taken off your sweater."

Thinking that they would be easy to slip out of, Mark pulled at the ties. Jackson giggled again.

After the awkward situation of untying a blindfolded Mark just to take off his sweater, then tying him back up, his whole body was exposed. This didn't affect him though; He knew Jackson would treat his body kindly.

His back arched off the bed in surprise when he ghosted his lips from his neck to his hipbone in one quick breath. Everything that Jackson did triggered his senses and made it seem like he was exaggerating his reactions - when he definitely was not.

"Please...Jackson..." Mark whined. His body was squirming and his breaths heavy.

For a second, he contemplated teasing him more, make him really beg. But he looked so needy and pretty in those pink panties, he couldn't resist.

He took off his tank top, leaving them both in just their bottoms.

Jackson went to grab lube from the drawer when Mark's tail wrapped around his wrist.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." The lack of physical touch was getting to him. "I'm ready for you, just..."

Mark's ears folded down and got buried in his brunette locks..

"Are you okay?" Jackson was starting to actually get concerned.

"Just..." Lust and want and pure need dripped from his voice. "Fuck me."

In a rush, Jackson took off his boxers and threw them into the void that was the floor. He was about to yank the underwear down until they reached Mark's ankles and fuck him senseless.

Just to tease him a bit more, he grabbed the edge of the panties in his teeth and pulled them down to his ankles. They were damp from lubrication. He really was ready. Mark could feel his breath and lips gliding along his skin and he whined.

Finally, Jackson hovered above him. With no mercy, he thrusted and began directly hitting Mark's prostate. If his ears bent any more, they would break off his head. His tail found Jackson's wrist and held it tight.

As the bed began to shake, Mark yanked at the restraints. Even under the blindfold, he could see that Mark's eyes were squeezed shut. Loud, breathy moans and strings of obscenities left his mouth.

Spontaneously, he came in a broken cry. Jackson definitely wouldn't leave unsatisfied, so he kept up his thrusts and his pace.

The sight of Mark's kitten ears straining in pleasure, ribs visible from his heavy breathing, lips parted so wide that his lips might crack, the pressure of his tail wrapped around his wrist, cum dripping out of the tip of his cock and all over his stomach, it sent Jackson over the edge. He came inside of him and it spilled out onto the sheets.

Mark felt Jackson filling him up and the feeling brought him to climax again. He came hard all over his own stomach.

Jackson pulled out of him and went to the bathroom to get a towel. After wiping them both off, he untied Mark. When he took off the blindfold, his eyes were extremely drowsy - looking.

The hybrid was shivering a bit, so he pulled them under the duvet and took him into his arms. Mark closed his eyes. He was so exhausted.

"Twice, huh?" Jackson giggled. He let out a weak laugh and smiled.

"Guess heat isn't so bad," Mark mumbled.

"You sure got that right. I love you, kitten."

Mark yawned and cuddled closer to Jackson. "I love you, too..."