Stripped Down - A Septiplier Story -

Chapter Four (XXX)

POV SHIFT: 3rd Person

Mark closes the door and pushes Sean back onto the leather sofa. Mark climbs onto him, and presses his lips onto his neck. He grins as he nips lightly, playing with his boundaries. Sean tangles his hands in the older's hair, and moves him to sit on the couch.

Sean climbs on top of him, his knees on either side of Mark's hips. Sean leans down and connect their lips once again, he grinds down onto Mark's member. Mark lets out a soft moan and trails his fingers down Sean's chest.

"How.." Sean kisses him again, "Did one day, I thought you hated me. And now we're about to fuck on this couch?"

"Shit happens." Mark breathes, kissing down the other's neck and chest. He hooks his thumbs into Sean's yoga pants and tugs them down. "I've always wondered how you look naked." Mark says with a soft chuckle.

"You're a fuckin dweeb." Sean giggles, standing up. He hook my thumbs into his waist band of his  boxers, pulling down just enough to see the end of his V-line.

Sean pulls his boxers down to reveal his hard on. Mark looks up and down his slender form.

"Oh yeah I can work with that." Mark chuckles. "Turn around and bend over. Right here." Mark points in front of him.

"Who says you get to top?" Sean giggles as he turns around, and gently trails his hands down his thighs until he's at his ankles. Mark lets out a groan, "I always top."

Mark groans, "God you have a great ass.." Sean turns around, palming himself gently.

"You don't get to touch." Mark says, pulling Sean onto him. Sean's member pressed against Marks stomach. Mark trails his hands down and slaps Seans ass harshly before grabbing it. Sean lets out a groan, tilting his head back.

"Please.. Please Mark.." Sean purrs, reaching between them and tracing finger down his hard on.

"Please what, Clover?" Mark teases, reaching down and jerking the Irishman slowly.

"Mark please fuck me." Sean groans, thrusting his hips towards the hand that is pleasuring him.

Mark reaches between the couch cushions and grabs a small bottle of lube, and a condom.

"Stand up. Hands on the back of the couch, knees on the seats." Mark commands, pouring lube over his fingers.

"Okay, bossy.." Sean obeys, Mark steps forward and presses his index finger against Sean's entrance.

"Mark this isn't my first time. Please." Sean begs.

Mark presses two fingers into him, curling them up immediately. Sean lets out a moan, his forearms flexing harshly.

Mark scissors his fingers, brushing against the Irishman's prostate with each movement. Sean groans and leans forward, his chest resting on the back of the couch.

Mark adds another finger, and brushes against his prostate again.

"Mark please. Please! Please.." Sean groans, leaning back.

"If I do anything that you don't like, tell me and I'll stop. I tend to get.. rough." Mark says softly. Discarding his boxers and rolling on a condom. He pours lube onto it and presses the blunt head against Seans opening.

"Are you ready?" Mark asks.

"God yes.. please Mark. Hurry the fuck up!" Sean groans, a slight chuckle in his voice, pushing back slightly. Mark begins to slide himself in, moaning quietly. He reaches underneath Sean, pressing up against his chest. Sean rises up until his back is pressed against Marks chest. Mark puts his hands on his hips, and pulls out and presses back in, testing the waters.

Sean groans, reaching behind him and grabbing Mark's shoulders. Mark runs his hands up Sean's chest, setting a steady pace. Mark runs his hand higher, resting on Sean's collarbone.

"Can I.." Mark says as he wraps his hand around Sean's throat. Sean nods, as Mark places his knee on the sofa to give himself more leverage.

Mark begins to thrust faster, his breath heavy on the other mans neck. Mark begins to apply pressure to the other man's throat. Sean moans softly, his moans muffled by the pressure. "Such a good slut.."

Sean taps Marks hand, and Mark releases his neck. Sean hisses in a breath and moans loudly. He leans his head back onto Marks shoulder and Mark bites down on his ear lobe.

"Mark." Sean moans, his moans getting higher in pitch. Mark pushes Sean down over the back of the couch, pinning his lower half to the back of the couch. Mark grabs Sean's shoulders and begins to thrust harder.

"Mark I'm gonna cum.." Sean moans.

Mark grins and slaps Sean's ass harshly. Kneading the skin afterwards. "You're such a dirty slut. Taking my cock so easily. Begging for it."

Sean groans at this, chanting Marks name like it was the only thing he ever knew. He tightens around Mark and cums..hard. He screams Mark's name, hitting the couch. Mark pulls out, and peels off the condom, jerking his rock hard member slowly.

"Get on your knees Sean." Mark orders. Sean, still coming down from his high, turns around and obeys. Getting on his knees in front of the older man. He reaches forward and tries to put Mark in his mouth. Mark pushes him away slightly.

"I'm gonna fuck your throat." Mark whispers. Sean looks up at him, lust glazed eyes and nods. Opening his mouth.

"Just relax your jaw baby.. just like that.." Mark says, sliding his member into his mouth slowly. Mark groans as he feels himself in Sean's throat. He gives Sean no time at all before he starts thrusting harshly. He grabs the back of the others neck, thrusting the fastest he had tonight.

Sean moans, causing vibrations to go straight through Mark. Mark groans, his head tilted back and eyes closed.

"You keep that up and I'm gonna cum in no time." Mark moans, looking down at Sean's tear stained face. "Such a good little slut. I'm gonna cum all over that pretty little face." Mark says.

Sean looks up at him and gives him an innocent look. Mark pulls out, and Sean continues the motion Mark had set with his hand.

"Please cum for me daddy." Sean whispers, he continues the motion until he feels the hot ropes on his face.

Mark moans loudly, knees nearly buckling.

"You're so good at that.." Mark moans.

"I try." Sean chuckles. Standing to his feet, his balance still impaired. Mark takes his hand and leads him to the futon. He causes it to lay down as a bed would, and crawls onto it.

"C'mere. I won't bite." Mark says softly.

"That's funny. Cause you did." Sean laughs, reaching up to his ear.

"I would have marked you up more if you didn't have to be shirtless for your job."

Sean crawls onto the futon with him, and Mark somehow produces a blanket and drapes it over them.

"Thank you for tonight." Sean whispers.