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Passionate​ Fire PART3

JACK'S POV

I sighed and sat down on the coffee table in front of him and ran my hands through my hair, my head between my legs.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered, my voice cracking. I just wanted to feel his arms around me... One more time even if it's not love from his side.

I felt a year fall down my cheek as I tried to keep in a desperate sob. It was a lot harder to keep myself from him than I had ever thought.

MARKS POV

I heard him choke out a sob and a tear fell from my eye. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, sitting up.

I opened my eyes and looked to the floor, hoping I wasn't making the biggest  mistake of my entire life.

I held breath as I reached out to him.

JACKS POV

I couldn't hold back my sobs any longer and I cried out his name, begging to God I wasn't making a big mistake.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and another sob escaped from me. I turned to him, ready for rejection.

"Mark I'm so s-" I was stopped by his lips against mine. It was a slow, gentle kiss, purely of love.

Mark pulled me into his lap and deepened the kiss, using his tounge to make it even more passionate.

The kiss quickly turned from gentle and sweet, to desperate and hard, all of our feelings finally flooding to the surface.

His hand trailed down to the crotch of my jeans and he rubbed up and down, making me moan.

I moved my hips torward him, desperate for as much of him as I could get.

MARKS POV

"I've wanted this for so long..." I said, only separating our lips millimeters. I resumed the kiss even harder, laying him on the table.

"Are you ready?" I said, my hand ready to pull off his jeans the second he said yes. "Yes... Please Mark..Make me yours..." He whispered, his eyes full of lust.

I made quick work of his clothing, throwing it all to the side, out of our way. I pulled off my flannel and jeans, leaving myself​ only in my dark gray boxers just to tease him.

I slid between his legs, kissing his neck and intentionally leaving a hickey. He moaned and I ground myself against him, knowing he was desperate, but I wanted him as prepared as he could be.

"M-Mark... P-Please..." He moaned, desperation filling his tone. "Shh..." I said, grinding against him harder, making his back arch.

I pulled off my boxers, my fully erect member bouncing out. Jack stared at it with wide eyes, fear and curiosity dancing within them.

"W-Will it fit?" He whispered, swallowing. I nodded and when I got closer his entire body tensed, his eyes widening even more.

"Relax Jack. It won't hurt as much if you are." I said, knowing how scary this would be if I was in his place.

I waited patiently until he finally did relax, taking deep breaths and looking into my eyes.

"Stay relaxed. I promise it won't hurt as much as you think." I said. "W-Will it hurt?" He said, looking at the pillows behind me.

"Yes. It will hurt a lot, but not enough to make you actually want to stop. There will be a lot of pleasure at the same time." I said, smiling calmly, trying my best to keep him calm.

"Here." I  said, handing him a pillow. "It'll help if you hold it." "T-Thank you..." He whispered, looking embarrassed.

"There's no need to be embarrassed Seán..." His gaze shot up, a surprised look across his face. "Oh. Sorry. I thought it would help calm you if I called you by your birth name."

"It's okay..." He said, hugging the pillow tightly. "It's soft... Warm... And it smells like you..." He said, stuffing his face into it like a child.

I laughed, my voice making him relaxed even more. "I'm ready..." He said, looking at my member again.

"Close your eyes and count to three." I said, doing so myself. "One... Two..."