Daddy Dark

Morning Markimoo...

Dark's POV:

I wake up to see Mark still fast asleep. I've never had much feelings towards him, but seeing him melt under my touch gives me a greater feeling of dominance. One that I could never have gotten from my past relationship. Or so you could call it that. I haven't talked to him much. Not since the last time I appeared to Mark. Ah well...That's another story for another time. I look to Mark's phone and notice the time. "It's eight in the morning?" I say under my breathe. "Mark? Markimoo...It's time to wake up..." I say caressing his cheek. He stirs slightly before swatting my hand away. "Nu..." He whimpers out rolling over to face away from me. He pulls up the duvet more hiding his naked body. I smirk rembering the events from the previous night and move my hand up to rub his dick. "DARK!" He shouts moving away from my hand. I get on my knees and pin him beneath my body. "Now Mark..." I say in a sing-song voice grabbing him and beginning to stroke his dick again. "...It's time to get up silly. We need to shower...We smell really bad and your stomach is covered in your own cum. I guess I should have cleaned you off hmm?" (Thanks for pointing that out. You know who you are.) I say jerking him slower. He moans trying to get out his response. "That's your fault! I couldn't even~Ah Mmmm...~ comprehend my own thoughts. I was a mess." I chuckle releasing him and standing up...still naked. I grab his duvet and rip it off him. "Dark I'm cold! How dare you!" He said curling into a ball to stay warm and try to hide his privates. "Come on that only gives you a better reason to shower. Don't you want the warm pellets falling down your back making it feel like a massage? I mean...I could get in with you if you want? I could massage you." I say trying to convince and manipulate him. One of my many talents. Mark ponders long and hard. Well, ponders is more like trying to fall back asleep. Eventually he gave in and grabbed my open hand to help him sit up. "So is that a yes?" I ask seductively. Mark looks over at me like he wants to kill. "Unfortunately, And I better get that damn massage!" He says walking to the bathroom to look in the mirror. I grab our clothes off the floor taking them to the hamper and joining Mark. He seemed to be fixing his face, from what I could understand. I shrugged it off anyways and turned on the shower adjusting the temperature every five seconds. "Why are your knobs so damn touchy?" I ask in frustration turning the heat up for the 8th time only to be scalded. It didn't bother me. I as a matter of fact enjoyed it but Marks delicate skin needs better conditions. "Well maybe there so touchy becuase you have your hands on them..." I hear the snarky comment as I watch Mark play with his hair. "Oh is that so?" I grab his shoulders and shove him in the tub, pulling the curtain to close off the rest of the room. I feel a hand slowly move up my thigh and try to grab my ass. "Mark...you do a god awful job at trying to be a tiny bit dominate." I smirk grabbing both his wrists and pinning him to the wall. "Fuck Dark. Not now! I wanna be clean! And where's that damn massage?" He says laughing and rubbing my thighs again. I hate to say it but I enjoyed the way it made me melt. "You aren't getting a massage now. I'll think about it later though." "But you said!" He retaliates. "I said is different then I promise. Now I'll PROMISE that I will later though. For now..." I move my hands to his ass prodding a finger at his entrance. Mark keens and moves his hips foreward for friction. "Stop teasing me Daddy!" He yells falling forward into my chest. "Aww but I like it. The way you squirm at such touches. It's gorgeous. I like watching you suffer if you didn't already know." Mark does seem amused but pushes back against my finger anyways. He moans quietly and moves for more. "Well I don't like suffering so just get on with it." "Oh yeah? Doesn't seem like it." I swipe the tip of my finger against his prostate. He arches his back against me hard and I try to steady him so he doesn't fall. "Careful Mark. You'll hurt yourself." I push against his prostate more wanting to just demolish him already. "Dark I ca-i-I can't keep myself up." I lay him down in the tub. "Wanna just lay there? If your back starts hurting you can ride me." Mark laughs. "Fuck you I'm not doing any work towards that. Just Fuck me. Please!" He lays down pulling his legs to his chest. I smirk and press my cock to his entrance pushing in roughly. Marks eyes roll and he's hissing in slight pain. He moans out and I push deeper kissing his chest and trying to soothe any pain. "It's okay dark. I'm fine." Mark says his eyes glazed over. I smile and continue thrusting lightly. After a while his muscles ease up and he's seems more relaxed. I move forward holding my sled above him and thrusting in hard making sure to hit his prostate every time. He moans louder than I've ever heard before. I must be doing something better than before. "Dark please~ come inside I wanna feel it." I shake my head in slight disgust laughing. I continue thrusting picking up my pace. Mark starts to tense up and I feel myself getting closer. Without warning I moan out cumming inside mark. He moans as well his muscles twitching in relief if the built up pressure. He smiles and moves up to kiss me. "Dark I'm not doing much walking today." Mark says. I smile and clean us both up. "I'll just have to carry you then." Dark grabs them towels. "So...wanna go make your comfort food?" Mark smiles. "Yes.."

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