Sir playboy

S e v e n t e e n

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"What if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat,
I'll be the fire that will catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces? What if I don't even want to?!" 
(Please tell me someone knows the song)

Jack was belting out the lyrics with his whole heart and soul. His voice was majestic, beautiful. Every note hit right on point. I wonder how loud he could moan for me without breaking the sound barrier.
It's an odd thought, I know. But i've been extremely turned on by Jack's body and appearance lately, so I jack off in the shower and I don't tell him. I probably should tell him at some point- but this way meant that he wouldn't think I was just using him as a hole for me to put my dick in when I felt like it.

"O-oh. How long have you been out here?" His cheeks flushing red as he notices Mark standing at the door of the bathroom. He was just in a towel, the music on his phone still playing, but quieter.

Mark decided not to answer, he just smirked and leaned forward, connecting his lips with Jacks. Jack kissed back with no hesitation.
It was normal for them now.
They kissed alot, kissing is something that never get's boring for them.

"Get back in the shower with me" Mark whispers into Jack's ear, nibbling the shell of his ear, causing his breathe to hitch.

Mark pulls Jack's towel off of him while pushing him back into the bathroom, closing the door so that the cleaners aren't blinded by their unholy acts.

"I've been thinking about you in a bad way baby". Mark announces in a low, lustful tone whilst turning the shower on.

"I know we haven't had sex yet, and we won't until you're comfortable. But please can I just touch you, I want to hear you moan for me kitten".

Jack's throat hitched, his face bright pink, yet he couldn't cover his face and his junk at the same time. So he stood there, embarrassed, cold, horny yet frail.

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"Mark, I can wash my own hair".
Mark's short temper immediately activated. A yelp was heard from Jack as he was shoved into the bathroom wall behind the shower head.

"Don't tell daddy what to do".

"I-i'm s-sorry dad-dy".
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"You're so beautiful baby",
they'd had their fun and they were now both in Mark's biggest, comforting clothes; on Mark's bed, close as can be.

It was just nice, close, comfortable and warm. Jack felt safe and secure in Mark's arms and he didn't want to be anywhere else, ever.