Mark looks like an angel.
In the afterlife, you'd think he'd join them, up there in their pristine choir with that heavenly voice of his. Wearing a bright halo that's only outshone by the brightest of smiles on his lips, finished with those twinkling eyes.
Yes, that's what you thought.
But if anything could stop him from passing through those pearly white gates, it would be the blasphemous things you're doing with him now.
He's laying down on the altar, chest bare and littered with hickies. Mark's eyes are closed, head thrown back over the edge in ecstasy and you drink up the way his muscles tense trying to keep his legs spread apart in the air.
Your hand trails over his chest, your fingertips gently grazing his abdomen, teetering at the edge of his boxers. And he moans, that soft, whiny moan of his that doesn't fail to spark heat deep inside your guts.
"Oh my god," he whimpers, biting his bottom lip, squeezing his eyes tight shut when you ghost over his erection. His bulge twitches, Mark's back arching off the alter and he grasps at the tablecloth, creasing it between his fingers.
"Shh, weren't you taught not to say such things, baby?" It's been half an hour since you've been teasing him, avoiding that place he's been begging for you to pay attention to.
The moonlight begins to shine through the stained-glass windows, casting a rainbow of colours over Mark's features. His eyes slowly flutter open, doe eyes watching and pleading for you in the darkness and all you want to do is to lean over and kiss him.
"Fuck, you're so pretty, angel. Crying in this place for me... you're so good for me aren't you?" He sobs, nodding his head as you begin to palm him, stroking his length painfully slow. His hips jerk upwards, his hands scrambling to find yours and he holds your wrist gently, cupping himself over your hand.
"Please, Y/N, I can't-I can't." His free hand hides his face, and you chuckle, peeling his arms away.
"Don't hide. It's okay, you're okay." And you hear him inhale sharply, hazy eyes watching you lean down, hot breath fanning his clothed erection. He breathes shallowly with anticipation until you flatten your tongue near the base, licking up a line to his tip.
And it's too much, everything is too much and it earns you a high-pitched moan as Mark cums.
You watch him convulse in awe, body shuddering against the sacred table like an offering to the gods as broken words that form your name tumble from his lips.
Divine.
It's the word that comes to you when you watch him come undone under the coloured moonlight.
"Already?" And he sits up to the edge, shaky and teary-eyed as he reaches for you. Your hands circle his back, welcoming him into your embrace.
Mark sobs into your chest, maybe in shame or the drunkness of pleasure tearing through him. He clings to you so tightly that his nails begin to hurt against your skin but you only continue to soothe him, a hand running up and down his back while the other runs through his hair.
"That's it, you're so good, you've done so good baby." You move to kiss his forehead, then the tip of his nose, leaving kisses all over his wet, flushed cheeks. His breathing begins to even out, breathing in your scent as he gives in to your calming efforts.
Another quiet moment passes, silence enveloping the two of you. Then he parts, facing you with a blush that bridges his nose from both cheeks.
"Did I... do good?" He waits for your answer expectantly, like one would, to hear the word's from their saviour.
And you let him wait - choosing instead to roam your eyes over the way his fingers still won't loosen their grip on your arms, the new dark stain that has appeared on his boxers and the darkened bruises on his chest.
He whimpers, turning your attention back onto his hopeful face.
"Yes, I've said it already haven't I?" His lips pull into a slight pout and he's suddenly never been cuter. You kiss him then, Mark leaning closer to you as he gratefully meets your lips and you resist a smile when you hear his soft whimpers.
"Please, say it again." You can't suppress the grin this time, Mark rubbing his cheeks against yours, unable to get enough contact from you.
"Hmm, you've been so good for me." And your words reverberate around the walls of the church and into Mark's chest and he sighs contentedly when he hears them.
