STRANGULATE | Markicest

25 | INTIMACY

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Mark's breath hitched as their lips met, the feeling so soft, so foreign. Just like the first time, he immediately melted into Dark's touch, his heart beginning to race and that heat pooling in his stomach.

    Dark bit at Mark's bottom lip, silently asking for entrance, and Mark opened his mouth rather eagerly, body thrumming for more. He leaned back, about to pull away, but Dark immediately pressed himself closer, his tongue pushing into Mark's mouth and claiming him.

    Mark groaned at the sensations, his body giving a violent shudder at the feel of Dark's hands trailing up his body—pressing, feeling, pleasuring... Until one of his hands found their way into Mark's hair and tugged at the soft locks.

    As Dark worked his tongue around Mark's, a moan escaped his lips, muffled in the kiss—which was growing rougher and hotter by the second. Mark's soft gasps and quiet moans soon turned into whines of pleasure. He was too stunned to try and hide them. His body was giving in so easily, his mind clouded and thoughts hazed, trying to fully comprehend what was happening—and failing royally.

    Suddenly, their surroundings began to blur—the glittering isles of the kitchen now dulled, his mind, body, and soul sharply focused on the man before him: Dark.

    To Mark's disappointment, their lips parted, and they lingered there, breaths shallow and hot.

    "I want to feel more of you," Dark breathed out longingly, licking his lips and gazing at Mark intensely. The Evolved had never imagined being this close to a human—touching him in ways like this. It was all so new, and at the same time, so familiar. He had seen this all before, in Cibil's visions, but to actually be experiencing it sent his mind racing with excitement.

    Mark's eyes widened, trying to process what Dark had just said. He swallowed and nodded, breath hitching when Dark sent him a truly devilish smirk, beckoning for him to get off the counter and follow him.

    Mark obliged shakily.

    As he followed Dark out of the kitchen and down the hallway, he noticed how shaky his movements were. His throat was tight like he were being strangled, and he swore he wouldn't be able to form a sentence if he tried. His body shook with anticipation, and with every step they took—further and further down the hall—he only grew more eager. Unlike the chase, his body thrummed with a passionate adrenaline... urging him to keep following.

    This is madness, Mark thought, staring at Dark's back and swallowing. His robes fluttered at his feet elegantly, adding to his essence. This is the second time I've kissed him now—

    His breaths caught in his throat.

    And I'm about to go even further.

    Mark felt a blush spreading over his cheeks, yet he was unable to tear his eyes away from Dark. His mind replayed the memory of the shared kiss, over and over, until he began to pant softly.

    He could hear the click, click, click of Dark's steady steps fade, getting slower until they completely stilled. With a blink, Mark realized the Evolved was holding the door of his bedroom open for him to slip through.