Pokémon PrismGold

Chapter Twenty-Two: "Colors Of The Heart"

Mark cupped the side of Nate's face to keep him in the kiss for a bit. He couldn't get enough of Nate's soft lips combined with his experience. Nate knew how to get his blood rushing with the most subtle of kisses. Without words, Nate's tongue told him exactly what was on his mind. Nate leaned into him, pushing Mark up against the wall to take control over the kiss. Sean's hand ran up Mark's chest, clawing at him a little as he tried to muffle a moan. Nate pried his lips from the kiss, his lips drifting over to Mark's ear to lick the rim of it. The sensation made Mark shiver. Nate was holding nothing back and Sean was in no better shape. Nate's hand was fondling Sean's crotch enough that Sean was barely able to sit still. His hips kept rising up as he shifted around. One of Sean's hands was either trying to push Nate's hand away from his crotch or hold it closer, he couldn't tell. While Sean's free hand was sliding up Mark's chest more toward his neck. Mark's arms broke out in goosebumps. He hadn't been with more than one guy since his days at the academy. He was a little rusty with dividing his attention.

Nate started kissing his neck hungrily and Mark moaned softly. Nate was certainly more demanding. He knew what he wanted, and it was torture not to just focus on him. Turning his eyes down on Sean, Mark brushed his knuckles down the sides of Sean's cheeks. Sean tilted his head back, raising his hips again with a soft whimper. Mark cupped Sean's neck with one hand and placed a hand to his chest to keep him still. Leaning over him, he whispered over Sean's lips curiously. "How long has it been for you?" Sean swallowed down another moan, before straining out. "A few years..." Nate stiffened, turning his attention to Sean as he stated out in shock. "Shit. No wonder you're so moody!" Mark snorted, nudging Nate a bit with his elbow. Sean blushed a deep red, mumbling out as he looked away from them. "I... It's not easy finding people that are... I've been busy..." Mark raised an eyebrow, glancing at Nate. Nate pulled from Mark, pulling Sean's legs over his lap better. Giving Mark a wink, Nate practically purred out. "Really should not have told me that... Now I'm curious... This your first time with two men?"

Mark could almost feel and see the devil horns sprouting from their heads. The question was a trap, but he couldn't deny that having Nate's attention diverted would be easier on him. Especially, since Sean didn't know what he was doing. Sean locked timid eyes with both of them, before nervously mumbling out. "Yes... The only guy I've been with was... twice my age." Mark brushed Sean's bangs back, telling with a warm and slightly devilish smile. "Poor boy. We'll have to fix that." Mark lowered his lips to his, claiming them for himself. He tried to keep his kiss slow as he kissed him with a hungry lust. Sean was getting better at molding his lips to his but was still so reluctant to use his tongue. Needing more stimulation to keep himself invested, Mark let his hand slide down the front of Sean's shirt. Going to the hem, Mark pulled up the sweater and smirked into the kiss. Instead, of going straight for his skin, Mark wedged his hand between the sweater and the shirt. Following the shirt up Sean's chest, he felt Sean's breath hitch.

The shirt fabric was so much thinner than the sweater, allowing him to feel the curves of Sean's body and his warmth. Sean moaned into their kiss, his free hand grabbing Mark's invading arm. Mark couldn't tell if Sean was squeezing his bicep as a hint to keep going or stopping. Pulling his lips away from Sean for a bit, he waited to see. Sean responded by moving his hand off his bicep to his face to coax him back down into a kiss. So, Mark continued. As his hand reached his chest, Mark's fingers sought out Sean's nipples. Tracing over them over the thin fabric of his shirt, Mark moaned into the kiss a little. Just enough to see if Sean would return it. He did. Mark could feel the nipple growing harder beneath his fingers as he played with it. Sean suddenly broke the kiss to gasp deeply and dig his nails into Mark's shoulders.

Mark looked back to see what Nate was up too. Nate had opened the front of Sean's jeans and was starting to fondle him over his black elastic underwear. Nate gave him a wink, his hand sliding deeper into the crotch of Sean's pants until Sean squealed sharply. Sean shifted up on his elbows, whimpering out. "Nate?! What are you doing?" Nate chuckled, shifting to all fours between Sean's legs as he purred out in a devilish voice. "Nothing. But a tip... Don't clench." Sean yelped, his legs rising off the mattress. Nate leaned over him more, kissing Sean's slightly exposed stomach. Sean panted a bit, then laid back down with a deep throaty moan. Mark waited a few seconds, watching him bite his lip to suppress his moans. Mark licked his own dry lips, watching him struggle with his desire. Sean's hands slid up above his head to reach for the headboard. Mark traced his hand over to Sean's neglected nipple, choosing to tease it for a bit. He never stopped watching Sean though. Sean's fingers clawed the pokeball comforter, then spread up the dark wood of the solid headboard.