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one, firmly on Marsh’s ass. Marsh pushed into that, mouthing his way to Greg’s ear.
“Wanna make sure I remember it?” He moved Greg’s arm so his fingers grazed the seam of his jeans, right over his crack. “Wanna fuck me so I never forget it?”
Greg let out a sound that was anything but complicated as he squeezed and pulled Marsh down.
Marsh sucked on the lobe of Greg’s ear. “You said you would, remember? When you licked me open? Said you’d fuck me, and I’ve been waiting.”
He hadn’t had that specifically in mind when he’d made his way over here, but at the push of fingertips over the fabric covering his hole, at the way Greg groaned and shoved his hips forward, it was all he could think about. Getting all of that inside of him, being claimed, even if only for a little while.
“You like that?” Greg ground out. “Like getting fucked?”
“I’m flexible.” Really, Marsh very rarely did it like this, he usually liked to be the one on top. It was safer that way. But he didn’t have any of the power here; he was just the poor dumb kid asking the guy who had his life together to take pity on him and make him come. It felt right to open up and take it. “But right now?” He bit down hard on the cord of tendon beneath Greg’s jaw. “I’m gagging for it. Want it so bad.”
Greg clutched Marsh close and buried his face against Marsh’s neck with a low groan that went straight to his cock. Greg’s arms were a crushing pressure against Marsh’s ribs. Then he rose, pushing Marsh out of his lap, standing him up before shoving him down onto the bed. Marsh went in a pile of willing limbs. Scrambling for the hem of his shirt, he kicked his shoes off. Greg was tearing at his own clothes, too, and by the time he climbed on top of Marsh, he was naked to his waist as well. Marsh just about choked at the feeling of the coarse hair on Greg’s chest and the weight of him. He spread his legs and lifted his knees, dumping Greg forward so he was sitting right on Marsh’s hips.
Only Greg didn’t go straight for the kill. Hardly even ground his hard cock into Marsh’s abdomen. Instead, he put one hand flush over Marsh’s ribs, thumb tweaking at a nipple, and he put his other palm to Marsh’s face, fingers digging into his jaw.
And, oh, this was the kiss Marsh had been waiting for. It was all teeth and tongues and the rub of a rough chin, the heat of breath and the way Greg smelled like lightning and lust. The way that bristling exterior stripped away to leave this needy, possessive, sexy-as-fuck man leaning over him.
“So good,” Marsh said into his mouth. He grabbed Greg’s ass, trying to get him to thrust a little. Greg let him, making low noises against his breath, and then he was reaching up, past Marsh’s head. There was the sound of a drawer sliding open, and jostling, and yeah.
The lube and condom hit the bed, and then Greg’s hands were back on Marsh’s body. Marsh fumbled to the side until he touched the hard plastic of the bottle.
“C’mon,” he urged, working at the cap and— Huh. New bottle. There was something about popping the seal on it that just turned him on even more.
But Greg was still kissing Marsh like he was dying for every touch, kissing him like he didn’t care when they got to the main event.
Something twisted in Marsh. He wished. Ready to hurry things along, wanting that burn out of his chest and down in his ass where it belonged, he pushed at Greg’s shoulders, leering as Greg pulled away, face flushed and lips kiss-swollen, and fuck. Marsh could get used to this. So easily.
He swallowed, his throat thick. Changing tactics again, he reeled Greg in and kissed him hard, until there wasn’t any room left to breathe or think or want. With a growl in his throat, he pressed the bottle against Greg’s chest. Made his voice deep as he spread his legs. “You wanna open me up? Get me all ready for your cock? Or you wanna watch?”
A flicker of something shadowed
“Wanna make sure I remember it?” He moved Greg’s arm so his fingers grazed the seam of his jeans, right over his crack. “Wanna fuck me so I never forget it?”
Greg let out a sound that was anything but complicated as he squeezed and pulled Marsh down.
Marsh sucked on the lobe of Greg’s ear. “You said you would, remember? When you licked me open? Said you’d fuck me, and I’ve been waiting.”
He hadn’t had that specifically in mind when he’d made his way over here, but at the push of fingertips over the fabric covering his hole, at the way Greg groaned and shoved his hips forward, it was all he could think about. Getting all of that inside of him, being claimed, even if only for a little while.
“You like that?” Greg ground out. “Like getting fucked?”
“I’m flexible.” Really, Marsh very rarely did it like this, he usually liked to be the one on top. It was safer that way. But he didn’t have any of the power here; he was just the poor dumb kid asking the guy who had his life together to take pity on him and make him come. It felt right to open up and take it. “But right now?” He bit down hard on the cord of tendon beneath Greg’s jaw. “I’m gagging for it. Want it so bad.”
Greg clutched Marsh close and buried his face against Marsh’s neck with a low groan that went straight to his cock. Greg’s arms were a crushing pressure against Marsh’s ribs. Then he rose, pushing Marsh out of his lap, standing him up before shoving him down onto the bed. Marsh went in a pile of willing limbs. Scrambling for the hem of his shirt, he kicked his shoes off. Greg was tearing at his own clothes, too, and by the time he climbed on top of Marsh, he was naked to his waist as well. Marsh just about choked at the feeling of the coarse hair on Greg’s chest and the weight of him. He spread his legs and lifted his knees, dumping Greg forward so he was sitting right on Marsh’s hips.
Only Greg didn’t go straight for the kill. Hardly even ground his hard cock into Marsh’s abdomen. Instead, he put one hand flush over Marsh’s ribs, thumb tweaking at a nipple, and he put his other palm to Marsh’s face, fingers digging into his jaw.
And, oh, this was the kiss Marsh had been waiting for. It was all teeth and tongues and the rub of a rough chin, the heat of breath and the way Greg smelled like lightning and lust. The way that bristling exterior stripped away to leave this needy, possessive, sexy-as-fuck man leaning over him.
“So good,” Marsh said into his mouth. He grabbed Greg’s ass, trying to get him to thrust a little. Greg let him, making low noises against his breath, and then he was reaching up, past Marsh’s head. There was the sound of a drawer sliding open, and jostling, and yeah.
The lube and condom hit the bed, and then Greg’s hands were back on Marsh’s body. Marsh fumbled to the side until he touched the hard plastic of the bottle.
“C’mon,” he urged, working at the cap and— Huh. New bottle. There was something about popping the seal on it that just turned him on even more.
But Greg was still kissing Marsh like he was dying for every touch, kissing him like he didn’t care when they got to the main event.
Something twisted in Marsh. He wished. Ready to hurry things along, wanting that burn out of his chest and down in his ass where it belonged, he pushed at Greg’s shoulders, leering as Greg pulled away, face flushed and lips kiss-swollen, and fuck. Marsh could get used to this. So easily.
He swallowed, his throat thick. Changing tactics again, he reeled Greg in and kissed him hard, until there wasn’t any room left to breathe or think or want. With a growl in his throat, he pressed the bottle against Greg’s chest. Made his voice deep as he spread his legs. “You wanna open me up? Get me all ready for your cock? Or you wanna watch?”
A flicker of something shadowed
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