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Ethan's pitiful whimper was soaked up by his bedsheets, the fabric damp from his panted breaths and the tears that gathered on his lashes.
"Good boy," Mark rumbled from behind him, pressing the words into the soft pink of his furl. "Jus' like that, sweetheart. Let me hear you."
He mewled, the sound pulled out of him as though his Dominant had simply pushed a button.
His reward was another press of that hot, wet tongue, sliding into the tight embrace of his body, the perfect balance of pleasure and humiliation.
"Sounding so sweet, baby. Sweeter'rn sugar," Mark hummed lowly, large hands spreading him wide and open like the slut he was.
"Being so good for me," came the next praise. "Look at you. Cryin' for it. Drooling into the sheets like you're in heat." Ethan's cheeks burned, but there was no shame behind his embarrassment. He never felt ashamed in Mark's presence - never felt judged for how wanton he could be. Mark's tongue pushed into him again, spreading his stick hole around the wriggling muscle before Ethan shifted, pawing weakly at Mark's head.
This wasn't supposed to be about him. This was supposed to be about Mark, about his Dominant's pleasure.
"Aw, sweet thing. You wanna take care of me? Want my mouth off your pretty little hole so you can make sure I feel good, huh?"
Mark was purring now, kneading at his cheeks as Ethan whimpered.
"Yeah you do, sweetheart. Okay. I'll let you - I'll lay back and let you do all the work, sugar."
The bed dipped and wobbled under his knees as Mark shifted, up but not quite away. Even so it had soft noises falling unbidden from Ethan’s mouth, sadness at the distance made known and causing Mark to give a low chuckle.
“Go on then, sweetheart. You wanna do all the work? Get to it,” the gentle command was paired with a soft swat to the meat of one asscheek, a playful hit tailed by something wet, thick and rounded brushing against his hole, resting there but not deigning to press inside.
He let out a shuddering breath and adjusted himself, hauling his weight clumsily from elbows to hands, desperate to have Mark sheathed inside him, to give his Dominant the pleasure he deserved, to ensure that Mark wouldn’t have to lift a finger more than necessary.
He dug his fingers into the soft sheets and leaned his weight back, mouth dropping open as the blunt, hot pressure increased. For a moment - the way that it always did - Ethan thought it wouldn’t fit. Mark was almost painfully thick, in a way that always made Ethan feel hollowed out, insides shoved around until he was carved out.
And then his pink little hole welcomed it’s favourite intrusion, opening wide and sucking him in greedily as Ethan kept pushing back, slowly and steadily impaling himself on inch upon inch of velvety, hot flesh.
Behind him Mark’s breath hitched, a smooth groan tripping out of his throat as calloused hands fell to the small of Ethan’s spine, holding but not assisting the movement.
“God, baby,” Mark breathed behind, revenant and breathless. “Fuck, feel you, huh? Still all tight. Would’a thought with how greedy you are for it you’d be all roomy inside. Such a good boy.”
And fuck, yes. Ethan wanted that - wanted to be good for Mark. Dug in his knees and shoved himself back until his ass hit Mark’s hips, body swallowing him deep as they both let out a cry of pleasure.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Gonna ruin me. So greedy. Look at’cha. Takin’ me so good,” Mark ground out, fingers flexing against his burning skin as Ethan shivered, letting his body adjust. After a moment he shifted, nails biting into the sheets as he worked himself back against that thick length, revelling in the soft groan that Mark let out, the flex of his fingers as if such a small motion was already testing his control.
Unbidden he answered with a keen, thighs already trembling as he rocked himself a bare inch each way, breath stuttering out of his lungs as he felt his body cling to Mark, velvet skin caressing the hard, throbbing thickness. It robbed him of his thoughts, reducing him down to nothing but Mark and make him feel good and earn more of those sounds.
He focused on the sensation of Mark’s cock dragging along inside him, squeezed himself around it and milked him inch for inch, desperate to be fed more of it until he was nothing but a sheath for Mark’s pleasure.
“Look at’cha. Usin’ me like nothing but a dildo, gettin’ yourself off for me,” Mark cooed at him, trailing his hand down Ethan’s spine, pressing gently to make him arch, to tighten those silken muscles around his cock.
No, Ethan thought wildly. Getting you off. Just you. This is all about you.
He shifted, desperately flinging out a hand to brace it against the headboard, gaining leverage with which to slide himself back and forth in earnest, mouth dropping open on a strangled keen. It felt good, and that made him feel guilty. This wasn’t his enjoyment to reap.
Biting into his lip hard enough to sting, Ethan spread his knees wider and began to rock himself in earnest, riding the thick length and moving himself like a seasoned whore, almost unaware of the soft little uhuhuh sounds falling like rain from his mouth.
Endurance began to fade on him quicker than he’d expected and he felt breathless to the point of dizzy, his arm shaking when he reluctantly let himself slow down for a moment.
A strong, warm arm wrapped around his hips and around his neck and he was hauled backwards, letting out a soft cry as the motion drove him deeper onto Mark’s cock, changed the angle until it felt like Mark was going to cleave his stomach in half.
“So good for me,” Mark growled in his ear, hips flexing to grind into him. “Tight little thing. So pretty. Makin’ me feel so taken care of.”
The words were heady, threading through his mind like a drug as he leaned back against Mark, hiccupping a moan as he ground down over him. It seemed to punch a gasp out of his chest, as if Mark had filled him up so much he didn’t even have room left to breathe.
“Sweet little thing. C’mon, show me what a little whore’s hidin’ under all that sugar,” Mark cooed at him as he slid his hands around Ethan’s hips, pulling him back onto his cock to set a slightly different pace.
Being handled like that - manipulated for Mark’s pleasure - made him shudder, cock blurting out a little precum that dripped onto the steadily blooming wet patch between his knees. For all that Ethan couldn’t be made to shut up on any given day; stuffing him with dick reduced him to nothing but senseless sounds, coherence darting out of his grasp. It was arguably how Mark liked him best.
“All wet for me, look at’cha. Makin’ such a mess already,” Mark teased, folding over him as if they were rutting dogs to reach down, fingertips brushing against Ethan’s dripping length.
With an embarrassed mewl he shuffled away from the touch, resentful of anything that would distract him from milking Mark for all he had to give. He let his head drop further, both hands flat on the mattress now as he supported Mark’s weight. It changed the angle and he could feel Mark pulse deep inside him, responsive to the way that Ethan rolled his hips and ground back, trying to keep as much as he could snug inside his tight heat.
It felt like being submerged in molasses, floating slow and idle through the thickness. Heady, dreamy.
“C’mon, sweetheart. Show me how much you like it,” Mark purred, one arm wrapping around Ethan’s waist to keep them flush, until Ethan could feel his breaths and his heartbeat searing against his spine, molding them together somehow more intimately than where they were already joined.
Mark’s heartbeat was high and fast, his breaths shaky and short. He was muffling his moans into Ethan’s shoulder, dragging soft lips over his skin as if trying to show without words his pleasure.
Ethan was doing that.
It made his cheeks blaze to think of the vulgarity of the situation; Mark was buried inside him, thrust deep into an intimate part of him. Would leave him open and sloppy and used afterwards. Was being brought pleasure by where he was balls deep and trying to get deeper still.
He whined high in pleased humiliation, trembling as he rocked back, as he felt every inch of hot, velvety flesh drag along his insides. Every ridge and dip, squeezed and caressed by his insides as if they were pleased to be stuffed full.
“God, listen to you,” Mark groaned, teeth scraping lightly as he pushed down on Ethan’s upper spine, presenting his ass higher and angling his own hips so he could plough into him harder. “So sweet, darlin’. Listen,”
Ethan’s breath hitched, cutting the desperate keen he’d been gargling short. “My good boy. Takin’ such good care of me. Makin’ me feel all hot. Good boy,” Mark sighed, tongue laving over his teeth imprints.
Good boy.
The praise shot through him and straight down to his cock, leaving a hot flush in it’s wake as he shifted, shoving back against Mark, eyes rolling.
Good boy.
Making me feel so good.
Taking such good care of me.
He let his head drop further, sinking into the words, letting them wrap around him and carry him as Mark’s hand slid up, over his trembling abs and to his chest, where he pulled. Ethan clumsily rose with it, falling back against Mark’s chest.
The new angle dropped him lower on Mark’s cock and he yelled, cheeks blazing as he squirmed over where he was impaled. Mark’s groan vibrated through his shoulders, his lover’s fingers tightening against his burning skin.
“God, the sounds you make,” Mark exhaled reverently, grinding up into him, cock pushing deeper than Ethan had ever thought possible, spreading him wet and wide around it.
He turned his head away, shy, letting out hiccupped gasps as he gripped at Mark with one arm and let the other drop, pressing against his stomach where it felt like Mark might actually split him in half. Choking on a sob he pressed herder and then let his hand fall further down, fingertips lightly brushing around where Mark’s slick length forced his puffy rim to gape, open and sloppy.
“Fuck, oh-- fuck,” Mark gasped behind him, hips jerking upwards, burying himself deep until Ethan’s fingertips slid over his balls as they tensed.
“Oh.”
It was the first thing he’d said since Mark had pushed him down onto the bed over an hour ago, just an empathetic, pathetic little whimper as Mark’s thickness pulsed, throbbing as it dumped hot wetness inside him.
Each firm flex of it rubbed along Ethan’s prostate and he mewled, slumping in Mark’s grip as the man’s low growl of pleasure rumbled in his ear. Mark rode out his orgasm in slow, hard grinds, head eventually dropping to Ethan’s shoulder as he milked himself for the last of it. They stayed kneeling there for a moment as if in prayer, Ethan held safe and firm in Mark’s arms as he panted, trembling over where Mark hadn’t begun to soften yet.
He’d done that.
He’d made Mark cum like that, hot and thick and never-ending.
“Such a good boy for me. Look what you did. Look what you made me do,” Mark burred when he’d caught his breath, rasping his stubble along Ethan’s shoulder as he flexed his hips, rubbing his spent length through his own cum with a wet, lewd sound.
Ethan’s mouth fell open as he keened, his own ignored length jerking against his hip as Mark’s lips brushed his neck, hands roaming slow and gentle over his skin, cherishing each inch, soothing the burn where Ethan’s own arousal was begging for attention now Mark had been fulfilled.
“C’mon, darlin’. Give me one more thing. I know you can,” Mark continued, teeth ever so lightly scraping over where Ethan’s neck sloped into his shoulder. “Be good for me, sweetheart. Let me see you cum.”
He rolled his hips again as he spoke, one hand gently pushing Ethan down on his half-hard length, still full enough to rub firmly at where Ethan wanted it most.
Ethan curled over like he was wounded, supported only by Mark’s hands - one on his chest, one on his hip - as he came. He was near silent through it, choking out a soft sound, tears gathering on his lashes as his cock blurted cum over his chest completely untouched.
Letting him tremble through the aftershocks, Mark carefully guided him down onto the sheets, cooing soothingly as Ethan curled his fingers in them and hitched a breath as Mark’s cock shifted inside him again, sparking oversensitivity.
He was hazy through the next several minutes, arching with a gasp and a flush when Mark slid out of him with another obscene sound, limp in Mark’s hold as he was gently cleaned and given a few sips of water.
“Softest, sweetest little slut there is,” Mark sighed affectionately, tutting when Ethan curled up and tried to hide in the crook of his arm. “Oh, no. No hidin’, baby. Too late to play shy after makin’ such a mess of yourself on my cock.”
He ducked down further with a whine, cheeks blazing. Mark’s gentle fingers found his jaw, tipping it until Ethan had no choice but to meet that dark gaze.
“Say it,” Mark coaxed softly, smiling down at him. The touch on his jaw retreated, came back around Ethan’s wrist where his hand was guided down between them, fingers encouraged to wrap around where his Dominant was spent and filthy, skin slick with cum and lube.
“You did that, sweet little thing. You enjoyed it. Tell me how much you enjoyed being the reason someone stuffed you all full like a pretty little cum dump.”
The sound Ethan made was mortified, his own softened length giving a feeble twitch as he squirmed.
“Not someone,” he managed feebly worming as close as he could get. “Just you.”
“Oh, an exclusive little cockslut,” Mark teased from above him, but there was something possessive and pleased curling at the edges of the words.
Tucking his face down against Mark’s ribs he squirmed and whined, hiding away from the embarrassment as the pleasant warmth of the slow, calm drop enveloped him welcomingly.