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"You want me to what?"
"I want you to top me." Mark says patiently.
"But- I don't know how to be a dom?" Ethan sputters.
"I'm not expecting you to dom, I just want you to fuck me." Mark says.
Ethan blushes at his blunt words and looks at his shoes.
"I mean I'd love to, if you really want to." He says finally.
"Yeah you'd just love to fuck my ass, wouldn't you?"
Ethan's mouth drops open.
"Maaark!" Ethan whines.
Mark smirks.
"You say the lewdest shit daily, but suddenly you're a blushing bride the second I imply anything seriously sexual." He chuckles.
Ethan pouts, but doesn't deny it.
"Then, should we- should we do it tonight?" He bites his lip.
Mark's hand reaches up to tug Ethan's lip from under his teeth.
"The sooner, the better." He confirms.
Ethan looks wide up into Mark's eyes as his hand is still holding his lip. Both of their pupils blown, and Mark's eyes are half-lidded.
Mark leans next to Ethan's ear and whispers:
"Come on baby, just a few more hours then you can fuck me into the mattress. Or maybe I'll ride you without letting you touch me."
Ethan whimpers and clutches Mark's t-shirt.
Mark grabs Ethan's hand off his shirt and laces their fingers together before kissing his hand.
He winks and walks out of the kitchen to go film, leaving Ethan hard and unfocused.
Finally he gets up to fill his time before tonight.
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At dinner, Ethan can't sit still for shit. He keeps looking up at Mark and then away, waiting for him to notice.
Mark has noticed it since he started in the beginning, but chooses to ignore it to rile Ethan up.
Finally Ethan has enough.
He reaches his foot out to Mark's leg.
"Maaark"
"Yes, Ethan?" He says passively.
"Please?" He says using his puppy eyes.
Mark looks up and Ethan knows that he's gone dom-mode.
"Please what?"
"Please can I- can I fuck you, sir?" He says fluttering his eyelashes.
"Do you think you deserve it, after interrupting dinner and saying such crude things at the dining table? Would you say that in a restaurant with other people around?" He asks, raising one eyebrow.
"I'm sorry, sir, I just want you so bad. I can't help it." He breathes out.
He loves when Mark gets like this. It makes him feel infinitely smaller.
"Finish your dinner. And don't rush."
Ethan makes an effort to chew each bite 20 times each, just so Mark won't punish him and make him wait longer.
Finally though, both Mark and Ethan are finished, and Mark leads Ethan to their bedroom.
Ethan starts fidgeting with his hands, looking nervous, and Mark notices.
"Hey, we don't have to do this if you don't want to." Mark reassures.
"No, I want to, I- I'm just nervous. I mean I've topped before, but I know that you've never bottomed and I don't want to make you hate it, just because I suck at being a top." Ethan confesses.
"Hey, look at me," Mark says, grabbing Ethan's face, "nothing you do could make me hate something. I love you, and if I don't like it, then that's fine, and we can just move on. We have our safewords for a reason, and I don't want you to be mad at yourself if I don't like it."
Mark kisses Ethan softly.
Ethan melts into it, relaxing.
When they break apart, Ethan speaks up.
"Okay, I'm ready."
Mark smiles softly.
"Okay." He says.
They begin taking off their clothes and kissing each other.
Mark lays down on the bed, naked, and Ethan grabs the lube from the nightstand.
He rubs some on his fingers, then starts rubbing Mark's hole softly.
Mark moans softly and sends Ethan a reassuring smile.
"Yeah, that's it baby, keep going." Mark sighs.
Ethan gently applies more pressure, and Mark's hole relaxes slightly, letting Ethan's finger slip in a little bit.
Ethan bites his lip at the tight heat.
He pushes further until the second knuckle, wanting to see if Mark was okay, since he hadn't even stuck fingers up his ass in his entire life.
Mark seemed to be taking it pretty okay and so Ethan kept pushing.
He got to the last knuckle and stopped, waiting for Mark to relax again.
When he did, he started to wriggle his finger around inside a bit.
When he thought he was relaxed enough he decided to ask if he could add another.
"Yeah" Mark replied.
So he slid his finger out and started rubbing with two fingers.
He pushes in until Mark's entrance lets his fingers in.
He pushes and waits, and pushes and waits, until he gets up to the last knuckles again.
He wriggles around his finger again - this time, looking for a specific spot - and-
"Hnngh!" Mark moans suddenly.
Sounds like he found it. He starts scissoring his fingers open to stretch Mark out more.
Since Ethan isn't as well-endowed as he'd like people to think, he only needs two fingers to stretch Mark for his dick.
"Come on baby, I'm ready." Mark encourages.
Ethan pulls out his fingers with a wet pop and grabs the lube again.
Instead Mark grabs his hand and takes the lube so he can slick up Ethan's cock for him.
Whimpering, Ethan fucks into Mark's fist a bit.
Mark lets go when Ethan is sufficiently wet, and guides him to his entrance.
"There you go, come on Ethan." Mark says.
Ethan pushes forward a bit, feeling the heat and bites his lip softly.
When his tip pops in, both of them let out a moan. If Ethan currently could've laughed, he would've at the different pitches of their voices.
He rolls forward an inch, and pauses a second.
Mark grabs the side Ethan's face and brings him into a kiss.
Distractedly, Ethan pushes even more forward, making them break apart suddenly.
Ethan is shaking with pleasure at this point. Mark's eyes are closed and he's biting his lip.
"Bottom out, Ethan, come on, I can take it." Mark pushes him.
Slowly, Ethan does as Mark asked.
When hips meet hips, he has to take a breath, so as not to cum immediately.
Mark sighs with pleasure, as Ethan is pressed right on his prostate.
They wait a few seconds, before Mark nudges his ass with his legs to get Ethan to start moving.
Ethan nudges his hips backwards and forwards experimentally.
Biting his lip to keep the embarrassingly high-pitched moans and whimpers in, Ethan keeps a steady and slow pace.
Make reaches up again to tug Ethan's lip and Ethan let's the moans spill out.
"That's right baby boy, fuck me like I know you can. I've seen you rut against pillows faster than you're fucking me right now. Come on, fuck me harder baby" Mark riles him up.
Ethan thrusts faster, whining and panting.
His thrust are uneven, showing how little he does it. But what he lacks in technique, he makes up for in enthusiasm.
He starts rolling his hips slowly before speeding up again.
"Please sir, can I- can I cum?" Ethan asks hurriedly.
"If you do, then you can't stop until I finish too." Mark allows.
Ethan barely registers what Mark says but gets to a point where he's so desperate that he needs to cum.
Rutting faster he starts kissing Mark's chest and sucking hickeys onto his throat. He suddenly pitches his hips forwards and moans high in his throat.
Mark can feel him spill into him and sighs contentedly. He starts pushing Ethan's unmoving hips again and Ethan whines.
"Come on Ethan, I said you could cum if you kept going afterwards." Mark reprimands.
Sucking in a quick breath, Ethan starts moving his hips slowly at first and whimpers at every thrust. Slowly he gets harder and harder until he's fully erect again and panting and moaning in Mark's neck.
Mark's breathing picks up more and he can feel the pleasure coiling in his stomach and about to burst.
Ethan can feel it too and reaches for Mark's cock to jerk him off.
Speeding up his thrusts and jerking Mark off, Mark starts to cum and Ethan quickly follows with his second.
They ride out their highs, before Ethan collapses tiredly onto Mark, still mouthing at his chest.
"We should probably get in the shower." Make suggests.
And he hears nothing back except snoring.
The end.