pt. 2!! read pt. 1 from my tag 'empxz'!!
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“Marcus, what are you doing?” Vincent wondered,
his cheeks flushed with red at the intimacy.
“What am I doing?” Marcus replied with a grin.
Vincent glared at him, unamused. Vincent opened
his mouth to scold him until Marcus turned around,
his back against Vincent’s chest and watching the
movie as if he didn’t just turn Vincent on.
“Fucking hell…” Vincent growled. Marcus opened
his mouth to ask before Vincent grabbed him by
the nape and pulled him into a bruising kiss. His
eyes widened for a moment until he melted into
it. Marcus yelped slightly into the kiss once
Vincent nipped at his bottom lip before lapping at
it, sliding his tongue into Marcus’s mouth.
Marcus whined as Vincent hastily tasted the inside
of his mouth, sucking at his tongue. Vincent’s hand
moved up to his hair, pulling his head up. Marcus
gasped for air as he was pulled off, the air
immediately escaping him in a whine as Vincent
sucked at his neck.
“This the attention you wanted?” He asked against
Marcus. Marcus only answered with another
whimper in pleasure. Vincent continued to mark
his throat in kisses and bites. Marcus yelped at the
angry, deep bites left on his neck.
Vincent pulled off to see the bruised remains of
Marcus’s neck for a moment before removing his
top, tossing it somewhere on the ground. He soon
pulled Marcus into another rough kiss, Marcus
running his hands along Vincent’s chest. Vincent
pulled off, removing Marcus’s pants and boxers
and set them aside with the growing pile of clothes.
Marcus flushed as Vincent pinned him down on
the couch, roughly kissing him once again. Marcus
grinned into the kiss as he wrapped his arms
around his neck. Vincent ground down against
Marcus, making him moan into the kiss. Marcus
craved for more, bucking his hips up until Vincent
broke the kiss leaving Marcus whining.
He wouldn’t be upset for long as Vincent pushed in
a finger into Marcus, rewarded with a moan from
the body below him. The two shared multiple kisses
as Vincent thrusted the digit in and out of him. He
relished Marcus’s noises as he slipped a second
into him, absorbing every whine and moan through
the hasty, messy kisses.
Marcus groaned as Vincent spread his fingers apart
inside him, pressing his nails into Vincent’s back.
Vincent ignored the slight pain, too focused on
Marcus’s pleased expressions as he pushed a third
digit inside him. Marcus gasped, whining as Vincent
curled his fingers inside him. “Mmm, please,
Vincent..” Marcus pleaded.
Vincent attacked Marcus’s neck again, trailing bites
and hickeys from his throat to his shoulders down to
his chest. Marcus felt a knot start to form in his
stomach as Vincent thrusted his fingers faster inside
him. He bit down on Vincent shoulder, groaning as he
tipped closer to his first high— until he stopped.
“What— Vincent,” Marcus whined as Vincent pulled
out, stretching the vowels in Vincent’s name. Vincent
removed himself from Marcus’s grasp, sitting back
pright. Vincent didn’t respond as he removed his own
bottoms, discarding of his clothes with the pile on the
ground before bringing his attention back to Marcus.
Vincent placed his hands on Marcus’s hips. Marcus
looked up, opening his mouth to ask before Vincent
pushed his entire length in him with one thrust.
Marcus let out a choked moan, pain erupting from his
abdomen. Vincent didn’t spare a moment to adjust as
he pulled out and snapping his hips quickly against
Marcus’s.
Marcus groaned with every thrust, his arms
wrapping around Vincent’s back once again.
Luckily, the pain quickly turned to pleasure and
Marcus already had his head rolling back.
“Fuck..” Vincent swore, his pace already
quickening. He savored Marcus’s moans, his grip
on Marcus’s hips likely hard enough to bruise.
Marcus dug his nails into Vincent’s back,
scratching at it as Vincent roughly pounded into
him. He mindlessly rambled in pleasure, from
repeating pleads to Vincent’s name. Vincent
suddenly removed a hand from his hip and gripped
his throat tight enough to constrict a considerable
amount of air yet loose enough not to make
Marcus pass out.
Marcus gasped at the hand around his throat, his
eyes rolling back into his head. The pleasure of
Vincent’s thrusts and the pain of lack of air made
him dizzy. He choked out a sob as Vincent directly
hit that one good spot. “Fuck— more, pl— ease,”
Marcus begged in between gasps, his head falling
back.
Vincent did as he requested, thrusting into him
harder. Marcus was left breathless, his mouth
agape as he constantly fought for air with every
thrust. Vincent groaned as Marcus clenched tighter
around him. His jaw tightened at the pleasure, the
pain of Marcus’s nails digging into him through the
fabric of his shirt easily ignorable compared to the
waves of pleasure that washed over him every time
his hips melded with Marcus’s.
Marcus’s muscles tightened as the pleasure grew
more and more intense. It almost became too much
as he inched closer to his orgasm. Vincent gripped
Marcus’s waist tighter as his own orgasm grew
closer. “Shit— come with me,” Vincent moaned, his
thrusts turning erratic. Marcus whined as he
scratched deep lines into Vincent’s back, holding
back his release.
Vincent bit down on Marcus’s shoulder as he
groaned, releasing into Marcus. Marcus immediately
let go, the only thing he could process was the
feeling of something warm spilling into him. His
vision blurred at the edges, keening as he came
onto their stomachs.
Vincent let go of Marcus’s neck, collapsing on top
of him for a few moments. Marcus panted as he
regained his breath. Vincent fixed their positions
once he came down from his own high, sitting
upright and lifting Marcus into his lap. “Sorry, was
I too rough?” Vincent wondered. He was returned
confused once Marcus didn’t respond. “Marcus?
He continued until he realized Marcus had passed
out.
Vincent sighed, letting Marcus rest on the couch
as he redressed himself. He went into the kitchen
to grab a few sheets of paper towels, quickly
coming back to Marcus and cleaning the both of
them off. They could wash up the next morning,
Vincent thought. He was too tired to bother with
that at the moment. Once he was done, he threw
away the tissues before turning the TV off and
grabbed Marcus clothes, tossing them over his
shoulder before lifting Marcus into his arms.
“Fuck, you’re heavy,” Vincent swore. He scoffed
at his own playful comment, bringing them
upstairs to their bedroom. He set Marcus on the
bed as he threw his clothes into the hamper and
grabbing some pajamas for him. He redressed
Marcus before getting into bed with him, pulling
the covers over them both. He pulled him into
his arms, bringing his hand into Marcus’s hair
before finally succumbing to his exhaustion
and falling asleep.
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so soz for double upload of pt. 1 (,,>﹏<,,)
ty for readings :3 might post again!! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )
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