Marco was going to lose it.

Jean's hand had slowly unraveled what ever restraint he had knitted together when his hand started pumping up and down along his cock. His fingers dug into Jean's shoulders as he threw his head back and moaned. Jean pulled away slightly then and smirked down at Marco as he paused his working hand. Marco bucked against his hand, just like he wanted. Slowly, he ran his thumb across his slit and Marco jolted, precum coating Jean's hand. "You're at your limit right?" Jean breathed as he began pumping again, much slower and teasingly.

Marco nodded, sweat beginning to cover his forehead.

"Then ask for it." He stated, obviously amused. He began sucking on Marco's bruised neck once again, eliciting more loud groans.

"Jean," he pleaded.

"I can't hear you." he chuckled into Marco's shoulder as he quickened his pace slightly.

"Damnit Jean!" he panted.

"Getting closer." he smiled as Marco bucked against his hand.

"Please," he moaned. "Please let me come, Jean. Please."

Jean blushed. Damn, he was adorable.

He placed a sloppy kiss on Marco's swollen lips and pumped even faster as Marco wrapped his arms around his neck.

"Jean, I'm gunna-"

"It's okay." Jean grinned as Marco came in his hand and across his stomach, in a sharp gasp and prolonged whimper. Marco's quick breaths drowned out the rain pounding the car, and Jean kissed his forehead gently.

"Sorry Marco. We aren't done yet."

"Oh thank God. I thought you were quitting on me." he sat up and returned Jean's kiss shakily. "Sorry, I'm still feeling it."

Jean sat back and laughed, trying to readjust himself discretely.

"Oh right." Marco said, leaning forward and pulling Jean's underwear down, revealing his throbbing manhood. "It's you're turn isn't it?"

"You don't have to-"

Too late.

Marco's tongue was tracing circles around the head of his dick and down his length, pausing to suck on a vein that ran along it.

"Marco." he groaned as he wound his fingers in his hair.

Marco glanced up at him, amusement dancing in his brown eyes as he slowly took all of Jean in his mouth.

"Oh my God." Jean muttered.

Marco was hot. How could a guy who lives by himself and paints pictures of the sky be so fucking erotic?

Marco repeated the process again and paused, removing his mouth.

"Please don't stop." Jean half-begged, half-demanded.

"Ask for it." he joked as his hand continued pumping along Jean's cock.

"You don't get to say that." Jean laughed as he pushed Marco back down on his dick, causing him to gag.

"Sorry." he breathed.

No he wasn't. That was hot. "

Jean," Marco inhaled. "Please don't get harder when you're in my mouth."

Jean smirked. Marco shook his head and began to suck on Jean's head as his hand pumped up and down.

"Oh God, Marco. That's too good."

Jean couldn't hold it back anymore. Roughly, he pushed Marco's head back down once more as he came furiously, his body shuddering. He moaned as he rode it out, and Marco removed his mouth and sat back up.

"Did you really swallow that?" Jean asked incredulously.

Marco shrugged and nodded. "Tasted like-"

"I don't want to know!"

Marco broke out in laughter and shook his head. "You're missing out."

"Marco," he looked over at Jean's serious face. "D-do you, ya know," he scratched his head self-consciously and glanced away. "Want to continue?"

Marco chuckled. "Jean, I really hope I'm not the only one still hard right now."

"Jean slid back on top of Marco and trailed a hand down his stomach and across his thigh. "I can fix that."

Tentatively he pressed against Marco's entrance as he gently bit Marco's bottom lip. "You're okay with this?" Jean asked one more time as he slowly slid one finger in and back out. Marco nodded as he squeezed Jean's shoulders.

"More." he whimpered, and Jean complied by adding a second finger.

"You're really tight" he grunted as Marco moaned.

"More." Marco begged, but Jean paused.

"You know…it might hurt. We have no lube or anything."

Marco nodded and smiled.

"Are you positive?"

Marco pulled Jean down to him and roughly kissed him, and when he pulled away Jean could see the resolve and lust mingling in his expression.

"More." he demanded.

Jean sighed and smiled, spreading Marco's legs wider. Slowly he lined himself up and exhaled. "Ready?"

Marco nodded again, and Jean carefully began to slide in.

"Keep going." he said shakily.

"Damn, you're so tight."

After a moment, Jean was completely inside of Marco. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern filling his features as he gently splayed kisses all over Marco's face. Marco shuddered once, and slowly began to relax his body. "Can I move now?"

"Please do." Marco exhaled.

Jean carefully pulled out until his head was the only thing left inside, and then he quickly thrust back in, eliciting a yelp from Marco.

Oh no. Jean thought he could do this with some control at least, but he was losing it. With every thrust, Marco cried out loudly and lustfully.

"Jean, please don't get harder when you're inside me, too." Marco's laugh dissolved into a loud gasp and his nails dug into Jean's back.

"I can't hold back anymore." Jean groaned as his thrusts gained speed.

Marco's moans became screams as Jean's cock slammed into him repeatedly.

"Oh God. Fuck! Jean, I'm gonna come…" he whimpered against Jean's neck.

Jean shoved their lips together and his tongue traced along Marco's lip. "Not yet." he stated.

He could feel his climax building, but he didn't want to reach it yet. He wanted to enjoy being inside of Marco for a little bit before he came, but with each scream Marco pushed him a little closer to the edge.

"Jean," he panted again.

"Not yet."

Marco gasped and gripped Jean's ass, keeping him balls deep inside of him. Defiantly he gazed up at Jean. "Jean, this is me asking for it. Please. I can't take it anymore." he begged.

Jean kissed his nose and wrapped his hand around Marco's cock, pumping quickly as he continued thrusting once more.

"Ah!" Marco threw his head back as Jean slammed into him.

"Marco, I'm gunna come." he groaned into Marco's ear. Marco came roughly all over his chest and Jean's hand, his torso convulsing and back arching.

"Fuck, Marco." Jean whimpered as Marco suddenly tightened around him, and he came inside. His body shuddered as he collapsed on top of Marco, resting his head on his chest.

"Sorry." he exhaled after a few minutes. "I didn't mean to come inside you."

"It's fine." Marco tenderly pushed Jean's hair off of his forehead and slowly traced circles along the bruises on his shoulder blades. Jean could hear Marco's erratic heartbeat slowing down, and his breathing evened out.

"Did I hurt you?"

Marco shook his head and continued rubbing Jean's back.

Jean was comfortable in Marco's arms. He could feel himself drifting off.

"You're heavy, you know that?" Marco chided jokingly.

"So I've been told." Jean replied softly as the warmth of Marco's body and the steady beat of his heart lulled him to sleep.