So, they missed New Years all together and through nobodies fault but their own.
The countdown had gone unnoticed and the fireworks were exchanged for metaphorical ones, ones that exploded behind their eyes as different parts of their bodies collided.
They were holed up in a dark, yet comfortable room, the original occupant somewhere else enjoying the celebrations. They had made a mental note, as they burst through its doors, that if they were ever found out, they would apologise profusely, but they didn't stop their actions none the less.
The noises outside went unheard, the explosions and laughing were nothing compared to the bated breaths that echoed throughout the little room.
"Oh Marco…" he breathed, twisting his fingers through dark locks, causing the man on top of him to grunt.
"Jean." he engaged him in a sloppy kiss, his tongue dancing in Jean's slick mouth. They moaned into each other, Jean's fingers untangling themselves from Marco's hair, to join the others clawing at his shoulders, leaving burning pink lines on his olive skin.
Oh my god… Marco, you're amazing.
Christmas couldn't have gone any slower, the days were spent counting down to this very moment, both of them itching to see and devour the other.
As soon as they had entered each other's sights, all the anticipation and giddy fear had been thrown to the wind. As soon as Marco had placed his hands on Jean's hips, that was the end of all their self control. They managed to slip away unseen and find somewhere secluded. This room.
At first, everything was slow and tender, but they soon got bored of that and went straight for the fast and passionate.
Still, Marco was aware enough to make sure Jean was prepared and comfortable. Thank god for Marco, even if it felt like…
… excruciating pleasure, as Marco worked his fingers inside of him. Stretching him, rubbing his heated insides in an almost unbearable manner, as Marco littered kisses with burning lips, over Jean's quivering skin.
Finally Marco's ministrations stopped, pulling his fingers out, stroking up and down Jean's trembling thighs, breathing deeply as he watched the smaller male writhe under his caresses.
His head had fallen to side, exposing his silky neck to him. He wanted it. His pink lips, worked to a lusty red between his teeth. His hands clenching the bed sheets as if it would stop him from drifting away.
He watched as Jean's smooth pale chest heaved shallow breaths, only to be followed by erotic whimpers.
"Jean." he gasped huskily, attacking the body below him with his mouth once more. He let his lips dance up white skin, followed swiftly by his devilish fingers.
His lips meet with a pink nub and kissed it.
"Mar…" Jean mewled.
He kissed it again and again, and once he tired of that, he bit it, causing Jean to arch up into him.
"Ahh…" he cried
He sucked on it then, hard. Jean shook in the air and collapsed back down onto the bed in a wanton, quaking mess.
"Please Marco…" he gasped. "… no more."
Marco looked up at him in lusty confusion.
"You want me to stop?" he breathed, his lips never leaving Jean's silky skin. Jean shook his head softly. No, you idiot, that's not what I meant. "…because I can't stop Jean, you taste too good." he moaned childishly, continuing to lap at his abused nipple.
Jean shook again, Marco's statement swimming around in his head. He sounds like a spoilt child who's being denied his favourite candy. So cute. I'd let you eat me alive Marco.
"No. I want more…" Jean begged, squirming under Marco's roaming hands that flicked over his ticklish sides. "…I want you… I want you now." he rasped.
Suddenly Marco growled, he actually growled, ripping Jean away from the mattress and into his lap.
His arms surrounded the lithe man, pressing himself possessively against his chest, burying his face into the crook of Jean's neck.
"Jean…" he whined. "… you're driving me insane." he pouted, looking up into Jean's glazed eyes.
"Ditto." he huffed, as Marco rolled his hips up into him, rubbing his extremely hard cock against Jean's ass.
Marco chuckled darkly, gnawing at Jean's pearly shoulder, making him hiss.
"Then can I…" he moaned loudly into Jean's ear as he rolled his hips again.
"Yes." Jean nodded quickly, digging his nails into freckled shoulders.
Marco slowly moved his hands down to Jean's cheeks, lifting him up and positioning him above his erection.
He held him there for a few moments until Jean gave his shoulder a squeeze to let him know he was ready.
Gently, he lowered his lover down, his tip spreading Jean wide, sliding into him. Shit, so big. He pushed himself in further with a tiny thrust, making Jean cry out and grip his shoulders even more.
"Ngh…" he gasped, biting his lip. It hurt, but it felt so good. It's Marco… Marco's… it felt so good he couldn't think.
"I'm sorry…" he breathed heavily, his fingers groping Jeans hips harshly in an attempt to control himself. He didn't want to hurt Jean, he wanted everything… well, he just wanted everything, but hurting him was out of the question. "… are you ok?"
"Yes…" he said, releasing his hold on Marco's strong golden shoulders, to lift the freckled mans face from its place against his neck. He smiled lightly down at him and placed a little kiss against his forehead. Marco hummed contentedly. Jean was fine, so he was fine. "… it just hurt a little, but… it's normal." he cooed, placing another kiss on his lips.
They smiled into each other's mouths, tasting the others happiness with their wandering tongues.
Marco wrapped his arms around him once more, stroking affectionate circles into Jean's back.
Marco would have happily stayed like that forever, but Jean was the first to move.
He lifted himself up Marco's erection slowly, biting his lip as he felt the large intrusion stroke his insides.
Jean heard a lusty moan from beneath him and felt fingers groped harshly at his hips.
"Jean…" he breathed.
His heart beat quickly as Marco's scorching breath fizzed over his neck and his member throbbed inside him, only to beat twice as fast when he let himself drop back down, forcing Marco deeper.
"SHIT!" they cried in unison.
"Oh god, Jean!" he yelled, pushing the man back down on to the bed and thrusting into him once more.
"MARCO!" he cried again, clawing at whatever his fingers could find. It felt so good they couldn't stop themselves. They lost all control.
Marco continued to snap his hips up into Jean mercilessly, his fingers digging into Jean's flesh so hard, bruises would be sure to follow.
"Ngh! Marc…" He whimpered, his inner walls heating up in an unbearable fashion. I'm burning alive! "So… good!"
"Ahh, Jean!" he moaned carelessly, his mouth finding its way to Jean's ear. "Jean…"
"Ngh…" Marco's breath was so hot, it burned, the voice in his ear sent shivers running through his body and Marco moaned loudly once more, loving the feeling of Jean quake beneath him.
"Jean…" his thrust deeply, making Jean arch into him and claw at his back. He loved it, Jean was all his, his body coming up to meet him willingly, his nails dragging hot burning lines over him, to prove he belonged to Jean as much as Jean belonged to him. "… oh god. Oh god Jean, I love you!" he cried, thrusting harshly once again.
"Marco…" he whined. Damn him! Why did he have to say that? I cant… "I LOVE YOU TOO!" he screamed, Marco hitting his prostate dead on. "SHIT! Marco I…" he threw head back into the sheets, his mouth wide in a silent scream as Marco continued to hit that one spot again and again.
"Jean, so good. I cant…" he panted. "… stop." he let his head drop to Jean's neck, were he proceeded to suck at sweet, flushed skin.
Jean whimpered as his neck was attacked, it felt as if he were being devoured whole. He loved it. Wanted it to go on forever, but he knew it couldn't. He could feel himself growing closer and closer to end with each wild thrust Marco drilled into him. So good!
"Marco… I'm almost…" he bit back a moan, forcing his hand up to Marco's dark hair, and pulling him away from his neck to look into his eyes. "Marco." he breathed, his eyes glazed and his lips desperate for attention. Kiss me!
Marco kissed him then, forcefully and sloppily, as if he could read Jean's mind. Their tongues collided stupidly, as if they'd forgotten how to use them, their minds hazy from the pleasure caused by the other.
Jean's insides tightened and burned torturously, as Marco screwed him thoroughly, hitting and caressing every single sweet spot to the point where his body couldn't function beyond conforming to Marco's every demand. Mewling at his touch and rolling his hips up to meet him.
Marco's mind was a blank, all he knew was the insatiable urge to bury himself in the tight heat that enveloped him, that drove him insane, that made him push deeper and harder and closer to his release. It was too much. It was too good. It was Jean.
They moaned into one another as they neared their end. The heat pooling in their stomachs, bodies shaking from exhaustion and pleasure. So close.
"Marco, I'm…" he breathed. Marco shook his head in understanding, his tongue still flicking in and out of Jean's mouth.
"Me too." he huffed, snapping his hips upwards.
"Ahh… Marco." he whined, grabbing and ripping Marco's hand from his hip, pulling it up and placing it on his leaking, forgotten cock. "Touch me." he pleaded.
Marco complied, wrapping his fingers around it, making Jean hiss. No doubt it hurt from being neglected for so long, but it probably felt so good too, if Jean's pleasure filled face was anything to go by. He pumped it in time with his thrusts, squeezing the tip before running his fingers down the shaft.
"Mmm… Marco!" he twisted his fingers in the dark locks once more.
"Ngh." he grunted back, as he felt dull nails rake at his scalp. "Jean." he rasped, his voice gravely, making Jean's head spin.
He'd dreamed of Marco's voice in his ears, dreamed of Marco's hands roaming his body. His voice all smoky and erotic, his hands callous and hot on his skin. He'd dreamed of it for so long and now that it was happening, he realised his dreams were so off base. Reality was so much better than anything his fuzzy, detached little brain could conjure up.
Marco drove himself in one more time, hitting Jean's prostate again, hard. That was it for Jean, he was ripped over the edge, lights dancing behind his eyes, electricity coursing through his already pleasure abused body. He shook from the force of his orgasm, a loud cry forcing its way out of his lungs. The world disappeared as Marco caused the greatest orgasm he had ever had.
"MARCO!" he gripped wildly at the sheets, Marco still shakily forcing himself in and out of Jean's ass.
Marco breathed heavily, the sound of Jean calling his name was the most erotic thing he had ever heard. The sight of Jean as his cum shot up his torso, the feel of Jean as he tighten unbearable around him. He was so close, the pleasure too much for him to handle. His body shook weakly, as he thrust further into Jean's slick hole a few more times to reach he climax.
"OH SHIT JEAN!" he burst, shooting everything into a writhing Jean.
Jean whimpered as Marco's hot seed pooled inside him, heating him up from the inside.
"Ah, Marco." he breathed, letting his body melt into the sheets beneath him. He felt weak, so weak.
"Hmm." Marco collasped on top of him, nuzzling into Jean's sticky neck, still fully sheathed inside of him. He didn't want to move. Everything felt right. So right. Being so close, so intimate. How could he ever stop kissing him? I'll never stop.
Jean hummed contentedly as Marco continued to caress him. Covering him in a thousand tiny torturous kisses, fingers stroking his sides softly. So sweet. He would let this go on forever if he could, but things were starting to become uncomfortable.
"Marco." he giggled as dark locks tickled his chin.
"Hmm?" he murmured, still insistent on kissing the entirety of Jean's neck.
"You're starting to get heavy." he smiled. Marco looked up at him with deep chocolaty eyes and smiled back cheekily, childishly refusing to stop what he was doing.
"And?" he smirked, his voice a type of husky that can only be achieved after sex. Jean's insides fizzed with a heat that was now familiar.
"And nothing." he scolded playfully, pushing his shoulder lightly. Marco laughed, the sound vibrating deeply between them. Jean blushed at the man on top of him. Seriously, this guy. He really is a god. "Please Marco. You're getting heavy and…" his blush deepened and he bit his abused lips awkwardly.
Marco looked at the man beneath him quizzically. Even after everything they had just done, Jean could still blush like a cute little virgin. Just like when we first met.
"And what, Jean?" he cooed, leaning in to kiss him gently. Jean couldn't help but moan as their lips connected.
"And…" he kissed back. "…could you pull out? It's a bit…" he blushed some more, looking away with embarrassment. Marco chuckled happily.
"Sorry, I should have know. I didn't mean to hurt you." he smiled reassuringly.
"No, you didn't hurt me." Jean added quickly, before Marco could kiss him again.
He smiled down at his lover, never taking his eyes off him as he lifted himself up and slowly pulled himself out, wanting to see Jean's face contort in one last moment of pleasure.
He let a moan slip out as Jean's silky walls stroked his lifeless cock once more and then proceeded to roll sideways to lie down beside his boyfriend. He let out a shaky breath as Jean smiled back at him. Shuffling closer, he wrapped his arms around his waist, fingers stroking Jean's smooth milky skin.
It felt nice to wrapped up in Marco's strong arms. It felt safe and warm. I want to stay like this forever. He could feel his eyes close as the comfort of Marco took him over.
He looked at Jean's sleepy face and sighed contentedly as he felt his own eyes grow heavy.
"Jean?" he whispered, afraid he may have already fallen asleep.
"Hmm?" he replied sleepily.
"I love you Jean." he whispered again.
Jean cracked open an eye and smiled as Marco blushed at him.
"I love you too Marco. How could I not?" he chuckled. Marco smiled back and pulled Jean even closer.
"I hope you never find the answer to that question." he huffed, kissing Jean's forehead.
"Don't worry, I don't think I ever will." he said, kissing a freckled shoulder affectionately.
They smiled into the embrace and let sleep take them.
Definitely worth the wait.
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