Mark accepted Roger's extended hand, smiling, and looking at the clock. "We have 7 and a half hours before we have to battle the rush hour crowds and the subways", his smile turning into a grin, as he turned to Roger and caught the sparkle in Roger's eyes. This wasn't the first time they'd been intimate, but their being apart for a night, had brought a new meaning to intimacy. Their time apart had shown how hard it was to be apart from one another and this reunion, even after only a night of being apart, was nothing to be rushed. The filmmaker had been laying on the couch, looking up at the guitarist, his hand wrapped in the guitarist's extended one, when he had a better idea. With a swift pull, Mark yanked Roger towards him, pulling Roger on top of him on the couch. The guitarist grinned at the filmmaker's sudden action, his eyes sparkling, and his grin full of wicked intent.
Without a second thought, Roger placed a deep crushing on Mark's lips, hastily working on removing the powdered sugar from Mark's face. Mark squirmed and blushed under Roger's kiss, and giggled as Roger lapped at his face to remove the powdered sugar.
"Mmmm….now that you're clean from breakfast, I can begin to taste the rest of you", Roger whispered, his eyes sharing the expression of the wicked grin.
Mark blushed even more, his eyes closed, reeling in Roger's words and actions. Roger placed another crushing kiss on Mark's kiss, and Roger's last spoken words were enough to turn Mark on in a quick instant. Battling each other's lips with fevered intense kisses, moans replaced any attempts of words being spoken. While Roger had usually taken the more dominant role in the relationship, Mark recently had begun to match if not surpass him, and Roger was eager to see how this would play out during their moments of intimacy. Throughout Roger's life, he was always the dominating one, with his personality, decisions, and actions, but he trusted Mark. It was that trust that would allow him to fully let go and experience feelings that he'd kept locked up in a mental box for the longest time. Mark thrust his tongue into Roger's mouth, getting a firm grip on Roger's hair, pulling him closer, his grip and kisses becoming more insistent. Roger moaned into Mark's mouth as the filmmaker was guiding the guitarist into complete submission. Mark worked his tongue faster, and significantly tightened his grip on Roger's hair. Roger let out a deep moan, and opened his eyes to look at Mark. Mark's pale skin was a flushed crimson, and he wore the same wicked grin that Roger held prior. Without warning, and with one motion, Mark flipped both him and Roger, so now Roger was the one pinned against the couch, and was fully at Mark's disposal.
"Such strength!", Roger admired. Mark grinned, and took hold of Roger's shirt, working it up over his head and threw it to the floor. With the shirt out of the way, Mark was able to please Roger even more. Mark was usually one to take things slow and light, but today, Roger would be his, and would have marks to bear. His tongue fluttered momentarily at Roger's neck before biting firmly. The guitarist's eyes briefly flew open and a quick gasp escaped his lips. The filmmaker smirked and took the reaction as a definite sign to continue, though no such opposing plans had been made. The actions were repeated down to Roger's collarbone. Quickly, Mark's gaze flew to Roger's chest, one of the things Mark loved most about Roger, his chest muscles and their definition. Mark raked his nails down Roger's chest, watching Roger squirm at the sensations. Mark knew what would come next, but he wasn't sure exactly how to go about it. What he was sure of, was that he wanted this experience to be as drawn out for Roger as possible. Placing one hand on Roger's hip, with his fingers kneading, the other hand skillfully opened Roger's belt buckle and slid down the zipper. Flaring the top of his pants open, it only took Mark a few swift tugs to shuck Roger's jeans from his body. Noticing the obvious tent in Roger's boxers, Mark figured this would be as good a time as any to move things into the bedroom. Extending his hand to Roger, they both moved towards the bedroom, which because of the stormy weather outside was dark.
Mark let Roger get comfortable on the bed, before lying beside him and pulling him into a deep kiss. Just to tempt Roger a little further, Mark pressed into Roger for a few seconds, before pulling back, fully aware of how aroused Roger was. Loving the feeling of being in control, the filmmaker moved in front of the guitarist, laying atop him once again, and slowly rocking upwards. Roger's head fell backwards as he kept pushing up against Mark, his brow furrowed every time he baited Roger by pulling away ever so slightly. Seeing Roger's flustered reaction, Mark decided to give in, and bucked against Roger hard.
"Fuck….Mark!", Roger whined.
"Soon", Mark responded, grinning.
Mark pounded Roger's lips with firm deep kisses, as he stroked Roger's cock through his boxers. Roger let out a high pitched whimper, uncharacteristic of the guitarist who usually exhibited a rigid personality, not to be swayed, but submission changes people's actions, Mark mused. All the reactions from Roger aroused Mark significantly more than his mind realized. Without thinking twice, Mark practically tore off Roger's boxers, and used Roger's cock as a way to get Roger closer to him, with a firm tug. Roger's eyes only flickered closed for a minute before feeling the head of Mark's penis, slick with lube and additional lube from the condom, pressing against his anus. With one thrust, Mark slid all the way inside Roger. Many of their sex sessions had sex that was along the rough side, but Roger had never been on the receiving end of rough sex, though Mark secretly knew he desired to be. Roger was quick to adjust to the rough entering, and was more than ready continue. Slowly building up speed and pressure, the filmmaker began to pound into the guitarist, the bed, beginning to shake. Mark was surprised at how quiet Roger was being, but he realized it was the submission. Roger began to grunt quietly as Mark pounded away, but the grunting soon stopped. Mark looked at Roger, curiously.
"It's ok….you can show me….", Mark grinned wickedly, realizing that all Roger really wanted was permission.
As soon was Mark resumed pounding into Roger, Roger's vocals resumed the vocal height that they'd always been, and Mark was pleased that Roger was truly enjoying himself, and enjoying Mark. A few more minutes of going full force was all that Mark could take, before emptying himself into Roger, as Roger began to spasm around him.
Slowly, they both relaxed, and Roger took his usually place laying beside Mark, wrapping his arms around the filmmaker's torso, and placing soft kisses along his neck.
"How did you know?", Roger asked, still panting a bit.
"The more we share together, the easier it is for me to get into that mental box of yours", Mark smiled, turning to look deep into Roger's eyes.
"In time, I want you to discover everything I've put in that box. I trust you. I want you.", Roger mused.
"Later…Rog…..", Mark giggled. "You'll have plenty of time to swoon as I'm dancing on tables tonight".
"You've always had the cutest body", Roger remarked, smiling.
With that remark, Roger placed a soft kiss on Mark's lips, reaching out to hug him closer, lovingly.
"Let's rest….we'll need to be rejuvenated for Maureen's performance, and for later tonight.", Mark quipped.
"Mmmm….", Roger agreed, snuggling into Mark, stroking up and down his sides, before falling asleep to the rhythm of Mark's heart and the sounds of his breathing.