HKVerse 6, Mark Lutz/Vin Diesel; "Homecoming" (NC-17)
Fandom: Actorslash, Alternate Universe (Hong Kong-verse)
Pairing: Mark Lutz / Vin Diesel
Authors: zillah975 and telesilla
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true: we made it up
Series: (Hong Kong -verse, really AU) Miranda's a travel writer, Mark's a photographer, they meet in Hong Kong, and get along from the start.
Feedback: Please! And constructive criticism of all kinds. Anyone who knows Hong Kong and wants to correct us, we'd love that.
Archive: Generally OK, but notification required - send email to archive at msilverstar dot com.
Notes: We wanted to collaborate on writing kinky sex. So we decided to start with two characters from an RPG and send them off into an AU. This episode introduces Mark Vincent (Vin), our third character, written by the adored telesilla, to whom I owe a huge debt of gratitude for taking on the task of writing my boy's lover.
Mark can't shake the feeling of strangeness. He'd gotten very little sleep at Miranda's, never sleeps well in strange beds without Vin and hadn't really intended to stay. It just sort of worked out that way. He'd gotten home in the early hours of the morning and had collapsed into bed, their bed that smells like Vin, and Miranda's scent had lingered on his skin as well. The combination had been unsettling, and he doesn't know why.
He turns the water hotter, standing under the spray for a long time. He's got a couple of hours before he needs to be at the airport, and he considers calling Miranda, just to say hello, see how she's doing, but he's too distracted and she'll be able to tell. He shouldn't use her as a way to kill time before he goes to meet Vin.
He's going to have to introduce them soon. He thinks by now he should be used to this -- it's far from the first time he's had another lover, and every time he's been too excited to keep them to himself. But this, he realizes with a start, is the first time he's been with one the night before Vin was due back from so long away. Maybe that's the strangeness. He feels as though maybe he should have settled for a kiss goodnight last night, come back here and --
And what?
His own hand, imagining his lover, imagining Vin there with him, not shagging a new playmate senseless. But that would have meant leaving Mir wondering why he'd left, what was wrong. Or telling her. Neither seemed like a sensible alternative.
He needs to introduce them soon. He shakes his head under the spray, scattering water, and rubs his face briskly. This is why he never keeps them to himself. It feels too much like choosing.
*~*~*~*
Mark's leaning against the wall, scanning the crowds for his lover's distinctive figure. Even in the throng of people -- foreigners and locals, tourists and businessmen and families returning home -- Vin's easy to spot, tall and broad and with a way of moving that seems to part the crowd like water in front of him. Mark grins broadly when he sees him, and pushes off the wall, making his way over to wait impatiently for Vin to get through customs.
Of all the things Vin loves about Mark, his smile is pretty close to the top of the list. If it were any bigger and brighter, we could light the whole damn city, he thinks as he heads toward his lover, having finally finished with the hassle of customs. "Damn, but it's good to see you," he says, reaching for Mark's wrist and squeezing it lightly.
"Christ, I've missed you," Mark says, barely resisting the urge to pull him close, kiss him 'til he can't breathe. Two men their size in this airport are noticeable enough without adding that to the scene. "C'mon," he says, "I've got the limo waiting. Wanna get you where I can put my hands on you."
"Right hand only," Vin says as they head toward the doors. He loves doing this, coming up with odd little conditions and restrictions. Not only does it keep Mark on his toes, it does the same for Vin, keeping him from falling into the kind of rut he's seen other D/s players fall into.
Mark laughs and thumps Vin playfully, right-handed. "Yes sir," he says, shaking his head and still chuckling. He loves this about Vin -- he loves everything about Vin, at least that he can think of after a couple of weeks apart. But he loves this too, these sudden arbitrary little rules he'll make up on the spur of the moment. It keeps him guessing, and gets him hard as often as it gets him laughing. Tonight, though, he's been hard since he spotted Vin in the crowd.
"So how was the trip?" he asks as he opens the door for his lover.
"Good," Vin says. "I have a deal on some amazing Shiraz that's going for a song. I can sell it in the States for one hell of a profit." He shakes his head as they reach the limo. "But more about that later. You know where I want you now, and it's not talking business."
"Oh, hell yes," Mark murmurs as he slides into the limo behind Vin. The driver barely gets the door shut before Mark is on his knees, right hand sliding up Vin's thigh, massaging the hard muscle as he puts his other hand behind his back, and he nuzzles close, breathing in his lover's scent. "God, I've missed you," he whispers.
"Missed you too," Vin says, bending down to kiss Mark hard, pulling back to bite at Mark's lips in between long hungry kisses. As much as he hates traveling away from Mark, he has to admit the reunions are pretty damn good.
Smiling into the kisses, Mark bites back, sucking at Vin's tongue as he teases his hand up underneath his shirt. "You taste like airplane scotch," he murmurs, licking Vin's lips, his fingers finding one dark nipple and pinching gently, rolling it into a little peak. "There's champagne if you want it," he adds, lips against Vin's throat, his left hand curling into a fist behind his back, wanting to touch.
"It was a little rough coming in," Vin says, explaining away the scotch. "And the champagne can wait until later. Right now I want what you're doing." He leans back and looks down at Mark, smiling crookedly.
"Mmm, I was hoping you'd say that," Mark answers, grinning up at him. He eases back down to his knees to get his teeth on the top button of Vin's fly, deftly pops it open and tugs his shirt up enough to kiss his belly, little biting kisses as he works the zipper down. Vin's skin is salty-sweet, warm, and Mark tugs his slacks open to free his cock. He's almost purring as he licks the shaft, half-hidden still within the folds of Vin's clothing, running his tongue around the crown and sucking gently.
"Take it slow," Vin says, reaching down to stroke the side of Mark's face lightly. "I want to feel every minute of this." It's a kind of self torture really, and part of Vin -- the part that Mark is busy licking -- would really prefer it if Vin just pushed hard into Mark's mouth.
"Slow as you want, lover. I could do this all night," Mark murmurs, his right hand roaming back up Vin's chest to find the nub of his nipple and trapping it between two fingers as he laves Vin's cock with wet lips and tongue. He has to shift his weight as the limousine slows, accelerates, makes a turn, and it's harder without his left hand to help, but Christ this is good, being on his knees for his lover like this. He wouldn't change it for anything.
"I know you can," Vin says with a chuckle that turns into a soft groan. "Remember that time I made you take an hour?" That had required a hell of a lot of patience, but it had been so worth it to know that, in the end, Mark was as eager for Vin's orgasm as Vin was himself
Mark chuckles around Vin's cock, and in answer just tweaks his nipple sharply. He remembers. His jaw had still ached the next day, but it had been so worth it, the sounds he'd gotten from his lover, and the intensity of it when he finally let go. Mark's cock twitches at the memory, and he shifts a little, wishing he'd worn looser jeans.
"A little harder on the nipple," Vin directs. Glancing out the window, he notices that they're getting close to the apartment building and he reaches down and cups Mark's chin, tugging a little. "I don't want to come until I'm in our bed and buried in your ass."
"Aw, Jesus Vin," Mark says, his breath catching and his cock jerking painfully at the image. He nuzzles close, licking Vin's shaft as he twists that trapped nipple. "'M'bout this far away from begging you to fuck me over the seat, y'know," he murmurs, and the barest scrape of teeth on Vin's cock, followed by wet, sucking kisses.
"Oh?" Vin says. "Wanna convince me that that's a good idea?" It is a good idea; Vin has a feeling he won't take much convincing.
Grinning at the challenge, Mark kneels up a little further, then sucks Vin's cock into his mouth, opening his throat and sliding him in deep, swallowing around him as he twists his lover's nipple, pinching hard and tugging. Then he sucks back up the length, swirling his tongue around the head before plunging back down, his throat working to take him in. Right now he doesn't think he'd care whether Vin fucked him over the seat or fucked his mouth 'til he choked -- all that matters is that he's here, his lover's smell, his taste, that leather and velvet voice. Nothing else matters.
"Fuck," Vin gasps. "You could convince anybody of anything with that mouth." He takes a deep breath and presses the intercom button. "Take the scenic route," he tells the driver. "I'll tell you when to head home."
Not bothering to wait for the man's reply, Vin looks down at Mark. "I hope you have supplies with you." He will, of course, Mark's nothing if not thorough.
Mark chuckles as he sucks back up Vin's shaft, and he nods, digging in his pocket for lube. That's another thing he loves about Vin, is how much Vin loves the way Mark sucks cock. Mark knows he's good with his mouth, but something about Vin's prick and Mark's mouth seems like the most perfect fit.
"Get up here," Vin growls after another moment of perfect torture. "Straddle my lap, babe, I want to see you while I'm in you."
Mark wastes no time stripping his jeans off, and then he's back between Vin's thighs, left hand clenched behind his back again and lubing Vin's cock with his right. He can't resist the little swirl of his navel, a tender vulnerability in the smooth muscle, and he dips his tongue into it and sucks gently as he works, kissing and biting at the skin of his lover's stomach.
As much as he likes the fact that Mark's taking his time, Vin's been without a partner for a few weeks now and he's more than ready to remedy that. "C'mon up here," he says, reaching down and tugging a little at at Mark's arm. He also grabs the lube, putting it on the seat beside him.
"Greedy," Mark says with a grin as he comes up off his knees to straddle Vin's lap, his arms on either side of his lover's shoulders before he remembers and moves his left a bit, careful not to touch. "My left hand's getting jealous," he murmurs, and bites at Vin's lips.
"Damn right I'm greedy," Vin says, his voice getting a little rougher. He slicks up his fingers and then slides his hand into position, thick fingers moving slowly into Mark. "You always have that effect on me."
Mark groans, biting his lip, says breathlessly, "I like that about you," shuddering as Vin presses inside. "Fuck yes, God, Vin," sliding his hand around the back of Vin's neck and kissing him hungrily.
Vin rushes the job, growling a little in the back of his throat as he pumps two fingers inside Mark. "All your damn fault," he says, grinning at his lover. "I never used to be like this."
"Ohgod," Mark gasps, hands clenching, "no? what - what'd you used to be like?" he asks, his grin turning to bitten lips as Vin thrusts into him.
"Innocent," Vin says, making a noise that's half laugh, half moan. "Fuck you're tight," he gasps. "Really though ... I was a good boy who didn't like fucking other boys' tight asses."
"Ah, y'bastard," Mark says with a breathless laugh. "You were sure damned good at it for someone who'd never done it before," and his laugh turns to a groan, and then a growl. "C'mon, lover," he says raggedly, "fuck me, c'mon, enough teasing."
"If I weren't wanting you so fucking much," Vin says, grabbing Mark's hips. "I'd have him drive around in circles while you begged for it." He starts thrusting up hard, pulling Mark down on to his cock. "C'mon and ride me, babe."
Mark swallows a harsh cry as Vin drives into him. "God yes," he growls, "fuck yes -- next time, lover, and I'll beg 'til my throat's raw." His left hand clenched into a fist, Mark grips Vin's neck and begins fucking him, a slow drag up and his breath hitching as he drives back down, just as slow, his eyes locked on Vin's.
"I'd like that," Vin says, his voice even huskier than usual as he drives up to meet Mark's slow movements. "God ... so fucking good with you."
"Christ I've missed this," Mark breathes, touching his forehead to Vin's and stealing a quick kiss. "Not letting you go alone again, swear to God," his voice a soft growl, though they both know he doesn't mean it. There are always times one or the other of them has to be away, but they always come back to each other. "God, need you," he whispers, bitten lips as his body opens, taking his lover in, and he begins driving them harder towards climax, his cock twitching, aching between them.
"Take it then," Vin says, staring at his lover. There's nothing quite like the way Mark makes love -- he's utterly engaged, utterly here -- and Vin knows he'll never get tired of it. "Love you," he says, reaching between them to stroke Mark's cock roughly. "Want to feel you come." He knows the words are inadequate, but words have never been his strong point, and he's glad Mark knows it and loves him anyway.
Mark is almost laughing just from having Vin home again, and he's sure the driver can feel the car rocking as Mark fucks himself hard and fast on Vin's cock. He's gasping as Vin strokes him off, the twist of need tightening around his spine, and then he lunges in for a brutal kiss, parting those fine soft lips, teeth clashing as Mark jerks, cries out into Vin's mouth, his cock spasming as he spills himself in his lover's hand.
"Fuck," Vin groans, the word lost as he kisses Mark back with the same messy passion. He wants to hang on longer, wants to enjoy being buried deep inside Mark, but he's only had his own hand for a couple of weeks now and it's all too much. With a strangled shout, he thrusts up one last time and then comes, biting down on Mark's shoulder as he does.
"Ah, God," Mark gasps, Vin's teeth bruising and he's glad, wants his lover's marks, loves the feeling of him pulsing inside him. He holds Vin tight, wrapping his arm around him and kissing the smooth skin, nuzzling close, his left hand fisted against the smooth leather seat. "Please," he whispers as Vin shudders through the last of his climax. "Both hands, lover. Please?"
"Yeah," Vin says, leaning back against the seat. "Both hands now, babe." While Vin's arbitrary, he's rarely cruel and anyway, he wants to feel Mark's arms around him as much as Mark does.
Mark slides his freed left hand over Vin's shaven scalp to cup the back of his head and kisses him again, lingering, then follows the curve of Vin's neck to massage the tendons there. Vin's still buried inside him, and it feels so perfect, Mark can't talk himself into moving just yet. He draws back just enough to meet his lover's eyes. "Missed you lots," he says with a smile.
"I think I got that impression," Vin says with a grin. He raises his sticky hand to his mouth and licks it, his eyes never leaving Mark's. "Missed you too."
"Ah, love when you do that," Mark says with a little shiver. "Feels so good." And it's not just the soft swipe of Vin's tongue, though Mark'll take that any time he can get it. Watching Vin lick Mark's own cooling release from his hand makes him feel wanted in a way that he can't quite explain, and has never tried to explain out loud. "You need me to move?" he asks instead, giving Vin a teasing grin and an experimental wriggle.
"Wish I didn't but yeah," Vin says. "I'd like to get a shower and get a little more comfortable." He hits the intercom button and tells the driver to head home. "And I want to hear all about this girl of yours."
"She's great," Mark says, carefully withdrawing off Vin's body with a little wince, then toppling over to the side, nudging close and snagging his jeans with one foot. "Kind of skittish though," he goes on as he drags them over, and begins pulling them on. "Half the time I feel like I'm on the verge of getting slapped, and the other half I feel like I could do anything to her and she'd dig it."
"Sounds interesting," Vin says, tucking himself in and zipping up his jeans. "Will I get to meet her?"
"Oh yeah, I certainly hope so," Mark says. "I hope you like her." It doesn't occur to Mark to hope Miranda likes Vin -- he takes it for granted that anyone who meets his lover will like him. "And it's not really half the time I'm worried she might slap me," he goes on as he buttons up. "She's just surprised me a couple of times, getting crossways the first night, and then when she told me not to swat her ass." He laughs. "Maybe it's me who's skittish."
"Well if she's new to it, she probably has a lot of reservations," Vin says. "She could do a lot worse than to explore it with you." People, Vin's learned, tend to open up around Mark, it's something about his smile and his whole way of making people feel comfortable. Vin's envied it at times; he knows Mark comes across as a lot more approachable than Vin himself does.
Mark smiles and kisses Vin's cheek. "Thank you, lover," he says. "I'm hoping she'll explore it with both of us, though, if you like her that is, if you're into it." He wraps his arm through Vin's and laces their fingers together, leaning against him. "It's fucking kept me up at night -- in the best way," he adds quickly, "thinking of her on her knees for you, thinking of how fucking amazing you'd look together. And there's something about her that makes me want to push," he goes on, a tiny worry line appearing between his eyebrows. "I don't know what it is. She just -- I don't know. I just want to really push her hard."
Vin can't help raising an eyebrow at that. "Will I have to make sure you remember your place?" His words are more for effect than anything; they don't do 24/7, but still, it's unusual to hear Mark talking like this. "I want to see you with her, see what you're like when you're pushing someone."
"Anything," Mark says, nodding, "you know that." He glances at Vin sideways and adds, "I know where my place is. It's right here," and he twists around and straddles Vin, hands on either side of him. He smiles and bites at Vin's lips. "I know right where I belong, lover," he murmurs, "but any time you want to remind me, you do it. Any way you want."
"Oh don't worry," Vin says with his best menacing stare. "I will." The car pulls up to their apartment building as if on cue and Vin grins. "And right now your place is to come upstairs with me and share a shower."
"Mmm, I'll wash your back," Mark says, stealing another kiss before he clambers off Vin's lap and out of the limo, taking the bags from the driver as Vin follows. "Bet you haven't had anyone to wash your back right since you left town," he says with a smile, giving Vin a little nudge towards the building.
"No, unlike you, I've been confining myself to my hand and thinking of you," Vin replies. "There was this guy in Sydney, but after a minute talking to him, I realized just how stupid he was. You've spoiled me by being smart and good looking." They've reached the elevator now and once inside, Vin grabs Mark and kisses him thoroughly.
Mark drops the bags and wraps his arms around Vin, getting lost in his kisses like he always has, figures he always will. Anyone could step onto the elevator and Mark wouldn't give a damn, not with the solid press of Vin's body against his, and he wants to swallow him whole, or let Vin devour him, everything else dropping away.
He doesn't let go as Vin breaks the kiss. "I'd give 'em all up for you, lover," he murmurs, ducking forward for another kiss, quick and hungry. "And it's got nothing to do with knowing my place," he adds with a grin. "I'd do it if we were the most vanilla couple in the world."
"You make it impossible for me to be fierce," Vin says with a mock frown. "Here I am, trying to be all fucking toppy and you take the wind right out of my sails." He manages one more quick kiss before they reach their floor. "Honestly, you know I'd never ask you to give anyone up, but I do appreciate the sentiment."
"Well, if you ever change your mind," Mark says, grabbing the bags and following Vin off the elevator, "you just say the word. You're everything I need -- the rest is just icing."
Inside the apartment, Mark puts the bags down by the door and says, "You want a drink or anything first, or just let me get you undressed and under hot water?" He's pretty sure Vin was kidding about Mark taking the wind out of his toppy sails, but it was a long damned flight, and Mark knows it'll have worn on his lover. He doesn't want him to have to work for anything, especially not that.
"Shower," Vin says. "Then maybe a drink, if I don't go straight from the shower to bed." As Mark heads to the bathroom, Vin reaches out and grips his shoulder. "You take damn good care of me, babe," he says, squeezing gently.
Mark covers Vin's hand with his own, turning to him with a smile. "I love doing it," he says. "Love the way you take care of me, too."
"We're so fucking sappy," Vin says rolling his eyes in mock derision. He heads to the bedroom, pulling his shirt off as he goes.
"Yeah, well, we're allowed," Mark calls after him, laughing as he goes to start the shower. "You've been away, y'know. We'll be back to the torture and the cursing and the begging in no time, don't you worry."
Pairing: Mark Lutz / Vin Diesel
Authors: zillah975 and telesilla
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true: we made it up
Series: (Hong Kong -verse, really AU) Miranda's a travel writer, Mark's a photographer, they meet in Hong Kong, and get along from the start.
Feedback: Please! And constructive criticism of all kinds. Anyone who knows Hong Kong and wants to correct us, we'd love that.
Archive: Generally OK, but notification required - send email to archive at msilverstar dot com.
Notes: We wanted to collaborate on writing kinky sex. So we decided to start with two characters from an RPG and send them off into an AU. This episode introduces Mark Vincent (Vin), our third character, written by the adored telesilla, to whom I owe a huge debt of gratitude for taking on the task of writing my boy's lover.
Mark can't shake the feeling of strangeness. He'd gotten very little sleep at Miranda's, never sleeps well in strange beds without Vin and hadn't really intended to stay. It just sort of worked out that way. He'd gotten home in the early hours of the morning and had collapsed into bed, their bed that smells like Vin, and Miranda's scent had lingered on his skin as well. The combination had been unsettling, and he doesn't know why.
He turns the water hotter, standing under the spray for a long time. He's got a couple of hours before he needs to be at the airport, and he considers calling Miranda, just to say hello, see how she's doing, but he's too distracted and she'll be able to tell. He shouldn't use her as a way to kill time before he goes to meet Vin.
He's going to have to introduce them soon. He thinks by now he should be used to this -- it's far from the first time he's had another lover, and every time he's been too excited to keep them to himself. But this, he realizes with a start, is the first time he's been with one the night before Vin was due back from so long away. Maybe that's the strangeness. He feels as though maybe he should have settled for a kiss goodnight last night, come back here and --
And what?
His own hand, imagining his lover, imagining Vin there with him, not shagging a new playmate senseless. But that would have meant leaving Mir wondering why he'd left, what was wrong. Or telling her. Neither seemed like a sensible alternative.
He needs to introduce them soon. He shakes his head under the spray, scattering water, and rubs his face briskly. This is why he never keeps them to himself. It feels too much like choosing.
*~*~*~*
Mark's leaning against the wall, scanning the crowds for his lover's distinctive figure. Even in the throng of people -- foreigners and locals, tourists and businessmen and families returning home -- Vin's easy to spot, tall and broad and with a way of moving that seems to part the crowd like water in front of him. Mark grins broadly when he sees him, and pushes off the wall, making his way over to wait impatiently for Vin to get through customs.
Of all the things Vin loves about Mark, his smile is pretty close to the top of the list. If it were any bigger and brighter, we could light the whole damn city, he thinks as he heads toward his lover, having finally finished with the hassle of customs. "Damn, but it's good to see you," he says, reaching for Mark's wrist and squeezing it lightly.
"Christ, I've missed you," Mark says, barely resisting the urge to pull him close, kiss him 'til he can't breathe. Two men their size in this airport are noticeable enough without adding that to the scene. "C'mon," he says, "I've got the limo waiting. Wanna get you where I can put my hands on you."
"Right hand only," Vin says as they head toward the doors. He loves doing this, coming up with odd little conditions and restrictions. Not only does it keep Mark on his toes, it does the same for Vin, keeping him from falling into the kind of rut he's seen other D/s players fall into.
Mark laughs and thumps Vin playfully, right-handed. "Yes sir," he says, shaking his head and still chuckling. He loves this about Vin -- he loves everything about Vin, at least that he can think of after a couple of weeks apart. But he loves this too, these sudden arbitrary little rules he'll make up on the spur of the moment. It keeps him guessing, and gets him hard as often as it gets him laughing. Tonight, though, he's been hard since he spotted Vin in the crowd.
"So how was the trip?" he asks as he opens the door for his lover.
"Good," Vin says. "I have a deal on some amazing Shiraz that's going for a song. I can sell it in the States for one hell of a profit." He shakes his head as they reach the limo. "But more about that later. You know where I want you now, and it's not talking business."
"Oh, hell yes," Mark murmurs as he slides into the limo behind Vin. The driver barely gets the door shut before Mark is on his knees, right hand sliding up Vin's thigh, massaging the hard muscle as he puts his other hand behind his back, and he nuzzles close, breathing in his lover's scent. "God, I've missed you," he whispers.
"Missed you too," Vin says, bending down to kiss Mark hard, pulling back to bite at Mark's lips in between long hungry kisses. As much as he hates traveling away from Mark, he has to admit the reunions are pretty damn good.
Smiling into the kisses, Mark bites back, sucking at Vin's tongue as he teases his hand up underneath his shirt. "You taste like airplane scotch," he murmurs, licking Vin's lips, his fingers finding one dark nipple and pinching gently, rolling it into a little peak. "There's champagne if you want it," he adds, lips against Vin's throat, his left hand curling into a fist behind his back, wanting to touch.
"It was a little rough coming in," Vin says, explaining away the scotch. "And the champagne can wait until later. Right now I want what you're doing." He leans back and looks down at Mark, smiling crookedly.
"Mmm, I was hoping you'd say that," Mark answers, grinning up at him. He eases back down to his knees to get his teeth on the top button of Vin's fly, deftly pops it open and tugs his shirt up enough to kiss his belly, little biting kisses as he works the zipper down. Vin's skin is salty-sweet, warm, and Mark tugs his slacks open to free his cock. He's almost purring as he licks the shaft, half-hidden still within the folds of Vin's clothing, running his tongue around the crown and sucking gently.
"Take it slow," Vin says, reaching down to stroke the side of Mark's face lightly. "I want to feel every minute of this." It's a kind of self torture really, and part of Vin -- the part that Mark is busy licking -- would really prefer it if Vin just pushed hard into Mark's mouth.
"Slow as you want, lover. I could do this all night," Mark murmurs, his right hand roaming back up Vin's chest to find the nub of his nipple and trapping it between two fingers as he laves Vin's cock with wet lips and tongue. He has to shift his weight as the limousine slows, accelerates, makes a turn, and it's harder without his left hand to help, but Christ this is good, being on his knees for his lover like this. He wouldn't change it for anything.
"I know you can," Vin says with a chuckle that turns into a soft groan. "Remember that time I made you take an hour?" That had required a hell of a lot of patience, but it had been so worth it to know that, in the end, Mark was as eager for Vin's orgasm as Vin was himself
Mark chuckles around Vin's cock, and in answer just tweaks his nipple sharply. He remembers. His jaw had still ached the next day, but it had been so worth it, the sounds he'd gotten from his lover, and the intensity of it when he finally let go. Mark's cock twitches at the memory, and he shifts a little, wishing he'd worn looser jeans.
"A little harder on the nipple," Vin directs. Glancing out the window, he notices that they're getting close to the apartment building and he reaches down and cups Mark's chin, tugging a little. "I don't want to come until I'm in our bed and buried in your ass."
"Aw, Jesus Vin," Mark says, his breath catching and his cock jerking painfully at the image. He nuzzles close, licking Vin's shaft as he twists that trapped nipple. "'M'bout this far away from begging you to fuck me over the seat, y'know," he murmurs, and the barest scrape of teeth on Vin's cock, followed by wet, sucking kisses.
"Oh?" Vin says. "Wanna convince me that that's a good idea?" It is a good idea; Vin has a feeling he won't take much convincing.
Grinning at the challenge, Mark kneels up a little further, then sucks Vin's cock into his mouth, opening his throat and sliding him in deep, swallowing around him as he twists his lover's nipple, pinching hard and tugging. Then he sucks back up the length, swirling his tongue around the head before plunging back down, his throat working to take him in. Right now he doesn't think he'd care whether Vin fucked him over the seat or fucked his mouth 'til he choked -- all that matters is that he's here, his lover's smell, his taste, that leather and velvet voice. Nothing else matters.
"Fuck," Vin gasps. "You could convince anybody of anything with that mouth." He takes a deep breath and presses the intercom button. "Take the scenic route," he tells the driver. "I'll tell you when to head home."
Not bothering to wait for the man's reply, Vin looks down at Mark. "I hope you have supplies with you." He will, of course, Mark's nothing if not thorough.
Mark chuckles as he sucks back up Vin's shaft, and he nods, digging in his pocket for lube. That's another thing he loves about Vin, is how much Vin loves the way Mark sucks cock. Mark knows he's good with his mouth, but something about Vin's prick and Mark's mouth seems like the most perfect fit.
"Get up here," Vin growls after another moment of perfect torture. "Straddle my lap, babe, I want to see you while I'm in you."
Mark wastes no time stripping his jeans off, and then he's back between Vin's thighs, left hand clenched behind his back again and lubing Vin's cock with his right. He can't resist the little swirl of his navel, a tender vulnerability in the smooth muscle, and he dips his tongue into it and sucks gently as he works, kissing and biting at the skin of his lover's stomach.
As much as he likes the fact that Mark's taking his time, Vin's been without a partner for a few weeks now and he's more than ready to remedy that. "C'mon up here," he says, reaching down and tugging a little at at Mark's arm. He also grabs the lube, putting it on the seat beside him.
"Greedy," Mark says with a grin as he comes up off his knees to straddle Vin's lap, his arms on either side of his lover's shoulders before he remembers and moves his left a bit, careful not to touch. "My left hand's getting jealous," he murmurs, and bites at Vin's lips.
"Damn right I'm greedy," Vin says, his voice getting a little rougher. He slicks up his fingers and then slides his hand into position, thick fingers moving slowly into Mark. "You always have that effect on me."
Mark groans, biting his lip, says breathlessly, "I like that about you," shuddering as Vin presses inside. "Fuck yes, God, Vin," sliding his hand around the back of Vin's neck and kissing him hungrily.
Vin rushes the job, growling a little in the back of his throat as he pumps two fingers inside Mark. "All your damn fault," he says, grinning at his lover. "I never used to be like this."
"Ohgod," Mark gasps, hands clenching, "no? what - what'd you used to be like?" he asks, his grin turning to bitten lips as Vin thrusts into him.
"Innocent," Vin says, making a noise that's half laugh, half moan. "Fuck you're tight," he gasps. "Really though ... I was a good boy who didn't like fucking other boys' tight asses."
"Ah, y'bastard," Mark says with a breathless laugh. "You were sure damned good at it for someone who'd never done it before," and his laugh turns to a groan, and then a growl. "C'mon, lover," he says raggedly, "fuck me, c'mon, enough teasing."
"If I weren't wanting you so fucking much," Vin says, grabbing Mark's hips. "I'd have him drive around in circles while you begged for it." He starts thrusting up hard, pulling Mark down on to his cock. "C'mon and ride me, babe."
Mark swallows a harsh cry as Vin drives into him. "God yes," he growls, "fuck yes -- next time, lover, and I'll beg 'til my throat's raw." His left hand clenched into a fist, Mark grips Vin's neck and begins fucking him, a slow drag up and his breath hitching as he drives back down, just as slow, his eyes locked on Vin's.
"I'd like that," Vin says, his voice even huskier than usual as he drives up to meet Mark's slow movements. "God ... so fucking good with you."
"Christ I've missed this," Mark breathes, touching his forehead to Vin's and stealing a quick kiss. "Not letting you go alone again, swear to God," his voice a soft growl, though they both know he doesn't mean it. There are always times one or the other of them has to be away, but they always come back to each other. "God, need you," he whispers, bitten lips as his body opens, taking his lover in, and he begins driving them harder towards climax, his cock twitching, aching between them.
"Take it then," Vin says, staring at his lover. There's nothing quite like the way Mark makes love -- he's utterly engaged, utterly here -- and Vin knows he'll never get tired of it. "Love you," he says, reaching between them to stroke Mark's cock roughly. "Want to feel you come." He knows the words are inadequate, but words have never been his strong point, and he's glad Mark knows it and loves him anyway.
Mark is almost laughing just from having Vin home again, and he's sure the driver can feel the car rocking as Mark fucks himself hard and fast on Vin's cock. He's gasping as Vin strokes him off, the twist of need tightening around his spine, and then he lunges in for a brutal kiss, parting those fine soft lips, teeth clashing as Mark jerks, cries out into Vin's mouth, his cock spasming as he spills himself in his lover's hand.
"Fuck," Vin groans, the word lost as he kisses Mark back with the same messy passion. He wants to hang on longer, wants to enjoy being buried deep inside Mark, but he's only had his own hand for a couple of weeks now and it's all too much. With a strangled shout, he thrusts up one last time and then comes, biting down on Mark's shoulder as he does.
"Ah, God," Mark gasps, Vin's teeth bruising and he's glad, wants his lover's marks, loves the feeling of him pulsing inside him. He holds Vin tight, wrapping his arm around him and kissing the smooth skin, nuzzling close, his left hand fisted against the smooth leather seat. "Please," he whispers as Vin shudders through the last of his climax. "Both hands, lover. Please?"
"Yeah," Vin says, leaning back against the seat. "Both hands now, babe." While Vin's arbitrary, he's rarely cruel and anyway, he wants to feel Mark's arms around him as much as Mark does.
Mark slides his freed left hand over Vin's shaven scalp to cup the back of his head and kisses him again, lingering, then follows the curve of Vin's neck to massage the tendons there. Vin's still buried inside him, and it feels so perfect, Mark can't talk himself into moving just yet. He draws back just enough to meet his lover's eyes. "Missed you lots," he says with a smile.
"I think I got that impression," Vin says with a grin. He raises his sticky hand to his mouth and licks it, his eyes never leaving Mark's. "Missed you too."
"Ah, love when you do that," Mark says with a little shiver. "Feels so good." And it's not just the soft swipe of Vin's tongue, though Mark'll take that any time he can get it. Watching Vin lick Mark's own cooling release from his hand makes him feel wanted in a way that he can't quite explain, and has never tried to explain out loud. "You need me to move?" he asks instead, giving Vin a teasing grin and an experimental wriggle.
"Wish I didn't but yeah," Vin says. "I'd like to get a shower and get a little more comfortable." He hits the intercom button and tells the driver to head home. "And I want to hear all about this girl of yours."
"She's great," Mark says, carefully withdrawing off Vin's body with a little wince, then toppling over to the side, nudging close and snagging his jeans with one foot. "Kind of skittish though," he goes on as he drags them over, and begins pulling them on. "Half the time I feel like I'm on the verge of getting slapped, and the other half I feel like I could do anything to her and she'd dig it."
"Sounds interesting," Vin says, tucking himself in and zipping up his jeans. "Will I get to meet her?"
"Oh yeah, I certainly hope so," Mark says. "I hope you like her." It doesn't occur to Mark to hope Miranda likes Vin -- he takes it for granted that anyone who meets his lover will like him. "And it's not really half the time I'm worried she might slap me," he goes on as he buttons up. "She's just surprised me a couple of times, getting crossways the first night, and then when she told me not to swat her ass." He laughs. "Maybe it's me who's skittish."
"Well if she's new to it, she probably has a lot of reservations," Vin says. "She could do a lot worse than to explore it with you." People, Vin's learned, tend to open up around Mark, it's something about his smile and his whole way of making people feel comfortable. Vin's envied it at times; he knows Mark comes across as a lot more approachable than Vin himself does.
Mark smiles and kisses Vin's cheek. "Thank you, lover," he says. "I'm hoping she'll explore it with both of us, though, if you like her that is, if you're into it." He wraps his arm through Vin's and laces their fingers together, leaning against him. "It's fucking kept me up at night -- in the best way," he adds quickly, "thinking of her on her knees for you, thinking of how fucking amazing you'd look together. And there's something about her that makes me want to push," he goes on, a tiny worry line appearing between his eyebrows. "I don't know what it is. She just -- I don't know. I just want to really push her hard."
Vin can't help raising an eyebrow at that. "Will I have to make sure you remember your place?" His words are more for effect than anything; they don't do 24/7, but still, it's unusual to hear Mark talking like this. "I want to see you with her, see what you're like when you're pushing someone."
"Anything," Mark says, nodding, "you know that." He glances at Vin sideways and adds, "I know where my place is. It's right here," and he twists around and straddles Vin, hands on either side of him. He smiles and bites at Vin's lips. "I know right where I belong, lover," he murmurs, "but any time you want to remind me, you do it. Any way you want."
"Oh don't worry," Vin says with his best menacing stare. "I will." The car pulls up to their apartment building as if on cue and Vin grins. "And right now your place is to come upstairs with me and share a shower."
"Mmm, I'll wash your back," Mark says, stealing another kiss before he clambers off Vin's lap and out of the limo, taking the bags from the driver as Vin follows. "Bet you haven't had anyone to wash your back right since you left town," he says with a smile, giving Vin a little nudge towards the building.
"No, unlike you, I've been confining myself to my hand and thinking of you," Vin replies. "There was this guy in Sydney, but after a minute talking to him, I realized just how stupid he was. You've spoiled me by being smart and good looking." They've reached the elevator now and once inside, Vin grabs Mark and kisses him thoroughly.
Mark drops the bags and wraps his arms around Vin, getting lost in his kisses like he always has, figures he always will. Anyone could step onto the elevator and Mark wouldn't give a damn, not with the solid press of Vin's body against his, and he wants to swallow him whole, or let Vin devour him, everything else dropping away.
He doesn't let go as Vin breaks the kiss. "I'd give 'em all up for you, lover," he murmurs, ducking forward for another kiss, quick and hungry. "And it's got nothing to do with knowing my place," he adds with a grin. "I'd do it if we were the most vanilla couple in the world."
"You make it impossible for me to be fierce," Vin says with a mock frown. "Here I am, trying to be all fucking toppy and you take the wind right out of my sails." He manages one more quick kiss before they reach their floor. "Honestly, you know I'd never ask you to give anyone up, but I do appreciate the sentiment."
"Well, if you ever change your mind," Mark says, grabbing the bags and following Vin off the elevator, "you just say the word. You're everything I need -- the rest is just icing."
Inside the apartment, Mark puts the bags down by the door and says, "You want a drink or anything first, or just let me get you undressed and under hot water?" He's pretty sure Vin was kidding about Mark taking the wind out of his toppy sails, but it was a long damned flight, and Mark knows it'll have worn on his lover. He doesn't want him to have to work for anything, especially not that.
"Shower," Vin says. "Then maybe a drink, if I don't go straight from the shower to bed." As Mark heads to the bathroom, Vin reaches out and grips his shoulder. "You take damn good care of me, babe," he says, squeezing gently.
Mark covers Vin's hand with his own, turning to him with a smile. "I love doing it," he says. "Love the way you take care of me, too."
"We're so fucking sappy," Vin says rolling his eyes in mock derision. He heads to the bedroom, pulling his shirt off as he goes.
"Yeah, well, we're allowed," Mark calls after him, laughing as he goes to start the shower. "You've been away, y'know. We'll be back to the torture and the cursing and the begging in no time, don't you worry."