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Misha wasn't upset. Not really. Yes, Jen was pretty, there were times, moments- okay, alot of moments- where Misha thought that he just might swing that way. But, he wasn't a high school girl, he didn't fall head over heels for someone and angst and write bad poetry and burn roses just because his crush didn't pick up on his less than subtle

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His breath hitched and he murmured softly as Mark curled his finger, that brief touch against his prostate still making him shiver. He was glad he'd said yes. Hardly started, and already it was so very good, even with just one finger sliding into him. Mark clearly seemed to know what he was doing, which was always nice. Not that he'd expected anything less; there was this vibe of competence and confidence about the man. It was perhaps why it took people so long to peg him as gay; he wasn't like Misha and even Jen, pretty and more than a little questionable even for 'playing gay'.

He groaned as Mark added another finger, pressing back onto it, a soft exhale of a sigh as he started scissoring them inside of him. He didn't usually prepare himself quite so well, usually just his fingertips, and then using the tip of the toy itself to stretch himself a bit more before he was working it in. He liked this, though, liked the feeling of being touched inside like this, his body slicked with the lube on Mark's fingers, flesh stretching. He wondered if Mark would fuck him. He suddenly realized that he really wanted him to.

He moaned, loud and hot and his head tossing back on the pillow as Mark leaned down and wrapped lips around his cock, licking at the tip, and his eyes fluttered. Fingers reaching down, drawing sweetly through his hair, and he almost whined from how good it felt; Mark's mouth on his cock as he fingered him. Words were hot, his name absent on an exhale of pleasure.

"Oh, Mark--"