Best Idea Ever

[sitsherequietly]

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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Mark didn't really usually draw this part out, but the way Misha reacted kept him wanting to see how loud he could make him, see what he could make him do. He pulled back, a smirk crossing his face at the fingers in his hair, and he's casually withdrawing his fingers and reaching for the toy. He rearranges himself and spreads more lube over it, and after ever so briefly waving it in Misha's line of sight, he lets the head of the toy nudge between Misha's legs, slipping its way down to his entrance. For a few moments, he's just keeping pressure there, not pushing in.

But then he is. It's slow for a couple of seconds, but Misha's well prepared and soon the toy is going easily, filling Misha quickly and disappearing inside him until just the wide flange is visible. Mark lets out a moan as it sinks away, as though he's the one inside and not the toy, because the ease of it is breathtaking, and the way Misha moves, the way his muscles flex make him ache to fuck him into the mattress.

"You're gorgeous," he breathes, and presses a kiss to his inner thigh that's biting towards the end, like he's thinking about raising a bruise to that skin, and his fingertips are slipping beneath the flange to caress that ring of muscle. "Tell me how it feels," he breathes.

[sitsherequietly]

Misha whines as Mark's fingers pull away, replaced by a low murmur when he catches sight of that lube-slicked toy before it's slipping between his legs, pressure that moves to press against his entrance. He can't help the whimper that comes in the space between that pressure and when it's pressing in. It's easy, slick and blissful as it pushes in, stretches him a little wider around the girth of purple sex toy. He's lifting his hips and moving back against it, a low gasp as he arches on the bed, sinking down on it until it's quickly buried in him to the base. He'd forgotten how good this was, just having someone else's fingers around the base of the toy, pushing it into him. He's moaning, legs spreading a little bit wider, lying undone against the sheets as he looks up at him.

He whines at the way that Mark calls him gorgeous, lips that place a kiss against a splayed thigh, and he murmurs at the slight nip of teeth. Mark makes his feel beautiful and desirable and he's needed that more than he'd even realized after everything. He squeals, lifting his hips and arching into it as fingertips slide around where his entrance grips that toy, just under the wide base of the toy. He's all fluttered lashes and quivering pink lips, muscles strung tight from the pleasure and he groans.

"Oh, Mark. Feels so good, the way you touch me, the way it feels inside me."