Prompt Post 3
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“I'm giving you half now,” Esca explains when Marcus reaches for the money. “You'll get the other half at the end of the night.”
Marcus pauses. “How do I know you'll hold up your end of the deal?”
“I'm a man of my word.” Esca thrusts the money in Marcus's outstretched hand. “As long as you hold up your end of the deal you'll get what I promised you.”
Marcus stuffs the cash into his pocket. “So where are we doing this?”
“Doing this,” Esca repeats the words, smirking, “you make it sound so casual.”
Marcus lunges then, as if they're in a fight and Esca is his opponent, and Esca doesn't see the move coming. His breath catches as Marcus shoves him against the desk and thrusts his knee between Esca's thighs, pinning him.
“A business deal, right?” Marcus spits. His breath is hot against Esca's cheek as he leans in, and Esca can smell him. Marcus smells of sweat and blood and earth, and the thick humid air of that filthy back room, and an ache grows low in Esca's groin.
“We haven't laid out your rules,” Esca says, his voice softer than he'd like as he speaks against Marcus's ear. He doesn't really care about the rules at this point, his cock is already growing stiff and he's not about to back out, but if Marcus wants rules he can lay down rules.
Marcus grasps Esca's hair and tilts his head back, holding him in place and speaking against Esca's cheek. “Two rules. One, I'll fuck you, but I won't blow you. And two, you'll do as I say.”
“That's a pretty open-ended rule.”
“It's simple, actually,” Marcus growls. “You want me to fuck you, you'll do as I say. Got it?”
Esca can't help but smile, despite the hold Marcus has on him. “Got it.” Esca pushes his cock against Marcus's leg, using the small amount of leverage he can manage. “I want you to blow me, though.”
“My rules,” Marcus shakes his head, taking some of his weight off Esca. “And if I'm going to fuck you I need to be hard,” he uses his hold on Esca's hair to give him a push, forcing him to his knees. “So make me hard.”
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Pinning, hair pulling, merciless topping, forcing to kneel! ♥
Top!Marcus is a rare sight, but so, so yummy! And he has a mysterious backstory!
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I LOVE IT!!!!!
MORE!!!!
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I love that Marcus is the one in charge for once and it is obvious that they both have hidden depths that I can't wait to see revealed :)
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Seriously!
More plz. MOAR!!!!
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“That didn't take much,” Esca gloats, easing off for a moment, “seems you're more into this than you're letting on.”
Marcus spreads his legs, widening his stance, and tightens his hold on Esca's hair as he thrusts into his mouth, giving Esca little space to pull off. Effectively silenced, Esca focuses his attention on Marcus's body. Lifting Marcus's white t-shirt, Esca skims his fingers over Marcus's abdomen. He traces the tattoo across Marcus's lower belly and thumbs over a fading bruise that follows his hip bone and meets the trail of hair that leads to his cock. A sharp breath escapes Marcus as Esca's thumb prods his bruised skin, and Marcus is quick as his free hand moves down to push Esca's fingers off him.
Esca manages to pull his head back far enough to speak. “You're mine for the night, I should be able to touch you when I like.”
“You're paying me to fuck you,” Marcus glares down at him. “You didn't say anything about touching me.”
Esca scrapes his teeth across the head of Marcus's cock. “For the money I'm paying you, I assumed it was a given.”
“Never assume.”
Marcus tightens his hold on Esca's hair, and he's rough when he pulls Esca's mouth over him again, forcing his cock down Esca's throat and holding him there until Esca is sure he's about to choke. His eyes are threatening to water and he can barely breath, but Marcus holds him still when Esca tries to pull back. Esca manages to force out a growl, his throat vibrating against Marcus's length, and when it does nothing to discourage him Esca raises his fist and gives Marcus a sharp, hard punch to his thigh.
It seems to catch him off guard and the instant Marcus lets go Esca pulls back, swiping his hand across his mouth and glancing up at the fighter standing above him. The look on Marcus's face is a mix of surprise and absolute fury as he watches Esca rise to his feet, and it's suddenly very clear to Esca that he's made a mistake.
They're sparring now, and Marcus is ready for a fight.
Marcus shifts from foot to foot, his cock still hard and full, and Esca is careful as he regains his bearings. He's sure Marcus is about to strike and he wants to be ready for it - ready to duck or dodge or strike back.
As Marcus shifts, circling Esca, his expression becomes unreadable in the dim light of the room. Esca's own cock is achingly hard, and growing harder with the threat of Marcus before him. He watches, waiting, never turning his back on Marcus until finally Marcus speaks.
“Strip. Now.”
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“Like what you see?”
“Shut up,” Marcus grunts, lunging and pushing Esca back up against the desk. His thigh is between Esca's legs again and Esca takes the opportunity to rut his naked cock against Marcus.
“Come on,” Esca taunts, “give me my money's worth.”
Then Marcus is moving again, striking. He grabs Esca by the hair and turns him around, bending Esca over the desk and trapping his cock beneath him. Marcus holds tight to the back of Esca's head, pushing his cheek down against the expensive wood.
“That's it,” Esca groans as Marcus leans into him, allowing Esca very little movement between himself and the desk.
“You got a condom?”
“In here,” Esca manages to reach down, tapping one of the desk drawers. “It's unlocked.”
Marcus pulls open the desk drawer and something akin to a laugh escapes his throat when sees Esca's stash.
“You fuck in here a lot?”
Esca doesn't confirm or deny. “Best to be prepared.”
Marcus doesn't reply, and Esca can only listen as Marcus rips the condom open with his teeth and somehow manages to slide it over his cock with one hand. Then there's the pop of a bottle cap and Esca feels cold lube trailing down between his ass cheeks.
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He shoves a slicked finger into Esca, twisting and pulling out before adding a second and then a third. It should be too much too soon, but Esca's cock is throbbing and leaking beneath him and he's taunting Marcus from his position on the desk.
“Come on, fuck me already,” he goads, “show me you're worth all that money I'm spending.”
The words seem to strike a nerve as Marcus's grip tightens on the back of Esca's neck, and he sinks his cock into Esca's ass.
Esca hadn't noticed how thick the head of Marcus's cock was until it's in him, and he's momentarily struck silent as Marcus's length fills him. Marcus pushes in and in until Esca is sure he's going to break, and as much as he wants it he can't mask the sigh of relief when Marcus finally stops.
There's a pause, the only one Marcus allows him, and then Marcus is pulling out and thrusting back into him and it's all hard and fast and slick as Esca's body is slammed against the unyielding desk below. Each one of Esca's moans are met with a grunt from Marcus, and the room echoes with the sound of them as Marcus's hips slap against Esca's skin and the desk creaks beneath their weight.
When Esca feels the familiar heat pooling low in his belly he shifts against the wood, trying to get some friction against his cock. His attempts are fruitless, and Esca hates himself for the whine in his voice as he pants, “let me turn over, please, my cock--”
Marcus doesn't wait for him to finish before his hand slides from Esca's neck and he pulls back, flipping Esca over onto his back. The sudden rush of cool air is a relief against Esca's cock, its flushed red length lined with marks from being crushed against the desk. Still fully-clothed, Marcus is dripping with sweat and Esca watches as he tugs his t-shirt off and tosses it onto the floor. The sight is familiar, from the fight earlier that evening, and Esca can't help but stare at the cuts and bruises that litter Marcus's chest. Esca reaches up tentatively, tracing over the tattoos that trail down Marcus's shoulders and biceps, and then down over the marks on his chest. There's a scar on his neck, a scratch across his left nipple, and a smattering of bruises across his right. Esca trails his hand down over Marcus's abdomen, once again thumbing over the bruises there.
Marcus is still standing over him, and Esca can't stop himself from snarking, “thought I wasn't allowed to touch you.”
Marcus shoves his hands away. “You're still not.”
“It's a shame you let yourself get hurt this way,” Esca continues without really thinking, and it seems to strike another nerve with Marcus.
“Stop talking.”
“That wasn't one of your rules.”
“It is now. Stop talking.” Then Marcus hooks his elbows under Esca's knees and fucks into him, harder this time.
With Marcus thrusting into him, and every stroke sending a jolt straight to his balls, Esca realizes he wouldn't be able to speak if he wanted to. So he leans back, spread across the desk below Marcus, and jerks his aching cock until he's coming. He pauses as he comes, holding his foreskin down as tight as it'll go, his cock straining and hard as a rock as he pulses and shoots all over himself.
Marcus waits until Esca's done and then he pulls out. He peels off the condom, tossing it on the floor, and quickly jacks himself over Esca's stomach.
“Money,” Marcus says, stepping away from the desk and picking up his t-shirt.
Esca sits up on the desk, not bothering to cover himself. “That's it?”
“I fucked you.” Marcus pulls on his shirt and tugs up his pants. “Business deal complete.”
“Incorrect.” Esca hops off the desk, striding past his clothes as he heads to the bar. “You want that beer now?”
Marcus ignores the question. “I fucked you. Now give me the rest of my money.”
“I said I wanted you for the night.” Esca pours himself another drink. “The night's not over.”
“You're serious?”
“Stay the night and you'll get the rest of your money in the morning.”
Marcus laughs bitterly as he heads for the door. “Fuck you.”
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