FILL: Skin on Skin part 2 of ?
anonymous
December 5 2011, 02:33:10 UTC
"Hi," Marcus says, extending his hand towards Esca like he is still that stupid, jumped up school boy he once was, meeting a contact in the junior investors group.
Esca just smiles at him, ignoring the hand entirely.
It feels cold, the same humiliation of Jimmy Kenney telling him he had market rates all wrong because his father worked with them and had explained it all to him, but Marcus will not bow before it, and smiles back. He sits down on a the bed a bit away from Esca, as Robin fiddles with his televisual equipment and looks at him, and as he does his head becomes full of another burning worry.
"So how old are you?"
Sensing his concern from his wheedling tone and rejecting it as unimportant to him, Esca replies. "Old enough." It comes heavily accented, British and with the traces of a smirk.
"No like in actual numbers."
Esca snorts a laugh.
"Relax wouldja, I look alot younger than I actually am. Bet I'm probably older than you are."
"Well I'm 23 man, so..." Marcus says disbelieving.
"Ah snap!"
"You're 23?"
"Yeah."
Marcus eyes him but Esca just jousts him with his own gaze and asks, "Why d'ya wanna see my passport?" Esca smirks again as he asks it, but that bite of iron behind it makes Marcus decline to say yes.
Although the issue is not entirely resolved to his satisfaction Marcus falls silent and looks away, patiently, waiting for Robin to be ready, feeling the slight encroach of nerves through his repression.
He tries not to think, he hates thinking, he hates his mind, he wants it out, wants to feel nothing but his skin and his erection burning. His mouth full with spit, fingers full, everything full but his mind empty, dead. He has to relax, let his body feel good enough to make this boy come, thoughts are useless.
Steeling himself against feeling further awkwardness he flickers a look back on Esca's face to find he is suddenly smiling, mischievously amused. He looks so relaxed with what they are doing and though it settles Marcus he wonders over it too.
"You ok?"
"Yeah, better than ok actually."
Marcus looks at Esca a little surprised by the response so he clarifies, wide blissed smile in his eyes, eyebrows minutely raising for emphasis. "Been playing with myself the last 10 minutes waiting for you."
"Really?" Marcus says huffing, shocked by the directness even in the circumstance.
Esca doesn't notice just nods, "I need to be well relaxed you know, with what I've got coming," there is a sly smirk, "I mean unless you've changed your mind on it?"
"What?"
"Well I take it I'm still the letterbox?" Esca is deliberately using a phrase he knows Marcus won't understand and locks eyes with him playfully, flirtatiously, trying to induce a response.
Marcus warms almost to his game but is still flummoxed.
"Wha?" He waits but Esca gives no further information. "I totally don't know what you're asking me dude."
Esca grins still refusing to explain and Marcus finds himself warm, unable to stop smiling back at him despite still being entirely lost. He looks up helpless to Robin who, smirking, intervenes.
"Esca's asking, in his inimitable way, if you still intend to fuck him rather than letting him fuck you."
"Oh yeah, yeah, definitely I'm fucking." Marcus' says and his panic over not being misunderstood on that point is palpable.
Esca laughs.
"Ah, shame, thought I'd maybe scored a reprieve."
Marcus laughs a little.
"Sorry."
Esca looks him up and down, sleazily, obviously imagining how it was going to go down between them and says. "Nah it's ok, once you get going it's very nice indeed."
His direct voice, those predatory eyes appraising him all over slow and deliberate, his demeanour turns Marcus on.
FILL: Skin on Skin part 3 of ?
anonymous
December 5 2011, 04:21:44 UTC
"I could say I don't bite but it'd be a lie."
Esca says.
They laugh and Marcus feels a hot cloud of sexuality between them, and is pleased this is not going to be as awkward and un fulfilling as he thought it might be. They sit almost thigh to thigh and Marcus feels almost ludicrously big alongside Esca, almost as though his thighs are twice the size of his.
Up close his skin is clear, poreless. His scent mellow, nice, aftershave, mint and something else that cannot be named by association that Marcus wants to inhale deep and close from his skin. He looks at Marcus, so hot, giving him no option but to look back.
Where the desire has come from so naturally doesn't matter for it met that which was instantly within himself. Marcus gratefully starts to erect and is glad, it would be embarassing not to be able to get it up in this circumstance. Although there was little chance of that happening given that he took Robin's advice and didn't jerk off for a week beforehand. He is ordinarily a three times a day kind of guy, denying himself has been hell.
Horniness, yes, after days trying to put it out of his mind he is finally here to 'think' about it. He thinks of skin pressing into skin, where he will kiss and lick Esca, how he will pound him as Esca stares at him, almost a complete stranger, who knows all his filthy intentions and supports them whole heartedly, and with his own heat.
Marcus' cock pulses.
In a gust of mint inches from his face now, mouth so close and accessible, Esca asks. "So d'ya like the looks of me now you've seen me properly?" Feeling goaded, and responsive to his rather masculine, aggressive angle on things Marcus smirks at him.
"You wanna fuck me?" Esca continues.
The tease sends excited blood through his heart and dick simultaneously.
He breathes his response.
"Yeah, you want me?"
Esca puts a grasping hand on his thigh and nods slow, his face upturned, his eyes fixing heated on his.
Marcus begins to wonder whether all this flirtation is only part of the job, or whether Esca actually wants to bone him. He wonders because he genuinely wants to nail Esca into next week.
Their eye contact is intense, staring one another out, challenging the other to drop the stare of lust first and it is evidently hot enough to worry Robin that they are about to leap on one another there and then, and start humping like animals, because he says in a warning tone of voice, that reminds them they were here by the good grace of his money.
"Ok guys wait a sec, still a bit more set up required."
Esca laughs still very close, moving his mouth near Marcus' lips almost making contact, as if daring Marcus to disobey Robin and kiss him, but no, he's good, and it's just a tease when he whispers close and low.
"D'ya want me to touch your prick?"
Marcus' burns for him so much, it's awful, towering over every thought.
"If I wanted you to touch my prick I'd make you."
"Ah such a gentleman. Robin said your prick's big."
Marcus lets out the most awkward laugh he's given in his life and replies,
"It's not bad."
"Its a fucking monster isn't it, go on, you may as well tell me now so there's no surprises."
Re: FILL: Skin on Skin part 3 of ?
anonymous
December 5 2011, 13:01:50 UTC
Ta a lot for your comments I am glad its hot and I didn't misjudge it, hard to tell at times, btw this whole thing is sort of entirely r dirty PWP in case you hadn't guessed.
Marcus feels a wierd jumpy shivering through him at the strain of keeping still with his hard on begging to be let loose on the boy. Esca's smell is thick between them now, present in every breath in and out, strongly arousing. Marcus wants to nose his neck as he strips him, to refuse to kiss him when his mouth has been drawn to quest for him. To refuse him what he asks for but give.
Give and get some in that order.
It's as though the playful contact, the insecurity about how far Esca is actually into this and how far he sees it merely as a job makes Marcus want to push him until he breaks and lets out, until there is no question he is feeling this rather than facilitating it.
Robin interrupts his scheming.
"Well I'm ready to go, Do you have anything you'd like to tell one another, any rules, or have you already done that?"
Esca snaps into speech.
"Ok don't pull my hair at all, come on me, not in me. And listen, I don't say it often, so if I tell you no to something I mean no, ok?" There is a real hardness in his tone but he finishes loose and light with a minimal. "Er nothing other than that."
"Marcus?" Robin asks.
"Uh no, I don't think so."
"Nothing?" Esca asks, shocked and Marcus laughs, wondering whether he should hastily make something up.
"I've never done this before man, I don't know."
Laughing Esca suggests.
"How 'bout no teeth?"
Marcus raises his eyebrows.
"I would've thought that was a given dude, now you're makin' me nervous."
Esca is of course amusement itself, "sorry, sorry, it was a joke."
"Now dude can I trust that?"
"Yes. Don't worry I'll be really gentle, I promise."
"Isn't that meant to be my line?" Marcus asks.
More laughter.
Marcus wants his cock in Esca's mouth too much to keep talking, and is relieved when Robin asks.
"Why don't you kiss one another."
"Come on then Marcus."
They meet mouths and his jaw is hard and firm against his pressing, and as he moves his mouth over Esca's, he has a hand on his jaw, stroking, trying with everything he can to get it to fucking open to him. Their kisses speed and deepen and there is the dulled scrape of Esca's stubble against his - this kid who looks entirely petite and young has stubble.
Marcus is hyper aware that Robin watches them with a mixture of awe and amusement beside his camera, at least he is at first, but it soon slips to his non concern and then when it does rear into his awareness again he is just plain excited by the thought.
Marcus isn't thinking, he is made of impulses and he looks down briefly settling his hands on the small pearlescent buttons at the boy's chest, wanting to touch him there.
"I'm gonna take this off."
Esca nods his assent. Well built pecs come into view, Marcus could see looking at him clothed that he had a brilliantly tight little body, built as intended wide at the shoulders but miniscule at the hips, but didn't expect someone so small to be so muscled.
Breaking from Esca's lips, unwilling as Marcus wanted, he descends his kiss now down his neck over his exposed body, teasing his nipples with his fingertips. Esca is predictably unsatisfied by the mouth kissing he's gotten, and impatient in wanting more of it gets his hand on Marcus' head trying to get purchase in his hair to bring his lips back up again. Unable to find it and having to bear his empty mouth with frustration, Esca grunts and settles for taking a firm, squeezing, grope of Marcus' cock through his jeans.
"Christ! That's fucking ginormous."
Marcus kisses him on the mouth with amusement.
"Seriously though, how's that getting inside me?"
"Where there's a will there's a way," Marcus says almost giggling, biting lightly against Esca's lip. "I've certainly never had a problem before."
"Nice answer."
Marcus smiles at him though he doesn't need to.
It is a short amount of renewed kissing, liquid, clicking, warmth built up between their faces of stubble burn and trapped exhales, before Esca begs, lost, either side of Marcus' tongue in his mouth.
FILL: Skin on Skin part 5 of ?
anonymous
December 5 2011, 13:47:22 UTC
The previous part is part 4, I made the mistake of not changing the header. Hope porn will make up for moronism
Like a sleepwalker Esca moves slow and distracted to slip his half hard cock out of his open jeans, then bucks minimal up from his hips to slide his jeans down until he sits bare assed on the bed.
Marcus slips his hand down around his shaft. Esca closes his eyes and makes a strange sound in his throat. Excited Marcus' cock jolts and grows and does more so as he takes firmer grip of Esca's tumescence, as Esca's hands undo his zipper in return.
"Lets see this massive thing then shall we."
"Fuck" Esca says as he strokes it for the first time, seemingly impressed and he sinks into Marcus kissing him, pulling his shirt off. They incline into one another, both stroking cock firmly, kissing into necks and against shoulders, Marcus' other hand roaming the swell of Esca's chest, pinching his nipples, sometimes unduly hard, just to get a sharp nip of teeth on his flesh and a bubble of laughter from the boy.
"Esca put your mouth on him." Robin requests.
He slides to his knees taking Marcus' heavy cock in his hand, it tingles, filled with blood. He places his open lips over it, making a long soft, keening mmm noise, his eyes shut in ecstasy.
"Ah man."
Marcus says, it feels so good.
Esca is all focus, eyes still closed, mouth pulling in rigid cock deeper, moving his head back and forth over its shaft.
"He looks good at that," Robin says, making Marcus jump, because he is closer than he had been. Peering over Marcus' shoulder to observe what Esca does better with the handheld camera.
Marcus smiles down at Esca with a strange feeling of pride.
"He's good at it too man. Uuuh Fuck!"
As if they are having the conversation, Esca opens his eyes, sucks briefly off his cock and says.
"Lots of practise, lots and lots and lots of practise," breathy, looking up to Marcus, smile angled in the lines of his peaked face, eyes narrowed with flirtatious emphasis, lips reddening from their use.
"Yeah I bet. Bet you get it in your slutty mouth all the time," Marcus says, curiously feeling as if he knows Esca well enough to know he will take no offense at the comment.
"It never stops man, I'm always down on my knees." Esca's shoulders shake with his laugh then stop at once as he concentrates and sucks his cock in again.
Marcus is so damned impressed with him, Esca makes him laugh as much as he makes him want to spill and he wonders how it is possible to flirt with someone when you are already sucking their cock.
Between their small grunts and pants, Marcus' cock is now plummy red and fully upright against Esca's mouth. He is still insatiable up and down, really knowing how to wear the appearance of enjoying it, sucking him into his warm, wet mouth with a constant content stream of low noise, until a wad of spit collects around the head. Esca strokes it up and down Marcus' cock, using the moments jerk as an opportunity to smile and laugh happily up at Marcus, who struggles to keep his eyes open in his ecstasy and moans quiet, breaths laced with distracting joy.
"You like that? Huh." Esca asks, with laughter in his voice between short kisses to his thighs.
"Do you?" Marcus asks.
Esca nods, leans down again, gives one long lick to it and says, "it's a fucking beautiful prick."
"Touch yourself." Marcus says, rubbing his foot against Esca's ass, receiving a look when it roams between his cheeks. Esca spits in his hand, and eyes firm up on Marcus takes it to his cock, tugging it quick, breaths at speed, eyelids flickering a little over his eyes.
Marcus wants him close.
"Come up here."
They settle back into stroking one another.
"Gonna fuck my arse?" Esca looks him dead in the eyes.
"Yeah." Marcus assures, whilst thinking he's seen more of this boy's eyes than he did of most people he knew. It fucking pushes him, Esca is just tugging firm, nothing special but he feels the pull of his orgasm. He breaks from his lips in a panic.
"Keep kissing him," Robin directs.
"Can't man, I've got to fuck him otherwise I'll just come all over his hand." Marcus says laughing in disbelief at his body.
Esca laughing takes his hand off his cock and says.
"God calm down. Think of something gross and disgusting."
FILL: Skin on Skin part 6 of ?
anonymous
December 7 2011, 12:24:57 UTC
Thanks for comments. More pron
Marcus sees Esca's wide smile, hears the glow in his voice and the urge to release surges up inside again, he aches to touch himself.
"You're not helping."
Esca moves closer, "Think of scabs and severed limbs and dirty great fucking rats," each word kissed against his earlobe.
Marcus shivers unable to hear the words he utters. He gives Esca a sharp look, and he sits back trying to be casual, though his cock is hard and exposed and his eyes are still dark with want.
"So, nice weather we're having. Do you follow football?"
There is laughter but the pall of lust drags through it, making it breathy and light.
"Right I'm just not even gonna look at you." Marcus says to him. Fond of how Esca incites him as much as he is excited by it he wants to kiss him more which is why he needs to calm down.
Apart from the beckoning warmth of his body Marcus slows his breaths, steadily the punch of precipice in his guts settles and he regains some control.
Then he looks up and sees Esca, stroking himself, one hand on his nipple, the other on the tip of his stiff cock.
Marcus begins to speak, to beg, but Esca gets there first.
"Why don't you just stick it in me already."
Marcus laughs grateful, he doesn't look anywhere but at Esca who looks to Robin for the go ahead.
"So where on the bed d'ya want us?"
"Face toward the static camera. In the middle of the bed so I can come around the back with the hand held. I want him to do you from behind."
"Ok." Esca chirrups brightly, as he stands and moving clear of the bed slowly pulls his jeans the rest of the way down his thighs to kick them off his feet.
He's entirely nude then, his small body, lightly muscular, compact and lithe. Marcus' eyes settle naturally between his legs on his red cock standing at right angle to the pale flesh of his thighs.
Following his lead Marcus strips too and they stand naked looking at one another for a second, until Esca smirking reaches out to give Marcus' cock one last lingering squeeze of a stroke, and gets into position on all fours in the middle of the bed faced away from the headboard, up into the camera as told.
Marcus stares at his ass, its perfect, plump, round little cheeks and having he chance strokes it, it feels good in his hand and his fingertips wander the high firm curve down into the soft warmth of his crack.
Esca begs "Stick your fingers up."
Marcus wants to feel his hole so lubes a finger and slides down to the tight squeeze of muscle. He pushes it in and out but only shallow.
"So tight."
"Uh, fucking do me." Esca is impatient.
Marcus climbs onto the bed to kneel behind him, Esca is straining to be fucked, back arching, ass pushed out. Breathing hard, wanting to tease, Marcus takes his cock in his hand and rubs it wet on his thighs.
Esca groans.
"Ah come on."
Marcus laughs and leans over him, feeling again altogether too large, asking close to his ear.
"You want it?"
"Yeah, gimme it." Esca whispers,
"You're sure?"
Esca lays down tummy to the bed, hands under hips lifting his arse up, presenting it.
"Do it now!"
Marcus' prep behind him is quite clinical, the clipping click of the lube bottle, break of the foil, the slide of it down his lubed dick. Lube over his latexed dick. He puts a slicked thumb inside Esca, finding his way into his ass, then strong thighs either side of him, slides his cock down into place.
Robin hovers with his camera.
Marcus' cock burns hard in the condom and feels so rigid to him poking against Esca's hole with its forbidding tightness and he is struck by the same disbelief that he will actually fit that he always feels whenever he fucks a guy.
Regardless of that disbelief when he pushes down, his tip and a little of the shaft enters Esca. It is a slow squeeze to slide more in, slow, so slow. Marcus' heart bounces at the stress of being so static when every pleasure spot in his body screams at him to run ahead and rub his cock, the head of his cock in particular, hard up, and in, and against him.
Esca whines and hisses in pain, when he looks up briefly over his shoulder his face is in a tight grimace.
"Is that ok?"
"Hurts."
"Sorry," Marcus says, moving off, Esca puts his palm behind him on his ass stopping him.
Esca just smiles at him, ignoring the hand entirely.
It feels cold, the same humiliation of Jimmy Kenney telling him he had market rates all wrong because his father worked with them and had explained it all to him, but Marcus will not bow before it, and smiles back. He sits down on a the bed a bit away from Esca, as Robin fiddles with his televisual equipment and looks at him, and as he does his head becomes full of another burning worry.
"So how old are you?"
Sensing his concern from his wheedling tone and rejecting it as unimportant to him, Esca replies. "Old enough." It comes heavily accented, British and with the traces of a smirk.
"No like in actual numbers."
Esca snorts a laugh.
"Relax wouldja, I look alot younger than I actually am. Bet I'm probably older than you are."
"Well I'm 23 man, so..." Marcus says disbelieving.
"Ah snap!"
"You're 23?"
"Yeah."
Marcus eyes him but Esca just jousts him with his own gaze and asks, "Why d'ya wanna see my passport?" Esca smirks again as he asks it, but that bite of iron behind it makes Marcus decline to say yes.
Although the issue is not entirely resolved to his satisfaction Marcus falls silent and looks away, patiently, waiting for Robin to be ready, feeling the slight encroach of nerves through his repression.
He tries not to think, he hates thinking, he hates his mind, he wants it out, wants to feel nothing but his skin and his erection burning. His mouth full with spit, fingers full, everything full but his mind empty, dead. He has to relax, let his body feel good enough to make this boy come, thoughts are useless.
Steeling himself against feeling further awkwardness he flickers a look back on Esca's face to find he is suddenly smiling, mischievously amused. He looks so relaxed with what they are doing and though it settles Marcus he wonders over it too.
"You ok?"
"Yeah, better than ok actually."
Marcus looks at Esca a little surprised by the response so he clarifies, wide blissed smile in his eyes, eyebrows minutely raising for emphasis. "Been playing with myself the last 10 minutes waiting for you."
"Really?" Marcus says huffing, shocked by the directness even in the circumstance.
Esca doesn't notice just nods, "I need to be well relaxed you know, with what I've got coming," there is a sly smirk, "I mean unless you've changed your mind on it?"
"What?"
"Well I take it I'm still the letterbox?" Esca is deliberately using a phrase he knows Marcus won't understand and locks eyes with him playfully, flirtatiously, trying to induce a response.
Marcus warms almost to his game but is still flummoxed.
"Wha?" He waits but Esca gives no further information. "I totally don't know what you're asking me dude."
Esca grins still refusing to explain and Marcus finds himself warm, unable to stop smiling back at him despite still being entirely lost. He looks up helpless to Robin who, smirking, intervenes.
"Esca's asking, in his inimitable way, if you still intend to fuck him rather than letting him fuck you."
"Oh yeah, yeah, definitely I'm fucking." Marcus' says and his panic over not being misunderstood on that point is palpable.
Esca laughs.
"Ah, shame, thought I'd maybe scored a reprieve."
Marcus laughs a little.
"Sorry."
Esca looks him up and down, sleazily, obviously imagining how it was going to go down between them and says. "Nah it's ok, once you get going it's very nice indeed."
His direct voice, those predatory eyes appraising him all over slow and deliberate, his demeanour turns Marcus on.
"Sit closer to Esca on the bed Marcus."
Marcus looks at him before he does as he's told.
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They laugh and Marcus feels a hot cloud of sexuality between them, and is pleased this is not going to be as awkward and un fulfilling as he thought it might be. They sit almost thigh to thigh and Marcus feels almost ludicrously big alongside Esca, almost as though his thighs are twice the size of his.
Up close his skin is clear, poreless. His scent mellow, nice, aftershave, mint and something else that cannot be named by association that Marcus wants to inhale deep and close from his skin. He looks at Marcus, so hot, giving him no option but to look back.
Where the desire has come from so naturally doesn't matter for it met that which was instantly within himself. Marcus gratefully starts to erect and is glad, it would be embarassing not to be able to get it up in this circumstance. Although there was little chance of that happening given that he took Robin's advice and didn't jerk off for a week beforehand. He is ordinarily a three times a day kind of guy, denying himself has been hell.
Horniness, yes, after days trying to put it out of his mind he is finally here to 'think' about it. He thinks of skin pressing into skin, where he will kiss and lick Esca, how he will pound him as Esca stares at him, almost a complete stranger, who knows all his filthy intentions and supports them whole heartedly, and with his own heat.
Marcus' cock pulses.
In a gust of mint inches from his face now, mouth so close and accessible, Esca asks. "So d'ya like the looks of me now you've seen me properly?" Feeling goaded, and responsive to his rather masculine, aggressive angle on things Marcus smirks at him.
"You wanna fuck me?" Esca continues.
The tease sends excited blood through his heart and dick simultaneously.
He breathes his response.
"Yeah, you want me?"
Esca puts a grasping hand on his thigh and nods slow, his face upturned, his eyes fixing heated on his.
Marcus begins to wonder whether all this flirtation is only part of the job, or whether Esca actually wants to bone him. He wonders because he genuinely wants to nail Esca into next week.
Their eye contact is intense, staring one another out, challenging the other to drop the stare of lust first and it is evidently hot enough to worry Robin that they are about to leap on one another there and then, and start humping like animals, because he says in a warning tone of voice, that reminds them they were here by the good grace of his money.
"Ok guys wait a sec, still a bit more set up required."
Esca laughs still very close, moving his mouth near Marcus' lips almost making contact, as if daring Marcus to disobey Robin and kiss him, but no, he's good, and it's just a tease when he whispers close and low.
"D'ya want me to touch your prick?"
Marcus' burns for him so much, it's awful, towering over every thought.
"If I wanted you to touch my prick I'd make you."
"Ah such a gentleman. Robin said your prick's big."
Marcus lets out the most awkward laugh he's given in his life and replies,
"It's not bad."
"Its a fucking monster isn't it, go on, you may as well tell me now so there's no surprises."
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Marcus feels a wierd jumpy shivering through him at the strain of keeping still with his hard on begging to be let loose on the boy. Esca's smell is thick between them now, present in every breath in and out, strongly arousing. Marcus wants to nose his neck as he strips him, to refuse to kiss him when his mouth has been drawn to quest for him. To refuse him what he asks for but give.
Give and get some in that order.
It's as though the playful contact, the insecurity about how far Esca is actually into this and how far he sees it merely as a job makes Marcus want to push him until he breaks and lets out, until there is no question he is feeling this rather than facilitating it.
Robin interrupts his scheming.
"Well I'm ready to go, Do you have anything you'd like to tell one another, any rules, or have you already done that?"
Esca snaps into speech.
"Ok don't pull my hair at all, come on me, not in me. And listen, I don't say it often, so if I tell you no to something I mean no, ok?" There is a real hardness in his tone but he finishes loose and light with a minimal. "Er nothing other than that."
"Marcus?" Robin asks.
"Uh no, I don't think so."
"Nothing?" Esca asks, shocked and Marcus laughs, wondering whether he should hastily make something up.
"I've never done this before man, I don't know."
Laughing Esca suggests.
"How 'bout no teeth?"
Marcus raises his eyebrows.
"I would've thought that was a given dude, now you're makin' me nervous."
Esca is of course amusement itself, "sorry, sorry, it was a joke."
"Now dude can I trust that?"
"Yes. Don't worry I'll be really gentle, I promise."
"Isn't that meant to be my line?" Marcus asks.
More laughter.
Marcus wants his cock in Esca's mouth too much to keep talking, and is relieved when Robin asks.
"Why don't you kiss one another."
"Come on then Marcus."
They meet mouths and his jaw is hard and firm against his pressing, and as he moves his mouth over Esca's, he has a hand on his jaw, stroking, trying with everything he can to get it to fucking open to him. Their kisses speed and deepen and there is the dulled scrape of Esca's stubble against his - this kid who looks entirely petite and young has stubble.
Marcus is hyper aware that Robin watches them with a mixture of awe and amusement beside his camera, at least he is at first, but it soon slips to his non concern and then when it does rear into his awareness again he is just plain excited by the thought.
Marcus isn't thinking, he is made of impulses and he looks down briefly settling his hands on the small pearlescent buttons at the boy's chest, wanting to touch him there.
"I'm gonna take this off."
Esca nods his assent. Well built pecs come into view, Marcus could see looking at him clothed that he had a brilliantly tight little body, built as intended wide at the shoulders but miniscule at the hips, but didn't expect someone so small to be so muscled.
Breaking from Esca's lips, unwilling as Marcus wanted, he descends his kiss now down his neck over his exposed body, teasing his nipples with his fingertips. Esca is predictably unsatisfied by the mouth kissing he's gotten, and impatient in wanting more of it gets his hand on Marcus' head trying to get purchase in his hair to bring his lips back up again. Unable to find it and having to bear his empty mouth with frustration, Esca grunts and settles for taking a firm, squeezing, grope of Marcus' cock through his jeans.
"Christ! That's fucking ginormous."
Marcus kisses him on the mouth with amusement.
"Seriously though, how's that getting inside me?"
"Where there's a will there's a way," Marcus says almost giggling, biting lightly against Esca's lip. "I've certainly never had a problem before."
"Nice answer."
Marcus smiles at him though he doesn't need to.
It is a short amount of renewed kissing, liquid, clicking, warmth built up between their faces of stubble burn and trapped exhales, before Esca begs, lost, either side of Marcus' tongue in his mouth.
"Touch me."
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Like a sleepwalker Esca moves slow and distracted to slip his half hard cock out of his open jeans, then bucks minimal up from his hips to slide his jeans down until he sits bare assed on the bed.
Marcus slips his hand down around his shaft. Esca closes his eyes and makes a strange sound in his throat. Excited Marcus' cock jolts and grows and does more so as he takes firmer grip of Esca's tumescence, as Esca's hands undo his zipper in return.
"Lets see this massive thing then shall we."
"Fuck" Esca says as he strokes it for the first time, seemingly impressed and he sinks into Marcus kissing him, pulling his shirt off. They incline into one another, both stroking cock firmly, kissing into necks and against shoulders, Marcus' other hand roaming the swell of Esca's chest, pinching his nipples, sometimes unduly hard, just to get a sharp nip of teeth on his flesh and a bubble of laughter from the boy.
"Esca put your mouth on him." Robin requests.
He slides to his knees taking Marcus' heavy cock in his hand, it tingles, filled with blood. He places his open lips over it, making a long soft, keening mmm noise, his eyes shut in ecstasy.
"Ah man."
Marcus says, it feels so good.
Esca is all focus, eyes still closed, mouth pulling in rigid cock deeper, moving his head back and forth over its shaft.
"He looks good at that," Robin says, making Marcus jump, because he is closer than he had been. Peering over Marcus' shoulder to observe what Esca does better with the handheld camera.
Marcus smiles down at Esca with a strange feeling of pride.
"He's good at it too man. Uuuh Fuck!"
As if they are having the conversation, Esca opens his eyes, sucks briefly off his cock and says.
"Lots of practise, lots and lots and lots of practise," breathy, looking up to Marcus, smile angled in the lines of his peaked face, eyes narrowed with flirtatious emphasis, lips reddening from their use.
"Yeah I bet. Bet you get it in your slutty mouth all the time," Marcus says, curiously feeling as if he knows Esca well enough to know he will take no offense at the comment.
"It never stops man, I'm always down on my knees." Esca's shoulders shake with his laugh then stop at once as he concentrates and sucks his cock in again.
Marcus is so damned impressed with him, Esca makes him laugh as much as he makes him want to spill and he wonders how it is possible to flirt with someone when you are already sucking their cock.
Between their small grunts and pants, Marcus' cock is now plummy red and fully upright against Esca's mouth. He is still insatiable up and down, really knowing how to wear the appearance of enjoying it, sucking him into his warm, wet mouth with a constant content stream of low noise, until a wad of spit collects around the head. Esca strokes it up and down Marcus' cock, using the moments jerk as an opportunity to smile and laugh happily up at Marcus, who struggles to keep his eyes open in his ecstasy and moans quiet, breaths laced with distracting joy.
"You like that? Huh." Esca asks, with laughter in his voice between short kisses to his thighs.
"Do you?" Marcus asks.
Esca nods, leans down again, gives one long lick to it and says, "it's a fucking beautiful prick."
"Touch yourself." Marcus says, rubbing his foot against Esca's ass, receiving a look when it roams between his cheeks. Esca spits in his hand, and eyes firm up on Marcus takes it to his cock, tugging it quick, breaths at speed, eyelids flickering a little over his eyes.
Marcus wants him close.
"Come up here."
They settle back into stroking one another.
"Gonna fuck my arse?" Esca looks him dead in the eyes.
"Yeah." Marcus assures, whilst thinking he's seen more of this boy's eyes than he did of most people he knew. It fucking pushes him, Esca is just tugging firm, nothing special but he feels the pull of his orgasm. He breaks from his lips in a panic.
"Keep kissing him," Robin directs.
"Can't man, I've got to fuck him otherwise I'll just come all over his hand." Marcus says laughing in disbelief at his body.
Esca laughing takes his hand off his cock and says.
"God calm down. Think of something gross and disgusting."
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I think you just fried my brain.
(and it is so beautifully written guh. it's delicious porn with, like, bonus word porn).
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hot, and wonderful and absolutely hilarious in this porn setting.
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Marcus sees Esca's wide smile, hears the glow in his voice and the urge to release surges up inside again, he aches to touch himself.
"You're not helping."
Esca moves closer, "Think of scabs and severed limbs and dirty great fucking rats," each word kissed against his earlobe.
Marcus shivers unable to hear the words he utters. He gives Esca a sharp look, and he sits back trying to be casual, though his cock is hard and exposed and his eyes are still dark with want.
"So, nice weather we're having. Do you follow football?"
There is laughter but the pall of lust drags through it, making it breathy and light.
"Right I'm just not even gonna look at you." Marcus says to him. Fond of how Esca incites him as much as he is excited by it he wants to kiss him more which is why he needs to calm down.
Apart from the beckoning warmth of his body Marcus slows his breaths, steadily the punch of precipice in his guts settles and he regains some control.
Then he looks up and sees Esca, stroking himself, one hand on his nipple, the other on the tip of his stiff cock.
Marcus begins to speak, to beg, but Esca gets there first.
"Why don't you just stick it in me already."
Marcus laughs grateful, he doesn't look anywhere but at Esca who looks to Robin for the go ahead.
"So where on the bed d'ya want us?"
"Face toward the static camera. In the middle of the bed so I can come around the back with the hand held. I want him to do you from behind."
"Ok." Esca chirrups brightly, as he stands and moving clear of the bed slowly pulls his jeans the rest of the way down his thighs to kick them off his feet.
He's entirely nude then, his small body, lightly muscular, compact and lithe. Marcus' eyes settle naturally between his legs on his red cock standing at right angle to the pale flesh of his thighs.
Following his lead Marcus strips too and they stand naked looking at one another for a second, until Esca smirking reaches out to give Marcus' cock one last lingering squeeze of a stroke, and gets into position on all fours in the middle of the bed faced away from the headboard, up into the camera as told.
Marcus stares at his ass, its perfect, plump, round little cheeks and having he chance strokes it, it feels good in his hand and his fingertips wander the high firm curve down into the soft warmth of his crack.
Esca begs "Stick your fingers up."
Marcus wants to feel his hole so lubes a finger and slides down to the tight squeeze of muscle. He pushes it in and out but only shallow.
"So tight."
"Uh, fucking do me." Esca is impatient.
Marcus climbs onto the bed to kneel behind him, Esca is straining to be fucked, back arching, ass pushed out. Breathing hard, wanting to tease, Marcus takes his cock in his hand and rubs it wet on his thighs.
Esca groans.
"Ah come on."
Marcus laughs and leans over him, feeling again altogether too large, asking close to his ear.
"You want it?"
"Yeah, gimme it." Esca whispers,
"You're sure?"
Esca lays down tummy to the bed, hands under hips lifting his arse up, presenting it.
"Do it now!"
Marcus' prep behind him is quite clinical, the clipping click of the lube bottle, break of the foil, the slide of it down his lubed dick. Lube over his latexed dick. He puts a slicked thumb inside Esca, finding his way into his ass, then strong thighs either side of him, slides his cock down into place.
Robin hovers with his camera.
Marcus' cock burns hard in the condom and feels so rigid to him poking against Esca's hole with its forbidding tightness and he is struck by the same disbelief that he will actually fit that he always feels whenever he fucks a guy.
Regardless of that disbelief when he pushes down, his tip and a little of the shaft enters Esca. It is a slow squeeze to slide more in, slow, so slow. Marcus' heart bounces at the stress of being so static when every pleasure spot in his body screams at him to run ahead and rub his cock, the head of his cock in particular, hard up, and in, and against him.
Esca whines and hisses in pain, when he looks up briefly over his shoulder his face is in a tight grimace.
"Is that ok?"
"Hurts."
"Sorry," Marcus says, moving off, Esca puts his palm behind him on his ass stopping him.
"No, no, make me take it."
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Well that's me useless for the rest of the day then. So incredibly hot.
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Tracking this like a mad woman. *__*
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