Fill: Strip For Me 2/?
anonymous
March 22 2011, 00:21:22 UTC
“You're a student?” he asks, hating himself for being unable to shut up, but also wanting to know more.
“I told ya,” Esca replies, leaning back against Marcus, “I need tips for tuition, so yeah.”
“What're you studying?”
Esca turns around again, facing Marcus, and climbs onto his lap so his knees fall on either side of Marcus's thighs. “Are we having a conversation here, or am I dancing for you?” He pushes his hips down so his ass presses right against Marcus's dick, and Marcus is surprised to find it's already half-hard with interest. When the hell had that happened?
“I don't know,” Marcus says, unable to stop his hips from pressing up a little. “I wanted to know more about you.”
Esca laughs. “That's what they all say.” He winks at Marcus, pressing his ass down again, and Marcus's hands come up to hold his hips. Esca leans in, his breath hot against Marcus's ear, “you've got seven more minutes. You can talk if you want, or you can shut up and enjoy it.”
He suspects he should feel insulted, but Esca is smiling at him so Marcus just smiles back, nodding, “I'll shut up.”
Esca rubs over him, sliding down his body until he's almost kneeling on the floor. He pushes at Marcus's knees, spreading his legs, and Marcus's can feel his cock growing hard beneath the fabric. Esca arches his back, his face coming enticingly close to Marcus's crotch, and he stays there for a moment, his mouth relaxed and open as he smiles up at Marcus. Then he's moving again, his body sliding up over Marcus's chest until he's almost rubbing his clothed dick in Marcus's face. Marcus breathes in sharply, hoping to catch a whiff of Esca's scent as he writhes in front of him. He's disappointed when he can't.
When Esca stands, Marcus loses all concentration, his mind focused on the tiny briefs, and the line of buttocks peeking out at the bottom. Esca's hips sway in front of him, and Marcus wants to slide his fingers under the fabric, to trace the soft skin of Esca's ass, to feel the heat he knows is there. He remembers Esca's warning to sit on his hands if he needs to, but he keeps them clamped on the arms of the chair as he watches Esca move.
Then Esca is turning again, leaning into him, pressing his bare chest against Marcus's clothed one. Marcus is trying to catch his eye, and Esca looks away every time their eyes meet. His eyes are lowered, he's focused on his dancing, and suddenly Marcus wants to kiss him. “What's your name?” Marcus is whispering, wanting to know, but embarrassed that he isn't able to keep quiet.
There's a beat as Esca seems to consider his question, and then he's whispering in Marcus's ear, “Tom.”
The reply pulls Marcus out of his daze for a moment and his brow furrows as he considers Esca's reply. He wasn't sure what named he'd been expecting, but he knows that wasn't it. “Really?” he asks, his voice a little louder this time.
Esca nods, still moving his hips teasingly over Marcus's. “Yeah, why?”
“I wasn't expecting that.” When Esca says nothing, Marcus continues, “it doesn't suit you.”
Esca smiles and shrugs. He turns over, pressing his back against Marcus's chest, the back of his head pressed into Marcus's neck, and it feels more comfortable than it should. “So tell me your name then,” Esca says.
“Marcus,” he replies, because it doesn't even occur to him to lie.
“Marcus,” Esca repeats, leaning up to whisper in his ear. “Stop talking.”
Fill: Strip For Me 3/?
anonymous
March 22 2011, 00:25:23 UTC
Marcus nods his head, biting his tongue, Then Esca is leaning forward and his ass is on Marcus's bulge, Marcus's cock lined up perfectly with the cleft of Esca's ass, and Esca is grinding down. The gentle rubbing and teasing is over, and Esca's weight is on him, pushing back against Marcus's cock, and the friction of the fabric over his skin is almost too much. Marcus's knuckles go white as he grips the arms of the chair.
Marcus silently curses the thin layer of fabric that covers Esca's ass, and he can almost feel the tight heat there, can imagine his cock sliding in. He wants to thrust up so badly, but he remains locked to the chair, his fingers squeezing the leather, and it takes every ounce of control he has not to come in his pants.
Finally Esca slows and presses himself flush against Marcus again. “Time's up,” he says, and Marcus is breathing too hard to reply.
When Esca stands, Marcus eases a hand off the arm of the chair and shoves his fist in his pocket, grabbing the first bill he feels. He barely glances at it before handing it to Esca, who takes it with a wink and slides it down the side of his briefs.
“Generous,” he says, and Marcus's eyes fall to the outline of Esca's bulge. He's half-hard, and Marcus notices a damp spot in the fabric. He wants to lower his head, yank down those briefs, and take Esca in his mouth, but he just sits there, raising his eyes to meet Esca's.
Esca winks at him again. “See ya, Marcus.”
Then a club employee is at Esca's side, whisking him away, and he's gone.
Marcus shifts in his chair, willing his dick to go down before he searches for Lutorius so he can get the hell out of there.
Esca's at the forefront of his mind during the cab ride home, and Marcus barely makes it to the shower before he's got his cock in his hand and he's coming.
Re: Fill: Strip For Me 3/?
anonymous
March 22 2011, 02:43:36 UTC
OP here to say HELLO, THIS IS THE FIC OF MY DREAMS. Esca is such a hot stripper, nnngh. I love that Marcus still has that connection with Esca, even if Esca is keeping him distant not giving him his name. And I loved how Esca was really straight forward about everything, it suits his character.
Fill: Strip For Me 4/?
anonymous
March 24 2011, 02:32:29 UTC
I'm happy people are liking this so far! It's still a WIP, but I thought I should post another update. :)
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Marcus manages to wait eight days before he visits the club again. He goes alone this time, not willing to subject himself to the teasing he might face from Lutorius. He hasn't been able to get Esca out of his mind, and he feels like an idiot when he takes a seat near the bar and he sees Esca dancing for someone else.
Of course Esca's dancing for someone else, it's a strip club and it's his job. And yet, an unmistakable pang of jealousy runs through Marcus.
He orders a drink, planning to down something quick and take off, and suddenly Esca turns and his eye catches Marcus's. Esca doesn't miss a beat, swaying his hips for the customer below him, but there's a smirk of recognition on his face.
Shit.
Marcus turns to face the bar, and takes a few quick sips of his drink before he feels a hand slide along his waist.
“Marcus, right?” The accent gives him away, and Marcus doesn't even have to turn to know it's Esca. But Marcus does turn, because he wants to see him and he's been waiting all fucking week.
“That's right,” he replies, attempting a casual air and failing miserably. Their eyes meet and Marcus wants to smile, because Esca is grinning at him, and he remembered his name, and fuck, Marcus feels like a lovestruck teenager.
“You want another dance?” Esca's leaning into him, whispering in his ear, and Marcus manages to gasp out a 'yes.'
“Just let me switch these.” Esca points at his briefs. “Don't go anywhere,” he says, and then he's gone.
It's only a minute or two before he's back, and he's got Marcus by the hand, leading him to a leather chair. He's switched the previous black briefs for red cotton ones, and Marcus wants to grab the white band around Esca's waist and give it a snap.
Esca pushes him down in the chair, and suddenly his mouth is at Marcus's ear. “Thought you said you weren't a regular.”
“I'm not,” Marcus says, feeling ridiculous. “I just wanted--” He pauses as Esca slides over his chest and back up, his eyes locked on Marcus as he waits for an answer. “I wanted to see you again.”
“That's sweet,” Esca replies, and it would be mocking, but somehow his smile makes it less so. “Have anything in mind this time?”
He's had a million things in mind all week - showing up and kissing Esca, stripping those damned briefs off, touching him, licking him, sucking him, fucking him in the chair, and then taking him home and doing it all again. But Marcus just shakes his head.
“You remember the rules?” Esca asks, and Marcus nods as he raises his hands and clamps them on Esca's hips.
Re: Fill: Strip For Me 4/? - OP again
anonymous
March 24 2011, 03:05:46 UTC
anon I LOVE this. Marcus going back to see Esca, Esca remembering him He's had a million things in mind all week - showing up and kissing Esca, stripping those damned briefs off, touching him, licking him, sucking him, fucking him in the chair, and then taking him home and doing it all again. fuuuck yes, Marcus has the best ideas, and Esca saying "good boy", nnngh I love it when he's in charge!
seriously anon this is SO GOOD. I can't wait for more <3
Fill: Strip For Me 5/?
anonymous
March 25 2011, 04:58:02 UTC
Thanks for all the great comments! Here's another update :D
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Marcus does his best to keep his hands from straying past Esca's hips. When his fingers stray once, up to trail over Esca's tattoo, he yanks them back down to Esca's hips when he receives a quiet reminder of “rules, Marcus.”
Then Esca is shaking his finger teasingly, backing away, and he's suddenly out of reach as his hands move across his own body. Marcus watches him dance, watches Esca's fingers as they rub his chest, ghosting over his nipples, and then his hands move down, over his taut stomach, and Esca's eyes meet Marcus's as he slides a hand over his bulge. Marcus can see his cock, already half-hard, outlined by the red fabric, and he wishes the fingers sliding over it were his own.
“Marcus,” Esca whispers, and Marcus knows he's being teased.
“Please,” Marcus can hear himself saying as his hands lay flat and open on the arms of the chair, fingers clenching and unclenching with want.
Esca takes pity on him, stepping forward so he's within reach again. He presses himself closer to Marcus, sliding up his chest until his mouth is against Marcus's ear again. “You must behave.”
Marcus nods, turning his hands over and gripping the chair, willing himself to keep still.
Esca presses against him, his chest rubbing hard against Marcus's t-shirt, and Marcus is trying his best not to lean up and kiss him, so he starts running his mouth instead, “I still don't know your name.”
“I told you last time,” Esca says quietly as his lips ghosts along Marcus's throat.
“Yeah, Tom.”
Esca nods, his eyes not meeting Marcus's. “That's right.”
Marcus watches him for a moment, waiting for Esca's gaze to meet his own. When it doesn't, he speaks again, “I don't believe you, though.”
Esca smiles and shrugs, same as before, and doesn't offer anything else. Then he's sliding down Marcus's body, over his chest and stomach, and past his crotch as he kneels in front of him. The tips of his fingers touch Marcus's knees, pushing them apart. “Different trousers,” he mutters, more to himself than to Marcus, and Marcus gives him a look of confusion.
“Never mind,” Esca says, pushing Marcus's legs closed. He stands, and there's a slight flicker in his eye, and suddenly Marcus realizes Esca's given something away -- he remembers what Marcus was wearing during their first encounter.
Marcus is unable to bite back his grin, “I came straight from work last time.”
“Did you?” Esca says simply, and the facade is back. He places his hands on either side of Marcus's, swaying his hips as he leans over him.
“Yeah,” Marcus replies, staring up at Esca, “would you like to know where I work?”
“Not really.” It's more teasing than rude, and Esca's smiling. “But I'm sure you're going to tell me.”
Marcus laughs. “Nahh, maybe I should keep a few secrets too.”
“Whatever pleases you.. Now,” he leans into Marcus suddenly, and Marcus's lips part as if Esca is going to kiss him, but he stop just short of contact, “will you be quiet and let me dance for you?”
“Yeah,” Marcus nods and licks his lips, “I'll try.”
“Good,” Esca replies, pulling back until he's standing again. “Because I'm wearing these ones specifically for you.” He points to the red briefs, and Marcus is nodding and raising his hands to grasp Esca's hips.
“I like them,” Marcus whispers, and then he's silent as Esca starts moving again.
Fill: Strip For Me 6/?
anonymous
March 25 2011, 05:03:05 UTC
As Esca bends over in front of him again, Marcus cock presses against unforgiving denim, and he curses his decision to wear jeans. He wishes he was in something less constricting, his own briefs, or nothing.
Esca dances for him and he watches the soft round skin peeking out of the bottom of Esca's briefs, and he wants to pull him onto his lap, tug aside the red fabric, and slide his fingers in, slide his cock in, and make Esca come.
He lets his hands come up again, grabbing Esca's hips, because he knows he's allowed, and he gives a gentle tug. Esca turns, still moving his hips, but nodding because he knows Marcus wants more, needs touch and friction.
“Bossy,” he says, but he's climbing up onto the chair, straddling Marcus's lap, and Marcus wants to push him down and thrust up into him.
“Please,” Marcus pants, as he squeezes Esca's hips. “I want you to--”
And before he can finish Esca presses his ass down once, hard, rubbing against Marcus's dick. “Yes,” Marcus is saying, nodding at Esca and licking his lips, and he knows he must look ridiculous but Esca is staring back at him, smiling, and it's okay. “Please,” Marcus begs, “more,” and his breath is coming quickly as he waits to see if Esca will comply.
Esca pushes his ass out, and twists his hips, grinding himself down on Marcus, and Marcus lets out a breath. He keeps his hands locked on Esca's hips as they grind down on him, and he's trying to not let his fingers wander, but they do. His thumbs start tracing the line of Esca's hips, where they disappear below his waistband, and he wants to follow the lines with his fingers, into Esca's briefs and down to his cock.
He looks up at Esca, wanting to see if the touch is okay, or if he should stop, and Esca's staring back at him. His lips are parted, his smile faded, and he seems to be considering Marcus, not quite sure what to make of him.
“Is this okay?” Marcus is whispering, and Esca gives him a slight nod. “I want to touch you,” he's talking again, and he doesn't even try to stop himself. “I've been thinking about you for days. All week. I wanted to see you again.”
Esca's hands are around his neck, holding tight, as he uses Marcus for leverage, pulling his hips up with a twist and grinding down again. “You're seeing me,” Esca says, thrusting his hips forward, the red briefs pushing against hard denim.
“Tell me your name,” Marcus whispers, his eyes pleading with Esca's, and Esca looks away, his focus back to the movement of his dance, each twist and thrust carefully thought out.
Then he's pushing down again, riding Marcus so hard the friction is enough to distract Marcus from his chatter, and Marcus has to let go of Esca and grip the chair to keep himself from coming. He's silent and panting open-mouthed as he watches Esca ride his lap, and he only manages to peel his eyes away from the outline of Esca's cock because he wants to watch Esca's face as he moves. He's quiet and he's thinking, and Marcus can tell he's trying to avoid his gaze.
“You don't have to tell me,” Marcus manages to say, as his time runs out and Esca begins to slow. “I just want to see you again.”
Esca leans forward, his mouth almost touching Marcus's. “You know where to find me.”
“I told ya,” Esca replies, leaning back against Marcus, “I need tips for tuition, so yeah.”
“What're you studying?”
Esca turns around again, facing Marcus, and climbs onto his lap so his knees fall on either side of Marcus's thighs. “Are we having a conversation here, or am I dancing for you?” He pushes his hips down so his ass presses right against Marcus's dick, and Marcus is surprised to find it's already half-hard with interest. When the hell had that happened?
“I don't know,” Marcus says, unable to stop his hips from pressing up a little. “I wanted to know more about you.”
Esca laughs. “That's what they all say.” He winks at Marcus, pressing his ass down again, and Marcus's hands come up to hold his hips. Esca leans in, his breath hot against Marcus's ear, “you've got seven more minutes. You can talk if you want, or you can shut up and enjoy it.”
He suspects he should feel insulted, but Esca is smiling at him so Marcus just smiles back, nodding, “I'll shut up.”
Esca rubs over him, sliding down his body until he's almost kneeling on the floor. He pushes at Marcus's knees, spreading his legs, and Marcus's can feel his cock growing hard beneath the fabric. Esca arches his back, his face coming enticingly close to Marcus's crotch, and he stays there for a moment, his mouth relaxed and open as he smiles up at Marcus. Then he's moving again, his body sliding up over Marcus's chest until he's almost rubbing his clothed dick in Marcus's face. Marcus breathes in sharply, hoping to catch a whiff of Esca's scent as he writhes in front of him. He's disappointed when he can't.
When Esca stands, Marcus loses all concentration, his mind focused on the tiny briefs, and the line of buttocks peeking out at the bottom. Esca's hips sway in front of him, and Marcus wants to slide his fingers under the fabric, to trace the soft skin of Esca's ass, to feel the heat he knows is there. He remembers Esca's warning to sit on his hands if he needs to, but he keeps them clamped on the arms of the chair as he watches Esca move.
Then Esca is turning again, leaning into him, pressing his bare chest against Marcus's clothed one. Marcus is trying to catch his eye, and Esca looks away every time their eyes meet. His eyes are lowered, he's focused on his dancing, and suddenly Marcus wants to kiss him. “What's your name?” Marcus is whispering, wanting to know, but embarrassed that he isn't able to keep quiet.
There's a beat as Esca seems to consider his question, and then he's whispering in Marcus's ear, “Tom.”
The reply pulls Marcus out of his daze for a moment and his brow furrows as he considers Esca's reply. He wasn't sure what named he'd been expecting, but he knows that wasn't it. “Really?” he asks, his voice a little louder this time.
Esca nods, still moving his hips teasingly over Marcus's. “Yeah, why?”
“I wasn't expecting that.” When Esca says nothing, Marcus continues, “it doesn't suit you.”
Esca smiles and shrugs. He turns over, pressing his back against Marcus's chest, the back of his head pressed into Marcus's neck, and it feels more comfortable than it should. “So tell me your name then,” Esca says.
“Marcus,” he replies, because it doesn't even occur to him to lie.
“Marcus,” Esca repeats, leaning up to whisper in his ear. “Stop talking.”
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Marcus silently curses the thin layer of fabric that covers Esca's ass, and he can almost feel the tight heat there, can imagine his cock sliding in. He wants to thrust up so badly, but he remains locked to the chair, his fingers squeezing the leather, and it takes every ounce of control he has not to come in his pants.
Finally Esca slows and presses himself flush against Marcus again. “Time's up,” he says, and Marcus is breathing too hard to reply.
When Esca stands, Marcus eases a hand off the arm of the chair and shoves his fist in his pocket, grabbing the first bill he feels. He barely glances at it before handing it to Esca, who takes it with a wink and slides it down the side of his briefs.
“Generous,” he says, and Marcus's eyes fall to the outline of Esca's bulge. He's half-hard, and Marcus notices a damp spot in the fabric. He wants to lower his head, yank down those briefs, and take Esca in his mouth, but he just sits there, raising his eyes to meet Esca's.
Esca winks at him again. “See ya, Marcus.”
Then a club employee is at Esca's side, whisking him away, and he's gone.
Marcus shifts in his chair, willing his dick to go down before he searches for Lutorius so he can get the hell out of there.
Esca's at the forefront of his mind during the cab ride home, and Marcus barely makes it to the shower before he's got his cock in his hand and he's coming.
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I can't wait for more :D
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Marcus manages to wait eight days before he visits the club again. He goes alone this time, not willing to subject himself to the teasing he might face from Lutorius. He hasn't been able to get Esca out of his mind, and he feels like an idiot when he takes a seat near the bar and he sees Esca dancing for someone else.
Of course Esca's dancing for someone else, it's a strip club and it's his job. And yet, an unmistakable pang of jealousy runs through Marcus.
He orders a drink, planning to down something quick and take off, and suddenly Esca turns and his eye catches Marcus's. Esca doesn't miss a beat, swaying his hips for the customer below him, but there's a smirk of recognition on his face.
Shit.
Marcus turns to face the bar, and takes a few quick sips of his drink before he feels a hand slide along his waist.
“Marcus, right?” The accent gives him away, and Marcus doesn't even have to turn to know it's Esca. But Marcus does turn, because he wants to see him and he's been waiting all fucking week.
“That's right,” he replies, attempting a casual air and failing miserably. Their eyes meet and Marcus wants to smile, because Esca is grinning at him, and he remembered his name, and fuck, Marcus feels like a lovestruck teenager.
“You want another dance?” Esca's leaning into him, whispering in his ear, and Marcus manages to gasp out a 'yes.'
“Just let me switch these.” Esca points at his briefs. “Don't go anywhere,” he says, and then he's gone.
It's only a minute or two before he's back, and he's got Marcus by the hand, leading him to a leather chair. He's switched the previous black briefs for red cotton ones, and Marcus wants to grab the white band around Esca's waist and give it a snap.
Esca pushes him down in the chair, and suddenly his mouth is at Marcus's ear. “Thought you said you weren't a regular.”
“I'm not,” Marcus says, feeling ridiculous. “I just wanted--” He pauses as Esca slides over his chest and back up, his eyes locked on Marcus as he waits for an answer. “I wanted to see you again.”
“That's sweet,” Esca replies, and it would be mocking, but somehow his smile makes it less so. “Have anything in mind this time?”
He's had a million things in mind all week - showing up and kissing Esca, stripping those damned briefs off, touching him, licking him, sucking him, fucking him in the chair, and then taking him home and doing it all again. But Marcus just shakes his head.
“You remember the rules?” Esca asks, and Marcus nods as he raises his hands and clamps them on Esca's hips.
Esca nods back. “Good boy.”
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He's had a million things in mind all week - showing up and kissing Esca, stripping those damned briefs off, touching him, licking him, sucking him, fucking him in the chair, and then taking him home and doing it all again. fuuuck yes, Marcus has the best ideas, and Esca saying "good boy", nnngh I love it when he's in charge!
seriously anon this is SO GOOD. I can't wait for more <3
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Marcus does his best to keep his hands from straying past Esca's hips. When his fingers stray once, up to trail over Esca's tattoo, he yanks them back down to Esca's hips when he receives a quiet reminder of “rules, Marcus.”
Then Esca is shaking his finger teasingly, backing away, and he's suddenly out of reach as his hands move across his own body. Marcus watches him dance, watches Esca's fingers as they rub his chest, ghosting over his nipples, and then his hands move down, over his taut stomach, and Esca's eyes meet Marcus's as he slides a hand over his bulge. Marcus can see his cock, already half-hard, outlined by the red fabric, and he wishes the fingers sliding over it were his own.
“Marcus,” Esca whispers, and Marcus knows he's being teased.
“Please,” Marcus can hear himself saying as his hands lay flat and open on the arms of the chair, fingers clenching and unclenching with want.
Esca takes pity on him, stepping forward so he's within reach again. He presses himself closer to Marcus, sliding up his chest until his mouth is against Marcus's ear again. “You must behave.”
Marcus nods, turning his hands over and gripping the chair, willing himself to keep still.
Esca presses against him, his chest rubbing hard against Marcus's t-shirt, and Marcus is trying his best not to lean up and kiss him, so he starts running his mouth instead, “I still don't know your name.”
“I told you last time,” Esca says quietly as his lips ghosts along Marcus's throat.
“Yeah, Tom.”
Esca nods, his eyes not meeting Marcus's. “That's right.”
Marcus watches him for a moment, waiting for Esca's gaze to meet his own. When it doesn't, he speaks again, “I don't believe you, though.”
Esca smiles and shrugs, same as before, and doesn't offer anything else. Then he's sliding down Marcus's body, over his chest and stomach, and past his crotch as he kneels in front of him. The tips of his fingers touch Marcus's knees, pushing them apart. “Different trousers,” he mutters, more to himself than to Marcus, and Marcus gives him a look of confusion.
“Never mind,” Esca says, pushing Marcus's legs closed. He stands, and there's a slight flicker in his eye, and suddenly Marcus realizes Esca's given something away -- he remembers what Marcus was wearing during their first encounter.
Marcus is unable to bite back his grin, “I came straight from work last time.”
“Did you?” Esca says simply, and the facade is back. He places his hands on either side of Marcus's, swaying his hips as he leans over him.
“Yeah,” Marcus replies, staring up at Esca, “would you like to know where I work?”
“Not really.” It's more teasing than rude, and Esca's smiling. “But I'm sure you're going to tell me.”
Marcus laughs. “Nahh, maybe I should keep a few secrets too.”
“Whatever pleases you.. Now,” he leans into Marcus suddenly, and Marcus's lips part as if Esca is going to kiss him, but he stop just short of contact, “will you be quiet and let me dance for you?”
“Yeah,” Marcus nods and licks his lips, “I'll try.”
“Good,” Esca replies, pulling back until he's standing again. “Because I'm wearing these ones specifically for you.” He points to the red briefs, and Marcus is nodding and raising his hands to grasp Esca's hips.
“I like them,” Marcus whispers, and then he's silent as Esca starts moving again.
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Esca dances for him and he watches the soft round skin peeking out of the bottom of Esca's briefs, and he wants to pull him onto his lap, tug aside the red fabric, and slide his fingers in, slide his cock in, and make Esca come.
He lets his hands come up again, grabbing Esca's hips, because he knows he's allowed, and he gives a gentle tug. Esca turns, still moving his hips, but nodding because he knows Marcus wants more, needs touch and friction.
“Bossy,” he says, but he's climbing up onto the chair, straddling Marcus's lap, and Marcus wants to push him down and thrust up into him.
“Please,” Marcus pants, as he squeezes Esca's hips. “I want you to--”
And before he can finish Esca presses his ass down once, hard, rubbing against Marcus's dick. “Yes,” Marcus is saying, nodding at Esca and licking his lips, and he knows he must look ridiculous but Esca is staring back at him, smiling, and it's okay. “Please,” Marcus begs, “more,” and his breath is coming quickly as he waits to see if Esca will comply.
Esca pushes his ass out, and twists his hips, grinding himself down on Marcus, and Marcus lets out a breath. He keeps his hands locked on Esca's hips as they grind down on him, and he's trying to not let his fingers wander, but they do. His thumbs start tracing the line of Esca's hips, where they disappear below his waistband, and he wants to follow the lines with his fingers, into Esca's briefs and down to his cock.
He looks up at Esca, wanting to see if the touch is okay, or if he should stop, and Esca's staring back at him. His lips are parted, his smile faded, and he seems to be considering Marcus, not quite sure what to make of him.
“Is this okay?” Marcus is whispering, and Esca gives him a slight nod. “I want to touch you,” he's talking again, and he doesn't even try to stop himself. “I've been thinking about you for days. All week. I wanted to see you again.”
Esca's hands are around his neck, holding tight, as he uses Marcus for leverage, pulling his hips up with a twist and grinding down again. “You're seeing me,” Esca says, thrusting his hips forward, the red briefs pushing against hard denim.
“Tell me your name,” Marcus whispers, his eyes pleading with Esca's, and Esca looks away, his focus back to the movement of his dance, each twist and thrust carefully thought out.
Then he's pushing down again, riding Marcus so hard the friction is enough to distract Marcus from his chatter, and Marcus has to let go of Esca and grip the chair to keep himself from coming. He's silent and panting open-mouthed as he watches Esca ride his lap, and he only manages to peel his eyes away from the outline of Esca's cock because he wants to watch Esca's face as he moves. He's quiet and he's thinking, and Marcus can tell he's trying to avoid his gaze.
“You don't have to tell me,” Marcus manages to say, as his time runs out and Esca begins to slow. “I just want to see you again.”
Esca leans forward, his mouth almost touching Marcus's. “You know where to find me.”
And then he's standing, and then he's gone.
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YOU ARE KILLING MARCUS. ME AND MARCUS. YOU ARE KILLING EVERYONE.
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