The air between them crackled with tension, thick with heat and the weight of unspoken desire. David noticed it, too. A slow, familiar smirk tugged at his lips as he closed the distance so close that Mark could feel the warmth of his breath against his skin.
David's hand moved lower, deliberate and slow, until it found Mark's growing arousal. His fingers curled around it with a quiet confidence, teasing. "You get hard too easily," he murmured, his breath brushing Mark's cheek.
Mark tensed, a shiver racing down his spine. His breath caught, unable to form the words he wanted.
David's fingers trailed over the buttons of Mark's shirt, each one undone with deliberate slowness, revealing the skin beneath. He leaned in, brushing his lips over Mark's ear, his tongue leaving a hot trail down the curve of his neck. A low, guttural sound escaped Mark's throat—half need, half disbelief.
David's hand shifted, his fingers grazing Mark's chest, teasing one nipple, then the other. He leaned in, breathing over them, before his tongue flicked lightly across the sensitive skin. Mark's back arched involuntarily, a soft gasp escaping his lips.
"Ohh…" Mark moaned, his voice trembling with need. "I'm hard, David… it's too much… please. Can you fuck me now?"
David didn't stop. His tongue moved lower, his hands firm and unyielding. "I want to see you beg for it," he whispered, his voice low, teasing. "Scream how much you need me. Say it, Mark."
Mark's head fell back, his breath ragged as David's mouth found his chest again, sucking with intensity. A desperate, broken cry tore from his lips. "I need it," he gasped. "David—please—just your mouth. I can't… I can't take it… it's too much… It's heavy I think it might burst."
David pulled back with a low, dark laugh, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You won't burst," he said coolly. "You'll survive." His voice dropped, a hint of something darker lurking beneath. "But I'm not giving you what you want. Not yet."
Mark's body trembled, tears slipping down his cheeks, and for the first time, something flickered in David's gaze. He began to turn away, the familiar coldness creeping back in, ready to leave like he always did. So many times he get Mark aroused and leave him alone in his dark room.
"No…" Mark whispered, his voice cracking under the weight of his need. "Please, don't go. I'm begging you. Just… stay. Watch me. I'll touch myself—I'll finish. I just need you here. Please."
David hesitated, his chest rising with a silent breath. The cruel edge of his expression softened just a fraction. He didn't speak, but he didn't leave either.
Instead, he stepped back, leaned against the wall, and simply watched.
Mark stood at the center of the room, his eyes locked on David's, his breathing shallow with anticipation. And then, slowly, he undressed—stripping each piece of clothing from his body until there was nothing left between him and David. Exposed. For the first time, David saw all of him.
Mark's body was beautiful. Smooth lines of muscle beneath flawless skin, the kind of body that ached to be touched. He wasn't ashamed; he wanted David to see. No, he needed it. The need had long since blurred into something deeper, darker.
David's gaze didn't waver, but his jaw tightened. A slick swallow moved down his throat as his eyes traced every inch of Mark's bare skin. His voice came, low and unwavering. "You're tempting, Mark. God knows you are. But I told you—I won't touch you until you love me."
Mark's heart thudded painfully. He was already hard, already aching. The rejection only twisted the fire deeper inside him. Tears welled in his eyes as his hand moved slowly to his cock. "Then just watch me," he whispered hoarsely, "please… don't leave me alone like this. Just stay."
David exhaled sharply. The thought of standing naked before Mark of being that exposed shook something inside him. He shook his head. "No," he said.
If I go naked, I won't be able to stop myself. I want you, Mark. More than I can admit. But if I cross that line before your heart is mine… I'll hate myself.
Mark's movements slowed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Then tell me," he said through clenched teeth. "Describe it. Let me imagine you naked. Let me have that."
David hesitated. Then he stood slowly, voice deepening, smooth as velvet. "My name is David Marcos," he said. "You see me in suits—tailored, crisp, in control. But underneath that? My chest is hard, cut from discipline. My abs are carved, and when I take off my shirt, the heat of my skin could make you tremble."
Mark stroked harder now, eyes shut, lips parted as he moaned softly.
"My cock," David continued, voice dark, almost growling, "is longer than yours. Thicker. And it's hot—so hot it could melt your mind. If you touched it, it would pulse in your hand. If you took it in your mouth, I'd make you choke on it with pleasure."
Mark gasped. His body arched as he whimpered, "I'd suck it. I'd take all of it. Oh god… David, I'd beg for it…"
David stepped closer but didn't touch. His voice was breath against Mark's ear now. "I want to hear you moan, Mark. I want to hear you lose control for me."
Mark's hand moved slower now, dragging out every stroke as David's voice painted vivid, forbidden images in the air. His chest rose and fell with each breath, sweat glistening along his collarbone as his fingers tightened around his thick shaft.
"Keep talking," Mark moaned, voice trembling, almost broken. "Don't stop… say more, please—David, your voice… it's making me harder."
David leaned forward slightly, still refusing to touch, but his voice dropped into a near whisper as if the words themselves were brushing against Mark's skin.
"If I had you beneath me right now, I'd part your legs slowly," he murmured, "kiss every inch of your body, starting from your neck, down to your chest… I'd circle your nipples with my tongue until you screamed for more. I'd taste the sweat off your skin, feel you writhe under me."
Mark's back arched, a long groan escaping his lips as his hand pumped harder now, desperate but wanting to make it last.
"I'd press you down," David went on, "make you look me in the eyes while I held your cock in my hand. I'd tease the tip with slow strokes until your legs shook, until you couldn't beg anymore just breathe and whimper."
"David" Mark choked on the name, almost crying with pleasure. "I wouldn't let you cum yet," David continued, his tone darker, possessive. "Not until I tasted all of you. Not until you told me how much you needed me inside you. I'd drag my tongue down your stomach, stop right before your cock, and just... breathe. Watch you fall apart."
Mark's thighs tensed, the moans slipping from his lips now rough and uncontrolled. "Please—please—don't stop. It's too much, I'm David I'm gonna—ahh, fuck."
David didn't stop speaking.
"Now stroke it slow," he commanded, his voice silky. "Pretend it's my hand. Feel the heat… the weight of me on top of you… whisper my name."
Mark did exactly that his hand slowed, hips rising to meet the rhythm, lips parting as he whispered, "David… David… David…"
"Good boy," David growled. "Now cum for me."
Mark's moans grew louder, more desperate. "David, I'm close—I'm going to cum—"
"Good boy," David said softly. "Show me how much you want it."
Mark trembled violently as pleasure ripped through him. "Ahhh—David—oh God—I'm cumming—!"
Mark's body seized up, every muscle trembling as the pleasure exploded through him like fire. With a final, broken moan, he released onto the sheets, breath catching in his throat.
His moan tore through the room loud, raw, wrecked his head thrown back as the climax hit, wave after wave, coating his trembling stomach.
He let out a quiet breath as he collapsed onto the bed, his body still trembling from release. The room was filled with the soft hum of silence, heavy with the afterglow.