Just a Maid 18+ Markson Smut

5 |~•~ Bam Bam ~•~

Mark felt how Jackson's cold hands slithered up the white T-shirt, exploring his pale abdomen in pure desire. The younger let his head fall back to rest on the older's shoulder as the male moved his hips below them to cause friction. Both of their lips opened slightly just knowing how much they needed each other. Jackson spread the boy's legs so that he was between them as Mark sat above him in a delicate way. No one else could possibly drive them so crazy like this...

The boy knew now every place Jackson had always desired from him, he knew how much the older loved to leave traces behind, he knew how much he loved being dominant. All of those things were important.. Just so important. At one point the other's curious hand had travelled all the way to Mark's neck, wrapping his rough fingers around the soft skin as the younger threw his head further back just to feel more of the desperate touch he had always wanted.

Mark tried not to moan, the older's lips and tongue were working ever so good on his neck while the touches slowly reach where he wanted them to.
"I'll make you call out my name.."
Jackson grunted lowly.
"Wh-why are you doing this?"
The maid whispered breathlessly on to Jackson's ear, making the male tighten the hold on the poor boy's neck as his other hand reached into the younger's boxers, causing Mark to hold on to the sofas' sheets.
"Tell me you don't like it."
The other responded eagerly.
"Please..."
Mark moaned unintentionally.
"Tell me I don't drive you insane just like you drive me.. Tell me you don't want me to fuck you senseless.. Tell me to stop."
This time, Jackson began caressing the younger's tip with his index finger, slowly trailing a path down to his balls.
...

..

.
"I can't."
Mark replied, surrendering to Jackson's dominance.
"Exactly."
With that said, the other began stroking the boy's desperate member, earning for the younger to grunt.
His movements ended abruptly, he didn't want to pleasure the younger so fast.. He wanted the fun.
Jackson ran his hand all the way to the hem of the boy's boxers and pulled them off immediately as his other hand was still wrapped around Mark's neck, sometimes gripping a bit harder. The younger trembled under the cold touch until the older began rubbing circles around his hole, making him pull tightly on the sheets as a light moan wandered the room.

Suddenly Jackson entered one finger into the younger, it wasn't tight how he had expected, a feeling of anger evading his powerful lust.
"You've been touching yourself."
The older said.
"N-No.."
Again the thought of Bam Bam came, his boyfriend was still waiting at home for him.. How can he do this?
Just knowing that someone else had been touching Mark before him made the older furious, causing him to enter another finger at a fast pace.
"You're mine.. You understand? No one else better lay a finger on you."
So desperate.
The younger tried finding something else to hang on to since the sheets weren't enough with all the pain and pleasure hitting him at once. Jackson evily smirked, the way Mark was moaning and moving his hips for more made the older feel like he had complete control. Just the way he liked.
"Are you ready?"
Jackson asked.
"F-For... Aahh.. For wh-what?"
The younger replied as the older's fingers scissored inside him, opening every possible part up.
"Oh, don't act like you don't know."
Jackson replied in a very eager tone.
Mark knew what the older meant now.

'Is this the only thing he wants?'

The other pulled out his fingers, taking his hands off the boy's throat to unzip his own pants.
"Wait... I'm not sure about this."
The younger said worriedly while thinking of his lover, Bam Bam, who was waiting for his joyful arrival when in reality Mark was about to sleep with the Wang's son.

He needs to make a choice.

"Are you sure?"
Jackson replied into the younger's ear, taking a soft bite of his neck after a while.
As soon as Mark was about to reply, the phone began to ring from inside the jeans which were thrown across room after Jackson forced him to wear only the T-shirt.
"Let me answer that."
"No."
"Please."
"I said no."
Anxiety began swelling in when the phone continued ringing.
"Jackson.. Please.."
"Who is it?"
Deep down, Mark expected it to be Bam Bam.
"My mother, that's her ringtone."
The older hesitated for a bit but then let him go.
The younger pulled down the T-shirt since he wasn't wearing the boxers underneath as Jackson peeked down to get a glimpse.

-"Hello?"

-"Babe.. Why aren't you home yet?"

- " it got busy, I'm sorry."

-" What could that Wang boy possibly want?"

-"I don't know, I'm heading back home, mom"

-"Bishh... It's Double B whatcha talking about?"

- "Bye."

-"wait Mark--"

He hung up.
"I have to go Jackson."
Mark said before beginning to dress himself back into his very own clothes.
"Come back tomorrow... We aren't done."
The other said while biting his bottom lip.
"Ok.. Bye."
Mark sprinted back home as fast as he could, his mind was driving him crazy right now.

'Did he find out?'

"Hey, Mark.., I missed you."
Bam Bam said while walking toward his boyfriend to give him a cute little him, playing around with the younger's vibrant red hair.
"Bam Bam.. I want to go to sleep."
"Nope, you need to spend time with me."
"I'm tired."
He didn't want to be with his lover as thoughts of the other roamed inside him.
"Why were you late anyway?"

"Why are you so curious?"

The truth. The truth was the one thing he wasn't going to say.

"Tell me."

'Does he know already?'

"I needed more time to finish the living room because unfortunately, Mr. Wang spilled some wine."

"Oh.. Ok... You know I love you right?"

Mark didn't want to say it back.

"Bam Bam.. why are you soo..."

"So what?"

"Sooooo... Bam Bam?"

Now he didn't have to say I love you back.

'What's wrong with me?'