Against All Odds

never love a straight man

He wrung his hand as he played with his thoughts. How would he start, he needed to tell him sooner but the moment Markus came from the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist, all thoughts flew off his mind.

"Tyron?" Markus didn't understand the look Tyron was giving him. He was looking at him like he was a piece of meat. "Tyron."

"Markus." He stood from the bed and went to him giving him a demanding kiss slowly bowing to his neck and Markus was enjoying this. Tyron's hand went to the edge of the towel playing with it. "I want you to make me yours." Markus looked into his eyes.

"You sure?" He asked looking for uncertainty.

"Yeah." Tyron answered and the next minute he was being pushed gently on the bed. He smiled as Markus started taking over. Markus kissed him tracing open kisses to his neck sucking biting, kissing and he was sure it was going to leave a mark. He then removed Tyron's shirt.

"You have a nice body." He kissed his chest. "Perfect." He kissed again. "And it's all mine." He reached for the left nipple while toying with the other hard one with His hand.

Tyron moaned as he felt Markus bite his nipple. He could feel heat although his body and want of Markus grew at the moment. Markus then trailed kissing his stomach slowly until he reached the belt of his short after leaving the abused hard nipples. He lifted his head as if asking the silent question. Tyron wasn't thinking straight. He loved the attention Markus was giving him. He loved how he would whisper that he loved him after every kiss. He loved how he would treat his body gently as if it was a treasured gem but he could no longer wait. He wanted Markus and Markus he will get.

Markus, with shaking hands, removed everything that hindered him from touching his skin. It wasn't new seeing his body naked but every time he did, he couldn't stop and watch it. He really didn't  believe that he had it all to himself.

"What?" Tyron asked. Now feeling conscious of his body with the way Markus was looking at him. Markus didn't answer, he slowly lowered himself to his thighs and kissed them making sure he left a mark and Tyron was a mess again. His thighs were the most sensitive part of his body.

"I, Markus... I..." Markus was avoiding the one place he wanted his attention to be. "Please." Markus smiled to himself.

"It's okay babe. I got you." He kissed the tip of Tyron's hard on then licked it. "Mmhh. You test so good." He then didn't wait for an answer and dove right in taking the full length into his mouth.

"Oh... uuhh... Mar..." Tyron felt over the moon feeling Markus mouth around him. Markus then moved his head up rolling his tongue then took it in again. He went on and on and Tyron couldn't hold it in again. He was really trying not to move his hips and choke his beloved. "I... I'm... Markus." He tried pulling his hair to get him off but he stayed working him out. "MARKUS!!!" He came into his mouth breathing hard as Markus finished him. Markus knelt facing Tyron who was embarrassed.

"You taste good." He moved foward till his face met Tyron's. "I love you." He whispered and without giving Tyron a chance to reply, he kissed him his hand stretching to the bedside and getting lube which was gifted to him by Cyrus. He slowly rubbed it around the ring. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes." Tyron gasped as a finger slid into him. "I am sure. How do you know what to do."

"It's a wonder what internet has." By then he had another finger sliding into him scissoring him and expanding him. He then went on for a while taking his time till he knew he was ready and Tyron was a moaning mess pleading and pleading. He replaced his finger with his tip. He pushed in slowly and Tyron's face was scrunched up in pain. "Does it hurt?" Tyron nodded trying to relax. Markus slid in fully then stayed still letting Tyron adjust and himself enjoying the warmth that surrounded his length.