(players only - BACKDATED to late summer)
Mark walks into the bar carrying his gym bag. It’s not long until rehearsals for the show start up again and he’s been using the Est gym to get his muscles back into shape. He feels good, loose and relaxed, and now he’s ready for a beer and maybe something a little heavier. Taking a seat at the bar he orders his drink then turns to look around, see if there’s anyone he knows, or for that matter, anyone who looks interested in an amenable pain slut.
Elias is in his favorite corner of the bar at the Club, where dim lighting allows him to people watch. There have been a few prospects this afternoon, but he’s not pursued any of them. Most of the guys who are looking are smaller build than he normally goes for. The urge isn’t so overwhelming and he can allow himself to be picky and relaxed about it.
It gets Elias’ attention when Mark walks in. Again, not as big as Elias prefers, but Elias recognizes Mark from TV and knows how very...bendy he is. Bendy could be fun. He’s muscled enough that he’d probably bruise nicely, and from the way he’s checking out the two dominants at the end of the bar, he’s looking for a hook up.
Now to find out if he’s into any of the fun things Elias is into...
Elias finishes his drink and stands, taking the empty glass to the bar. Either he’ll be walking out of here with Mark in tow or he’ll be getting a refill.
Mark’s been eyeing a couple of likely looking men down the end of the bar but they don’t seem to be returning his attention. He’s just turning back to take another sip of his drink when he catches movement out of the corner of his eye. The man walking towards him is a little older than the doms he’s been eyeing, which works nicely. Mark’s always had a thing for older men.
Elias tilts his head and offers a half smile in greeting, setting his glass down on the bar next to Mark. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Mark smiles in return. “I’m Mark.”
The smile widens. “I recognize you.” Elias also recognizes the interest in the dark eyes looking him over. “I’m Elias,” he says, holding out a hand.
“Pleasure to meet you, Elias,” Mark nods, very pleased with what he sees. He has to admit it doesn’t hurt that the man recognises him; with all the stars around here that doesn’t happen often. “You a dance fan?”
“I appreciate the show.” Elias settles on the stool next to Mark. “How’s the knee?”
Mark raises an eyebrow in surprise. His knee problems had happened a year ago now, and only someone who really followed the show would remember them. “It’s all good, now, thanks. Stayed off it for a while, drove Sir crazy trying to keep me occupied,” he laughs.
So he has a Sir, then. Elias arches a brow. “And this afternoon you don’t have Sir to keep you occupied?”
“No. Sir’s in Nashville working. I have permission to play, though, as long as it’s in the Est. And, you know, the rules are followed.”
Elias has done this enough to see when he’s been thrown an opening. “And what are The Rules, Mark?”
Mark smiles. “Well, the most important ones are no intentional marks, like biting or scratching. No humiliation.” He gestures at his gym bag. “I have my own restraints if you’re looking to tie me up. The others are more situational - if you want to take pictures, Sir gets a copy. No bending me in ways that are going to strain my muscles. Although,” he adds with a grin, “I can bend a long way before that happens.”
The bendy bit that Elias had anticipated is there, but he’s missing it because he’s still busy blinking over... “Pictures?”
“Yeah, you know, video or still. Whatever,” Mark shrugs matter-of-factly. “Sometimes someone decides they want to take pictures, and I’m okay with it. Tickles my exhibitionist streak, but Sir’s very possessive about my skin, so he gets copies. But, you know, only if you want to do it, yeah?”
Elias chuckles, shaking his head slowly, thoughts turning to Henry. “My partner would have fun with that. Me... I’m artistic in other directions.” Dark eyes lock with Mark’s. “I like hurting boys,” he says simply.
Mark doesn’t hide the shiver that simple statement causes. “I like being hurt,” he replies, eyes staying on Elias’. “I like it a lot.”
“What kind of pain do you like... a lot?” Elias gives him a sharp smile. “Sting, thud, burn, ache, tease, trapped?”
“Um, yes?” Mark laughs. “Well, not so much the tease, and I’m not comfortable doing anything really intense like a cane or a whip or anything that would draw blood with someone I’ve just met, but other than those, yeah, whatever you’d like. I haven’t really found much I don’t like yet.”
Very. Nice. Elias nods. “I have a flogger you’re going to love, boy. Let me see your cuffs...” He’s still asking nicely, but only just. The hint of the power exchange is already crackling in his brain.
Mark reaches into his gym bag and pulls out the small leather case that contains his restraints. Opening the case, he hands Elias the black leather cuffs. “There are chains, too,” he says, gesturing to the inside of the case.
VERY nice. Elias turns the cuffs over in his hands, his mind thrumming at the possibilities. His toes curl in his boots and his prick sits up and says hello. “What’s your safeword?”
“Tango,” Mark answers. He notices the way Elias’ interest piques with the handcuffs so he adds, “There are others in here too. Um, ankle cuffs, biceps and thighs as well. Just, um, in case you were wondering.”
“My safe’s ‘red’, just in case things go where I don’t want them to...” Elias passes the cuffs back. “How willing are you to model those cuffs right here and now?” He eases a hint of dominance into the words, making it more than a question. Just a little push to get them started.
“Very,” Mark answers, grinning. It’s been a very long time since someone’s really played with his exhibitionist side, and his cock gives a little twitch at the idea.
Well, that’s promising. “Shirt off first.”
Mark’s grin gets even bigger. “Yes, Sir,” he says, standing to pull his t-shirt up over his head. He drops it on top of his gym bag, then stands and waits for further instructions.
Damn. Elias licks his lips. “I want the cuffs on, hands chained in front of you.”
Crossing his arms in front of him, Mark waits for Elias to put the cuffs on. When Elias just keeps watching him, he flushes, realising the man had given him back the cuffs for a reason. He uncrosses his arms, picks up the cuffs and starts fiddling with them. Getting one on is no problem, although the second one takes a minute or two. Finally, though, he manages, and stands, hands cuffed, looking just a little pleased with himself.
The corner of Elias’ mouth twitches. “Good.” Yes, it was a test, but one with no wrong answer. Merely a way to assess where the boy is. He reaches up, tweaks a nipple roughly. “I’m of a mind to bend you over right here and beat the hell out of your ass....”
“It’s been a while, Sir. I would be more than happy to oblige,” Mark answers, pretty sure the gleam in his eye is giving away just how much he really wants this.
Exhibitionist slut. Just a few more things to confirm, since he’s not had the chance to read through Mark’s checklist. “Is namecalling good while I beat you and do you have any restrictions on coming?” Elias asks, pulling his room key out of his pocket and waving a server over.
“The namecalling is very dependent on what it is, Sir. I don’t object to being called a slut - I am, after all - but names that are designed to pull me down fall under humiliation and that’s a big no. As for coming, no restrictions, no, although Sir has trained me to wait for permission, so unless we’ve negotiated otherwise ahead of time, I’ll do that.”
“I’d prefer to give you permission to come,” Elias answers easily. “Hold on.”
Turning to the server he gives the key, room number and a few soft instructions before returning his attention to Mark. “So don’t come until I say, and I’ll skip names beyond calling you boy, just to be safe. Now get your fucking clothes off and give me a look at you, right?”
Getting the rest of his clothes off isn’t easy with the cuffs on, but with some wiggling and contorting, and praising his dancer’s flexibility the whole way, Mark finally manages to shed shoes and jeans.
Elias is praising that flexibility too, for different reasons. Shit, if the boy is gorgeous just standing around, he’s absolutely stunning in motion. This is going to be GOOD. Elias can’t quite school the eager, pleased expression off his face as he twirls his finger in air, indicating that Mark needs to turn and let Elias look at him from every angle.
Mark knows that look - he’s seen it before, most often from Rob. He does a nice slow twirl, letting Elias get a good look, coming to a stop facing the man again, eyes downcast.
Whoo. That’s just.... Mmmm. Elias flicks his tongue over his lower lip. “Turn around the other way,” he says sotto voce. Clears his throat. “Hands on the bar.”
Oh, that voice is lovely. Mark does as he’s told, cuffed hands resting on the bar, his legs spread just a little, head down. Waiting.
The position and the posture is perfect. Elias still adjusts Mark slightly. I’m in control. Firmly, he pats Mark’s his hip before sliding his hand around to tap him on the ass. “I don’t feel patient enough to wait for my bag tonight. We’ll start with my hand, warm you up that way, huh....”
Mark moves easily with the adjustment, enjoying the feel of Elias’ hand on his body. It’s then that he realises he’s forgotten an important step. “Um, Sir?”
“Mmmmhmm?” Elias pauses, hand curling around the curve of Mark’s butt.
“Um, sorry, but before we start? Could you, um, kiss me?” Mark asks. “It settles me down, gives me the touch I need so I can stay centred in the scene. If you wouldn’t mind?”
Some guys just don’t do kissing. Being with Henry all these years has taught Elias to dig it, though it’s not something he necessarily seeks out. But being asked, and asked so sweetly? “I can do that for you,” Elias answers softly, trailing his fingertips up Mark’s spine as he steps around to stand at Mark’s side. Hand threading into Mark’s hair, he keeps the boy in position even as he urges him to turn his head.
Bending, Elias licks over Mark’s lips. “Ask again.”
The way Elias touches him sends shivers up Mark’s spine, and he has to clear his throat before he can try again. “Please, Sir, may I have a kiss before we start?”
Mark’s mouth is soft, pliant, parting invitation. Elias groans in the back of his throat, a low rumbling purr as he licks and nibbles at the boy’s lips. His fingers knead at the nape of Mark’s neck and he deepens the kiss.
Mark opens to Elias, eyes closed, taking in the way Elias feels, the way he smells, the taste of him. He needs this, needs all his senses involved before he can really relax into being with a new partner. For this moment there’s nobody else in the bar - it’s just the two of them and the way they make each other feel.
Teeth catching and tug at Mark’s bottom lip, Elias ends the kiss. “Better?” He murmurs the question, licking along the line of his jaw, tongue rasping over stubble.
Mark blinks a couple of times, tongue coming out to lick over his lips, to taste Elias there. He nods, a little hazy. "Yeah. Better. Much better. Thank you, Sir."
“You are very welcome,” Elias nibbles at the shell of Mark’s ear, tongue tracing down to the lobe, along Mark’s shoulder. The boy tastes fantastic, a hint of sweat and need already flavoring his skin. Elias groans, licking a stripe down his spine, stopping to swirl his tongue down the cleft of his ass.
“Fuck,” Mark groans, head dropping forward. He’s aware again of the other people in the bar, knows that at least some will be watching this, and that knowledge sends an extra frisson of anticipation skittering along his spine. “Feels so good, Sir.”
They’ve not even started yet. Elias bites down, right at the top of one cheek and not quite hard enough to leave teeth indents. Standing, he rakes the blunt of his nails down the spit slick path his tongue had just followed. Positions himself and drops the first swat. The blow registers up Elias’ arm, hard enough that his palm stings and just enough to give Mark a bit of a burn. Ideal for a warm up.
The teeth and the nails are small simple not-quite pains, but that first strike is a different story. Mark cries out, bracing his arms to keep his body from moving too far away from Elias, then settling himself down again to wait for, hopefully, another.
Ahhh. That sound. Perfect honesty. It sends a delicious spark shivering through Elias. Another follows the first swat and another soon after that. Just enough pause in between to let them both appreciate it, the delivery spread out evenly over Mark’s absolutely gorgeous bottom.
Mark cries out again with each stroke, loving the way the pain builds. He knows his ass must be bright red by now, judging by the heat emanating from it, and he has a picture in his mind’s eye of how that must look to Elias and anyone else paying attention.
Just a few more strikes and Mark’s ass is glowing. Perfect. Good timing too as the staff member Elias had sent to his room returns. One hand on Mark’s back and shoulders, petting and maintaining connection, Elias thanks her and takes the key and bag. He bends down, brushing a kiss over Mark’s shoulder and makes eye contact. “Feeling good? Ready for more?” He pockets the key and sets his bag on the barstool at Mark’s side where the boy can see.
“Feels really good, yeah,” Mark nods, unable to keep his eyes off the bag. Elias is doing everything just right as far as Mark’s concerned - the spanking, the way he keeps touching Mark, and now a tease that focuses his attention away from his ass. He licks his lips and concentrates on meeting Elias’ eyes. “Really good, thank you, Sir.”
“Good boy.” Elias unzips the side pocket and pulls out the smaller of his two floggers, chains noisily slipping from from the ice pack they’ve been tucked into. “Think you’re up for more?” He asks, flicking his wrist to untangle the lengths of beaded stainless steel chain.
Mark’s eyes widen when he sees that flogger. “I am, yeah, thank you Sir,” he nods, even as he eyes the instrument warily. Floggers are his favourite things but this one looks wicked.
“I won’t break skin,” Elias says. “It can, but I won’t.” He trails the cold metal falls over Mark’s shoulders. “It will bruise though.”
Mark shivers, as much from the promise of bruising as from the cold of the metal. “Bruising’s, yeah, good,” he says.
“Right,” Elias gives him a nod and twists his wrist to dance the flogger over Mark’s back. Tapping the ends of the falls lightly in a random pattern that makes the chain rattle. “Do I need to remind you not to tense?”
Mark shakes his head no, setting his arms against the bar again and rolling his shoulders. He takes a couple of deep breaths and lets his head drop, waiting.
With a flogger like this, it’s not necessary to put much arm behind the swing to make it count. The warm up is simply motion, just enough momentum to land the falls where Elias wants them. The chain clatters against Mark’s skin, bouncing and spraying back at crazy angles. There’s enough noise and flash to the blow that most of the bar stops and takes notice.
It’s different, this flogger, from any Mark has felt before. Even in the warm up there’s a sense that this is going to hurt. Might even make him scream. He smiles to himself. Oh, this is going to be good!
A few more like that, to accustom Mark to the feel and the sound of the chain and Elias opens up a little. More momentum keeps the falls from tangling so much, allows Elias to carry through as the chain swipes Mark’s ass. He flicks his wrist to bring it back around in a figure-eight and repeats the motion on the other side, then follows through to begin again.
The flogger isn’t as noisy this way, the strike against Mark’s skin more solid. It’s gorgeous to watch, Elias knows; he’d seen a dom using the flogger in New York and had been mesmerized by the way the steel beads had caught the light. He’s sure they have an appreciative audience tonight too, but he’s not looking. All of his focus is on the boy bent over and taking pain for him.
“Mm, fuck,” Mark murmurs, letting the build up of pain wash over him. It feels incredible, the beads stinging in a way a leather flogger doesn’t... like pinpricks almost. Well, pinpricks with some serious bite. Even as early in the scene as this is, he can feel his brain starting to fuzz at the edges.
Elias watches, waits for Mark’s skin to color a little more before he slows the pace. More force behind each blow now, gathering the chains loosely in his hand to guide them in precise strikes over the meat of Mark’s ass and upper thighs. He leaves time to process between, a delicious pause before bringing the flogger down again.
“Oh!” Mark cries out when the first of those blows lands, each steel bead leaving its own bite on his skin. Every strike brings a similar cry, the pauses in between giving him time to really sink into the pain. The fog is closing in now, and he knows it won’t be long before he’s floating in it.
Some submissives are harder to read than others, making it more difficult for the top running the scene. Mark isn’t hard to read at all, his responsiveness and body language easy to gauge. Elias keeps the flow steady, continuing at the same space until the headspace has completely claimed Mark.
Mouth open, unintelligible sounds falling from it in reaction to the strikes, Mark has completely surrendered to the white noise. Nothing matters any more - not the people watching, not how he’s feeling - except the flogger on his skin and the awareness of Elias behind it.
Elias speaks to him softly, coaxing words, “that’s it,” and “yes” and “good boy” easing Mark deeper. Intensifying the power of his swing, Elias gradually puts more into each throw until Mark is sure to bruise. The skin over his ass is brilliant red, glowing and hot. Beautiful. And rapidly approaching too much. Mark twitches, only slightly and Elias pulls back before the next blow really can connect. A barely there brush of the flogger tips that he repeats a half dozen times before stopping completely.
Mark’s a long way down, so far it takes a while before he realizes that the pain is staying constant rather than continuing to build. The gentle touches on his skin, the murmurs of praise from Elias, are all incorporated into the haze, along with a growing ache in his groin.
Elias has put the flogger away, careful to maintain some sort of contact with Mark - no good to let him feel abandoned when he’s this far under - has signaled the barkeep for bottles of water and has one uncapped before Mark gives any indication that there might be some sort of attempt at cerebral activity going on behind those pretty eyes.
“Hey,” Elias smiles, rubbing a shoulder as the boy blinks glassily at him. “I’m going to help you stand up.” As thrilling as it was to bend Mark over the bar and beat the fuck out of him in front of an audience, now Elias is a little bit regretful as he has to make do with the logistics.
Mark’s not really processing speech at the moment, but he can feel the hand on him and sort of focus on Elias’ smile. He knows Elias is saying something to him and he gets the word ‘help’ so he nods. Whatever else Elias wants, Mark is certainly going to need some help with it.
Glassy-eyed compliance. Fuck, but deep subspace is the sexiest thing in the universe. Elias talks to Mark as he gets him to let go of the bar and straighten, all soothing words and gentle touches. It’s like some sort of switch gets flipped at this part of the scene, a compulsion triggered by his partner’s dependence. Elias hasn’t ever given it too much thought. He just acts on it.
Mark feels good in his arms, skin hot and slick with sweat. Elias nuzzles at his throat, turning to prop himself with the bar to his back, right arm free and left wrapped around Mark, pulling him to lean against Elias’ chest.
“That’s a good boy,” the words are murmured into Mark’s ear. “So good. Now take a drink for me, right...” Elias tugs at a shoulder to reposition him and tips the bottle against Mark’s mouth.
The words ‘good boy’ register and Mark smiles, “Good,” he repeats, nodding before taking a drink of water. “S’all good.”
It is all good. Very good. Elias’ smile is hidden by the damp strands of Mark’s hair. Elias presses a kiss there, into the heat of the boy’s scalp. He gets his own bottle of water open. Takes a long drink. “Could be better,” he offers in a low voice, setting the water bottle aside so both hands can touch, fingers skimming up and down Mark’s chest.
“Mmm?” Mark’s not sure what Elias means, but he’s sure the man will share soon enough. Until then he just enjoys the feel of a strong arm around him and a solid body supporting him.
Mark is warm and pliant and relaxed just perfectly against Elias as he leans into the bar. It’s so easy to let his hand slide down, fingertips lightly tracing over the length of his cock. “Better,” Elias explains, cupping Mark’s shaft firmly.
Mark’s eyes close and he sighs happily at the touch. “Better,” he nods, hips rocking him into Elias’ hand. “Yeah. Better’s good.”
“Isn’t it though?” Elias chuckles, nibbling at Mark’s ear. “And you’ve got half the bar watching me making you feel better.” He gives a twisting stroke, root to tip.
That gets Mark to open his eyes, a little moan escaping as he takes in the faces of people watching. “That’s good,” he nods. “Like that.” And if it’s unclear whether he’s talking about the stroking or the voyeurs, well, he’s not entirely sure himself.
Mark’s hips hitch at the next pull of Elias’ hand. Elias makes a soft encouraging sound in the back of his throat, “That’s it. Fuck my hand, boy.”
Mark nods his head against Elias’ body, hips moving slowly at first and then speeding up as the sensation builds, pushing him into that teasing hand.
Gorgeous. Elias watches the play of Mark’s muscles as he moves, breath caught and held, cock pounding, hot and heavy behind his zip. It wasn’t any exaggeration. Half the room is watching. And how could they not? Mark looks amazing. “Good boy,” Elias praises, kissing and nuzzling at the boy’s shoulder, his throat.
Warming to the praise, Mark’s whole body writhes against Elias. He reaches up to touch the older man’s face, forgetting that his hands are still cuffed together. Elias snags the cuffs, dragging Mark’s hands up, brushing a kiss over a knuckle before looping the cuffs behind his own neck.
Now Mark is truly on display, every inch of him stretched out for everyone to see. “Don’t stop moving, boy.” Elias gives his cock an encouraging squeeze.”Show everyone what a horny slut you are.”
“Mm, fuck yes,” Mark moans, loving the position, not only the stretch in his arms and abs but more the knowledge that the whole bar can see how greedy he is for this.
Greedy. Wanton. And bendy. Fuck. Elias shivers, tightening his grip to give Mark the most friction possible. Mark’s hips stutter, the rhythm broken by a rough shudder. “That’s it. Fuck my hand.”
Mark turns his head, rubbing his cheek against Elias when he nods. His hips start to roll faster, harder, driving his hard cock into that hand until he’s not sure he can take much more. “Please,” he gasps.
Even before the plea is out, Elias can tell Mark’s on the edge. His prick is pulsing, the tip flushed and leaking precome like crazy; Elias’ hand is sticky with it. Still, he makes Mark wait. Just a bit longer. “Please what, boy?”
“Please. Sir. please let me come. Come for you, Sir, please,” Mark begs, hanging on to both Elias and his own self-control for dear life.
It’s more than Elias had expected from Mark. He smiles into the boy’s hair. “They’re watching you. Open your eyes and watch them watching you come. Come all over my hand. Do it.”
Elias would have no way of knowing this but he’s just used the same phrase Rob uses when he gives Mark permission to come, and Mark’s reaction is immediate. He doesn’t even have time to acknowledge the order before his orgasm overtakes him and he’s coming hard, vision blanking out for a moment.
Fucking gorgeous. Mark’s arms tighten around Elias’ neck, body tight and trembling as his cock pulses again and again. He sags a little, finally, breath coming in starts and stops, ragged. Elias cuddles him close, petting. “Shhhh. Such a good good boy, so good....”
The praise washes over him, settling him into the warmth of Elias’ body behind him. “Thank you, Sir,” he murmurs, arching his neck to nuzzle at Elias. “ ‘t was awesome.”
“You are,” Elias chuckles, letting himself be guided into a kiss. No arguments there, not when Mark’s mouth feels so good.
Mark sighs happily into the kiss, his bound hands reaching up for Elias’ hair, wanting to stroke. He’s starting to feel the pain from the flogger more now but he doesn’t really care, enjoying the intimacy of the moment and forgetting that anyone is watching them at all.
“Mmmmm,” Elias purrs, nibbles lightly at the pout of Mark’s bottom lip. Gently, he eases a hand up Mark’s arms, looping them back over his head to the front. Mark melts a little bit more into him and Elias chuckles, breaking the kiss. “Think you can walk a few steps to a couch, boy?” Melty Mark would be much more enjoyable seated in his lap.
“Mm hmm,” Mark nods, letting the strength of Elias’ body support and warm him. He becomes aware of something poking at him, and reaches a hand up to Elias’ face. “You,” he says. “Need to take care of you. Too.”
One of the good things about age. It makes the need less incessant. Though, Elias definitely isn’t oblivious. Especially not with the way Mark is rubbing against him now. “On the couch, then,” Elias kisses at Mark’s fingers, tongue flicking out to taste. He isn’t quite the exhibitionist Mark is and can get off fine without the audience.
Staying wrapped around Elias, Mark moves with him to the indicated couch. He’s still more than a little fuzzy around the edges, so instead of plopping himself on Elias’ lap, as he would normally, he stands, waiting for instructions.
Elias takes a seat, motioning to a server to bring his bag over as he decides how he’d prefer Mark. “You good for kneeling or?”
“I can kneel, Sir, yes,” Mark smiles, slipping to his knees at Elias’ feet. He settles not entirely comfortably - the bruises forming on his ass pulling at him, the chain linking his cuffed wrists a little awkward- and nuzzles at Elias’ leg.
Damn that feels nice. Elias’ lashes flutter but he doesn’t shut his eyes. Mark looks too good and Elias doesn’t want to miss out. “You know what I’d like...” Elias says, fingers stroking Mark’s short soft hair, “your mouth, boy.”
Nuzzling again, Mark nods. He shifts so he’s centered between Elias’ knees, looking up at him. “May I use my hands, Sir?”
“You may,” Elias nods, eyes glittering as a shiver of lust dances up his spine.
“Thank you,” Mark smiles. The cuffs aren’t in the way at all, his hands make swift work of opening Elias’ pants, freeing his erection. He leans in, nosing at the shaft and then down to Elias’ balls, taking in the smell of him. He loves that, the first whiff of a new partner’s balls. Always has. That accomplished he licks a long slow stripe up the length of Elias’ cock, finishing up with swiping his tongue across the head.
Head canted to the side, Elias watches. Moans as Mark’s tongue sets his nerves to tingling. “Yesssss.”
That is a very good sound. Mark smiles up at Elias then sets to with a will, taking Elias into his mouth, lips tight around his shaft, head bobbing.
Mark’s mouth is fantastic, hot slick friction in all the right places. His tongue caresses and coaxes, sending a shiver dancing around Elias’ balls. Grunting, he lifts up, ever so slightly thrusting into the wet suction but not so much as to throw off Mark’s natural rhythm.
Mark adjusts automatically when Elias begins to thrust, not letting up at all. Mouth forming a tight seal, he sucks for all he’s worth before pulling off almost all the way. With just the tip of Elias’ cock in his mouth he swirls his tongue around the tip, then opens his throat and takes Elias in as deep as he can.
The back of Mark’s throat caresses the glans of Elias’ prick just right. “Uhnfuck...just. like that.” Mark keeps it up, that perfect amount of pressure, a velvety massage that coaxes a spasm from Elias’ prick. “Damn.” He eases back, just a little, wrapping his hand around the base of his shaft and wanking into Mark’s mouth.
The taste of precome filling his mouth, Mark continues to maintain the friction on the cock in his mouth. Elias’ knuckles nudge his jaw on each stroke of his hand, making the whole experience more intense. He groans, knowing Elias will feel the vibrations.
“Fuck.” It’s more a growl than anything as the orgasm uncoils, starting at the base of his spine. Elias shudders, and the growl strangles to a whisper as he comes, pulse after pulse slick across Mark’s tongue.
Mark swallows as fast as he can, the taste of come making him moan in pleasure. When he’s sure Elias is finished he pulls back, licking the other man clean.
Soon the glide of Mark’s tongue is too much, any touch is too much. Too sensitive. “Mmmm. Yeah...don’t...” Elias’ lashes flutter, his fingers curling, hand cupping the back of Mark’s skull to encourage him. Don’t stop. The tiny flicker of discomfort slithering through Elias’ gut making the afterglow that much brighter.
When Mark hears the ‘don’t’ his first thought is that Elias has had enough, but the hand on the back of his head belies that, so he keeps licking. Gentle little licks, getting every last drop of come off the man’s cock, eyes closing with satisfaction.
Elias’ eyes are shut tight, as well, when he finally lets the boy up. “Shit,” he exhales, breathless, boneless. Grinning, he looks down at Mark through the fringe of his lashes and tugs at his shoulder, “Come up here, eh?”
Mark smiles happily and scrambles into Elias’ lap, arms going around the man’s neck. He tucks his head into the crook of Elias’ neck, letting the other man’s scent fill his nostrils.
It’s the connection Elias was looking for - aftercare via cuddle. “Good boy,” he murmurs, nudging Mark into a position that isn’t squashing anything that won’t appreciate it. Gently, he uncuffs Mark’s wrists. Some helpful Establishment staff member had set his bag on the couch next to him (probably mid-mindblowing-blowjob when Elias hadn’t been exactly conscious of anything beyond the magic of Mark’s mouth). He lays the chain and cuffs on top; it’s easier to reach than Mark’s bag on the other end of the couch. Their water bottles are both tucked into the top of Elias’ bag and he pulls one out, opening it and taking a sip -not sure if it’s his or Mark’s but no matter, considering.
Another sip and Elias nudges Mark. “Thirsty?” Holds the bottle out.
“Yeah, thanks,” Mark says, taking the bottle and tipping it into his mouth. “Worked up a thirst,” he grins.
“You think?” Elias grins back, hand skimming up Mark’s back. “You feel a little chilly,” he notes. “You want a blanket or your clothes?” He indicates the pile of folded clothing under Mark’s bag, though he’d just as soon get a blanket from the staff and wrap Mark in that.
“Blanket would be good, yeah,” Mark says, adding, “unless you have to go. Then I’ll just get dressed and maybe head home.”
“I have a lapful of Mark Ballas, my pants are still unzipped, and I think my knees are still a little unsteady - I can’t imagine where I’d have to go that would trump this,” Elias teases softly, waving to get the attention of a waitress and asking for a blanket.
Mark laughs. “Okay, well, now you’ve done it - I’m as much a cuddleslut as I am a pain one.” Matching actions to words he relaxes into Elias, kissing his jaw, arms going comfortably around the other man. Really, this has been an excellent day and he’s in no hurry for it to end.
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