“You imply it, don’t you?” He’s again to whispering, his hand not on the doorframe now. It finds a doorknob and turns it, and we aren’t outdoors a bed room. It’s the lavatory Jack promised, lined with what he’d known as sex-lair candles. There are such a lot of of them, however I solely mild one as Marc says, “You really imply it,” and that single flickering flame exhibits what the darkish has hidden.

Marc’s eyes do glisten. They’re additionally red-rimmed with emotion, with overwhelming tiredness that’s banked daily that we’ve spent on this metropolis.

I begin to again out. “Let’s discover you a mattress.”

“No.” He scrubs his face. “I need to wash this week off.”

It hasn’t fairly been every week but, and we’ve each snatched hospital showers, however I do know what he means. Sloughing off these garments seems like shedding a dirty layer, and as soon as the bathtub is working, I lean over it to crack open the window, night time air a cool distinction to humid steam. “Heat sufficient?”

Marc assessments the water, nodding. Then he sheds his garments too. They pile subsequent to the bathtub, getting moist after he makes a request. “Get in with me?”

Water nearly spills over the aspect once I settle again in a shower that will need to have been constructed for giant males like me. Marc’s construct is slimmer, like Rex’s, however he isn’t who fills my head. That house belongs to Marc, who kneels between my unfold knees to mild extra candles. He additionally opens a bottle and sniffs earlier than pouring a stream of liquid that doesn’t froth when he swishes. Bathtub oil floats in puddles, lacing the air with a scent that needs to be costly—someway sharp and comfortable on the similar time—and that describes who I watch lean over the aspect of the bathtub to dig in a pocket of the trousers he discarded.

Marc’s all man, wiry, muscled, and moist, however he’s comfortable too, or his face is, as soon as he’s checked his brother’s progress. Then he reaches as much as put his cellphone on the windowsill, and nearly slips.

I don’t let him.

I pull him in opposition to me as a substitute, his again to my chest so he can’t slip once more, and he twists to kiss me, our mouths barely assembly. Water splashes as Marc shifts in opposition to me, and I used to be unsuitable about him and softness. He’s all sharp elbows and battle till our mouths slot collectively.

My maintain slips from his chest to his pelvis, the place he begins to harden. I do too, my cock trapped in opposition to the cleft of his arse as I wrap my fingers round him.

I barely stroke him off to start out with, my proper hand not numb now however nonetheless tingling. Or possibly that’s the impact Marc has on me. Each a part of me stutters like his breaths do, puffing in opposition to my lips as his cock slowly however steadily companies, our kiss breaking off when he lets out a low groan that echoes.

He’s quiet then, too quiet, the slap of my fist and splash of water the one noises, and if there’s a metropolis outdoors the window, I don’t hear it. I’m tuned into Marc, into this man who holds his breath till I say, “Breathe. We’ve bought all night time.”

We’re linked once more then—our mouths meet, tongues sliding collectively like Marc slides in opposition to me, shifting, extra water splashing, and we’re chest-to-chest, my legs round him, locking us collectively.

That’s what I’d do, if I bought my approach. I’d lock him someplace he solely bought to really feel good, however that is Marc, so I do know that’s pointless. He’s his personal man, one who levers himself up, no signal of treasured steel now his hair’s moist, however he’s nonetheless treasured to me, right here or at residence, and possibly candlelight is sufficient for him to see me suppose that.

“Love you too,” he says plain and easy, adopted by one thing I haven’t seen in ages.

Marc smiles.

I don’t see exhaustion on him. I can’t spot any concern or fear. I solely see that he means it—that he’s right here with me on this second. That he’s my associate on this bubble fabricated from favours, fabulous scent, and the sunshine forged by candles.

I’m so filled with feeling that my chest seizes, and it’s Marc’s flip to order, “Breathe, Stef,” whereas nonetheless smiling.

My lungs fill. I heave in one other big breath and the water heaves too, Marc sliding away, a slippery fish I can’t grasp. He’s up and out of the bathtub, his physique shining, rippled with sparkles of gold whereas rooting by way of a toilet cupboard, and I do know I’m a bore in relation to judging magnificence, however he’s by no means regarded higher to me than when he bends over to root by way of one other.

I’m a giant man, however you realize I can transfer quick once I must—the lavatory ground is awash, and my knees may complain about hitting the tile later, but when anybody’s used to aches and bruises, it’s this Luxton. Plus I don’t have the capability to register ache, not once I’m busy getting grateful at having two working palms to carry his arse cheeks and squeeze them.

I have to ask him, “Sure?” as a result of Marc’s reply is one other echo.

His fuck, sure rings out, adopted by one thing decrease, and I believed I’d heard groans from him earlier than however this one’s nearly subvocal. I really feel it, or possibly that’s simply his shudder at my mouth on the place I need him open. Maybe it’s my beard that prompts his shaking, or the spear of my tongue, comfortable first then demanding, that provokes a spasm. He tightens earlier than giving, then quakes at me pushing in a finger that I make as slick with spit as I can. I need to slide it deeper, sooner, to get all of me inside him and keep there, however I decelerate, my ingress gradual and cautious.

Thick knuckles, keep in mind?

Taking it slowly nearly kills me. I’ve to grip my cock on the base, however that’s an excellent reminder that I need Marc to take pleasure in it, not really feel ache after witnessing a lot of it. I’ll take on a regular basis on the earth to get him prepared.

Marc shakes with every lick, with each moist kiss, with every inch of gradual progress till I attempt to shuffle nearer however find yourself slipping and lurching ahead.

Marc shouts then, and it’s an excellent sound, so I preserve going, discovering what feels superb for him, getting him so moist saliva drips from his balls. His cock is scorching and so onerous once I attain by way of his legs and grasp it, and I need my mouth on it too, so I make room, nudging his leg, and he will get the message.

He props a knee on the sting of the basin, so extremely open for me, however I bend deeper, getting the top of his cock in my mouth for a fleeting second, solely lengthy sufficient to style precome earlier than bottles rain from the sting of the sink, touchdown with a clatter.

I look as much as see one other cupboard is open, Marc looking, frantic, his subsequent sure low once more and guttural. It’s additionally triumphant.

He’s bought a condom. He’s additionally on his knees, rolling it on me, and I’ve had intercourse in softer locations, however Marc desires it proper right here, proper now, so I do it. I fuck him on marble ground tile, on towels, on our damp garments, and none of it’s mild.

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