Play Along by Mathilde Watson

sucking in a steady rhythm as his tongue danced in random patterns. His efforts paid off, and after a few moments Mark's hands gripped his hair tightly and held him while he thrust into his mouth. Chance stilled and hummed, allowing Mark to take what he wanted until the movements began to stutter and became jerky. At that point he pulled off and squeezed hard against the base of Mark's prick in an effort to hold off his orgasm. It was cruel, he knew, but he didn't want Mark to come yet, not like that. He had bigger plans.
    Chance pressed against Mark's hip to still his desperate movements. Mark's hands tugged softly at Chance's hair and his body sagged back against the wall before he let out a long groan of frustration.
    Chance had half expected him to protest, to force himself back into Chance's mouth and finish off the way he wanted to—the way Alex would have done. But no, Mark allowed Chance to take the lead, petting his hair soothingly while he gulped for air.
    Chance pressed a kiss against Mark's thigh and released his prick, digging into his back pocket for a condom. Catching the edge of the foil packet between his teeth, he tore it open. Mark stared down at him through heavy lids and Chance met and held his gaze, quickly working the condom onto Mark's straining erection.
    "I asked you to fuck me, remember?" Chance tugged at Mark's pants, pulling them down below his knees. "Off, please?"
    Mark laughed and smoothed his hand along Chance's cheek before nodding and lifting one foot. "Yeah, okay. Off." He allowed Chance to pull off the heavy boots and socks before stepping out of his pants legs.
    Chance sat back on his heels once the job was done and took in the glorious sight of Mark's nude body. A fine sheen of sweat glistened across his chest and belly, beading in his dark hairs and drawing attention to his undeniable masculinity. Chance leaned forward and swiped his tongue through the line running down from Mark's navel, following the treasure trail back down to his sheathed erection.
    Now that they were headed for the fucking Chance had been longing for, he felt nervous. Nuzzling the impressive organ between Mark's thighs, Chance tried to calm himself, nipping at Mark's pubic hairs and tugging gently, looking for any available distraction.
    Instead of putting things off, it seemed to fuel Mark's lust. In one quick move he hauled Chance onto his feet and pulled him flush against his body, taking his mouth in a fierce kiss, Mark's tongue pushing between his teeth while his hands slid into the back of his pants. Those hands squeezing his bare ass made Chance's head spin, and he nearly came again when Mark's strong fingers pushed between his cheeks and rubbed against his hole.
    Chance groaned and pushed away from Mark, needing to put space between them before he really embarrassed himself. He had to keep it together or he would never make it to the main event. Mark stood watching him, panting for breath, his entire body flushed and his eyes eager. Well, of course—unlike Chance, he hadn't come yet.
    Chance smiled shyly, trying to appear confident as he toed off his shoes and dug into his pocket again, fishing out a small bottle of lube. "Here, you know what to do with this, yeah?" He tossed the bottle over to Mark before pushing his pants and underwear down and off his legs. Naked, Chance turned away from Mark and crossed the room to the bed. He slowly crawled onto the center and positioning himself on all fours, hoping the move appeared seductive rather than scared.
    He must have pulled it off, because Mark joined him quickly, one warm hand on Chance's ass and his mouth on the small of Chance's back. "Damn, Chance! So eager, that's so sexy!" Mark mumbled against his back before snapping the cap on the lube open. The sound seemed loud as a shot to Chance's ears and he tensed, then grimaced, hoping the older man wouldn't notice his reaction.
    Mark squeezed one of his ass cheeks and rubbed a slick finger around his exposed