Play Along by Mathilde Watson Page B

Face to face. I need to see you, and it won't be so scary for you if you can see what's happening. Okay, baby?"
    Chance nodded frantically, too choked up to reply. He forced his eyes shut, clutching Mark's shoulders and squeezing with his thighs, holding on. Mark kissed him, peppering his face and hair with kisses, massaging his chest and sides.
    "Okay, baby, you got me. I'm not going anywhere." Under his soothing attention Chance relaxed his grip, letting his legs falling open. He carded his fingers through Mark's hair, pulling him close for a proper kiss.
    Mark opened for him, letting their tongues tangle together, letting the tension ease from both their bodies. When they came up for air Chance opened his eyes again, finding Mark's eyes dreamy and filled with passion again instead of worry.
    Mark settled his weight onto one elbow, his hand warm against Chance's ribs while the other skated a sensuous path across Chance's chest, down his stomach and between his legs, pausing briefly to squeeze and roll his balls before slipping between his butt cheeks.
    "Yes!" Chance hissed, pulling one leg back and grabbing his thigh, opening himself for Mark's exploration. Mark smiled and echoed him with his own breathy "yes" before pressing two fingers inside him again.
    Mark leaned down, taking one of Chance's nipples into his mouth. He sucked in a slow, steady rhythm, matching the pace of his fingers. Chance could only gasp in response, tangling his fingers in Mark's hair and holding on. Every tug on his nipple made his cock jump, and the burn in his ass had morphed from pain into pleasure.
    Looking for more, Chance tilted his hips, rocking onto Mark's fingers. Out of nowhere, a sudden wave of intense pleasure washed over him. "Oh, shit! Oh my God, Mark! Oh God, Oh God… Mark. Shit, Mark!" Chance writhed on the bed as Mark continued to push against that same spot inside of him. The urgency of it had Chance leaking pre-come onto his belly, the sticky liquid pooling in the crease between his leg and groin.
    "Oh, yeah, there it is." Mark lifted his head from Chance's chest and grinned, watching his face. Chance's balls drew up close to his body, and he felt another climax building just from Mark stretching him.
    Before Chance could lose it completely, Mark pulled his fingers away, massaging the trembling muscles on Chance's thigh. "Mark!" Chance sobbed, unable to hold back with his entire body shaking with need. Now it was his turn to whimper with the frustration of a denied climax, his arousal painful and his need more acute than he could ever remember.
    Mark reached across the bed, grabbing an extra pillow. "Lift up your hips for me."
    Chance complied, feeling ridiculous and trying not to laugh at the position he found himself in. The mirth disappeared, replaced by wanton lust when Mark pressed pushed three slick fingers into him, twisting them slowly and pumping in and out a few more times.
    Pulling his fingers free again, Mark drizzled lube into his open palm and quickly coated his covered cock. "Remember, you tell me if you want me to stop, all right? For any reason. You just say the word, and I'll stop."
    Mark waited for Chance to nod before reaching between their bodies and positioning himself at Chance's opening. He settled his weight onto both arms, bracing them on either side of Chance's body. Chance grabbed those strong arms, tensing as he felt Mark's sex pressing against him.
    "Relax, baby," Mark urged, bending forward to brush his mouth against Chance's in a reassuring kiss. "Push out and breathe," he whispered. "Breathe."
    Chance pushed out, and he felt the head of Mark's cock slip past the ring of muscle and into him. Digging his fingers into Mark's arms, he struggled to relax, his ass tightening and releasing around Mark spasmodically. The intrusion felt strange, unfamiliar, and slightly painful. Chance closed his eyes, trying to calm down and enjoy the new experience.
    Mark didn't move, didn't try to push for more or pull