Marcus stepped forward, boots thudded on the wooden floor, echoed like a warning. The door shut behind Elias, clicked slow, deliberate, locked them in Marcus's secret world.
"You think you can handle this?" Marcus said, voice low, rough. "Your teasing games got you here?"
Elias didn't flinch, stood tall. "I led myself here," he said, eyes locked on Marcus's.
Marcus reached up, tilted Elias's chin, their faces inches apart, till their breath mixed. "No more desk games, no hallway touches," he said. "You want this? You'll learn what craving really means."
He circled Elias, slow, eyes raked over him, starved, not just hungry. He grabbed a black silk ribbon from a drawer, tied it around Elias's eyes, slowly, practiced.
"You came to provoke," Marcus whispered, lips brushed Elias's ear. "Now you surrender."
He flicked his wrist, tied Elias's hands behind him, gentle, not to hurt but just to hold. He guided Elias to a bench, sat him down, and knelt in front.
"You wanted my attention?" Marcus said, voice low, dark. "Watch me take mine."
His lips found Elias's skin, kissed slowly, burned through him, unraveled the boy who thought he held the strings.
Elias arched, lips parted, trembled under Marcus's hands, no longer in control.
Elias's breath caught, legs shook, chest heaved as Marcus dragged out every second. Blindfold stayed on, his skin flushed, his voice broke into gasps, pleas he couldn't finish.
"Still standing?" Marcus said, lips brushed a spot that made Elias squirm. "Not for long."
The chair creaked as Marcus guided Elias forward, bent him over the armrest, slow, and firm. One hand pressed his back, the other trailed kisses to his hip, ignored Elias's twitching muscles, and his desperate grip on the chair.
Elias whined, breathless, needed raw, pride gone in Marcus's low groans.
"This," Marcus whispered, lips on Elias's inner thigh, "is what you get for years of tempting me."
He licked, bitten, kissed, marked Elias, and consumed him. Elias cried out, his back arched, knees buckled, but Marcus caught him, and held him steady.
"Told you I'd take my time," Marcus said, he lifted Elias, and carried him bridal-style to a couch. He laid him down, brushed his damp hair from his forehead, and knelt again.
"You're not done," Marcus said, voice dark, hungry, thumb stroked Elias's trembling thigh, tender, warm.
"You thought I'd stop?" Marcus said, leaned in. "No, Elias. Now I devour you."
His tongue dragged slow, wet, over Elias's cock, made his breath catch, legs tried to close. Marcus's hands held him open, firm, possessive, his lips kissed Elias's cock, licked it, sucked soft at the base, and tasted him like something sacred.
"You can't run," Marcus whispered, voice muffled against skin. "Not after begging for this."
Elias moaned, louder, wrecked, fingers clawed at the couch.
Marcus sucked harder, licked, nibbled, tongue worked relentlessly, aimed to ruin Elias's pride, rewiring him with worship.
Elias sobbed a broken "Please," voice cracked.
"Not yet," Marcus said, his tongue kept its rhythm. "Scream my name."
Elias did, loud, raw, echoed like a prayer answered.
Elias collapsed, flushed, soaked, barely breathed, and thought it was over.
Wrong.
Marcus knelt between his legs, gaze hungry. "Thought that was it?" he said, voice rough. "I'm not done."
Elias blinked, dizzy, watched Marcus, calmly cracked with hunger.
"You think I'm finished?" Marcus said, smirked, voice thick. "No, Elias. I'm just starting."
His hand gripped his cock, stroked slowly, then hard, right in front of Elias, no shame, eyes locked on Elias's dazed stare.
"You wanted everything," Marcus said, voice low.
"Wanted to break me, see what's under the restraint."
Elias swallowed, couldn't look away, wouldn't, as Marcus stood raw, unfiltered.
"Keep watching," Marcus growled, hand pumped faster, bit back a grunt, neck arched, veins tight, sweat beaded on his temple.
Marcus started slapping his cock on Elias's face as he groaned in pleasure. Seeing how his cock lewdly flops on Elias's cheeks, to his lips.
"Feel that? That's the cock you've been provoking. Now feel it!" He kept doing it over and over till Elias stuck his tongue out. Meeting every slap, wanting to get a taste of it.
"You brat! Can't even stay still? Sticking that tongue out desperately?!" His cock hardened even more seeing Elias hungrily trying to get a taste of his cock. He wiped off his precum on his tongue giving him a taste.
"Fuck, Elias," he muttered, now, imagined him, started stroking himself, his cock throbbed. "You'd take it all," he hissed, his knuckles turned white from his grip.
Marcus locked eyes with Elias, climaxed, spilled over Elias's chest, a mess, a mark, a claim.
"Told you not to provoke me," Marcus whispered, voice thick. "Now you know."