The bathroom glowed dim, golden sconces and moonlight from a narrow window lit the steam curling over marble tiles. Elias leaned against the wall, legs trembled, breath shallow, skin burned for more, sanity barely held together.
Marcus stepped in behind, calm, silent, he let the hot water soak them, washed away the mess but not the tension. His hand trailed up on Elias's spine, slow, deliberate.
"You're not done," Marcus murmured, lips close to Elias's ear, voice thick, and dark. "And I'm not done with you."
Elias shivered, his cock twitched in response.
Marcus's arms wrapped around Elias's waist, pulled him back against his chest, solid, with radiating control.
"You wanted this," Marcus whispered, kissing Elias's neck, slow, purposeful. "You followed me. Provoked me. So take it."
He lifted Elias, and easily pinned him to the cold marble wall, while the water streamed between their bodies. Elias gasped, and Marcus caught his lips, kissed him hard, their tongues clashed, devoured, and owned.
"You don't run now," Marcus growled, bit Elias's lip, kissed deeper, bruising. "You wanted worship?"
His hand slid down, gripped Elias's cock, stroked slowly, and felt it pulse. "Worship me back," he said, voice rough.
Elias moaned, his hips bucked into Marcus's hand, cock throbbed, precum slicked his fingers. Marcus pressed him harder against the wall, their cocks brushed, heat sparked.
The glass fogged fast as Marcus pushed Elias against it, and the cold pane kissed his flushed skin. Elias's breath hitched, fogged the glass with every pant. Marcus stood tall, his posture composed, intent unraveled, and steam cloaked them.
"Look at yourself," Marcus whispered, breath cool against Elias's ear. "Right there."
Elias opened his eyes, saw a blur of flesh, want, slick skin, lips parted in hunger through the fog. His cock ached, pressed against the glass.
"You asked for this," Marcus said, voice low. "Every touch, every moan, you begged."
Marcus moved, slowly, calculated, thrust his hips, and his cock slid against Elias's ass, so deep it made him claw the glass. Elias moaned, as his forehead pressed to the pane, and his cheek fogged it more. The hot water from the shower slapped their skins. Marcus grunted, low, raw, and then claimed him.
"Worshipped," Marcus growled. "You wanted it. Now feel the sacrifice."
His hand stroked Elias's cock, faster, in time with his thrusts, dragged Elias between pain and pleasure, as his body twitched, and were helpless.
"Marcus-" Elias gasped.
"Say it," Marcus said, he thrust harder, and his cock grazed Elias's prostate.
"Please…" Elias whined, his voice broke.
"Say it," Marcus snapped, as his hand tightened on Elias's cock.
"You own me," Elias moaned, his voice now hoarse.
The fog burst with Elias's climax, spilled over Marcus's hand, smeared prints on the glass, while his broken whimpers echoed.
Marcus groaned, as his cock pulsed, and spilled against Elias's ass, and then, silence followed like worship's end.
Elias collapsed on the bed, half-covered, breath steadied, thought it was over, thought Marcus let him off after the shower.
Wrong.
The door creaked, Marcus entered, shirt off, towel around his neck, dried his hair.
"You followed me," he said, eyes heavy.
Elias smirked, played cool. "Curious."
"That curiosity nearly got you punished," Marcus said, stepping closer.
"Nearly?" Elias teased, leaned back.
Marcus's eyes darkened, pulled the sheets off, slowly, controlled. "I didn't say I wouldn't," he said, voice low. "Just nearly."
Elias opened his mouth, but Marcus knelt between his legs, no worship now, just heat.
"Tonight, you learn what provoking me means," Marcus said, he brushed his lips on Elias's thigh, hot and deliberate.
Elias's cock stirred immediately, hardened. As Marcus's hands spread Elias's legs, and pinned them.
"You think you're done?" Marcus said, licked a slow line up Elias's cock that made him gasp. "Not until I say."
"Fuck, Marcus," Elias panted, hands gripped the sheets.
Marcus started sucking it slowly, took Elias's cock deep, tongue swirled the head as precum beaded.
"You teased me for years," Marcus said, pulling off, his voice rough. "Now you pay."
Elias moaned, his hips bucked involuntarily, while Marcus's hands held him down, and sucked him harder, relentlessly.
"Please," Elias gasped, voice wrecked.
"Not yet," Marcus said, nibbled the tip, to drag it out. "Beg louder."
Elias cried out, "Marcus!" his body shook, his cock throbbed, his cum spilled in Marcus's mouth, hot, and raw. Marcus swallowed it all, to the very last drop. Then he stood up, wiped his lips, and smirked.
"You're mine," Marcus said, leaned down, kissed Elias hard, tongues tangled, salt and heat.
"Yours," Elias whispered, dizzy, collapsed back, heart raced.
"Sleep," Marcus said, pulling the sheet over him. "You'll need it."