Elias stood barefoot on the cold kitchen floor, a coffee mug trembled in his hand. His neck bore marks, kisses that lingered like brands. His hips ached, protesting each step. Sleep hadn't come, couldn't, not after last night's fire. Marcus strolled in, immaculate, shirt crisp, smug. Not a hair out of place.
"You look wrecked," Marcus said, poured his coffee, voice casual.
Elias grunted, winced as he reached for sugar, he didn't even bother to answer him. Marcus watched, amusement tilted his lips.
"Too much?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer. Elias side-eyed him.
"Too much? You knelt like a fucking priest, Marcus," he said, voice low. "Didn't stop till I begged. You knew exactly what you were doing." Marcus sipped his coffee, calm as ever.
"You begged so well," he said, smirking.
Elias's face flushed, heat surged. "Shut up," he muttered, gripping the mug tighter.
Marcus stepped close, fingers brushed Elias's back, slow, deliberate. "Next time," he murmured, voice dark, "don't provoke the man who can make worship hurt."
Elias's cock twitched, breath caught, but he held Marcus's gaze. "You're all talk," he said, smirked back. "I'll make you beg next."
Marcus's eyes darkened while he leaned closer. "Careful, Elias," he said, voice low. "You're playing with fire again."
"Burn me," Elias shot back, he set the mug down, there's a challenge in his eyes.
Marcus chuckled as he stepped back. "Finish your coffee," he said, leaving the kitchen, and leaving Elias burning.
Later that night.
Marcus arrived home late, the estate's silence wrapped him tight. He loosened his tie first, then unbuttoned his shirt, but as he stepped into the dim dining room, he was stopped cold.
Elias stood by the mahogany table, naked, a teasing smile played on his lips. The chandelier's glow danced on his skin. The shadows traced curves Marcus tasted hours ago but never enough.
"Thought I'd serve something hot," Elias said, voice dripped with challenge as he leaned against the table.
Marcus approached, eyes locked, hungrily. "What's on the menu?" he asked with a rough voice.
"You feasted earlier," Elias said, he slid onto the table, curving his body, just right. "Now watch what I do."
He turned and bent forward. While sliding a finger into his ass, slow and deliberate. A wet, cheeky sound echoed intentionally.
Marcus's breath caught, his hands twitched, while his cock hardened in his slacks. "Elias," he said with a strained voice. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Elias looked over his shoulder, bit his lip then grinned. "What's wrong, old man? My finger is breaking you?" he said as he moved it deeper, moaning softly. "You watched me beg. Now you squirm."
Marcus's jaw clenched, his control teetered. "You're pushing it," he said, stepping closer, his cock throbbed, and outlined tight.
"Wanted to see you lose it," Elias said with a low voice, his finger worked slow, clenching his ass. "Your turn to feel it."
Marcus stood frozen, chest heaved as Elias held his pose, his mischievous gleam never faded. Their earlier tangle shook Marcus, but this? This broke him.
Elias crawled across the table, slowly, and reached the edge where Marcus stood. He dropped to his knees, with burning eyes into his godfather's.
"Gonna make you feel it," Elias said, leaning in, lips wrapped around Marcus's cock through his slacks, teasing the outline.
Marcus grunted, primal, and gripped the table. "Fuck, Elias," his voice wrecked.
Elias unzipped him, freed his hard thick cock. He sucked deep, cheeks hollowed, and his tongue swirled the head. Marcus jolted, groaned loudly, his thighs tensed.
"Goddamn it," he muttered, his hands fisted in Elias's hair, not to stop, to hold on.
Elias didn't stop, instead, he sucked harder, his rhythm steady, and cheeks flushed with audacity. "Love that?" he murmured, his voice vibrated against Marcus's cock, wrecking his restraint. "You said I was trouble. Here I am."
Marcus's hands tightened in Elias's hair, his breath ragged. "You're fucking killing me," he said with a raw voice, hips bucked into Elias's mouth.
Elias doubled down, sucked deeper, his tongue flicked the tip, Marcus's precum beaded.
Marcus groaned, low, primal, control shattered. "Keep going," he growled, hands guided Elias's head desperately.
Elias's hands gripped Marcus's thighs, sucking relentlessly, his lips tightened, and his tongue worked faster.
"You're mine now," Elias murmured, pulled off just enough to speak, then dove back, and took Marcus's cock to the base.
Marcus's knees bucked, as he groaned louder,
"Fuck, Elias," his cock throbbed, and spilled hot cum in Elias's mouth, Elias swallowed, licked his cock clean, and looked up, smirking.
"You begged," Elias said, stood, wiped his lips, eyes gleamed. "Told you I'd break you."
Marcus panted, leaned against the table, his cock softened, but his eyes still locked on Elias. "You're a fucking brat," he said smirking, pulling Elias close, as he kissed him hard, tasted himself on Elias's tongue.
"And you love it," Elias kissed back, while his hands roamed Marcus's chest, defiant, hungry.
Marcus gripped Elias's ass, squeezed it hard. "You're not done," he said with a low voice. "Not till I say."
"Bring it," Elias grinned, he pressed closer, and his cock hardened again, ready for more.