The next night.
The door clicked shut behind Marcus, muffled by the thick carpet. Elias didn't wait, he gave no chance for Marcus to shed his coat, no words, no pause.
He dropped to his knees, instinct took over, and the worship began as Marcus crossed into their world. His hands stayed still, only his lips tugged Marcus's belt loose, his teeth dragged the leather free, then unbuttoned with tongue, a game Elias ruled.
Marcus leaned against the door, his jaw clenched, and his eyes burned into Elias's head.
"Too fucking eager," he muttered with a rough voice, his cock stirred in his slacks.
Elias licked Marcus's cock, slowly, wet, savoring every inch, he traced the underside, and moaned loudly, unashamed. His tongue flicked, worshipped, and each suck a vow.
Marcus grunted, thrusting gently, letting Elias lead. "Keep going, brat," he said, his hand buried in Elias's brown hair, anchored to the one who shook his world.
"You like this?" Elias murmured, pulled off briefly, his lips glistened, as his eyes gleamed. "Thought you'd stop me."
Marcus's grip tightened as he smirked. "Not tonight," he said lowly. Elias didn't see it coming, Marcus flipped him, his back hit the carpet.
Elias yelped, surprised, blinked up as Marcus knelt, crawled over him, and starved. "Thought you'd run this?" Marcus said, dragged Elias's pants down, growled, and breathed hot on Elias's trembling skin. "Spread your legs."
Elias obeyed, he parted his legs, gasped as Marcus buried his face between his thighs, arms locked them wide, sucking Elias's cock, slowly, relentlessly. His tongue lapped, teased, devoured, lips worked in a rhythm that broke Elias.
"Fuck, Marcus," Elias moaned, writhing, hands fisted the rug, while his head thrown back. His cries filled the room, begging, and praised the man who wouldn't stop.
Marcus pulled back, smirking. "You're a fucking mess," he said, licking again and again, making Elias twitch. "Beg louder."
"Please," Elias gasped, wrecked, his cock throbbed under Marcus's tongue. "Don't stop."
"Say my name," Marcus said as he sucked harder, his tongue swirled the head of Elias's cock, and precum slicked his lips.
"Marcus," Elias moaned, his hips bucking uncontrollably, while his body shook and desperate.
The bed stayed untouched. They curled on the rug, limbs tangled, mouths hungry. Marcus shifted down, Elias mirrored, mutual, deliberate. Their lips met each other's cocks, breathless, and knew what the other craved.
"Like that?" Elias muttered as he sucked Marcus deeper, his tongue flicked the tip, Marcus's precum beaded . "You're mine too."
"Fuck, yeah," Marcus groaned, sucking Elias's cock as he matched his rhythm, his lips tightened, while his tongue worked faster.
Every suck was a promise, every moan muffled against skin, muscles twitched, tongues moved in sync.
The mirror was fogged up by their heat, as it caught their reflection, two men lost in worship. Hands gripped each other's thighs, their hips rocked, and bodies trembled.
"You wanted this," Marcus said, pulled off, voice raw. "Take it all."
"Give it," Elias shot back, sucked harder, felt Marcus's cock pulse. "I can handle you."
Their pleasure built, unstoppable. Marcus groaned, loudly, and his cock throbbed, spilled hot cum in Elias's mouth. "Fuck, Elias," he growled, voice broke. Elias cried out, climaxed, his cum also spilled in Marcus's, both swallowed, both lips lingered, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.
"Goddamn," Marcus panted, slumped back, and pulled Elias close. "You're in trouble."
"You love it," Elias said, grinning while nuzzling on Marcus's neck.
Silence settled, heavy, sated. Marcus lay on his back, an arm over his eyes, while his other hand tangled in Elias's hair, who rested on his chest, lips swollen, breath shaky.
Elias shifted, kissing Marcus's chest. "Next time," he said with a smug look on his face, "you're not walking out."
Marcus chuckled, hoarse, deep. "Next time, you'll beg first," he said, smirking.
"I will," Elias said, pressing closer, defiant. "But you'll crawl for me."
Marcus's eyes darkened, his smirk turned dangerously. "Keep talking," he said, gripping Elias's ass, and squeezing it hard. "You'll pay."
Elias laughed, soft, bold. "Bring it, old man," he said, kissing Marcus's lips, slow, teasing. "I'm ready."
Marcus pulled a blanket over them, kissing Elias's forehead. "Sleep," he said, voice low, thick. "Before I devour you again."
Elias nestled closer, smirked. "Only if you do," he said with a soft, challenging voice. "I'm not done with you."
Marcus's hand tightened in Elias's hair, his lips brushed in his ear. "You're mine," he muttered, voice rough, possessive.
"Yours," Elias whispered, closing his eyes, his heart raced, body still burned. "For now."
Marcus chuckled, low, and pulled him tighter. "Brat," he said, kissed him again, slow, deep, and promised more.
Elias grinned, sank into the warmth, knew the fire wasn't out, just waiting for the next spark.