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The office door squeaked loudly on its yellowed hinges. Johnny could spare the thought of WD40 only a moment. Compared to his intent, small house chores seemed inconsequential. Mark by comparison was charming. There he was, marginally reclined like an emperor on the office couch, and reading a dog-eared copy of ‘The Complete Tales and Poetry of Edgar Allan Poe’.

Johnny lingered in the doorway, transfixed by Mark’s level of concentration. He had completely ignored the racket of the opening wooden door in favor of masquerade balls, beating hearts, and dark ravens. His pink bottom lip tucked safely under his two front teeth, he scanned the most recent wrinkled page with captivated eyes, and then flipped to the next one. He was a hungry one, devouring poetry and knowledge alike. This did nothing for Johnny’s appetite, however, which had gnawed persistently at his attention for the entire day. 

“You’re still reading?” called Johnny from the doorway. 

Finally alerted to the presence of another person in the room, Mark turned his head and smiled.

“Yeah.”

Johnny sauntered toward his goal, and as he did, the corner of his mouth upturned into the littlest hint of a smile. Using his height to an advantage, he paused next to Mark, and carded a hand through his hair. If Mark had sufficiently looked at him, they might have exchanged fiery eye contact, which would have said all that was necessary. 

“It’ll be dark soon. You’ll strain your eyes. The lighting in this office isn’t ideal.”

He hoped that Mark would receive and correctly comprehend his message. Books were wonderful, but they had their definite times and places. At this time, Mark’s lips looked so plush, and his legs so long. All day, Johnny had thought of nothing but what those lips would taste like under the press of his tongue...how those legs would feel as they wrapped around his waist. Were he to have his way (and he was going to have his way), he would discover both answers.

Nothing. Not even a deviation.  

“I know.”

As if utterly unaffected by Johnny, he carried on reading. It was not to be born, especially when Mark had sent him such a naughty selfie at 9:00am while he was attempting to sleep.

“Mark, sweetheart? Are you listening? Don’t ignore me.”

“I’m not ignoring you, John.” Still no eye contact. “This part is just so…”

Mark sighed dramatically, like a young Romeo, despite the difference in author. Seeing that his conquest would provide no easy routes, Johnny decided to play along.

“That romantic, huh? Would you read it to me? I want to know what enamors you about this author.”

Mark made space from his position on the leather couch, the material giving way to the weight of his legs. 

“Come sit.” He said, patting the spot next to him. 

A surefire way to get closer to his affection. Johnny obliged, grinning slyly.

“You have to listen , okay? I know those eyes.” Mark warned. 

Johnny made a small noise of acknowledgement and... possibly took it into consideration. After all, it was not Mark’s voice he was after. It was something darker, and carnal.

“Alright, here we go.” 

Mark cleared his throat, and commenced with the reading. Simultaneously, Johnny placed a hand onto the meat of his thigh.

“‘But our love it was stronger by far than the love 

   Of those who were older than we— 

   Of many far wiser than--’ Hey! I told you to listen!”

Johnny emerged from where he had tried to nibble Mark’s ear.

“Sorry. Got a little distracted. Go on.”

Mark cleared his throat for a second time, eyed Johnny suspiciously, and continued.

“Of many far wiser than we— 

And neither the angels in Heaven above 

   Nor the demons down under the sea’…Johnny…”

“Yes?”

“Why is your hand on my crotch?”

Johnny didn’t extract his hand from Mark’s thigh, but relinquished its suggestive positioning at the place where the two beautiful legs met. He merely smiled and remained well within the perimeter of his partner’s personal space. Mark’s eyes narrowed, but he continued nonetheless.

“‘Nor the demons down under the sea…

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul 

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.’”

It’s beautiful , Johnny noted in the back of his mind. His wonderful Mark always brought such depth and fervor to the works he so dearly loved. However, it also poured gasoline on Johnny’s fires. His want overflowed from his percolating mind and spilled into the hand that returned greedily to Mark’s center. He latched his lips at the juncture of the younger man’s neck and left a trail of searing kisses.

“Keep going.” interrupted Johnny. The incoming complaint had trembled and teetered from Mark’s throat, but there would be none of that. Johnny brushed his tongue at the peak of Mark’s Adam's apple. “I want to hear more.”

It was then that Johnny could finally feel it—his incoming victory over Mark’s fruitless impedance. It was unbearably cute for him to read poetry and recite it so well, but it seduced Johnny too much. That voice...those blushing cheeks...the rising thickness of Mark’s bulge. All of it was about to be his. He would be sure to thank Edgar Allan Poe, along with all his artistry, during what he knew would be a superb, post-orgasmic haze.

“Uhm...I...Could you maybe just…?”

“Nope.” said Johnny simply while grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

“But, I...I can’t--”

“You won’t read me more? You’re so handsome when you read, though.”

One by one, Johnny unfastened the buttons of Mark’s shirt, revealing the muscular torso hidden so terribly by the fabric. The older man thought it a heinous crime that such a beautiful body should be kept hidden for long periods at a time. He dropped a single kiss onto Mark’s clavicle, and then...all while maintaining fierce eye contact, dropped deliberately to his knees between the latter’s legs. Mark’s chest rose and fell perceptibly with this change of positioning.

“Read.” commanded Johnny. 

He wasn’t in the mood to persuade any longer. This was their time, books be damned...at least for now.

“‘Take...take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting...from you now,

Thus much let me…’”

Johnny watched as Mark’s cogs turned and turned. He knows exactly what’s about to happen to him, and I want someone to write a fucking poem about that.

“‘avow...’” squeaked Mark.

Johnny inhaled sharply at the clink clink unbuckling of Mark’s belt, and ran his tongue across his bottom lip. With the reverence of a pilgrim at the statue of a saint, he slid down the zipper. Tingles shot through to the tips of his fingers, and when he pulled Mark’s boxers down and down and down, a feverishness surge clouted him squarely in the face. Mark’s cock...his subtly curved, nicely shaped, mouth-wateringly long cock with a head still slightly hidden and a wonderfully visible vein, sprung free.

Mark gasped audibly, most likely from the shock of cool air, and Johnny smirked. The attention was no longer on the poems and short stories. The attention was present. It was...evident. Very evident. That was more than passable. In fact, he could do more than accept it; he would eat it.

Johnny took the tip into his plush lips and sucked. Mark was warm and weighted on his tongue. His skin tasted clean and smelled masculine. The foreskin was soft, but the steadily swelling head was hardening and emerging. Johnny wanted it all. He would give it a good fucking welcome. His brain was programmed to respond to just that kind of thing.

“Oh fuck , Johnny. Ah...i-it's so warm…”

Johnny hummed and sank low, giving the entire length a good, fluttering suck. There it was—the first taste of precum for the night. It was coating and distinct, and he loved its slickness. Thrilled, Johnny pulled away from Mark’s weeping length and stroked it gently. Once. Twice. Three times. Four times. He maintained eyes with Mark, who continued to moan wantonly.

“Keep reading.”

Johnny thought it both laughable and precious that Mark had tried to stall him with poetry. Wonderful poetry, for certain. The words could not save their reader, though. They could not protect him from the inevitable. He was going to cover every inch of Mark with his own, unique brand of devotion. He would not need paper, ink, a printer, or a binding to permanently record it. Mark’s memory would do spectacularly. 

“‘Y-You are not wrong, who’–Mm…‘deem

That my days have been’–Ohh…‘a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away’–God. Johnny…”

“Be as loud as you want, sweetness. Show me a good time.” 

Mark cried out, but Johnny tapped the book with a self-satisfied finger.

“Read.”

“Shit.” Mark covered his eyes momentarily, but then re-gripped the hardened cover of the book. “Okay, okay.

“‘In a night, or in a day,

In a vis ion, or in none,’ aahhh…

‘Is it therefore the less gone? 

All that we see or seem’ Uhnnn…Johnny…”

Johnny licked Mark rapidly in rapid clicks of his tongue.

“Go ahead and finish the verse now. Good boy.”

Mark pursed his lips and vented a heavy breath.

“‘Is but a dream within a dream.’ Oh, fuck. Please don’t make me say more. Not while you’re doing that .”

He tossed the book to the side. It landed awkwardly open and with a few pages crinkling as a consequence.

“Tell me how it feels.” inquired Johnny as he ran his slick palm over the head of Mark’s piece.

“Feel so good.” cooed Mark, purely from the center of his animal brain.

“I fuck your dick so good with my mouth, don’t I?”

“So good.” parroted Mark, his mind gone lax. 

“Mm.” Johnny kissed the angry head of Mark’s manhood and grinned. “Do you wanna hold my head? You were such a good boy while reading, I think I’ll give you what you want, yeah?”

“Fuck yeah. I want to.”

Mark’s voice was dirt and gravel, as if he had been fucked seven ways to Sunday already. It was a good sign. Everything was going according to plan. All he needed was for Mark to take the bait.

“Then what are you waiting for, pretty boy? Go crazy.”

He knew that Mark would be eager. That pent up, jacked up, fucked up, shook up expression could only convey roughly fifty percent of the younger’s frustration, and when he gripped Johnny’s hair as close to the skull as possible and started thrusting, the latter knew that he had won the night. 

It went on for some minutes. Mark was smaller in stature than Johnny, but his strength was no joke. He held his receiver in place and was brutal with his pace. Spoiled rotten , thought Johnny. Saliva and precum slid liberally down the shaft and stained Mark’s briefs. The thought of them being ruined for use later that day was a gleeful one. The scent of ongoing sex burgeoned and permeated the room. Johnny’s lips inflamed and plumped from the vigorous in and out motion of Mark’s hips. One they were done, his throat would be hoarse for sure. Finally, Mark’s legs began to tremble, and his vocalizations transitioned from deep, husky moans to little whimpers. His rhythm erratically stuttered, which was a sure sign that he was close to coming.

Unceremoniously, Johnny lifted from Mark with an obscene slurping sound. Two silver strings of saliva stretched from the cockhead to his mouth until they broke from distance and strain. Crazed by the sensation of an orgasm slipping away like fog between low-lying sapling branches, the younger tried to chase the older man’s mouth. He thrust into the air twice. His hardness, which throbbed and shone with spit, twitched lewdly. Between Johnny’s legs, his own erection pressed impatiently against his jeans. It would have to wait just a little longer.

“ Fuck , why’d you stop? Please. I was so close. So close.” wheezed Mark. 

Johnny could see the fine sheen of sweat gathered stealthily at Mark’s hairline. He exhaled harsh pockets of air, laced with hidden dismay and thirst. Unknowingly, he had traipsed straight into Johnny’s clutches. He was so far gone that what needed to happen was clear. 

“You want more?” asked Johnny innocently, his expression wide-eyed and falsely vacant.

“Yeah. Please. Please.”

“Okay, baby. You stay perfectly still. Stay good. Let me take care of it.”

Reforming a fist around the thickness of Mark’s cock, Johnny leaned in close, stuck out his tongue, and began to lightly skim the head, feather soft, almost as if trying to leave little to no trace. Initially, Mark praised him–called Johnny “so good”. Then came the requests– “A little more. Little more. Please.” Then came the pleading.

“You’re taking too long.”

Mark’s voice chimed with a tell-tale whine. That tell-tale whine. The one that never failed to send rippling shivers into Johnny’s belly. Ripple, it did. Neurons in his hips, abdomen, and groin activated like a fire display, and the thrumming pooled in the tip of his constrained dick. The front of his jeans stained shamelessly with a bit of his own precum.

Johnny knew that every moment from that point onward could have two very enchanting consequences. Consequence one was that he could send his partner barreling into a mind-blowing orgasm first. Consequence two was that Johnny himself would lose control...get enormously turned on by his own almost touches to Mark. Deciding as he traveled the sinful path, he continued teasing Mark.

However, it seemed that Mark had reached his limit with Johnny’s unsatisfying treatment. With a determined petulance and a loud groan, he endeavored to squirm from the older man’s grasp.

A fire ignited within Johnny’s heart. It wasn’t out of passion. He can’t get away now. It’s too late. A hand, even Mark’s own beautiful one, was incapable of delivering the pleasures that he himself could bestow in seconds (but would prolong into hours if necessary).

“ Oh no. Don’t displease me like that or I’ll tie your hands.” enjoined Johnny as he met Mark’s gaze with steely eyes.

“Then please. Please . I just want you to touch me.” Mark raised his hips with the same desperation as his plea. “Touch me or be inside me. I promise that I’ll be good. I promise. Promise .”

It was a tempting proposition but his little drop of jealousy towards Edgar Allan Poe had Johnny thinking of other ideas.

“I think I’ll suck on your inner thighs for a while. I’m sure that’s what you meant, yes?” said Johnny .

He was careful to crown his tone with insouciance. Doing so would drive Mark to near insanity. Indeed, he heard a grunt of restlessness while carefully stripping and spreading his lover’s legs. Once they were spaced wide enough, Johnny pressed his lips where intended, opening and closing his voracious mouth, and getting as close as he could to the crease of Mark’s ass.

A thoroughly unbridled moan slipped when his lips touched the soft, warm flesh. Mark may not have had the fullest of thighs among men, but they were uncontested prizes–one of Johnny’s most favorite places to visit. There was nothing like it. Even Mark knew it to some degree, because with every suck, he spread his legs further and further until there was enough space for Johnny to fit comfortably. It would support minutes of fun.

Johnny mouthed Mark’s thighs and perineum in wet, salacious interchanges of hard and soft nibbles, bites, hums, and growls.  One by one, hickeys began to appear on the pale skin of his thighs, blushing purple and red, like thriving summer flowers. The core of Johnny’s mind cracked open and filled his consciousness to the brim with avarice. As this state prevailed, he reflected that it would be a pity to make love to someone like Mark without doing this...without leaving evidence. It wasn’t enough to leave the bites. He had to inform Mark. To educate him.

“If there’s anything that can contend with my affinity for your hole, it has to be this.” Johnny licked raunchily at the blooming marks. A hand rose to squeeze the flesh as well, and Mark jolted. The power rushed straight to Johnny’s head and had him craving. “ Fuck , if only people could see how I mark you. If only they could see how you invite me...how you just accept me and take it. Tell me, Markie. Does Edgar Allen Poe please you like this?”

Mark thrashed his head from side to side, impatient and edgy from the dawdling pace of Johnny’s handling. 

“ Please ! Please, closer, c-closer ...”

“Hm?” Johnny knew abundantly well what Mark wanted, but he continued to play coy and peer at him with impeccant eyes. “Closer where? This isn’t good enough?”

Johnny rapidly flicked his tongue near the target, but not directly upon it. Mark threw his head to the side, the blush on his cheeks growing even more vibrant. “You already know where. Stop...stop playing with me . Touch it. Touch me. Now . I wanna cum.”

He’s refusing to be clear , pondered Johnny. It did not perturb him. There were delicious plans in store that would correct Mark’s behavior. Without remorse, he dove back down to the inner thigh and bit hard with his fangs. A sharp cry resounded in the dimly lit and corrupted office. A hand flew harshly to Johnny’s hair, almost like a smack. This is how he knew that the maneuver had been well-executed. 

“Baby boy, is this what being good is all about? If that’s the case, I don’t think you deserve what I have in store for you. Maybe a punishment is more your style. I can tame a brat.” 

In an action that matched his cold demeanor, Johnny neglected the new bite. He refused to even lick it as the blood trickled in thin lines. Something awoke within Mark, and it had him whipping his head back to Johnny, eyes rid of pettishness and filled with a yearning to please.

“No, no, no.” Mark whimpered, locking his ankles together and over Johnny’s back to keep him secured and stationary. “I’ll stop. You have me, you do. I’ll behave now, I swear. Please.”

Johnny bared his teeth in a cruel smile. Yes, he’s unraveling like thread. 

“Please, Daddy.”

It was true what they all had said about Lee Minhyung. Johnny would, indeed, mark him in his heart. There were very few who could hold a candle to such honest spontaneity. Being called that smutty petname at just the right time packed Johnny’s dick with more and more heat until it became unequivocal: he would have to set it free soon. 

“My baby truly needs me, hm? What is it that you want? Want me to swallow you whole? Make you cum right here? Or do you want me to bend you over so I can tongue your rim and fuck you stupid?”

The look on Mark’s face was priceless. Johnny would have captured it within the four sides of an ornate frame, were he given time and ability. There was no place for idle ruminations, however. Not when Mark’s asshole was begging to be touched. 

“ Wh-what ?” rasped Mark, his eyes brightening with arousal.

“You heard what I said.” murmured Johnny darkly. His voice was muffled by several open-mouthed kisses to Mark’s balls and shaft. “I can take you to the hilt right now, and you’d probably adore it. In fact,” He licked a long stripe from the base to the tumescent head. “If I took this into my mouth now, I wonder how long you’d last.”

Mark threw his head backward and sighed loudly. Johnny noticed the blotchy, rose-gold coloring of his neck and upper chest, and it pleased him. Oh , how he loved to play. 

“But if you did cum, you wouldn’t be following the rules. Isn’t that right? I alone decide when you can do that.”

“John...Johnny. Please .”

“Follow the rules, Mark. That’s how good boys get rewarded.”

“But–”

Without further explanation, Johnny engulfed Mark again. He knew that it would be intense. He knew that going full throttle at a moment like this would tip the scales of fortune in his favor. He was just that devious. Just that calculating. Mark resisting the urge to explode? That was likely. 

In concordance with his hypothesis, Mark immediately exclaimed and stuffed a balled, white-knuckled fist into his mouth. The hissing sounds of frantic nose breathing revealed that an orgasm was already locked, loaded, and ready to fly at the right stimulation. As Johnny swallowed and swallowed, Mark’s respirations gave way to fully fledged shouts. 

“Johnny, please . I can’t hold back. Let me cum.”

No response. Only broad, hot strokes of his tongue.

“Please. Give me permission! ”

Nothing. Johnny fisted Mark’s length as he sucked away the thick drops of precum.

The preliminary taste of Mark’s essence was enticing to Johnny’s tongue — warm, thick, and so characteristic of his sweetheart. It snapped a silk thread which had hung, taut as a drum, in the back of his mind. The urge to suck harder, to wrap a hand around the lower part of Mark’s cock, was indomitable, and so he did it. Doing so rapidly heated the saliva and provided glorious lubrication at the base.

“No, baby. I won’t. At least not yet.” Johnny clicked his tongue condescendingly, much to Mark’s amusing disappointment. “I want to make you cry first. You have such pretty eyes. I think...that they would look even better if they shined with tears. Yeah...those wide eyes...so big and shocked from the pleasure I give you. I’ll kiss those tears before I put my fingers inside you. I’ll play with your hole while you cum in my hands.”

There it was, the loud and sweet sonance of Mark moaning. Or maybe whining. Johnny could never properly distinguish once his partner got like this — pliant, desperate, and wanting. He could feel every shiver, every heartbeat thumping across his lithe body. It was so diverting. Even a light fingerstroke of Mark’s hole sent the pitch of the younger’s voice skyrocketing. Being the giver was such brilliant foreplay. It had him vibrating, bursting at the seams—itching to push and push and tempt fate.  

What if I just...what if I tried...?

He circled the pad of his index finger against Mark’s tight little entrance. It twitched in a brilliantly libertine display. Unable to surmount his own zeal, Johnny ghosted the tip of his tongue over the slit that wept from fifteen minutes and counting of torture. He did it again, and again...barely touching, just skimming and then...flattened his tongue and made out with the head. Then one hard suck.

First came the shout. It was loud, broken in tone, and erratic. Then, the ejaculate. It landed, warm and wet on his lips, tongue, the bridge of his nose, and his cheek. The smell was signature as it activated the older man’s senses. Then came the small, fluctuant, staccato-like thrusts into nothing but the air. Mark had over-excited himself into oblivion and was still trying to achieve more satisfaction. It was so cute that Johnny wanted to fondle himself to completion right then. Such an insatiable little slut. He was so tempted to wrap his lips around the glans and milk the last drops from Mark that it almost finished him. He would not do it, however. His plaything had broken the rules. There would be greater fulfillment...more delectation in requital. 

Lifting his head from where the now softening dick had painted him, Johnny scanned his lover for additional offenses and immediately found one. Mark did not have the decency to meet his eyes with bravery and arrogance. He was a brat. This insurrection confirmed it. He ought to act as such. Instead, his cheeks were crimson, his eyes were closed tightly, and his mouth hung ajar in a perfect ‘o’. Cursing under his breath, Johnny realized that Mark was still behaving innocently, as if it were his first ever climax. Inside the confines of his jeans, Johnny positively ached. If it wasn’t so maddening, it would be divine. 

" Oh my God . Johnny.” 

Mark’s little, breathless voice broke Johnny’s reverie. 

“Ah, I came. I’m sorry. I–”

“Yes, you did. You came on my face. Made a mess.”

“It… it felt so good. You’re so good. I couldn’t hold it back.”

“But you were supposed to.”

Johnny saw the shiver trail along the edges of Mark’s body. The same ones traveled across the air and reinforced Johnny’s plans to ravish Mark. If Mark had acted with decorum, he would have been merciful. All would have been forgiving and slow...tender even. Things took a much more dynamic turn, however. He remained eerily silent, on his haunches, waiting, and watching Mark squirm and scramble for a response.

“I held out as long as I could, though.”

“You didn’t do as you were told.”

 Mark’s face colored with disbelief. “I asked for permission.”

“And I didn’t give it. You disobeyed me. I’ve been so generous with you, too.”

“But...You...you went back in for it. I told you. I asked for permission, and you went back in. You sucked me.”

Johnny kept his gaze on Mark as he pondered over the turn of events. He had never gone so far as a dom with Mark. Perhaps a compromise…a half and half approach would be superior to full submersion. Acknowledging his overzealous efforts, he cupped Mark’s face with his hand, thumb, and forefinger and squeezed devotedly. 

“It seems that we have found ourselves at a bit of an impasse. What do you want to do right now? What would be most comfortable for you?”

Mark leaned into Johnny’s hand and rubbed his cheek slowly against the immortal skin. 

“Fuck me?”

“I…already?” questioned an astounded Johnny.

Mark nodded precipitously. “Yeah. I came from your mouth but…I thought about you inside the entire time. You must want it too, after all this. You must wanna make me your fucktoy. I want that. I really do.”

The clarity in Mark’s voice broke, along with the last bit of Johnny’s patience. 

“Shit, Mark.” Johnny swiftly rose to his feet and unbuckled his trousers. Brashly, he shoved them down over his hip bones and freed his hardened rod, which had been dripping and seemingly complaining for a long time. The relief from pressure felt so good. “I do really want you. My God, you drive me insane, baby.” 

Johnny fitted himself between Mark’s legs, bending down just that little bit to rub the tip of his cock against Mark’s fluttering hole. He spat harshly into his hand and began the careful work of stretching the ring of muscle. 

At first, it was non-compliant. Mark hissed through the first two fingers, even as saliva was reapplied. When Mark finally relaxed and accommodated his efforts, Johnny breathed his own sigh of relief. Getting up to retrieve lubricating gel wouldn’t have been a deal breaker at all, but definitely would have distracted from the moment. Moving into three fingers, he watched, fascinated, as the body before him seemed to amalgamate with his own, even if they were connected only by digits.

“I-I’m ready. It’s okay, you can put it in.” Mark’s voice hitched repeatedly, as if too galvanized at what Johnny was about to do.

“You sure, love? I can prep you even more. It’s not a problem. I’m having a lot of fun.”

Mark snickered shyly despite his positioning. “Yes, I’m sure. Definitely sure.”

Johnny smirked proudly when he crooked his finger and felt another shiver run through their quasi-connected bodies. He knew that the darkness had fully eclipsed him when Mark’s ass contracted lightly at the point where they met. If his eyes had changed over to black, it would not have been surprising. 

“Jeez, you really look good, Mark. Do you know how much I wanna spoil you? How much I wanna give you heaven? Make you feel just how much you affect me?”

Parting his lips and generating the most longing of stares, Mark stretched forth his hand and rested his fingertips atop Johnny’s lips.  

“I do.” he said quietly.

Moved by such a compassionate demonstration of emotion, Johnny closed his eyes and kissed each small appendage. 

“Are you truly sure, my baby?”

“I’m positive.”

The room reverberated with a two-toned, exquisite combination of a scream and a moan.  It splattered every inch of the walls with Mark's surprise and completely drowned Johnny’s intoxicated grunt of arousal as he pushed, in one smooth stroke, to his hilt. Mark’s walls were so tight...so wet with Johnny’s saliva. 

“ Daddy… I’m...it’s so sensitive. I’m gonna get hard again.”

“Yeah, I know.” agreed Johnny. “It's...it's too good to... I just need to…”

Out. And back in. On tenterhooks, Mark shuddered and emitted a cry that Johnny could somehow feel throughout the whole of his shaft.

“Uhnn... fuck . You’re flawless. I want you to tell me how I make you feel. Be my good boy, and don’t spare any words.”

“Amazing” was the first word that slipped from Mark’s small lips. “You feel so amazing. I’m—I’m so full.”

Johnny reveled in the long, drawn, ecstatic noises that Mark exuded as he relentlessly moved. Very naturally, he came to an indisputable conclusion. The phrases of Edgar Allan Poe were mighty in their Gothic romanticism. He had started this tangle. That author and his poetic words. However, the poet was both outclassed and outmatched by the sticky melody of Mark’s wetness, which sounded marvelous as Johnny’s hips collided with his substantial backside.

It was immensely decadent, and Johnny accelerated his pace...deepened it. He wanted Mark’s insides to wrap tighter and tighter around him as the pleasure mounted. It was the best kind of good time, and instead of smiling, he opened his mouth in an expression of bliss. 

“What else? Don't hold back.”

Mark smacked his lips. That pink tongue looked alluring and it behaved so provocatively, as if tasting the air for sensuality. His hands glided down the smooth surface of his own heated abdomen until the tips of his curious fingers fell upon the joining of their hips. When they resurfaced, they were wet, but that didn’t stop Mark from immediately guiding them past the borders of his lips and into his mouth. Johnny watched, slack-jawed, for about thirty seconds as his partner lasciviously tasted their lovemaking.

“Your cock…it’s big. Feels angry.” Mark shifted on the couch slightly, which allowed him the space to spread his legs to their widest capacity. “Keep going. Take care of me. I’m...I’m so open for you.”

It was extremely special to have Mark in such a state. Their busy lives kept them preoccupied for most of daylight. Johnny was averse to the sun, and Mark worked his hardest during standard business hours. The older man wasn’t oblivious to the challenges his inhuman status imposed upon a relationship. Despite it all, he fostered deep affection for and attachment to Mark. He savored every meeting with his sweetest boy, whether it was spent sharing a meal with him and discussing the day’s events, or buried deep inside and getting swallowed by euphoria. 

These were the most special moments, though–the ones where refined and courteous Mark cast away all inhibitions and lingered in an addictive passion. At those times, in that place, both he and Johnny were equals. Animals. Not a vampire and a human, but rather two simple creatures willing and wanting to serve their basest of human needs.

Fuck, Johnny inwardly cursed again as he compressed his fingers into Mark’s pale waist. His ardent pattern of thrusting was repeatedly driving Mark’s head toward the back rest of the couch. Before his skull made impact with the cushioned surface, Johnny caught his head in the palm of his hand and carefully brought Mark back down onto his cock.

“Sorry, sorry. Got carried away. You feel so hot on me. Let me...I just have to...” Johnny removed his hand from beneath Mark’s head and pressed it down on the place where his hips and groin met. “...keep you like this. You feel that? You feel my cock deep in you? It’s so fucking deep.”

Mark whined avidly and writhed at the added sensation. From the way his body trembled and his eyes glazed, it appeared as though he wanted to escape but dwell at the same time. Spectacular as the graphic visual was, Johnny could tell based on numerous prior liaisons that Mark’s body was getting overstimulated. It was the effect that an undying body could have on mortal flesh, and while his predatory heart basked in every part of it, his brain demanded both mindfulness and cautiousness. 

“I feel it! Yes... You’re so big. It... Oh it makes me feel so full...” 

Mark’s legs spasmed once, and Johnny postulated that instinct demanded he close them. He didn’t, however. There was opposition to that instinct. As usual, Mark enjoyed the worship too much—the perception of his entire body being held in a secure grip by Johnny’s sex alone.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop. Please keep going...I want more...Use me. Use me! ”

“Are you sure? You’re quivering so much.” 

Johnny flattened his hand and roved it across Mark’s belly to his chest, and back again. This offered a chance for both men to regain some grounding to the Earth. When Mark took the opportunity, Johnny sighed with relief. No matter how drunk on hormones they became, no matter how much power their trysts held, no matter the strength of their bond, it was vital to remain cognizant of physical boundaries. Mark was not a vampire, and physical limitations were of concern.

“I’m sure. I won’t get hurt. Take me. Take me, please. Daddy… ”

Upon definitive consent, Johnny swooped down like the creature he was for a kiss as penetrating as the wind. He touched on Mark’s chin, then his neck, and finally, his conspicuous and hardened nipple. Mark’s loud whimper was Johnny’s signal to propel harder, faster, and stronger.

“I’ll take everything.” said Johnny coarsely before sucking the nipple. “I’ll take your body and soul and you won’t even have a functioning mind to think of something else, other than me.”

They kissed again. It was poorly aimed and mostly tongues, but it had fire and lightning. Mark snaked his arms vertically under Johnny’s shirt and caressed the vampire’s expansive and muscular back. He then latched and scraped his fingernails so that they drew tiny beads of blood. To complete this moment of demonic sublimity, he regarded Johnny with glimmering doe eyes full of lustful innocence. In exaltation, Johnny lunged even harder, enjoying the friction. Enjoying everything. In an instant, he had lost an additional layer of his sanity. Or perhaps violently shucked it—for Mark. For Mark and his doe eyes and heavenly body. 

Such a magnificent toy for me.

“You’re so tight when you moan. Uhn, fuck . So tight, my little whore. You want this, hm ? You're gonna be my cocksleeve tonight, baby? You’re gonna take what I give you? Want me to leave you wrecked?”

There was no expectation for Mark to answer with words at that point. He persevered though, and with every passing second, Johnny deliberated whether he had underestimated his partner.

 “Yes... Ahh fu— Yes , I’m your cocksleeve, Daddy. I’m a slut for you... Give me more. Don’t stop .”

“What if someone saw you like this for me?” 

Johnny couldn’t help but ask. Mark wasn’t just the sweetest apple of the bushel. He was also the most beloved of the entire group. He was too beautiful. Too kind. Too lovely. Too everything. Knowing this, Johnny couldn’t help but wonder how it would look if he allowed another body to pleasure him while he watched.

“Maybe Yuta could join? I bet that’d be so sexy. He’s so hot for you, and he’s always up for something like this. Tell me, baby. Would you suck him nicely if he wanted while I fuck you from behind?”

“Yuta…H-he...”

“I’d love to see it one day if you’ll indulge me. I wanna see your lips go across him. I wanna hear you suck. You’d get more desperate for the both of us as we fuck you. I wanna see his face when he explodes into you. God, it would be incredible. His cum would look so good dripping onto your lips. What a sight to spur me. I’d spill hard inside your little hole.”

“Is that what Daddy wants?” Mark eased his vice grip on Johnny’s back, “I wanna be bred by both of you. Jesus Christ , it’ll feel so hot. So...so you can be rough like this...and we can do that. Yuta will do it. I know he will.”

Johnny chuckled and threw his head back so he could thrust with abandon. Oh , he would lavishly reward Mark for being so munificent. He truly was the picture of goodness. 

“What about Hyuck too? You know how he has a soft spot for you.”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe Taeyong too.”

“Anyone. All of them. I don’t care.”

“Alright, baby boy. Next time. For tonight, I want you to myself. Come on, turn over. I wanna go even faster and I wanna grab that amazing ass while I do it.”

Johnny pulled out and allowed Mark to obediently turn over and rearrange so that his chest was draped against the couch cushion and his knees were spread wide on the carpeted floor. As this was occurring, Johnny noticed that the world outside had grown darker. Through his veins, the blood power dashed and flowed. Had he wings, he would have preened. Breathing the rich smell of sex, he luxuriated in the glories of a new Witching Hour. This was empowerment—being with someone so human, so fragile, and so spellbinding. Mark needed no blood magic or immortality. He only needed himself.

It was extraordinary.

Mark enthusiastically posed his ass under the auburn light of the lamp. With matched gusto, Johnny captured the mounds of the former’s rump and squeezed them firmly to feel the indulgent flesh surrender. From their current angle, Mark’s asshole was plainly visible, rosy, and so damn erotic. Without another word, Johnny pushed back inside the winking band of flesh. Mark vellicated and expelled a blessed little cry while Johnny pressed his chest against the former’s back so they could be close without any obstructions. Hips pistoned at an unrelenting speed and Mark quickly reverted to begging and chanting.

“ Fucking Hell ...” Johnny spread Mark’s legs even wider with his knees, “You’re so good to me. What should I even do with my cum? You’re making it a nightmare to decide. I keep thinking it would look amazing dripping from your asshole. But then, what if it landed right here? On your back and on your sweet ass? Fuck, I would lick it off you right after. Worship you like that.”

Mark clenched involuntarily, a sign that he was still listening and not too lost. 

“ Anything . I want you to do anything. You can cum inside, or on my back or on my ass. Fuck, even my mouth. I wanna be a pretty mess for you.”

“You’re giving me so many options. My baby is so kind. I guess I’ll just have to decide on the fly then.”

Johnny pulled back until just the tip remained concealed. With slow speed and impressive force, he pushed back into the rim. He heard Mark ululate in a tone he recognized. 

“You’re hard, aren’t you? My little whore… Already came once by Daddy’s mouth. Now you’re so hard again. Such a greedy hole. Mmm…”

Unremittingly and systematically, Johnny repeated the slow but calculated thrusts. For several bouts, he tormented Mark, and with each time, Mark became more incoherent.

“ Mm ! Jesus ! DAD dy...Now you’re just being mean-ahh! ” wailed Mark, “Do you really want to— AHH . treat my hole like this? You’re tak ing too much time... ohhh ...so maybe I should—"

“Stop right there.” Johnny admonished. “Don’t you dare rile me up with what you’re about to say.”

“But you’re being slow ! I’m gonna go crazy if you don’t—ah!”

Johnny unleashed a guttural gnarl and shoved his cock through Mark’s slick entrance. He dragged his lips and fanged teeth across the shell of Mark’s ear when he said, 

“Are you gonna be bad now, baby? Hm ? You know what happens if you keep this up.”

They both knew the ramifications of such blatant defiance, but Mark still turned his head to bite hard on Johnny’s earlobe. “No, you’re the bad one here.”

The beast always existed within Johnny. After all, he was of the immortal blood; a vampire. He contained not only power but mystery as well. Some of it was easily managed. Other parts, not so easily. However, on most occasions, the activation of his power could be controlled and understood. Following the obstreperous cut of Mark’s teeth into his earlobe however, Johnny could say with absolute certainty that it was easier to control his blood power than it was to control his lust. 

He felt the sting, followed by an enormous, swelling jolt that traveled from the base of his spine, through his hips, up his shaft, and straight to the head of his member. Johnny snarled and saw red. Deep red. Blood red. For a second or two his control became obfuscated and blurry. Pinning Mark’s head to the cushion so that he could not squirm, Johnny drilled himself over and over into the wet tightness. He couldn’t stop himself. He couldn’t even conceptualize the notion of it. Mark’s saliva was still cool on his ear… the feel of his front teeth still present. With each slap of his hips, Mark clenched and keened...shouted that celestial and dirty fucking word ‘Daddy’.   

“God, you’re so bad today, and you started so good. You yielded to me so prettily. I even gave you a second chance when you came without my permission. Now here you are, biting me ? You’ve obviously forgotten the rules.”

Mark placed a hand on Johnny’s and breathed an elongated “ Yes !”, but the vampire snatched his wrist and affixed it against the cushion. 

"Why am I still treating you like a princess when you should be treated like a toy? You’ve been given such good treatment today. I guess I have to show you what happens to my brats. You and Hyuck could collaborate so well. And Yuta. Next time, I’ll be giving your mouth to Yuta. For sure. What are you, tonight, sweetness?”

“Your toy. Pl-please . Hmmhh ! I’m so...so close .”

“Heh. I knew it. I knew you were solid and aching down there even though I’ve already given you what you want once today. So pathetic. So desperate for me.”

Johnny felt a particularly hard and suffocating clench at these words. After regrouping from the sudden pleasure of it, he clicked his tongue and delivered a sharp slap to the corpulent top of Mark’s backside. After wailing from the delivery, Mark’s body slackened...became docile...but his moaning continued. Johnny required no mirror to know that his eyes were shining with the quintessential predatory tapetum lucidum...that his pupils had narrowed to slits. The beast within him spread its gargantuan wings and roared in triumph. Mesmerized by the florid handprint left behind, Johnny stared at Mark’s ass and plotted his next move. 

“Color, baby boy.”

“Gr...green. Fucking green . Please...don’t stop. I want more.”

“Such a filthy mouth. Put it to better use. What do you say to me?”

“Thank you. Thank you, Daddy. Oh, my fuck , I wanna cum. Please touch my dick. Touch my dick . Let me cum.”

“Don’t go there, sweetness.” Johnny reprimanded again as he lovingly rubbed his hand over Mark’s dimples of Apollo. “You’ve been warned many times tonight. I’ve even shown you a taste of punishment.”

“I want it though. Please ...I’m so close.”

Johnny smacked Mark’s ass again. A second vivid handprint materialized on the other cheek, and Mark’s hole began to contract again.

“Color.”

“Green! Shi-shit ... Daddy… ”

“Good boys don’t demand like this. You’re getting a little too spoiled, I think. No more in this position for you. Time for you to treat me well, like how I know you’re made to do. Fuck yourself on my cock, Mark."

He leaned into the younger man’s ear once again, a piquant hint of stringency to his voice.

“If you cum before I do, I'll spank you so hard...Oh, it'll smart. You won't be able to sit tomorrow without feeling the ghost of me on your skin. Color, baby.”

“Green. Please , no. I want more. Please don’t stop. I’ll be good.”

Johnny pulled out of Mark and stood from his previous kneeling position so that he could sit on the couch.

“Too late to make empty promises, sweetheart. And brats don’t cum without permission. Sit on me, now. Nicely.”

Two minutes later, Johnny had Mark straddled and positioned over the apex of his cock. Both erections were tall and raging after so much stimulation. Just looking at Mark’s made Johnny want to ravish him all over again, so he gripped his own and teased Mark’s rim with the sensitive head. 

“You’ll behave while you’re here. Remember that, pretty boy. I’m not joking. Kiss me first. I want to feel your tongue, and then you can start. Use that nice ass of yours.”

The wondrous thing about Mark was that he did everything with the greatest effort. He never cut corners. He never underwhelmed anyone. Not only did he try his best, but he regularly exceeded all expectations. Was it surprising that their tongues licked over each other while Mark was sinking onto his piece? Not terribly. Was it vastly superior to Johnny’s original order of having him kiss first and then sit? Incontrovertibly–so he let it slide. And slide. And fucking slide.

Mark knew how to drive his own hips so that they dragged something sublime against all of Johnny’s favorite places. Lazy as Sunday morning, he sat still and allowed Mark to take ownership of the lion’s share. His hands caressed the golden skin of the younger man’s rib cage, the curve of his lower spine, his deltoids, his pectorals, the nape of his neck. There were still dangling remnants of defiance–Mark stole open-mouthed kisses with the remorseless audacity of a thief. Johnny thought him one of the handsomest thieves, however. He permitted the transgression, presumably because he was slinking closer and closer to the peak. That, and Mark looked as if he were on top of a mountain. His voice hoisted like a flag into the torrid atmosphere that they created together, going higher and higher.

“Oh my God…” said Mark between bounces. “It feels so good. It's touching...inside.”

Johnny wanted to respond accordingly, but he was lost for words himself. This angle had changed everything. Mark was moving fast, and every bit of him was insistent, insistent, insistent on hauling him, or catapulting him, or teleporting him off the precipice. The lines had successfully blurred. Johnny could no longer decipher between who possessed the immortal power and who simply relished in it. 

A sharp tug on the back of his head reverted Johnny back to the present and out of his headspace. Mark had tugged on the hairs of his nape and was now mouthing his ear and neck sloppily. It felt steamy and moist, but also contained every agreeable element. His baby was doing such an exceptional job. He was riding him to perfection. The ascendent vampire could feel his balls tightening and gathering to his body. The summit was arriving. He could feel it clamoring and shouting within his abdomen. It would be less than minutes away.

“ Daddy ...shit! Oh, I can feel it. I’m...I’m gonna cum!”

“Uh uh.”

“Huh?!”

With dumbfounding strength, Johnny lifted his restive partner from his dick. No matter how close he came, he had given clear admonition about this one moment. Guess we’ll do this dance an additional time. I don’t mind. I can dance for an eternity. 

“Why do you do this, baby? Why do you push me this far? Lie down on your back.”

“No... Please, Johnny. I was...I was gonna cum. Please. Please let me .”

“Really? You’re still going to push the envelope? You’ve got some kind of nerve.”

Mark whimpered as he reclined to the supine position. His cock leaked so much precum that the engorged head looked even larger. The ridge gave the impression of agitation...yearning...an inability to become any more concupiscent. Bright red. Incarnadined. It was seeking whichever excuse to be touched—to have some release, some friction. 

“Don’t look at me with those eyes, Mark. Open your legs. You’re about to get something special.”

“Are you—?”

Johnny situated himself between Mark’s gradually splaying legs. 

“I have a bite on your leg that needs finishing, so you can wait until I’ve had my fill.”

The couch had limited space and Johnny was a tall man. It necessitated a return to his roots. He crouched like a clawed cat and scrutinized the punctures that were so artfully bestowed onto Mark from his mouth earlier in their congress. Dried blood sat patiently along each ragged border, and coagulated tricklings resembling sumptuous oil paint ran down the length of the thigh. It didn’t intimidate Johnny whatsoever. He could easily lick those vestiges. Easily. As of that moment, Mark was successfully sweetened, and the time to savor was upon them both. In sank his teeth once again. Mark’s skin assented with grace, and his body discharged only a few lasting tremors and one long moan. 

Mark tasted completely different this time. He was delicious still, and yet there was genuine desperation to his flavor, and it was twined so tightly—wrapped staunchly around his addicting impatience. Johnny didn’t even need to inquire as to what his wild lover experienced, because it dripped continuously onto his tongue and down his throat as he swallowed with fervor and gratitude. Thank the blackened sky for blessing his perpetual night with a moment like this.

“I can’t anymore—I don’t think I can hold back much longer.” Mark implored, using the dregs of his strength to elevate his hips. It was a garish effort to convince Johnny to give him what he wanted most.

Johnny would not abide. He only had to push their limits like this one final time. One final time was all it would take.

He withdrew his unearthly kiss from Mark’s inner thigh. With his mouth coated, his hunger sated, and his power welling, he could fixate his entire allotment of new energy on Mark’s recalcitrance. He perceived a change in the air. It was heavier and headier, but its architecture seemed close to breaking as if always designed to do so. That’s when Johnny knew for sure that Mark no longer had the physical capability to follow his orders. Not only that, however—Mark wasn’t planning on following orders.

“No fucking way. You’re gonna still— God . Just the thought of you disobeying— Fuck .”

Johnny stood to his feet and towered above Mark’s thoroughly debauched body. His hand flew to his rigidity and he tugged, stroked, fucked himself with the same frenzy and vim that were deeply sketched onto Mark’s face.

“ Damn it . Come here, baby. On your knees. I’m there. I’m cumming. Open your mouth. Do it. Do it. ”

Mark was always quite cute—pretty as a picture when he obeyed. At that moment, he looked prodigious and adorable in his disheveled state. He acted quickly, getting up from his spread-eagled position just to sink right down onto his knees in front of Johnny. It was submissive...subordinate...solicitous. He was eager to ask for retribution. His sins had been so numerous.

He received it just as quickly too. Mark opened his mouth and ran his glistening tongue first along the ridge of Johnny’s cock, and then across his bottom lip. That final act of insurgence pulled Johnny’s body taut like a bowstring ready to volley its arrow. It felt so good to finally lay down arms — to give into his pleasure. Hand repeatedly skidding and stream of consciousness goaded by Mark’s prurient mouth, he let go and came with both a pronounced growl and a brittle balance of reckless abandon and feral possession. Streaks of thick white essence shot, one after another, and painted Mark’s cheeks, eyelids and most especially his lips. Some drops even landed on the tips of his eyelashes. The sight was downright impure.

Mark was so beautiful like this. Johnny couldn’t begin to articulate how well and hungrily he had taken him. It made the vampire feel owned, and that was more than sensual. With blood power coursing refreshingly through the chambers of his heart, Johnny felt delirious and exhilarated. His hardness persisted, even though his load had just been shot. It was another thing for which he could thank the dark tides of the night. If given the chance, he could have done this forever. The stamina was certainly with him.

Expelling an enormous sigh of relief, Johnny ran a sticky hand through Mark’s hair.

“What do you say to me for what I’ve given you?”

“Thank you, Daddy.” Mark breathed, “I want more.”

Johnny broke on the spot. It was unbelievable. At times, it felt as though Mark had endurance to last for years. Without another word, he took Mark by both of his arms and pushed him onto the couch again. Two wrists were pinned over the younger man’s head of inky black hair, and the older man made piercing eye contact.

“Stay here for me, just like this...and don’t hold your voice.” 

Johnny dropped a light kiss to each of Mark’s radial pulses. They served as gentle reminders. Things were rough and scorching between their bodies, but he would never allow harm to come to Mark, nor would he make him feel unappreciated. In response, a small smile formed at the corners of Mark’s lips, and that was Johnny’s cue. He slid beguilingly down the younger man’s body, touching and caressing his sides, his hips, and his lateral thighs. Soon he had arrived back in front of his baby’s length, which had become even more tall and stiff. He dipped down until his lips were mere millimeters from the head. He exhaled humidly and coyly against it before darting his tongue out for another barely there lick. Then another. Then another.

“No... No , God damn it! FUCK !”

“Mmmhm.” drawled Johnny as he kissed the head softly.

“ Dad—Johnny ! God! You’re insane !”

Mark tried in vain to soothe himself by ripping his wrists from their nonexistent chains. From there, he attempted to wipe the slowly drying ropes of cum from his face. Johnny’s eyes flashed, and his countenance converted from placid to stern. He stopped Mark’s fidgeting with a strong hand on the latter’s wriggling wrist.

“Don’t wipe your face while I do this.” he warned sharply.

Johnny waited until he had unambiguous visual confirmation of Mark’s compliance. The younger whined, his face melting into a pout to signify his rightful complaints.

He wasn’t sure why, but an urge effervesced, like new blood infiltrating his centuries-old veins and arteries. It was sharpening his focus on the planes and inches of Mark’s skin, to the ridges of his forehead, down to the intermittent tremble of his lips. It made Johnny want—nay, need to etch those visions into their memories forever. After all, forever was a long, long time. Mark was mortal. He did not have the power of infinite recollection. Johnny placed a sweet kiss onto Mark’s lips and parted just mere millimeters to whisper,

“Next time, I’m going to film all of this. It’s too good to keep in our memories alone. What if we want to see it again? Experience it again? We could watch it or show it to the others. I know you’d get hot from the sight of us making love—at hearing me torture you like how I’m doing right now. Then we could reenact it...moment by moment. Or you can have Yuta reenact in my place while I watch.”

Before his companion could interject, Johnny hunkered back to his crouched position and lapped the end of his prominence. He worshipped every millimeter of the smooth surface. He paid special attention to the slit, which was a mess—an illustration of everything they’d done under the adulatory eye of the moon. That was how he liked it, though. The sloppier the better with Mark, in every second. They both got off on it. Johnny loved taking his lovers to the hidden troves of insurmountable pleasure, and this lover had almost arrived. 

Mark’s voice, his whole vessel was soon on the escarpment of complete exhaustion. 

“ Please ! None of this anymore! Go faster! Deeper! Please, please , I want you! It’s taking too long!” 

Mark screamed it. It ricocheted against the walls of the office—inexact, messy, rough around the edges. It was a sound that Johnny liked to hear but loved even more to feel as it rang against his ears. Determined and gleeful, he hummed around the head of Mark’s dick without actually moving his lips. Let that be my response.

“ Fuck ! Daddy! I’m gonna lose my mind. I want it! I want you! I want you so bad! P-please! ” 

Mark’s voice shattered, and hiccups bubbled from his throat. That was Johnny’s keystone piece, and he took it seriously. He had to listen attentively. With Mark, there was always a fine line between genuine discomfort and anger because he wanted his way and wasn’t getting it. Johnny was glad to recognize that it was the latter.

“John.” A sniff. “W-What else can I do to have all of y-you?” A hiccup and a shrill intake of breath.

Oh, my sweet little desperate thing. Johnny reflected.

“Baby doll, this is your punishment. You bit my ear, remember?”

“I know b-but...” 

Tears pearled and fell from the corners of Mark’s large, round orbs. An instantaneous and potent wave of affection crashed over Johnny, and how in the damn world was he supposed to rebuff it? The display of wholesome neediness...it was worth every second of the careful escalation. 

“Shhh. Mark, concentrate on my words. What will you promise me if I give you what you want?”

“I’ll be good again.” The storm of vehemence had Mark’s hips jutting, and Johnny translated the promiscuous gesture as a good omen. “I’ll let you fuck me however you want. I won’t make excuses. You can bend me over and be rough. You can cum inside whenever you want. You can have my mouth. Yuta says I have one of the best. He loves it so much. Gets really close or blows his load whenever I swallow him.”

Mark’s speech was breathless and pressured and it made Johnny want to giggle with delight. 

“Is that so?” purred Johnny. He could feel a pulse in his cock at the thought of Mark and Yuta cavorting as they so often did. Those two were perfect for each other...and for him.

“You know so!” retorted Mark.

“Watch your tone, love. What else will you give me?”

“Ah...anything you want. I’ll be your fucktoy. We’ll play with each other any time you want. I’ll play with the others too.”

All of those words had Johnny thinking of one thing only—Mark deserved to be rewarded.

“God, you’re so cute. You’re gonna keep those promises, and I want to see your mouth and throat being wrecked soon. You make wanting that too damn easy. For now, though...” 

Johnny swallowed Mark to the base while pushing two long fingers past his rim and into his best place. The feel of his sweetheart wrapping around his fingers was hypnotizing, and Mark was so responsive and vocal. No matter how much he clenched and tightened, Johnny could still sense when the muscles gave way and made room. Mark gyrated his hips. The movement was measured and hesitant, however. Judging by the exhibited reluctance, one could only assume that Mark was wary of testing Johnny. It was understandable. Johnny loved to hold a grudge in bed, and if the younger man was too hasty, it would plausibly lead to another delay of his incoming orgasm.

“Johnny...” Mark called, liquid sugar practically dripping from his words. “I wan’...I want...”

“What is it, darling? Go ahead and tell me. Nice and clear, no stammering.”

“I want you inside me when I cum. Please.”

Johnny weighed his options. He still had the capacity to prolong the adventure for a little bit longer, yet his gut told him that perhaps they both deserved to catch the one thing they’d been chasing for the entire night.

With surprisingly good humor, he retracted his hand, wiped the wetness on the side of Mark’s thigh and scooted closer to fit himself right in front of his destination. Vibrating with a second anticipation, he lined his cock to tease the rim for one last time.

“You know that I love you?”

Mark closed his eyes and sighed. Despite being naked, spread, covered in bite marks, handprints, saliva, sweat, and semen, he was angelic. 

“I love you too. I love all of you.”

Slowly, passionately, hungrily, yet with that wash of satisfaction, Johnny pushed into Mark again. His back arched elegantly at the blaze of pleasure, and finally deciding that it was time to leave it all in front of them, he unleashed a strong assemblage of thrusts. 

“Oh fuck ... So nice . You’re incredible, baby.” 

Johnny’s undulations were devoid of his customary style and finesse. It left his natural, creature-like nature to own and take Mark in the way that was most appealing—like an animal amidst the trees’ foliage—rutting, breeding to satisfy his thirst.

Mark’s sex was constricting. The heat was rising. It was almost stifling, but the appetency to grasp for more was uncontainable. They couldn’t stop. They were both charged and lit to white-hot by the majestic night. It wouldn’t be long. Not long at all. It was careening–about to smash them to smithereens, and it was fucking rapturous. 

Johnny’s murmurings were unintelligible. Mark’s respirations were hurried. Their hips met and met and met and met and met and finally with one particularly strong thrust, Mark’s mouth opened dramatically, and he screeched Johnny’s name so that the whole house could hear it. His body then tensed and convulsed with the height and potency of his pleasure. The resulting emission created short spurts of viscous white across his torso—less volume than the first time, but guaranteed to feel more intense. Consumed by ecstasy, Mark extended his neck, and Johnny had to reach forward and cushion his head with his palm before it hit the arm rest.

“Oh my God… Easy, baby. I got you. I got you. Wow, you’re so tight. You’re so fucking hot .”

As Mark plummeted like a lead weight into the deeply euphoric headspace, Johnny followed him with no reservations. Hooking his arms under his lover’s tingling body, he pistoned his hips, ran his teeth along Mark’s jaw, and did everything in his power to amplify the smacking, the clapping, the squelching, the moaning, and the pulsing. Then it arrived with rapid onset and great ferocity. He buried himself as far as he could, gasped audibly, and burst for a second time. He could feel it. It was tangible...how endorphins flooded from his brain, into his cock, and throughout his freshly vibrant bloodstream. 

After what felt like five solid minutes of heavy breathing and re-stabilization of his thought processes, Johnny lifted his head from Mark’s diaphoretic shoulder and laughed exhaustedly.

“Oh, baby. Were you just waiting for me to fuck you that hard? Wow… You really are...one of the strongest. Might I say that I’m very pleasantly surprised...and impressed.” After regaining his grounding to the Earth, Johnny took one hand and threaded it carefully through Mark’s damp hair. “Thank you, baby. You did so, so good. Even after everything I put you through, you were such a good boy. So sexy.”

When the dust settled, so did Mark’s voice. Eventually, his entire body caved from the insurmountable wave of fatigue. The silence that bloomed during the afterglow was quite comfortable. They shared decelerating breaths. Their chests heaved to compensate for their recent exertion, and their body weights pressed together, granting solace and fulfillment.

“I can’t help it.” admitted Mark. “I feel...almost sentimental right now.”

Johnny kissed the damp surface of Mark’s cheek. He could taste the musk and salt of his own ejaculate. While doing so was strange, it felt oddly intimate—like it could link them together with beautiful and intricate knots. 

“Must be the fine literature, huh?” 

Mark chuckled, which materialized as a puff of breath more than anything. He nudged at the corner of Johnny’s mouth.  

“Mhm, you should really read poetry more often. Felt like our friend Ed’s words really took you by storm.”

Johnny laughed bashfully with Mark as he gave in to the latter’s implied request. Their kiss was mellow and contained the same landing force as one snowflake amongst many thousands. It settled onto each man’s lips, frail but structured, melting but lasting. There was no tongue, nor rough desire. There was a connection, however. It cast a sultry glow between the enclosures of their bosoms, and highlighted the flickering, luminous, scalding embers of what had been a massive bonfire. 

“Well...I have no excuse. When my baby reads what he loves, he’s very attractive. I can’t help but think that it’s a deliberate attempt to seduce me. I have to reciprocate.”

Mark whacked a loose fist lightheartedly against Johnny’s arm. The headspace was dissipating. The younger man was returning to baseline.

“First, you’re a cheese ball. Second, you’re too horny for your own good, even if you are immortal.”

“Says the man who begged me to keep going.” Johnny scoffed as he pulled out of Mark with a groan consistent with oversensitivity. He assisted Mark into the high Fowler’s position before gathering him into his arms. “Please be sure to write a thank you note to Ed for me. Come on, let’s both get cleaned up. That was pretty messy.”

“I want the bath.” Mark mumbled. His head plopped snuggly in the crook of Johnny’s neck, and his arms embraced dearly. The neediness, the clinginess, the effusive touches...it all helped to occupy a void—one brought on by eternity, which was a thing that could be construed as positive, but definitely had its disadvantages. 

“Alright, Mark. Do you want essential oils? Lavender might help to center your mind on the present. Or do you want bubbles? I can even give you a rubber duck.”

Mark stared pointedly at him, muttered a ‘pfft’ to himself...but then smiled subtly. Johnny could feel the rose-tinted, slightly embarrassed blush of his skin as they traversed to the en-suite bathroom. 

“Maybe bubbles.”

They entered a room constructed of pristine white tile, granite, and ceramic material. The counter was flecked with quartz and shining veins. It had been custom cut by stonemasons to perfectly fit two sinks. Mirrors flanked each sink, creating the illusion of an even larger space. On one end of the wide room was a sizable shower, built with both a rain and removable head. Diagonal and to the right was a stand-alone soaking tub with a long, silver faucet which visually resembled a swan’s neck. The ceiling towered high above their heads. Footsteps and voices echoed very much as they would in cathedrals. The last remarkable feature was the closable skylight, by which one could see the moon and stars at night, but block the sun by day. 

By comparison to the air in the office, the air in the bathroom was cool and crisp. As it contacted Mark’s skin, he erupted in goosebumps. 

“Cold?” asked Johnny.

“A little, but it’s clearing my head.”

Johnny gingerly set Mark down onto his bare feet.

“Go and get yourself a towel, okay? Do you remember which color is yours?”

“Navy blue.” replied Mark.

“Good boy.” Johnny kissed his forehead. “Don’t mix it up with the royal blue ones. Doyoung won’t be happy if you do that.”

“I’ll seduce him with poetry too, then.”

Johnny laughed and used his dominant hand to activate the faucet on the bath. 

“Make sure you grab your shampoo as well.”

As Mark fussed through the cabinets for bath towels and his specific loofah, the water cascaded, filling the basin with warm liquid and the bathroom itself with sound. When the tub was adequately filled, Johnny bent to the lower bathroom cabinets beneath the sinks and rifled through the array of bath bombs, oils, and soaps.

“Baby, do you want bubbles or a bath bomb? I have lavender in either.”

“Dude, you have bath bombs?” exclaimed Mark as he craned his neck to look at Johnny.

“Yeah, I have the lavender ones.”

“Bath bomb, then. They’re so cool...the way that they fizzzzzz…” Mark imitated the noise comically. “I’ve wanted to use one for so long, but Yuta never lets me. He says it’ll stain the basin.”

“Well, arguably it will.”

“Yes, well...you asked me , so that’s my choice. When it’s Yuta’s turn to spend time with you, then he can choose bubbles. Or a shower. He likes different rituals after sex. It’s all I can do to keep up with him.”

“Is that a fact?” smirked Johnny. He recalled his last rendezvous with Yuta. He chose bubbles then, and had insisted on washing Johnny’s hair and body before his own. For such a vixen, he was the epitome of caring. “I see that Yuta’s being a bit inconsistent. I do hope that he’s being very generous with you.” 

“Don’t worry. He is. God , he always is. Did I tell you that he bought me a brand-new jacket last week? For no reason? He just said, ‘It’s for you, Markie, because I love you.’ Then when I tried it on, he got so worked up that we didn’t even go out to dinner. We just...well, you know. He’s so cute, hyung.”

“Aw, that was nice of him, and you two are so cute together. Did you thank him like a good boy?”

“I did , but he still fucked me like I had been bad!”

“ What ?”

“ Yeah ! He did.”

“Shall I punish him next time?”

There came a “damn it” as Mark dropped one of his toiletries, followed by a rapid regroup.

“Oppa is no good for punishment. He’s too free-spirited. I try all the time and he just turns the tables on me.”

“That wouldn’t happen with me. He knows I’ll give it to him good.”

“He just likes to play around with me. Not too unlike someone else I know. No need to edge him, Daddy .”

Johnny rolled his eyes, but beamed, nonetheless. “Whatever you say, love.”

Leaning leisurely against the granite shelf, Johnny unboxed the lavender bath bomb and tossed it into the water with a small basketball-like motion. It plunged beneath the surface where the characteristic ‘fizz’ sounded, and the body of the bomb itself burst into bright white and light purple colors.

Mark scuttled over to Johnny’s side, his arms full of shampoo, soap, and towels. When standing closer and in better lighting, his lover’s condition was more apparent. As Mark set each toiletry and towel onto the shelf, Johnny took the opportunity to assess the extent of his vulgarian attentions. 

There were a multitude of fingerprints, splotches, and bruises laid over the surface of Mark’s body. Although they were testaments to their lovemaking, Johnny couldn’t help but experience a groundswell of compunction.

“I really did a number on you, huh?” he said as he ran remorseful fingertips over one particularly dark spot on Mark’s chest. “Are you sure I didn’t hurt you anywhere?” 

Mark hummed and shook his head. “I’m alright. Nothing hurts.”

“Not even the bite on your thigh? Let me see it. I need to make sure.”

Mark took hold of Johnny’s hands. “I’m fine. Really. It’s okay, Johnny. We had a good time, and I liked it. I wanted it. Also, you always give me everything I want while making sure I’m safe and into it. That’s huge. Can you have faith in that? That you made me really happy?”

Johnny tucked a strand of Mark’s hair into the back of his ear. It had been growing for a time. Baby lion. He needs a haircut.

“I suppose I can do that.”

They traded soft smiles, before Johnny outstretched his hand. 

“Can I help you in, princess?” offered Johnny chivalrously. 

The younger man let out another huff, but still accepted the hand. First one foot, and then the other. Mark grinned at the water’s warmth and at the hissing, fizzing bath bomb. As he crouched and seated himself, his expression lit like Christmas.

“This is so neat.”

After ensuring Mark’s safe arrival into the basin, Johnny deactivated the faucet, shed what remained of his clothing, and joined him. He sat behind Mark and nonchalantly dripped purple-colored water onto his back. Once a few minutes had passed, Johnny grabbed the small, navy blue, terry cloth towel.

“Turn and look at me, baby.”

Mark reclined his head onto Johnny’s shoulder and peered at him through sleepy eyes. With semen still dried on his face and his naked body pressed between his legs, Mark looked picturesque. Johnny shivered. He was a little too into that serene affect. The night was young, and the blood power was still puissant. Heaven knew that if he leaned into it, his dick would get hard again. He couldn’t allow that. Johnny had already done enough, and Mark needed to rest.

He dampened the towel, cradled Mark in his arms, and with a benevolence uncharacteristic of most vampires, he wiped the white streaks until they disappeared.

They spent time washing and shampooing in stretched silence. The water refreshed them anew, and it was good to be free of sweat and dust from the floor of the office. When the heavy work of bathing was completed, Johnny noticed that Mark’s eyelids looked heavy. 

“Here.” Johnny said, taking the loofah from Mark and guiding his head back onto his shoulder. “Rest.”

Mark went willingly, inhaling and exhaling peacefully even as the purple water decreased in temperature. Johnny closed his eyes as well, despite his vampiric blood seeing no need for respite. His hands continuously moved in pacifying motions over Mark’s wet hair. It was so nice to feel close to him. It was more than any man could want. Sure, Johnny was blessed. He had many lovers. He took care of them well and often. He loved each of them. Mark was one of the most humane, though. 

“Johnny?” whispered Mark.

“What is it, baby?”

“Thank you.”

Johnny almost wanted to giggle. Mark was thanking him. The hilarity of that was so anomalous. 

“For what? There’s no reason to thank me.”

“Yes, there is.”

The tone was serious, as if Mark might cry if Johnny teased too hard. Backtracking by about fifty percent, he kissed his companion’s temple.

“You’re welcome, Mark. But can I ask what for? Not because I’m teasing you, but because I want to hear what you need to say.”

Mark sighed heartily.

“I want to thank you for all that you do...for all of us. Right now seems surreal, if I’m being truthful. Just two years ago, I used to think that I would never find love. You know...the kind of serious love that Edgar Allen Poe talks about in his poetry...or Hemingway...or Hathaway, or Shakespeare...even Tolkien.”

“Tolkien?”

“Yeah, Tolkien. That deep, enduring bond. That giving bond. That love in the midst of radical acceptance and sacrifice. Johnny, I have to say something. It might just be me coming down, but still.”

“Sure, love. Please.”

Mark blinked drowsily and continued. 

“There’s so much about this that should deter me, and yet here I am.”

“Oh gee, thanks.”

“C’mon man, let me finish. Logically, you know there are a lot of things . Oddly enough, I’m not deterred or scared at all. I feel safe. Let’s just talk about how big of a deal this is. First, I found Yuta, and that was amazing. I love him, Johnny. I love him so much that it makes me giddy. The love he so willingly gives me in return...I don’t even know. It’s just crazy. He gives me everything I ever wished for and more. He’s just giving .

“Then, he led me to you and everyone else. At first, I was weirded out, not gonna lie. I thought loving more than one person was impossible...wrong even. I was shown eight people. My face—my head at that moment. How can a person love eight people if he’s already hopelessly gone for one? It would be impossible. I was wrong. All eight of you showed me that love is so individualized per the relationship. It doesn’t really have a definite shape or limitation. Like I said, I didn’t get it at first, but now I do. If the heart calls for it, then… Look, I’m just really glad that I get to love Yuta...and you...and all of us the same. I’m… I…Thank you.”

Mark’s speech was a little flustered, but there was something profoundly touching about it. If Johnny could hold back his lust, he surely could hold back his emotion. 

It wasn’t possible. His eyes stung with unnoticeable tears. Decades, centuries...it didn’t matter. He was still a romantic, and he loved Mark.

“Yeah. Of course, Mark. My gosh, you caught me off guard.”

“Johnny? Are you upset?”

“No, no. I’m happy, Mark. So, so happy. I love you—all of you. I don’t know…how to even explain it. It’s important to me too, always. No matter how old I get.”

Johnny kissed both of Mark’s shoulders, and for good measure (also to disperse the tension brought on by his sudden swell of nostalgia), bit lightly against Mark’s left cheek, jostling both a swat and a laugh out of him.

“Wait a second. Are you hard?” Mark playfully asked, inciting the humorous atmosphere.

It was Johnny’s turn to laugh, and he threw his head back slightly before pressing it to Mark’s face.

“No, I’m not. What makes you think so?” 

He gathered Mark closer and mirthfully bit his ear. The latter’s tinkling laughter continued at higher pitches, and Johnny’s mouth stretched into a smile that refused to break.

“Yes, you are! I can’t believe it! I made you cum twice! You’re crazy!”

“Nah, a vampire.”

“I can’t believe you have energy for more. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Alright, alright. When we get out of the bath, read me more poetry, okay? I promise that I’ll pay attention this time.”

“Johnny!”