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It’s fairly late at night, the usually busy restaurant looks empty if not for himself and Mark, who agreed to wait for him at his office while he worked, so they could go home together after closing hours. He gives a final check up on the cashier, when he hears Mark’s voice calling out his name further inside the building. He doesn’t bother answering, he is almost done turning off the lights and locking the doors, he’ll go over to his office in a second.
After making sure everything is off and also turning off the storage room lights, he starts walking his way over to his office door, he hears a small frustrated huff coming from inside, likely a very frustrated Mark awaits and that was the reasoning for him calling. He opens the door with no further wait, ready to call Mark to get going, but his train of thought is roughly interrupted by the mere sight he catches through the crack in the door. Back facing the door, he sees Mark sitting on his knees, one hand gripping the couch’s back almost aggressively, while the other leads downwards, holding one of the pillows between his legs. The gentle rocking of his hips denounce him fairly easily, if not for the quiet precious moans he lets out. Even if Sam wasn’t madly in love with him, there would be no other feasible reaction other than pure shock. He’s frozen by the door, body reacting immediately to the protagonist of his fantasies looking so lewd right in front of his eyes.
- Fuck, nng - His sounds so quiet, likely attempting to not be heard. - Sam, please, need you. - He whines out while resting his head against the back of the couch, body clearly getting restless. He keeps on letting out little frustrated grunts.
- Uhh… Mark? - Sam finally breaks out, as flattered as he is, this feels wrong, like he’s invading Mark’s privacy. - Are you ready? - He sees Mark’s body freeze, almost as if he was acting as a statue.
- Shit… Sam I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing God I’m sorry, this must feel so weird to you I’m sorry. - Mark starts rambling as his back straightens and he turns his head back to look at Sam, avoiding his eyes like the plague.
- It’s okay, I don’t think it’s weird, I’m flattered if anything. - Sam's brain screams WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? as he utters the genuinely first thoughts that come to mind to calm Mark's worries down.
- You what? I mean it’s okay Sam I’m aware this is a bit weird . - He says slouching down, very prominently embarrassed at the situation he put himself in.
- I take it as a compliment. - Sam says laughing a bit to ease the mood, followed by a short moment of silence. - What… what were you imagining? - Sam asks in a voice just as quiet as Mark’s, and once again his brain is not on board screaming to STOP TALKING .
- I- I uh, what do you mean I, what? - Mark brain short circuits, unsure if he should actually answer that .
- You were asking for me, and said you needed me. What did you want my help with? - Sam starts walking closer, the realization that the man in front of him is painfully aroused at the thought of him starts to slowly take control of his senses, he just needs to know.
- Fuck, It’s just, hard to cum like this. I’m used to having something in me, you know? - Mark looks back at Sam who looks as if he could devour him at any given moment, looking like an animal driven purely by his primal needs.
- You wanted me to fuck you? Is that it? - He reaches the couch, stopping just behind Mark, resting his hand on the arch of his back, a gentle but purposeful touch. - Were you imagining that, Mark? Did you want me to hear so I could come fuck you? Tell me, I deserve to know don’t you think?
- No I swear, I just needed to get off, but I couldn't. Being filled would’ve helped, that’s all. - Mark’s body shivers as Sam’s hand slides over to grab his waist.
- You could’ve just fingered yourself Mark, but you wanted me didn’t you? - He makes his way to Mark’s ear, breath hot as he whispers. His free hand places at the base of his neck, slowly rising to grip onto Mark’s hair, pulling his head slightly back making his neck exposed. - How am I supposed to help if you won’t tell me what you want hm? - He asks as he moves to lick a daring stripe up the side of Mark’s neck.
- Sam, just need you, want you. Need you everywhere, please. - Mark states, as his hips start humping the pillow beneath him again. Body already reacting to the promise of his fantasies, cute.
- Okay baby, I’m here. - Sam says as he leaves a loving kiss just behind Mark’s ear. - Let’s get you out of these pants hm? Can’t be comfortable getting off in these work pants.
Sam takes a step back, reluctant to let go of Mark’s waist even for a minute, but still allowing Mark to awkwardly get rid of the pair of pants, throwing them off to Somewhere . It just so seems the surprises won’t end today, because Sam has the shocking realization Mark never removed any underwear, he didn’t have any … He worked all day with no underwear.
- Jesus Mark. Fucking slut, were you thinking about this the whole day? Is that why you couldn’t wait a few hours to get home? You needed my cock that badly? - Sam’s hands meet Mark's waist once more, as if they should’ve never left. Mark whines at his words, body arching back to his touch, anxious to be closer .
- Yes I need you so bad. I need your cock, please. Please, I need you. - Mark seems desperate, whining as he begs for time to pass faster so he can have what he wants sooner. He raises his hips up, bending his back to rest his head on the backrest, giving light to the sinful image of his glistening pussy, plump and a dripping mess, worn out from being stimulated for god knows how long.
- Okay angel, sit back down, you’re not coming like this. - Mark complies immediately, but cocks his head to the side with a small huh in confusion. - What? I wanna see you make yourself come, isn’t that what you were doing when you expected me to walk in? You knew anyone could walk in and you presented yourself to the door, such a slut. Now come on if you wanna cum start humping, baby.
- But I need you to fuck me, please. - Mark exclaims although his hips are already complying, moving with determination, ripping out a few small moans from his lips. - Please Sam.
- You really need to learn how to wait, couldn’t wait to get home, can’t wait to be fucked. Tsk . I think you look the prettiest like this. - His right hand moves to grip his ass to his hip, guiding the movement of Mark’s hips, which brings out a long moan from him. While his left one reaches for his jaw, turning his face towards himself. - Aren’t you gonna cum like this, when anyone could walk in and see you, you like that right? My fucking whore. - Finally breaking the space between them with a tongue filled kiss, it’s aggressive, full of hunger that had been harbored for way too long. He bites on Mark's lower lip following with his tongue, desiring to devour him whole, whose moans start to get louder and louder.
- Ah, I’m close please, I want you. - His hips stutter as his body begins trembling, close enough to the edge but not enough to cross it, but it changes as Sam’s right hand slides from his neck to his nipples, twisting one between his fingers. And his right one reaches further down, past his ass, as his temptive middle finger dips into the warm wetness, finding no barriers to bury itself inside, hammering with force. Mark’s body starts shaking, rhythm lost on his hips, as he orgasms, unsure if he should ride the finger in him or get away from it. Moans loud enough that if someone was still here, they could redact each word he said.
- That’s it baby, you did so well, my pretty slut, felt so tight on just my finger. - Sam says as he still hammers his finger nonstop in Mark's pussy, who starts to shy away in overstimulation, only to be forced back onto his finger by his left hand guiding his hip backwards. - Too sensitive baby? - Mark silently nods - Too bad, you wanted my cock, I’m not gonna break my promise right? Not after you did so well. - He says as he slowly fits a second finger in his eager cunt. Stabbing them in with precision and rhythm, holding Mark still who is crying out against the couch, moaning sinfully, begging for more as he tries to shy away.
- Please, too much, please more, Sam. - His body caves in as he starts trying to ride back the fingers in him. Sam only sees it as incentive to fuck a third finger in, mercilessly hammering inside Mark’s pussy, quickly followed by a fourth one for safety measures, which has Mark pathetically clenching around him, trying to keep his fingers in. - Want your cock, please.
- Okay baby, I think you can take my cock now. - Sam swiftly reaches for one of the drawers on his desk for a condom but is stopped by Mark’s hand. “NO, no please, need to feel you inside please.”. In other circumstances he would’ve thought it through but he was also throbbing and needed to be inside Mark as soon as possible. Sam then unbuttons his own pants, freeing his aroused cock, grabbing it to slide between Mark’s folds, using his wetness as lube as he tips it in. Moving it in slowly as Mark’s walls grip on him tightly, slow until he bottoms down. Left hand sliding up to Mark’s head, firmly gripping his hair and pulling him back while pulling out almost completely and pistoning back in, following with a brute force, thrusts eliciting practical screams from Mark, all incoherent. - Needed this so badly, huh? Little doll just wanted his cunt to be used. Wish they could see you like this.
Mark sounds destroyed as he starts crying in overstimulation, a second orgasm already hitting him like a truck, his pussy clenching tight and having Sam follow right through, releasing deep inside Mark, who seems evidently pleased at that. Sam pulls out after a few breathy minutes, tucking his flaccid shaft back in his pants.
- Mark, can you walk darling? We need to get you cleaned up but the bathroom here is shit. I’ll get my car to get us home okay? - He reaches for Mark’s tear stained face, wiping the tears off and leaving a small peck on his lips. Then returning to a asleep Mark, picking him up bridal style and placing him on the passenger side, staring at his sated sleepy self, How lucky he is to have him in his life.