I wonder how Marco would react if he discovered his smaller partner was actually stronger than him.
His partner would find a particularly good rhythm to their sloppy head they were giving him while their arms rested over his thighs and interlaced their fingers at his lower belly over his happy trail.
After they rip out a toe-curling orgasm from the first commander they still wouldn't stop swirling their tongue over his sensitive tip. Marco would grunt and tell them that that's enough and he's good now through his ragged pitiful speech and try to twist away.
Only for their partner to press down on his hips and thighs with their 'comfortable' position.
It was never about comfort.
It was about keeping their lover down and at their mercy while they sucked and licked his soul out of his cock. Mixing in sucking on his balls and giving them delectable sucks with moans in between causing Marco to try and fail at bucking his hips.
Ohhhhhh the shock and soon-to-be shrill panic that coursed through his veins as he'd start to try and kick his legs and rip their partner's arms away from him.
Their partner, not even a little bothered, would keep at it-SAVORING this moment. They got through to Marco.
He gave in. He pleaded. He sobbed for it to stop, it felt so good it hurt. He was sure if he came one more time he'd piss himself. Which was something his pride could not handle.
He was thoroughly broken and left shaking in the euphoric aftershocks as his lovely partner detached themselves from his body as they gave him a filthy satisfied grin.
And his partner, ever the caretaker and sweetheart, would clean him up with a warm wet rag then give him a smooch on the head and tuck him into bed.
"Goodnight dear~"
Marco passed out the second that blanket hit him 💙
