#stevenmarc

Steven wakes up in the dead of night, still in his bed, to the feeling of someone behind him, pulling his pants down around his thighs. He starts to protest but he feels a large hand wrap over his mouth. He whimpers into the fingers of this unknown assailant.

“Don’t play coy Steven, I see the way you look in the mirror when you know I’m watching.”

It’s Marc.

That means they’re in the headspace, but this was new. Marc’s never done anything like this before. Steven feels the prod of Marc’s erection against his rear, but more than that, he feels Marc’s free hand snake around his waist to grab Steven’s cock in a caged fist. Steven breathes heavily into Marc’s palm.

“Leaking so much already, my needy boy. Just relax Steven, it’ll feel better if you just relax for me baby.”

Steven tries to relax, and when he does he can feel Marc’s thick length glide into his never penetrated entrance. Steven cries out in surprise. It’s painful, the stretch of his tight hole around the man’s girth, but once he lets the tension go, and he lets out a deep exhale, he can start to feel the pleasure of Marc’s evenly paced hand over his own erection while moving his length deeper inside.

“That’s it baby boy, let me take good care of you. I know exactly how you like it.” Marc’s tone is gruff and almost dark. “I see you peeking over at the mirror while you jerk yourself off every fucking night. You think I didn’t notice what a little tease you were being?”

Marc snaps his hips forward and Steven moans deeply. He’s never felt so full in all his life. Steven’s watering eyes roll back in his head while Marc fucks him harder. Marc was right, Steven had secretly been fisting his own release in the hopes that Marc might see him and would do something like this, but Steven wasn’t brave enough to just ask for it.

“You’re drooling so fucking much,” Marc took his hand off Steven’s mouth and grabbed his hair, tugging his head back. “Such a pathetic little boy you are. Can’t even ask me to fuck you. You’re so hard for me, so needy—fuck.”

Marc leans in and kisses Steven, moaning deep into his alter’s mouth. Steven groans in response. His eyes close but then snap back open when he feels Marc tug on his dark locks.

“You’re gonna fucking look at me while you coat my fingers Steven,” Marc’s hips start moving unevenly, “f-fuck you’re tight Steven, oh I’m gonna fill this little hole, nothing you can do about it…fuck it’s so good.”

“M-Marc, oh god, you’re so big I—I can’t handle anymore…gonna explode if you come in me!” Steven cries out in a mix of pleasure and pain as the man behind him starts slamming faster.

“Good, hope you’re so full of me that your tummy can’t take it…I want you crying on this cock Steven, f-fuck!”

Marc’s hips stop and he starts pumping Steven full of his hot cum, coating his walls and filling him to the brim. Steven couldn’t even utter a single word, his voice just a mess of raspy whines as he spills over Marc’s caged fingers. Marc brings his messy hand up to Steven’s mouth when he’s finished emptying into Marc’s palm.

He pries Steven’s lips open with his cum soaked fingers and slides them inside, “clean up this fucking mess you made, you filthy little boy.”

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