kicked off his shoes, ripped off his tie, and dropped his tuxedo jacket on the floor. Marco remained quiet. He hadn't seen Frazier this angry since the last time another designer had pilfered one of his original designs. Frazier's lips were pinched together so tightly his chin was vibrating.
"You acted like a fool tonight, Marco,” Frazier said, breaking the silence. “I'm surprised Molly didn't slap you across the face.” He pulled down his pants and kicked them to the side. Normally, he would have placed them neatly over the sofa.
Marco didn't reply. His back was to Frazier. He was at the edge of the bed removing his own clothes. Though he was still slightly drunk, his penis was semi-erect and he felt like making love. But more than that, he knew he'd acted like an idiot in front of his guests and he wanted to make it up to Frazier by offering him the best anniversary present he could. Marco knew his lover and partner well. He knew what made Frazier's toes curl and he knew how to please him. As lovers, they were complete opposites. Frazier was aggressive and blunt in bed and he didn't have to be in the mood for sex—he was always ready to fill a hole with his dick. Marco was submissive and gentle, and sex was an emotional, romantic event for him. He had to think about what he was doing, and he had to be in the mood to enjoy sex. But when they had sex, Marco always had to be the one to make the first move. Frazier had never been the first one to initiate sex because he hated to be turned down if Marco wasn't in the mood. Though Marco told him it wasn't personal, Frazier's huge ego couldn't deal with being turned down. In the twenty years they had been together, they'd learned how to handle these things. Thankfully, Marco was usually in the mood.
So while Frazier was still complaining about the way Marco had behaved, Marco removed all of his clothes and moved to where Frazier was undressing. Frazier had removed everything but his white boxer shorts. Marco had always joked with him about the fact that he wore boxers instead of briefs. But Marco loved his boxer shorts. He thought they were sexy and masculine, and they made Frazier's hairy legs look adorable. The trait Marco had always found the most sexually appealing about Frazier was that he didn't have the perfect, lean body of a male model. Frazier had body of a real man, with natural definition and a slight amount of untrimmed body hair. He had a good body, but he didn't lift weights and he didn't have washboard abs. When they'd first met, Frazier had reminded Marco of a combination of Kevin Costner and a real professional baseball player, with his deep smooth voice and large strong hands.
Marco reached for Frazier's right arm and lifted it slowly. He guided Frazier's palm to his ass and said, “I love angry sex. We haven't had angry sex in a long time.” The wonderful thing about their relationship was that the sex they shared tended to vary from time to time. They went through periods where it remained the same for long stretches: Frazier would bend Marco over, fuck him hard, and they'd both climax together. But then there were times when Frazier felt a little kinky and he'd ask Marco to wear some type of leather gear, or he'd ask him if they could have sex outside on the rooftop deck in broad daylight where anyone could see them. The sex Marco had always enjoyed the most was the angry sex. This didn't happen often either, because Frazier wasn't usually angry with him.
Frazier pressed his palm into Marco's ass and said, “I felt like slapping you tonight myself. You were awful. And you gave Harris a good floor show."
Marco looked into his eyes. He lifted his right eyebrow and said, “Slap me now, Frazier. I was very bad tonight. Slap me hard."
Frazier stared for a moment, then he bit his bottom lip and gave Marco a hard crack on the ass.
The slap stung; his ass tingled. Marco's body jerked and he pressed his palms against Frazier's naked chest for support.
"You acted like a fool tonight, Marco,” Frazier said, breaking the silence. “I'm surprised Molly didn't slap you across the face.” He pulled down his pants and kicked them to the side. Normally, he would have placed them neatly over the sofa.
Marco didn't reply. His back was to Frazier. He was at the edge of the bed removing his own clothes. Though he was still slightly drunk, his penis was semi-erect and he felt like making love. But more than that, he knew he'd acted like an idiot in front of his guests and he wanted to make it up to Frazier by offering him the best anniversary present he could. Marco knew his lover and partner well. He knew what made Frazier's toes curl and he knew how to please him. As lovers, they were complete opposites. Frazier was aggressive and blunt in bed and he didn't have to be in the mood for sex—he was always ready to fill a hole with his dick. Marco was submissive and gentle, and sex was an emotional, romantic event for him. He had to think about what he was doing, and he had to be in the mood to enjoy sex. But when they had sex, Marco always had to be the one to make the first move. Frazier had never been the first one to initiate sex because he hated to be turned down if Marco wasn't in the mood. Though Marco told him it wasn't personal, Frazier's huge ego couldn't deal with being turned down. In the twenty years they had been together, they'd learned how to handle these things. Thankfully, Marco was usually in the mood.
So while Frazier was still complaining about the way Marco had behaved, Marco removed all of his clothes and moved to where Frazier was undressing. Frazier had removed everything but his white boxer shorts. Marco had always joked with him about the fact that he wore boxers instead of briefs. But Marco loved his boxer shorts. He thought they were sexy and masculine, and they made Frazier's hairy legs look adorable. The trait Marco had always found the most sexually appealing about Frazier was that he didn't have the perfect, lean body of a male model. Frazier had body of a real man, with natural definition and a slight amount of untrimmed body hair. He had a good body, but he didn't lift weights and he didn't have washboard abs. When they'd first met, Frazier had reminded Marco of a combination of Kevin Costner and a real professional baseball player, with his deep smooth voice and large strong hands.
Marco reached for Frazier's right arm and lifted it slowly. He guided Frazier's palm to his ass and said, “I love angry sex. We haven't had angry sex in a long time.” The wonderful thing about their relationship was that the sex they shared tended to vary from time to time. They went through periods where it remained the same for long stretches: Frazier would bend Marco over, fuck him hard, and they'd both climax together. But then there were times when Frazier felt a little kinky and he'd ask Marco to wear some type of leather gear, or he'd ask him if they could have sex outside on the rooftop deck in broad daylight where anyone could see them. The sex Marco had always enjoyed the most was the angry sex. This didn't happen often either, because Frazier wasn't usually angry with him.
Frazier pressed his palm into Marco's ass and said, “I felt like slapping you tonight myself. You were awful. And you gave Harris a good floor show."
Marco looked into his eyes. He lifted his right eyebrow and said, “Slap me now, Frazier. I was very bad tonight. Slap me hard."
Frazier stared for a moment, then he bit his bottom lip and gave Marco a hard crack on the ass.
The slap stung; his ass tingled. Marco's body jerked and he pressed his palms against Frazier's naked chest for support.
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