Play Along by Mathilde Watson

covers. He crowded behind Mark, his soft hand lightly caressing the curve of his ass. Mark could feel his fingers trembling as they slowly inched closer to the where his own fingers were working.
    "I, uh… Mark? I've never done this before. I'm not… I don't know…" Chance's voice was hesitant, but the pressure on his ass increased, and Chance's fingers bumped against his own, circling Mark's perineum.
    Mark moaned and pushed his ass into Chance's touch. Chance was nervous, but there was desire and excitement in his voice and in the tentative touch. It didn't surprise Mark that Chance had never topped before. He'd suspected as much, and even hoped for it—he wanted to be the one who gave Chance that experience.
    He ' d seen the resignation on Chance ' s face last night, before Mark asked him to stay. They ' d agreed to have sex, nothing more, and when it was over Chance probably felt as if he ' d been used and was being excused. That was how one - night stands worked, but Mark didn ' t want things to end like that with Chance. He remembered those feelings from his time with Nate , and Mark wanted to be sure this kid knew that sex and love didn ' t have to be like that. It shouldn ' t be like that.
    He twisted around and looked back over his shoulder at Chance, grinning when he met wide, excited, lust-filled eyes. Mark slipped his fingers out and tilted his ass toward Chance.
    "You've got nothing to worry about. Fucking is all instinct. You want to, right?"
    "I don't want to hurt you." Chance's protest was weak, his hand and eyes never leaving Mark's ass.
    Mark chuckled and pulled his knees up under his stomach, wiggling his ass. " Baby, you aren ' t going to hurt me. I have bottomed before, and I know what to expect. Your ass is going to hurt more tonight than mine is, no matter what you do to me. "
    Chance nodded absently while his fingers pushed between Mark's cheeks, pressing experimentally against Mark's hole. Mark groaned and pushed back. "Want you in me."
    The hand pulled away and Mark heard the crinkle of a condom packet. Grinning, he spread his legs wider and lowered himself onto his elbows, leaving his ass sticking up in the air, open and waiting for Chance.
    Soon Mark felt his lover's warmth move in close behind him and he felt a gentle but insistent pressure against his hole. Mark pushed out and rocked back, allowing the crown of Chance's cock to enter him.
    Chance yelled something unintelligible, grabbing Mark's hips with a tight grip, and slamming himself fully into Mark's waiting body. The onslaught began immediately, with Chance pumping himself fast and hard in and out of Mark's body without a moment's pause. Mark bit his lip and braced himself more firmly against the mattress, careful not to cry out.
    Chance's inexperience showed; he didn't give Mark an opportunity to adjust, and at first it was a little painful. The pain didn't last long though, and a few thrusts later Mark was pushing back into Chance's frantic rhythm. God, how he'd missed this!
    Mark tensed, clamping and releasing his ass muscles around Chance's cock as hard and fast as he could, milking the younger man's dick with his ass. Mark had always preferred to bottom, and the tricks he'd used to drive his partner wild were quickly coming back to him.
    "Oh, shit! Mark! Mark…" Chance began chanting and pumping faster.
    Then Mark felt a sudden weight on his back and Chance's mouth pressing kisses along his spine. An arm wrapped around his chest, clinging to his shoulder while the other hand slid between Mark's legs and grasped his cock.
    It surprised Mark that Chance had the presence of mind to reach around and help him. The care made his heart falter and his dick even harder. Or maybe that was due to how Chance was now bumping Mark's prostate with every thrust.
    "Oh God, Chance!" Mark moaned, pumping frantically between the tight grip around his dick and the hard cock up his ass. He turned to kiss and lick at the fingers of Chance's other hand,