and the grip on his shoulder tightened. The wet kisses at the base of his neck became a sharp bite and Mark cried out, cum flooding out of him in dizzying waves.
Chance stilled behind him, groaning loudly into Mark's ear while his cock swelled in Mark's ass, filling the condom with his release. Chance fell against Mark's back, trembling and panting, and Mark dropped down onto the mattress, carrying Chance with him. They stayed like that, with Chance piled on top of Mark in a sweaty heap, his dick still buried deep in Mark's ass, until their breathing evened.
Mark began to chuckle. Swinging his arm behind himself, Mark grasped the back of Chance's thigh and squeezed. "You all right back there?"
He felt Chance shake his head before he rolled off to the side. Mark winced from the sharp pain following the hasty exit. Nate had always finished that way, pulling out quickly and rolling away. Mark never did get used to that. But the thought was banished abruptly by a cool hand sliding down his back, over the curve of his ass and back up to his neck.
No, this sweet, inexperienced young man was nothing like his former selfish and inconsiderate lover. "Damn, Chance. You've ruined me. I swear I can't move. You wore this old man out."
Chance dropped his gaze and his face immediately flushed red in an adorable blush. "I didn't last long." He removed the condom and tossed it into the trashcan beside the bed.
Mark shrugged. "Neither did I."
Chance rolled back into his arms and smiled down at him, running a hand over his chest and carding his fingers through his chest hair. "And you are not old at all, Mister." Chance kissed him, snaking his hand down Mark's chest and over his belly, down to his groin where Mark's prick stood at half-mast. "An old man couldn't get it up again so fast." Chance's fingers curled around Mark's shaft and Mark groaned, grabbing Chance by the ass and pulling his lean body on top of him, aligning their cocks and pressing their erections together.
"I haven't been this inspired in over a year, baby. All this excitement will probably give me a heart attack."
Mark gasped and bucked against Chance while the younger man's tongue slid across his nipple and up to his throat. Chance nipped gently at Mark's chin and continued to torture Mark's sensitive nipple with his fingers as they rocked together slowly.
"Nonsense. You're what? Thirty-five maybe? You look younger than my father, at least, and I refuse to consider that old."
Mark laughed and smacked Chance on the ass, startling a surprised yelp out him. "Thank you for pointing out the fact that I'm old enough to be your father!"
Chance grinned at him, his blue eyes shining with mischief as he spread his legs and straddled Mark's hip, giving him leverage to grind their erections together more forcefully. "So what's the problem, big guy?" He slid his hands between their bodies and wrapped both their cocks together in his palms. "If I remember correctly, you picked me up in a leather bar. You even called me your 'boy,' didn't you? You don't want to be my 'leather daddy'?"
Chance ended on a gasp, his head thrown back and his mouth open. Mark worked his fingers into the cleft of Chance's ass and brushed his thumb softly over Chance's hole. Chance began writhing on top of him, his hands squeezing them together forcefully while he thrust in a frantic rhythm. A few moments later the movement stopped, Chance moaning out Mark's name while his entire body went taut as a bowstring. The muscles in his face went slack and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, but the corded muscles in his neck and chest strained against their limits.
Watching Chance's face and feeling his warm release against his own cock and belly sent Mark over the edge with him, both of them coming hard and finishing in a hot, sweaty heap. Mark ran his fingers through the tangled mess of Chance's hair, now sticky from a combination of sweat and the gel he'd used to tame it the night before.
Chance
Chance stilled behind him, groaning loudly into Mark's ear while his cock swelled in Mark's ass, filling the condom with his release. Chance fell against Mark's back, trembling and panting, and Mark dropped down onto the mattress, carrying Chance with him. They stayed like that, with Chance piled on top of Mark in a sweaty heap, his dick still buried deep in Mark's ass, until their breathing evened.
Mark began to chuckle. Swinging his arm behind himself, Mark grasped the back of Chance's thigh and squeezed. "You all right back there?"
He felt Chance shake his head before he rolled off to the side. Mark winced from the sharp pain following the hasty exit. Nate had always finished that way, pulling out quickly and rolling away. Mark never did get used to that. But the thought was banished abruptly by a cool hand sliding down his back, over the curve of his ass and back up to his neck.
No, this sweet, inexperienced young man was nothing like his former selfish and inconsiderate lover. "Damn, Chance. You've ruined me. I swear I can't move. You wore this old man out."
Chance dropped his gaze and his face immediately flushed red in an adorable blush. "I didn't last long." He removed the condom and tossed it into the trashcan beside the bed.
Mark shrugged. "Neither did I."
Chance rolled back into his arms and smiled down at him, running a hand over his chest and carding his fingers through his chest hair. "And you are not old at all, Mister." Chance kissed him, snaking his hand down Mark's chest and over his belly, down to his groin where Mark's prick stood at half-mast. "An old man couldn't get it up again so fast." Chance's fingers curled around Mark's shaft and Mark groaned, grabbing Chance by the ass and pulling his lean body on top of him, aligning their cocks and pressing their erections together.
"I haven't been this inspired in over a year, baby. All this excitement will probably give me a heart attack."
Mark gasped and bucked against Chance while the younger man's tongue slid across his nipple and up to his throat. Chance nipped gently at Mark's chin and continued to torture Mark's sensitive nipple with his fingers as they rocked together slowly.
"Nonsense. You're what? Thirty-five maybe? You look younger than my father, at least, and I refuse to consider that old."
Mark laughed and smacked Chance on the ass, startling a surprised yelp out him. "Thank you for pointing out the fact that I'm old enough to be your father!"
Chance grinned at him, his blue eyes shining with mischief as he spread his legs and straddled Mark's hip, giving him leverage to grind their erections together more forcefully. "So what's the problem, big guy?" He slid his hands between their bodies and wrapped both their cocks together in his palms. "If I remember correctly, you picked me up in a leather bar. You even called me your 'boy,' didn't you? You don't want to be my 'leather daddy'?"
Chance ended on a gasp, his head thrown back and his mouth open. Mark worked his fingers into the cleft of Chance's ass and brushed his thumb softly over Chance's hole. Chance began writhing on top of him, his hands squeezing them together forcefully while he thrust in a frantic rhythm. A few moments later the movement stopped, Chance moaning out Mark's name while his entire body went taut as a bowstring. The muscles in his face went slack and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, but the corded muscles in his neck and chest strained against their limits.
Watching Chance's face and feeling his warm release against his own cock and belly sent Mark over the edge with him, both of them coming hard and finishing in a hot, sweaty heap. Mark ran his fingers through the tangled mess of Chance's hair, now sticky from a combination of sweat and the gel he'd used to tame it the night before.
Chance
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