Page 35 of Marked By Shadows

“You know what’s one of the best things about cosplay specific material?” I asked him in-between sucking on one nipple, and pinching the other with my fingers. His hips arched against me, pressing his cock to rub against mine. I gasped and took a deep breath to keep from coming from the friction alone.

“It makes you want to jump my bones?” Alex asked as he leaned into my touch. His fingers wound up in my hair, not pushing or pulling, just resting there.

“That too,” I assured him. “However, it’s made pretty stain resistant.” I reached down to unbutton his pants and carefully slid the zipper down. The vibrant purple of his fitted boxer briefs peeking through the fabric made me smile. A wet spot began to grow and I pushed the fabric back to find his weeping cock hard and ready. Taking the weight of it in my hand I continued the teasing of his nipples, delicacies beneath the edges of that shimmering fabric, while I stroked him.

“Hey, you too,” Alex protested. He always tried to focus on my pleasure.

“Oh, I plan on enjoying myself. Promise.” I worked him with my hand, rubbing him, root to tip, taunting the sensitive head of his cock with my thumb.

He cupped the back of my head, forcing me upward to meet his lips again and devouring my mouth as though he were trying to force the heightened level of his passion into my mouth. But I didn’t need it.

“Fuck,” Alex groaned into my lips. “You too, please. Not just me. It’s so much better when it’s both of us.” I could edge him for hours, and he wouldn’t come unless I did. Other times I begged to watch him come apart. Those he had to work harder for. Alex was not a man who did voyeurism for sex. Not when he was the subject being watched. He didn’t even watch well, often having to put his hands on me within only a few minutes after I began a sexy dance, or a teasing progression of touching myself.

“Yes,” I agreed and shifted in my seat a little so I could unzip my own pants, and free my cock. I reached across the counter to squirt some of the hand lotion into my palm, and stroked myself firmly, twice. The sound of wet, slick flesh, filled the room. I squeezed Alex gently with my other hand. “This what you want?”

“Yes!” Alex cried. “Please, fucking please. Touch us.” I slid our cocks together, taking both of us in hand, smearing the lotion and our precome between us, helping to slick the glide. It always took a few minutes of adjustment to get my hand right, comfortable, my ass resting firmly on his thighs. He gripped my waist, fingers caressing but not delicate. His lips returned to mine, arms around me, pulling me closer, begging for more.

I breathed out a deep breath, resting my forehead on his to stare into the intensity of his gaze as I worked us together. His hands dug into my ass, a firm grip to go with his adoring eyes. We danced together for a few minutes. A waltz of sweet kisses, moving hips, and gasping breaths.

I loved tasting his lips. He might not have the experience of other men, but he made it up with curiosity and passion. Alex got really good at mimicking what I did, nipping, sucking, a tiny bit of his lower lip sucked beneath my teeth. Eventually he’d get lost in the passion and his kiss would turn a little wild. More devouring than exploring. That was always how I knew he was close, which was good since I was too.

The tingle in my balls, rising fast, warned me the release was coming. I cupped my hand over the tip to catch most of the mess, and spurted into my palm.

“Fuck,” Alex said long and slow, his cock twitching a little as his release followed mine. I caught most of this release on my shirt rather than his outfit, and kissed him on the lips for a few seconds before reaching over to the counter for a tissue.

Alex relaxed in the chair, like he’d gone boneless. His softening cock still peeking from between white pants and vibrant purple underwear. His shirt pushed open to reveal nipples still hard pink nubs begging to be touched. He looked like a debauched angel right then. A prince of some foreign kingdom who’d been led down the path of sexual awakening. I sighed as I looked him over, feeling my body respond again. I could have taken pictures and made a fortune by posting them up on porn sites.

“You are so hot,” I told him.

He blinked at me, like his brain was still in orgasm mode, synapses misfiring. “I’mhot?” he muttered, like I was just too much to believe sometimes. “Come stick your cock in my mouth and I’ll show you hot,” he promised.

Of course that was all it took to wake me up again. Alex smirked. “Perk of having a hot younger boyfriend. Can I eat your ass too? You bought me a superhot dragon thing and I promised to dine on you extensively. I brought lube and condoms when I grabbed your stuff.”

I gaped at him. “Were you planning to sex me up, sir?”

“Yes. Though I guess me being a hot daddy, helps, yeah?”

I sighed and crawled back into his lap to kiss him again. “Yes, yes, it does.”

Chapter 12

To say we went to bed late was an understatement. After a bit more play in the cosplay cabin, I had insisted on taking a few pictures of him looking sexy, almost too sexy. One set I’d taken had been with one nipple showing, and his pants unbuttoned, underwear shoved down, leaving his delightful treasure trail and delicious skin on view. Not enough to make anything X-rated, that edge of naughty but still covered, that left enough to the imagination to keep people coming back. I had a few on my phone of more revealing pictures which Alex made me promise not to show anyone.

Sharing the pictures was not on my agenda. In fact, I planned to guard them a bit jealously. But I did get his full measurements and a few pictures of him looking very pristine, as much as an evening of sex would allow. His lips looked a little swollen from all the kissing, and I’d left a few little marks on his chest, but those were easy enough to cover with fabric. My clothes had taken more damage than his as I’d used my shirt to wipe up several ribbons of come.

By the time we’d gotten back to our cabin and collapsed into bed it was after two in the morning. So when Alex roused me to remind me we needed to go get breakfast, I grumbled at him the entire way until he shoved a cup of coffee into my hands and sat me at the table in the main house.

“You promised you weren’t a morning person,” I accused him.

He kissed my cheek. “Drink your coffee. You always feel better after the caffeine starts to kick in.”

“Rather kick your ass,” I mumbled into my cup.

“Kiss my ass?” Alex inquired, purposely misquoting me, I was sure. “What if I promise to lick yours later?”

Fuck, I was not ready for the lift that brought to my cock. It was too early. Not enough coffee and too much stress running through my veins. I glared at him. He stared back with a slightly lifted brow and a boyish grin. How could he be so adorable this early in the morning? His hair was a bit wild again, pulled back in a loose sort of top of the head ponytail. Not a manbun as he couldn’t really get it to stay in that shape, but not quite a raging puffball. He must have put product in it already since the curls were large and ringed.

Alex leaned forward and kissed the tip of my nose. “The way you look at me.”