Both of them discarded their remaining clothing in scattered piles on the out-of-date carpet. The bedspread was rough under Markus’ ass, over-washed and yet still unclean somehow. Once again, it only added to the allure, along with the half-open blinds that looked out onto the storm and the lights, both holiday and generic, that flickered past.
Markus spit into his hand and jerked himself off as he lay horizontal on the bed. He used his spit to finger himself while he watched Joel grab the lube from his backpack. He added that to his c**k instead, and then kissed Markus’s ear before he took over. Markus allowed his entire body to give over to Joel’s touches, kisses, to whatever Joel wanted. It occurred to him as Joel became fixated and utterly focused on giving Markus pleasure as much as
