You knew from the moment marks hands slithered around your waist at seventeen that things would be tough, complicated and difficult. you were just a human after all and he a half alien super hero who had way more interesting things such as fighting in space or saving life’s. At times there was a perfect balance, you appreciated it from mark, he’d rush to dates after missions, dripping sweat and at times blood but he wouldn’t even mention it, despite your efforts to comfort him he’d say “mission went well, I want to hear about you”.
He’d cover you with kisses, mark you up, make you dinner and there wouldn’t be a single moment where his hands were not on you. Whether that be squeezing your thigh or playing with your hair. He’d nuzzle his head into your neck “missed this, missed you” he’d mumble, almost inaudible. It felt so so nice, you’d forget that you hadn’t seen him in months.
But this time stung, you knew it wasn’t his fault, you knew that the moment he landed on earth he’d latch onto you, however it was hard to make excuses for him when your mother or a friend would ask where mark was they’d just assume you had broken up and you couldn’t do much about it, just grit your teeth and say “he’s on a trip” at least William understood.
The sun was shining down, burning everyone’s skin, William beside you, he had helped you apply sunscreen twice, yet you felt a sun burn coming in. “Can people stop using ai” you whine, William chuckles “preach” he says “pool?” His eyes flicker to you, you consider before standing up from the pool chair.
It was mid July, last time you had seen mark it was winter, all the way back in January, you had distracted yourself with finals, friends, family but your mind would always linger back to mark, was he injured?, trapped? Worse scenario dead. You went through all of second semester of your sophomore year in college without him, it was truly agonizing.
William went in first, head first, creating a huge splash of water, then you, you tipped your toes in first “man it’s cold” you muttered “perfect” before jumping in cannon ball. You reach the bottom of the pool before eventually rising to the top, you gasp for air, the chlorine of the water burning your eyes.
It was refreshing against the skin that was once burning under the sun, Williams eyes flickered to yours “he’ll be back soon” he says abruptly causing your mouth to be agape. Mark hasn’t been a topic on your tongue in many many months. William got the hint a while back when your face would suddenly sink at the slightest mention of him.
You’ve felt so sullen these past couple months, you let out a sigh, breathing in “yea it’s just-…I feel a bit hopeless” you admit, your eyes meet Williams, you appreciate him so much in that moment, he’s like a shot of espresso. “Cmon, let’s try out these water guns” he switches the conversation, he knows you so well.
It’s late in the day, around five pm when you and William decide to get out of the pool, he gets out first “I’ll go grab us towels, popsicles and something to eat” before you can say okay he’s already gone, Williams house was so fancy, you decide to lounge for a bit, you wore a pink polka dot two piece. Your body in shape, defined, caused by your sudden interest in the gym due to how sad you were, it put your mind on something other than mark and because of it, you were fit.
You spread tanner on your skin, massaging it evenly laying out your towel, before laying down, lounging. You hadn’t brought anything to cover your eyes so the sun was blinding you directly, you closed them and decided to relax, then suddenly it was almost as if the sun had been covered with a blanket.
Opening your eyes you find Mark Grayson standing above you, his pupils are blown, making direct eye contact with you, your heart thumps at his presence “mark…” you say breathless, the months of missing him, yearning, missing his touch, were coming to an end. He said your name too, his voice raspy. He couldn’t help but look at you from head to toe, you were laid out perfectly for him and he could tell how much definition you had done the past couple months.
He lowered his body down, his hands attaching to your legs, your thighs, squeezing the flesh. You let out a whine at the sensation, your legs spreading unconsciously. You didn’t care to ask when he had arrived or how he knew you were there, you just needed him badly. Your hands attached to cup his face “I love you” you needed to say it, he replies “love you so so much” his voice becomes slightly inaudible when he lowers his head down to your neck, pressing wet hot kisses, then down to your abdomen, he sucks and presses hickeys, while you squirm “m-mark” you let out. “Mmh-… m- so sorry” he whimpers, his apologies filing your ears, “been so-… l-long” his free hand squeezes your ass, you expect a bruise there in the morning.
You pray William won’t show up because the way mark is touching you, makes you want to come undone. Finally he lifts his face up to press your lips together, your plush rims attacking each other, he hums against your skin “did you touch yourself when I was gone” his mouth trails around your skin leaving an occasional bite. You lick your lips and admit with a tiny soft “yes…” it was the truth, but how could you not? Months of sexual frustration built up “but nothing compares to you” you admit.
Your body arches up when his hands slip under your pink polka dot top squeezing your left breast, fondling it, “sweet sweet girl” he murmurs “beautiful, gorgeous” his thumb swipes your nipple, pinching it ever so slightly. “Mark-…” you breath out “William might see…” but he’s already found a solution “his boyfriend came over, we’ll be fine” hearing this you find yourself loosing it, you won’t get caught and in honesty you don’t care to risk it.
He unties the top leaving you bare from your breasts, he immediately latches on , kissing, sucking, and licking. “Missed your sweet supple skin baby” his mouth sucking on your breast while his free hand fondled the other. “Marky” you moan, he slips off the second piece of the swimsuit “all for me” he says under his breath, he kisses your pelvic bone trailing down before eventually making it to your warmth. He kisses before licking a line down your slit, “already so wet?” He mocks you, but how can you get mad at him when he’s making you feel so so good?.
Of course he was right, you were already soaking wet, from the moment you opened your eyes and saw him, over you, covering the hot sun.
He began kissing your warm sweet folds, using his tongue to make you squirm. His hands held your thighs down firmly so you wouldn’t move around as he worked his tongue on you “shit shit” you gasped, you were about to cover your mouth with your hand “wanna hear you baby” mark said looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes. How could you rob him of such pleasure? His tongue curled in ways unimaginable, hitting crevices and making you see stars.
In a way this is him saying sorry and your moans are a way of forgiving him, the hand once on your mouth is now entangled in his hair as he eats you out. There’s an occasional plopping wet sound as he sucks, his tongue begins to vibrate against the bud. Your hands pull even more on his hair, it’s probably painful but you just don’t care. “Mark!” You let out a loud moan , your thighs press together encaging mark which only makes his tongue slid deeper “I’m gonna-…” you breath out, panting, “cmon baby cum for me” mark says and on command you do.
Your orgasm fills marks ears, you encage mark even more as you ruin his face with cum, panting , breathless, mark lays your legs down to lean up and kiss you on the mouth, “missed you so much” he says pulling you into a hug, his hands slithering around you. A warm smile appears on your face “love you, you have so much catching up to do with me” your both sweating heavily as the sun casts down on you.
mark grayson; sun tanned kisses