Just walking down the street was a challenge, they couldn’t clear a block without someone coming into their space having recognized Mark. Falcon couldn’t count how many photos were taken of them, probably more than a lifetime’s worth of pictures.
The closer they got to the studio lot the more dense the crowds were, it quickly became apparent that Mark should have been in disguise while out on the street.
“O.m.g its Mark Beaks!” Someone would shout, and like a heard of sheep a crowd would gather around them.
Mark hardly seemed affected by them, It was impressive watching how he could hold a conversation and eye contact with Falcon while simultaneously signing his name on a magazine that was pushed into his hands. It’s like he had done this a million times before.
Falcon was not so accommodating to those who stepped into his space.
“Hey Mark Beaks! I need a new pfp! Say cheese!” He shoved in between Mark and Falcon, splitting them apart enough to squeeze between. The stranger put his arm around the famous parrot as their faces pressed together for a sudden photo.
Falcon felt shoving between them, on instinct he grabbed the back of the mans shirt, pulling him off of Mark. Before tossing him to the ground Falcon grabbed the phone that was held out and crushed it in his grip.
“M-my phone!… I had all the photos of my new baby on there..” the stranger deflated sadly
“Serves you right for not having an automatic back up” Mark rolled his eyes. He took some cash out of his wallet, not bothering to count it before tossing it on the man to hopefully avoid any ramifications “get a new phone and stay out of my space” he discarded the man like he were inconsequential.
Mark put his hand on Falcons arm, he walked forward, pulling Falcon with him. He knew Falcon had a habit of crushing phones when he was frustrated “were almost at the news station” Mark assured, knowing the guards on duty wouldn’t allow so many civilians on the property during filming hours.
“A news station?” Falcon had a bad feeling
“Yeah” Mark cocked his brow “Where did you think we were going”
Falcon shrugged “I thought this was it"
“These people don’t have enough reach to tell my secrets” Mark clarified
Falcon felt nervous as they approached the studio. There was a guard at the gate, keeping the people tailing them off the property “Cant you just.. tweet it out?”
“Where is the presentation in that?” Mark reasoned.
They walked into a large news room, seeing Roxanne Featherly speaking to another one of their guests.
There were more screens in here than Mark had on his private jet. They stood behind a row of cameras, all collecting multiple shots of the broadcast.
Falcon watched the interview while Mark was tapping away on his phone. It seemed like an important report, something about a cure for a terminal illness, but he hardly heard any details before the scientist was pushed aside for a story that the reporters found more worthy of the public’s time.
“This seems a little unnecessary..” Falcon grimaced as the news director called for an ad break.
The green feathered blond haired anchor approached them. She offered her hand to Mark, who initiated his hand shaking app to reach out of his phone screen and shake her hand in his steed.
She raised a brow at this act, but said nothing against it, after all he was a billionaire and could get away with such things.
“Markus you look stunning" she complemented “but could we get some hair and makeup for the other guy" she shouted towards the back of the studio as a small team of people ran out to meet her demand.
A flamingo forcefully ran her comb through Falcon’s hair while he shielded his face from the powder puff that was coming towards him.
“No, I don't need that" Falcon tries to hold back his annoyance
“These cameras add 10 years" Roxanne stated
“I said its fine" the agitation coming through in his voice causing the two assistants to take a step back.
“10 years huh? I could use a touch up, I don’t want to look a day over 25” Mark took some attention away from Falcon by having the stylists work on himself.
Falcon was thankful, having some room to breath was welcomed as he was feeling oddly overwhelmed by it all.
“What is this beak powder made from? If it’s made with anything artificial my skin will break out” Mark rambled as his beak was powered, giving it a matte look that was a lot more stylish under the blinding movie lights.
“Were on in 30 seconds" a nameless man shouted loud enough for the whole crew to hear.
The cosmetic artists stepped back as Mark and Falcon were directed to where they needed to go.
Two guest chairs waited for them on the stage, placed right next to the news anchors desk.
Falcon felt very exposed in such an open area with so many prying eyes. It took a lot to make Falcon uncomfortable, but being the center of attention wasn’t what he was use to.
“On in 10!” the man shouted, then began to count down from there.
Mark seemed at home under the bright, warm lights, the ocean of eyes on him, watching his every move didn’t seem to bother him at all, he looked in his element.
“Welcome back Duckberg! We have two very special guests who have been trending number one since this morning” Roxanne was smiling toward the camera before she turned her attention back to Mark and Falcon.
“Mark Beaks, Duckbergs youngest and tallest billionaire, are the rumors true? Have you finally made time for love in your busy schedule as a brilliant tech tycoon?”
“It wasn’t in my schedule, sometimes you need to let things be spontaneous, you never know who will come around and swoop you off your feet!” Mark really played up his part as the love-struck socialite.
“Well isn’t that sweet" Roxanne said with a warm tone that was borderline robotic “Tell me, how did you two come to be?”
Mark spoke up again, almost too excited to let the room breath “Falcon applied for a position at Waddle. He didn’t get the internship, but he won my heart instead" Mark was convincing, even if the story was a bit of a fabrication from the truth.
Roxanne seemed to focus in on Falcon now, the older mans silence was mysterious and drew her attention.
“How long ago was that? How many months have you two been an item?” she asked the raptor, wanting to puncture his stoic demeanor.
“That’s classified" Falcon stated
Mark laughed a little, playing off Falcons response as a joke “We met a while ago, it took us some time to get serious, but here we are"
“well, sometimes the path to love is a long one" Roxanne didn’t seem satisfied, she had located a potential for some great ratings.
“You must have been upset when you didn’t get that internship..” she squinted her eyes, looking for a story.
Falcons poker face was his best defense, nothing was getting through to her. There was no sign of weakness in those eyes.
“I heard Mark was thrown off a building that day, any connection?” Roxanna pressed
Mark wasn’t expecting Roxanna to bring that up, he had blogged about that incident many months ago, which in internet time was like a decade, long forgotten.
“That makes it sound a lot worse than it was” Mark assured “I actually jumped on my own.. I dropped my phone off the roof and leapt after it… Waddle phones are to die for and it survived the fall! Hashtag indestructible!!”
Mark wouldn’t let his confidence falter, weakness was exactly what smear campaigners were looking for. He just had to keep bringing the story to a positive conclusion, something he was good at.
“Amazing!” Roxanna laughed, buying into the hype “I am Waddle brand loyal for a reason!” she smiled, likely expecting a paycheck or free Waddle phones to ‘sample'
Mark wasn’t opposed to hand outs and every journalist knew it. He had most if Duckbergs newshounds in his pocket, to keep them from writing hit pieces.
“There is a lot of contrast here” she gestured to them both, their opposite natures immediately recognizable to anyone taking even a quick glance. “Is the saying true, do opposites attract?”
“I liked him the moment I saw him! It didn’t matter to me that he only had 17 friends on Beakbook" Mark cooed.
“And Falcon what about you? when did you realize you were in love with Mark Beaks?”
Falcon felt his brow twitch, a small crack in his impenetrable armor. “That is personal"
“Yes, well this is an interview about your love life" Roxanne looked much less cheerful. Falcon didn’t fit the mold of a regular guest and she was more than happy to take advantage of his weak points if it would generate more interests
After a pause that was too long even for news standards Falcon stood up from his chair “Excuse me" he walk off set, causing Marks heart to skip in fear.
Roxanne laughed awkwardly at what had just happened, she was totally dumbfounded that someone would walk out like that “Alright then” she said in a peppy tune.
“We haven’t gotten around to using the L word yet" Mark tried to recover from what was a pretty embarrassing moment. “He’s just a little shy”
“Lets talk about his criminal record” Roxanne leaned on the desk “He was arrested earlier this year at a Gala hosted by Miss Emma Glamour.. your own mother..”
“Those charges were dropped" Mark retorted but Roxanne didn’t seem interested.
“The viral video shows him in a fight at yet another Gala…Is party crashing a hobby of his?”
Mark smiled and decided that Falcon had the right idea “take ten, run commercials” he ordered as he hurried out of his seat and off set, feeling totally blindsided by this unexpected turn in the interview.
Despite knowing what bad reception this interview was going to generate Mark checked his phone, apparently a glutton for punishment.
What he saw was what he’d expected, a lot of speculation, a lot of conspiracy theories, a lot of bad memes.
He was glad Falcon didn’t have a social media presence and his Beakbook account was private (although that didn’t stop Mark from finding it when they’d first met)
Most people were under the impression that Falcon not only didn’t love Mark… but hated him.
The top trending hashtag in Duckberg was #DoItForTheMoney, where in a number of people believed the older man was benefiting financially from this relationship, and they activity supported that endeavor.
The less popular point of view used the tag #ICanSayILoveYou which sounded more in his favor but was far more irritating to him as the tag was full of simps trash talking Falcon and claiming to be a more worthy candidate. In reality Mark would call security if he ever saw them within ten feet of his person.
Before he could bring himself to mass block any and all users of the tag a notification popped onto his screen.
Pavès name lite up to the chorus of Rich Girl. Mark hesitated in answering, he got along with Pavè but ultimately knew there was not enough trust between them to be considered friends.
But a big part of Mark craved attention, and he really wanted some validation right now. He answered the phone with his usual greeting “Go for Beaks!”
“Really? It took you three rings to pick up?" Pavè sounded offended.
“Aren’t you watching the tv? I’m very busy" Mark retorted
“oh I am! Your interview is going phenomenally darling. What a brilliant ploy to generate buzz. Fake a relationship and have your boyfriend storm off stage? True drama"
So much for comforting validation, even Pavè had a conspiracy theory.
“Why is it so outlandish that I am dating someone?!” Mark walked into an empty props room to avoid being overheard in the halls.
Pavè paused for a moment “its not that you’d date someone. It’s that you’d date someone so put together when you’re so clearly not”
Mark felt an uncomfortable tightness in his chest, yes Falcon was perfect but he had to believe he wasn’t all bad either “I bring a lot to this relationship"
“Of course you do darling, you’re a billionaire!” Pavè said enthusiastically “but you’re a train wreck, you’re immature, dramatic and completely dependent on others for your emotional well being” Pavès description wasn’t one of hatred, he and Mark were two sides of the same coin after all “He’s piratical, mature and self-sufficient Why on earth would a man like that put up with you long term?”
It hurt Mark to think the only value he had was his money. It sucked even more to think Falcon was ultimately wasting his time would be better off without him.
“I gotta go, ads are going to end soon" Mark sounded completely deflated
“Don’t forget to shout me out. Kisses, Love you Darling. OH! I said I loved you, something your boyfriend couldn’t say..”
“I get it. You don’t have to twist the knife” Mark hung up, groaning loudly. He leaned forward onto a vanity just at his side.
He heard a knock at the door.
“Rooms taken” Mark groaned, burying his face in his arms.
“Mark?” The parrot recognized Falcons voice on the side of the door. “Its Falcon” that was already obvious.
Mark cleared his mind the best he could before going to open the door. It worried him how happy just seeing Falcon was making him. But that didn’t last long when he remembered their interview.
“Where did you run off to?!” Mark shouted but quickly stopped himself from getting any angrier, he switched tracks, taking a deep breath.
“I don’t expect you to love me or lie about it on TV. You could have just said we weren’t there yet” Mark sighed “it would have been a lot less humiliating then having you run off on me"
“I am sorry I left. I just didn’t want this to be how it comes out" Falcon looked nervous, it was very rare to see him this way.
After his conversation with Pavè Mark had to assume Falcon had come to his senses and realized what everyone else already knew. Falcon was way too good for him. “You’re dumping me, aren’t you?” Mark couldn’t blame him, but at least it wasn’t on national TV
“Mark” things seemed to slow as Falcon spoke, Mark was trembling.
“I love you" Falcon had never looked so soft.
They stood there quietly looking at one another as Mark processed what Falcon had said.
Mark gasped like he had been holding his breath “You do!?” his golden eyes went large like dinner plates.
Falcon nodded “I wanted to tell you at a better time. I don’t use the word lightly. I haven’t loved someone in a very long time” he admits
“I get told I am loved a lot.. like everyday. By hundreds of people" Mark closes the space between them “I think this is the first time I really feel it” he smiled warmly.
Tears of joy pricked at the corners of Marks eyes, the flurry of emotion was intense, He felt so grateful to have Falcon in his life, he didn’t know what the raptor saw in him, but there was no doubting that look in his eyes, whatever he was seeing, he adored it with all of his heart.
They closed their eyes, leaning together as their beaks connected. What was supposed to be a small kiss became much more.
Something about Mark made Falcon go against every rule he lived by. Don’t get close to people, don’t get emotionally invested. His history told him this couldn’t end well, it never had before, but he was too invested to get out now.
He lifted Mark onto the vanity. Even if this ended in disaster it would be well worth it, he cherished these moments knowing it could one day end.
Falcon looked towards the door as someone knocked, he opened his mouth, but Mark pressed his hand against it, signaling him not to speak.
Mark kissed him again as the doorknob wiggled. Falcon slipped his tongue into Marks mouth, the door was locked and the would be intruder left.
Mark leaned back until his head was against the mirror. “Did you bring it?” He unbuttoned his shirt, wearing it like a cardigan with his chest and stomach exposed.
“Of course” Falcon grinned “you sure you want to do this now? We have an interview to get back to"
“Lets make them wait” Mark cooed
That was all Falcon needed to hear before ravaging the man displayed in front of him like a feast.
He leaned forward and lapped his long tongue over Marks neck. The parrot tilted his chin up, Falcon could feel his throat vibrating against his tongue as Mark hummed happily.
Falcon ran his teeth against Marks silky feathers, sinking deeper until he could feel the parrots warm skin. He closed his beak gently, nipping as Mark gasped below him.
Falcon sucked at his neck, then bit down a little harder until Mark squeaked, Falcon licked the spot, then sucked again.
Mark smirked mischievously, he knew exactly what Falcon was doing “marking me for the world to see?”
Falcon bit down again, Mark gasped in surprise. Falcon chuckled, running his tongue lovingly over the spot he had made. “I want everyone to know you’re mine”
Mark wouldn’t let just anyone put a blemish on his perfect complexion, but Falcon earned the right to leave as many love bites as he wanted. Mark wanted the world wide speculations. He wanted every duck and dog to know he was off the market for the first time since he’d gotten famous.
When Falcon had finished tattooing Marks neck he moved down to his collar bone, tracing it to the center of Marks chest.
Falcon had impeccable hearing, being this close to Marks chest he could hear the palpitations of the parrots heart. He chuckled warmly “your heart is beating so fast, my love" he teased, noticing how it got even faster when Mark heard that sweet word.
“you’re going to give me a heart attack talking like that" Mark felt the rush through his entire body, his skin tingled all over. He wasn’t sure how to regulate his excitement, he’s never had so much affection at one time before.
Falcon kissed his chest again, simultaneously going further down. “you better get use to it" he placed another kiss, this time on Mark’s stomach. “Cause I have a lot of love to give you" Falcon purred seductively.
Mark took a deep breath in as Falcon spread his knees apart and ran his large hand over his crotch. He could feel how hard Marks erection was, this didn’t surprise him. Mark was quite sensitive to Falcons sexual advances.
Falcon popped the button of Marks pants open, then proceeded to pull down his zipper.
Marks underwear was patterned with ice cream print, it definitely made Falcon want to take a bite.
He shimmied Marks clothing down his hips, leaving enough room to access his erect member and perky tail hole.
Falcon lead one of his hands to Marks erection, he grasped it firm but not to hard, just enough to feel the pulsing between his fingers.
He brought his other hand to his beak, placing two fingers into his mouth and sucking until they were lathered with spit.
Honestly, he felt like he was in collage again using spit as lube, not ideal. But it worked better than nothing in a pinch. Besides, he was sure to go nice and slow. Really make Roxanne sweat without her headlining guest.
He put his wet fingers against Marks hole, running his index finger in small circles. Mark was already relaxed due to his training, His entrance was warm and inviting but only enough to comfortably fit a finger inside, Falcons other finger would have to ease in carefully with plenty of foreplay.
Mark liked having Falcon inside of him, he had become accustomed to being penetrated due to the toys he kept inside of him, but unlike the cold hard butt plugs Falcon’s fingers were soft and warm.
Falcon added more pressure as his fingers caressed Marks entry, his engulfed index gently pushed at the boarder, stretching him open with small motions.
Falcon moved his head down, opening his beak to surround Marks member, the prefect distraction as he popped his second finger into Marks bottom.
The parrot gasped at the doubled sensations, the twinge of pleasure that shot through him as Falcon licked his erection was enough to overshadow any discomfort the other finger would have caused.
Falcon bobbed his head, simultaneously sucking on his boyfriends hardened cock. The gap between his two fingers occasionally widened but were otherwise still.
He didn’t want to risk making the inexperienced man cum before he’d inserted his new toy. If he withheld anal stimulation long enough, he could have Mark desperate and begging for the plug.
Mark was already beginning to rock his hips, becoming frustrated with the lack of stimulation, his erection was hard, the pressure building inside of him. He just needed that little spark to push him over the edge. Falcon was careful not to give the other man what he needed too soon. It was cruel to make him wait but the end result would be worth it.
“Nnngh, damn Falcon, move" Mark vented as his back arched, he really needed to cum, his body was feeling so buzzed like his muscles were jelly.
“Almost there..” Falcon shushed, enjoying the quivering he witnesses as he spread his fingers further apart, nearly as divided as they could be.
“mmf..” Mark bit the bottom of his beak, his eyes closed tight “please fuck me already” his voice shook
“I’m still too big for you" he teased, knowing an intimidating size was what Mark wanted right now. “Be a good boy and I’ll fill you up soon"
“Give me something!” Marks stomach was starting to cramp from how tense he felt being unable to release.
Falcon took the largest sized plug from his suitcase. It was matte black with his name engraved on the end, so anyone who got a look at Mark’s ass would know exactly who it belonged to (before immediately being pulverized for daring to look!)
Falcon left a trail of saliva over Marks butt one last time before inserting the tip of the large bulb shaped toy. He pushed it up until Mark began to stretch.
Simultaneously Falcon takes Mark’s erection into his mouth, sucking while plunging the toy up into him. Mark practically jumped onto it, so eager to be filled. The noise the parrot made was magical, an incredible mix of surprised as the toy stretched him wide and a moan as he released, his body swept up in orgasmic pleasure.
Marks eyes rolled back, his beak opened wide gasping for air. Falcon kept Marks cock buried in his throat, swallowing his cum until Mark was spent. He pulled off him, licking his beak as his hands ran down Marks stomach, feeling it expand and deflate with his heavy panting. The parrot was coming down from his high, his body relaxed again.
Falcon straightened his back, standing tall over Mark as the younger mans stamina quickly returned. He leaned up, legs still spread wide, the base of the anal plug on display. Falcon felt a surge of gratification seeing his name under Marks cherry red tail.
Mark had a mischievous glint in his eyes, it was very apparent he wasn’t done yet. He stood onto the floor , the short drop to his feet enough to make the plug known as he felt the jolt of pain, similar to what he felt the first few days with sizes one and two only more intense.
“You'll have to take it easy for a while" Falcon smirked as he took Mark’s hand, incase the younger bird needed something to lean on.
“No time for that" Mark whistled as he bent over to hoist his own pants back into place. Once he was buttoned and zipped up Mark turned all of his attention to Falcon.
“your turn lover boy" Mark’s slender hand ran down to Falcons crotch, he could feel that hard outline tucked into the elastic band if his pants so it wouldn’t cause a tent to form. “I didn’t know you had a third leg” he cooed
Falcons face went a bright red colour, his cock throbbed with intensity.
Before either of them could react there was a clicking sound as a key unlocked the door they were hidden behind.
Falcon’s back was turned to the intruder, Mark looked at them with annoyance.
“Oh Mr.Beaks. My boss is looking for you um..” The intern stammered sheepishly “please come to set when you’re.. able" the man averted his eye
“Oh bummer” Mark complained, removing his hand from Falcon’s dick “Were on our way" he said while buttoning up his shirt. The intern took that as his cue to leave.
Mark could feel the heat coming off Falcon like a radiator. “Stay hard till were done. Ill let you wreck my throat after we finish up this interview”
“Isn’t Roxanne just going to make us look bad?” Falcon questioned, feeling they should cut their loses and leave, but maybe that was just his arousal talking.
“She can try. I was a little frazzled earlier, but I know how to turn this around. I’ve gotten out of much worse PR nightmares than this one" he insisted confidently. “Ill do most of the talking, just agree with me and keep your responses short and sweet”
Falcon took initiative, holding Mark’s hand as they left the room, he hated the nosy onlookers but he wasn’t ashamed. If they wanted to see how much love he had for Mark, he would show them.
Roxanne looked miserably bored as they walked out onto set, seeing the weather man enjoying his long extended spotlight, going on about the intricacies of cloud formation.
“Oh thank Zuse" Roxanne muttered excitedly upon seeing her guests return. She sat up straight with a large smile as Mark and Falcon took their seats.
Mark flinched, his face twitched in momentary pain as he sat down. The hard surface of the chair an unfriendly reminder of the toy he was harboring.
The show of pain was brief, Mark was a professional after all. Still Roxanne had noticed and, being a good host, wanted to clarify his wellbeing.
“Just fine. The chairs are harder than I remember" he brushed away her concern “as a billionaire my chairs have better padding" It was easier to make her think he was so over indulged in his rich life style that he couldn’t handle industry standard chairs than the truth.
“Lets get back to it then" She looked to the camera “and were back after that brief intermission”
“Where were we. Ah yes. Falcons criminal record" her tone sounded like an accusation, she was still on the war path.
But Mark was ready for it this time “I take responsibility for that" Mark said with sorrow, already hamming it up “My mother would do anything to keep us apart" he put his hand to his forehead, the typical woe is me, gesture.
“Oh my. A disapproving mother?! How terrible” she sound genuinely concerned
“Yes. Poor Falcon has dealt with so much. Our relationship has been scrutinized everywhere we go” he shook his head in disappointment.
“He was just protecting me. There were some unscrupulous people at that party. The Cardinal’s had very poor security"
Falcon smirked, Mark was such a cheeky bastard and he loved it. Mark was the one who provided F.O.W.L the tickets.
“Oh dear, I am sorry you were attacked somewhere you should have been safe” she offered her comfort
“We thought it would be best to keep things a secret. But my fans deserve to hear it” a lie “my fans mean everything to me, it hurt keeping this from them but I know they’ll understand”
Roxanne knew a salacious story about star-crossed lovers was much more click worthy than whatever hit piece she could string together. Mark was a vault, he knew the game better than anyone. She wouldn’t get anything out of him he didn’t want to reveal. Besides people loved a story about lovers overcoming impossible odds.
“Classic Romeo and Juliet” it was such a cheesy comparison, but who didn’t love cheese.
Mark knew he had flipped the script, and Roxanne was eating it up. “No one can keep us apart” he put his hand on Falcons knee, it was under the desk where the camera’s could not spot. “I would give up everything for my Falcy"
Falcon felt a shiver go up his spine as Marks hand wondered up his thigh. He remembered Marks order to keep erect, it was painful to do so for so long, but he couldn’t go flaccid even if he wanted to, not when he knew what Mark planned on doing to him after, the thought was stuck in his mind.
“Before we end this segment how about a kiss between the two love birds?”
Mark shook his head, although he would love to flaunt his perfect boyfriend he knew this was the kind of thing Falcon hated, he wasn’t very keen on public displays of affection, and live Tv was as public as it got “Were not--"
His attempt to decline the suggestion was silenced by Falcons beak pressed against his own.
Marks eyes widened, shocked by the sudden display of affection in front of an audience of thousands.
Roxanne and the staff were elated as they hooted and hollered, their viewer numbers were on the rise.
The kiss lasted a smidge longer than was necessary, Falcon and Mark got a little carried away, nearly forgetting they weren’t the only ones in the room.
The rest of their goodbyes were just a blur of pleasantries. It was shocking but even Mark had had enough of the spotlight, he wanted nothing more than to be locked in an empty room with Falcon.
Mark had called a buddy to pick them up in advance, as soon as they left through the back door of the TV station the little robot was there waiting.
Falcon put his hand out towards the limousines door handle, but Mark had Falcon up against the car before he could even open it.
Falcon could of course move Mark away if he wished. He only stayed in place because he wouldn’t dare to break the long heated kiss Mark was giving him.
It wasn’t until Mark’s hand slipped into Falcons trousers that he suddenly had enough sense to know they were going to need some privacy.
Falcon pushed his back off the car, the kiss deepened as Falcon fumbled with one hand to find the door handle.
When he finally opened the car door he let himself fall into the back seat with Mark jumping on top of him. He slammed his hand into a button on the side of the door, causing it to hiss close automatically.
Mark sat up on top of the raptor. If Falcon didn’t know better he would have swore Mark was a bird of prey based on how hungry those golden eyes were. Falcon would happily fall prey to this parrot.
Mark shimmied down Falcons body. With just his beak Mark undid the button on Falcons pants, showing off what intricate things his mouth could do. He then hooked his beak onto Falcons zipper, pulling it down until he could see Falcons bulge practically bursting at the seams of his boxers.
He pulled those jeans down to Falcons knees, the underwear soon followed.
When he saw Falcons double digit erection Mark had a look of greed in his eyes that raveled even that of Scrooge Mcduck.
Falcon wondered what had gotten into the other man, well that was obvious, it had to have been the toy permanently pressed against his prostate that was driving this arousal.
Mark licked Falcons shaft from the bottom to the tip.
“Falcon.. tell me again that you love me"
“Mark I Laaaah-" Falcon moaned as Mark wrapped his mouth around his tip “I love you Mark Beaks"
Mark sunk down a little deeper, his eyes half lidded, hazed over with desire. He bobbed back up “why do you love me?” He licked the precum off the tip of Falcons cock.
The raptor jerked his hips, Marks tongue was so warm it made Falcons cock feel frostbitten in comparison.
“So many reasons" Falcon breathed heavily
“Say them" Mark pressed, laying small kisses on Falcons member.
Falcon had to think of where to start, but it was a hard thing to do when Marks hot breath was driving him wild.
Falcon took a deep breath “I love how your eyes dilate whenever you see something you like” he held back a moan as Mark ran his long tongue up his shaft “and restrict whenever you’re pissed”
Right now the black of Marks eyes were huge as he looked at the other man, he must see something he really loved.
“Keep going" Mark ordered, his own breathing had gotten heavier as he sinks his mouth down onto the raptors boner again.
Falcons neck craned as he tried to muster to ability to speak
“I love how emotional you are” he felt his cock sucked hard “You never hide your feelings to appease anyone. Your brutal and stubborn" he huffed as Mark sank down, Falcon’s cock was only a quarter of the way in and already it was pressing on his uvula and making his cheeks look like a squirrels “you don’t take shit from anyone"
Marks eyes were closed now, just listening to his praises and concentrating. Both of his hands were on the thick root of Falcons member, holding the beast in place while he worked.
Mark sucked his way back to Falcons tip, he pulled off with a pop then gasped for air “Don’t stop” he supported himself on his knees, his ass up and his arms resting on Falcons thighs
Mark took a deep breath like he were going deep sea diving and wasn’t sure when he would resurface.
“I love your confidence” he huffed “people say you have an ego but its not without warrant”
Mark nearly fit half of Falcon into his maw before meeting resistance. Falcon could feel his cock hit the back of Marks throat. He wouldn’t have complained if Mark didn’t go further, but the parrot was determined to swallow him whole.
“Nnngh ahhh!” Falcon couldn’t hold back his moans, not when he felt the tip of his cock squeezing down Marks tight throat.
Mark tucked one of his arms underneath his own lithe frame, his fingers pressed against the bulge in his khakis, rubbing himself
“You have.. such a small beak" Falcon was beginning to struggle with his train of through “but one of the biggest and brightest smiles" his talons grabbed the leather seats below them.
Mark pulled himself off Falcon in one smooth motion, then before the raptor realized it Marks mouth sank right back over his dick again. He bobbed his head like this multiple times, stretching out his throat, taking Falcon a little deeper each time.
“Awwh, fuck! Mark!!” Falcon could hardly contain himself, he didn’t know why he couldn’t maintain his disciplined nature around him.
“I love the purple tint to your mask. I love every single stripe on your back, I even love your mandatory dance breaks"
Marks toes curled as he rubbed the fabric between his hand and his erection, wishing his pants weren’t in the way but not wanting to stop long enough to remove them.
He was moaning now, the sounds muffled by Falcons cock. The raptor could feel the vibrations as the sounds flowed through Marks throat.
Mark wasn’t joking when he said his throat was going to be wrecked, he only had an inch or two to go now, Falcon couldn’t imagine where the small parrot was fitting it all.
Mark swallowed hard, Falcons cock being pulled in further by Marks throat muscles. The raptor tensed, feeling he wouldn’t be able to hold it back any longer.
“Mark I’m going to cum" he warned, not wanting to surprise Mark like he did last time.
Mark lifted his head, sliding Falcons rod out of his throat. Falcon believed Mark was pulling off his cock completely, not wanting cum in his mouth a second time.
But to his surprise Mark jerked his head down again until not even an inch was left out.
Falcon jerked his hips up and moaned, he couldn’t handle the sensation of Marks throat contracting, squeezing his cock tight, his tongue licking the root of his dick. He tore the leather seats cushions with his talons as his body could no longer handle the build up. His whole body trembled as he released
Mark was simultaneously deep in the thralls of pleasure. He spread his legs far apart and rubbed himself until he could no longer hold back. He moaned around Falcons cock as he came.
Falcon rode through the waves of pleasure, shooting his load down Marks throat, admittedly not having very far to travel to his stomach. His knuckles were white from grabbing the chair so aggressively.
Mark made a number of gulping sounds, his bodies reflexes were in full force as he swallowed hard against the foreign object in his throat.
As soon as Falcon began to go soft Mark pulled slowly off of him. It was like watching magic trick Taking place right in front of his eyes.
Mark breathed in deep as soon as his mouth was cleared, he coughed slightly, then cleared his throat. He could still feel the pulsing of Falcons member in his throat. Now that the adrenaline had died down he was admittedly pretty sore.
Mark picked himself up, sitting carefully across from the mini fridge. He opened it to a variety of sugary energy drinks. He cracked open a redbull and chugging it to clear his throat. He didn’t mind the burning sensation the carbonated drink caused.
Mark shook his head while he tilted his neck back, draining the can of the bubbly liquid. “There is Gatorade” Marks voice was scratchy.
Falcon sat up, accepting the drink. He realized it was basically just sugar water but he should replace some electrolytes after he sweat so much.
As he drank Falcon noticed Mark adjusting in his seat, holding himself up.
Falcon moved into the seat beside him, scooping Mark into his arms and placing him on his lap, his legs spread just enough that Mark’s rear wouldn’t be agitated when the car went over bumps in the road.
“You know I didn’t finish listing everything I love about you"
“Would you like to keep going? I could listen to you praising me all day" Mark put his arms around Falcons neck, resting on his broad shoulders.
“I love that you never stopped bugging me"
Mark frowned “that one seems kind of back handed"
Falcon smirked “I had up a lot of walls, I didn’t let anyone get close to me” he admitted “if you’d just given up.. I’d be exactly where I was" Falcon kissed Marks cheek “thank you for being such a pest"
Mark tried to bite back a smile, he knew Falcon was teasing, he shouldn’t feel so flattered when being called a bother. Still he couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. “you’re the worst. I should have left you in jail" his cheeks were cherry red
“but you didn’t” Falcon teased
