If you have time, for the prompts can you do #21 with mark?? Thank you :)
“You want to watch me do what again?” + mark
Mark was just sitting on his bed, strumming his guitar while you watched him. You weren’t paying any attention really to what he was doing, just how he looked while doing it. He had his hair all natural and gently curly and dark, glasses sank down his nose as he had his head bowed to look down at his fingers moving on the guitar, and he was wearing a pair of shorts, a hoodie, and socks. He hadn’t shaved in a while so there was a shadow of stubble on his jaw and upper lip.
And this was just the way that you love your Mark.
While his guitar playing and soft singing was amazing and usually you would be paying more attention so you could compliment him, your mind was decidedly elsewhere. Specifically, your mind was on a video Mark had sent you several days ago, his hands busy with something else, and now as you watched his fingers move lightly along the strings, all you could think of was that video again.
You haven’t spoken in some time. The room’s just been filled with the soft guitar strumming and Mark singing whatever song comes to mind. But your mind keeps whirring around the one topic that you can’t shake, so the request bursts from your lips without warning.
“I want to watch you do that again.” You tell him, watching his fingers as they now go still on the strings.
Mark looks up at you, but then looks back down and plucks distractedly are the strings. “You want to watch me do what again?”
The silence that there should be as you think on how to answer is replaced with his music instead.
Then you say, “I want to watch you jerk off again.”
Mark’s fingers slip on the strings, making a bad sound that has both of you wincing. Mark coughs and clears his throat. “You want me to... to... Why?”
You move from the chair you’d been sitting in to sit on the bed with him now. “Mark,” you sigh, “are you not aware of how hot that video was? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. The sounds you made? The way your cock looked when you came, with it dripping down your fingers. It was beautiful.”
Mark blushes a little and sits his guitar more firmly in his lap. “Why are you making it sound like that? That’s dirty, babe. Why do you want to watch me... jerk off?”
You curl your fingers around the guitar, almost prying it out of his grip so you can sit it aside. “Because I thought it was such an incredible turn on. Please? Will you please do it for me again?”
Mark’s hand drops to his lap, curling over his bulge. “You’re so dirty, but, fuck. Okay.”
At first he seems awkward about it, tucking his hand inside his pants when he starts, as if he’s shy to pull it out in front of you. But you sit up more eagerly, showing such an interest in him that it boosts Mark’s confidence enough that he pulls his dick out above the waistband of his shorts.
He moans, taking it slow, his thumb circling his tip.
“Mark, oh my God.” You scoot closer, moving up to sit right beside him so you can turn his face to yours. He moans again softly at your touch, and tilts his head onto your shoulder, his pupils blown wide with arousal.
“You like this?” Mark asks, pumping his hand up and down his length, lifting his hips to drive his cock up between the ring of his fingers occasionally. “Don’t you think this would be better for both of us if you got involved?”
You shake your head. “I just want to watch you.”
Mark groans. “And I just want to feel you. If you won’t touch me, then can’t I at least watch you too?”
You once sent Mark a video of you fingering yourself, and he’d immediately told you that he wanted to be inside you so badly, feeling you warm and wrapped around him. He hadn’t been so obsessed with the sight of you getting yourself off that he’d been unable to focus on anything else, not like you, but that’s not to say that you don’t love the idea of mutually masturbating with Mark.
“Okay!” You quickly agree, kicking your pants off, leaving you bare-assed on his bed, and you move back enough that Mark can look at you, can see clearly as you spread your legs and dip your fingers down to your entrance.
Mark swears and moans, drops his hand to massage his balls through his shorts. “That’s so hot.”
You lay back, your head toward the foot of the bed, legs spread, and you watch Mark pump his hand, rolling his hips up, twisting his wrist and swiping his thumb through the wetness leaking from his tip. His eyes are on you, watching how you get a finger inside yourself, just pretty and pink swallowing your finger in. You move your finger in slow strokes, bringing your knees up toward your chest with a little moan of his name.
“Fuck, oh holy shit.” Mark moans.
He thumbs at his tip, bucking continuously into his hand.
You slip in a second finger.
Mark moans, a gasping sound. “Screw this, I want to fuck you.”
“No!” You whine and sit up. “No, I wanna see you cum like this, Mark. Please. Cum for me?”
He drops his head back, bites at his bottom lip, and drags his hand from base to tip like he’s milking himself. And then he runs his palm around his tip and quickly jerks his hand down then back up, and just like that he cums, spurring thick strings of cum onto his wrist and his thigh, dripping down his fingers.
You grab his hand and do exactly what you’ve wanted to do since you watched that video.
Mark’s cock twitches when you plunge his fingers into your mouth, sucking and licking on them to drink his cum off of them.
“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Mark shifts onto his knees, pressing you back into your back.
You’re still sucking on his fingers when Mark drops down to his belly between your legs, pushes your thighs toward your chest, and dives between your legs, licking a stripe over your needy entrance. His fingers in your mouth muffle the loud moan you make at that first feel of his tongue on you, so warm and wet and exactly what you wanted.
Mark laps at you, getting you even wetter and messier before slipping his tongue inside you, sucking around where his tongue enters. With his hand that’s not occupying your pretty mouth, he touches you too, and you keep lifting your hips, rocking back and forth between his mouth and chasing the pleasure of his fingers.
Mark brings you to a rapid orgasm. Your legs shake and the orgasm feels like a natural disaster, leaving you destroyed in it’s wake. He scatters kisses on your thighs, and carefully brings your legs back down to the bed so he can kiss your hips and stomach, leaving a burning trail of wet kisses up your chest and finally he pulls his fingers from your mouth to kiss you instead.
You’re out of breath almost, gasping and sighing and moaning into the kiss.
“That was nice,” Mark speaks the words against your lips. “I definitely think we should do that over again sometime.”
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, tangle your ankles behind his hips, and let him kiss you until the stickiness of your orgasms and the chill in the room have you pulling apart in discomfort.
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