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He yanked Mark’s trousers open and reached into his shorts, keeping his eyes focused on the man’s face. Mark’s cock was every bit as hard as his own, and as he ran his hand up and down the velvety skin of it, he noted with satisfaction how Mark bared his lower teeth, his breath catching.

His hand closed tightly around Mark’s cock, and with one last appreciative gaze at his rapt expression, he dove down and took the head into his mouth. Mark unintentionally bucked, and Nicholas shifted his own weight, the better to pin his hips to the floor. While pumping slowly with his fist, Nicholas took Mark’s cock deeper into his mouth, moving his head up and down in the same rhythm. Mark’s breathing was becoming ragged, his erection swelled in Nicholas’ hand.

Nicholas liked giving head. He liked everything about it; the feel of it in his mouth as well as the element of control. It was brilliant holding that much sway over someone while giving them pleasure at the same time. Having Mark of all people at his mercy like this was a little bit humbling, somehow.

Savouring the taste of him, Nicholas dragged his tongue all the way from the base of his cock to the tip, and when that elicited a suppressed moan from Mark, he went on to lick and kiss and suck the tender flesh of his groin, drinking in all he could of the delicious, heady smell of hot skin. He went back to sucking him off.

Fully enjoying the way that Mark was now gasping audibly with every breath, Nicholas swirled his tongue around the crown and sucked; not hard enough to bruise, but enough to make him squirm.

Much as he would like to touch himself, he needed both hands elsewhere: one to hold Mark in position while he was blowing him, and the other… Nicholas sucked on the fingers of his free hand. Then he cupped Mark’s balls and carefully worked his hand further down until he could tease at his anus with the wet fingers.

He slowly took as much of Mark’s length into his mouth as he could, and at the same time pressed one digit against the tight ring.

“Oh, Jees—!” Mark went very still.

Nicholas glanced up to assess Mark’s reaction, then cautiously continued what he was doing. Mark tipped his head far back and let out a rush of air. Very slowly, Nicholas pushed his finger in to the first joint. There was another gasp. Mark was straining against him. For one moment, Nicholas allowed himself to just take in the sight of him. Gorgeous. He was going to resume the blowjob, but Mark stopped him.

“Wait! Wait, wait.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Mark assured him a little short of breath, “I’m just very close. Come up here.”

Nicholas obeyed, somewhat impressed with Mark’s self-discipline. As soon as they were facing each other on the floor, Mark reached out to grab him through his clothes. Nicholas felt more blood rushing to his hard-on with a vengeance.

For the first time Mark’s lack of experience showed, as he seemed a bit nonplussed and had difficulty finding a good angle and pressure. Nicholas didn’t blame him. In the heat of things, he had almost forgotten that Mark was new to this, and there was a big difference between touching oneself and someone else.

Nicholas got out his aching cock and guided Mark’s willing hand to a grip and a motion that was pleasurable.

They were face to face, each with the other man’s dick in his hand. When Nicholas started rubbing Mark harder, his attentions faltered for a few seconds, but he soon got back on track.

Nicholas had been aroused for quite a while now, and the heat in him built up quickly. They both increased the pace.

Mark was panting hard, his midriff shuddering, and it made Nicholas want to lick him all over, but he was getting closer to his own climax fast, and all he could do was keep going.

As he came, bright dots dancing behind his eyelids, he found Mark’s mouth with his own and thrust in his tongue. Riding out the wave, he tightened his hand further around Mark’s cock and grabbed the back of his head to deepen the kiss.

Come on. Come for me, Mark. That’s it—

And Mark was openly moaning into his mouth, clutching him. While Mark was juddering against him, Nicholas broke the kiss and drew back a little to properly revel in the sight of Mark going over the edge and into total abandon. Mind-blowing as it had been, he would gladly have given up his own release for this.

When Mark’s shudders had subsided, Nicholas leaned in for one more kiss. Mark gave him a drowsy smile. His black hair was soaked in sweat at the hairline as though he’d been running.

They started buttoning up shirts and trousers, one moment their own, the next each other’s. Then they cleaned up as best they could with only a handkerchief to wipe off the stains.

It was a strange walk down the hallway heading for their respective rooms, making no sound, their clothes a little damp and dishevelled.
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In the morning, everyone joined in the conference room of the hotel. Mark turned up in one of his well-tailored suits, looking rested and artlessly confident (and fit, Nicholas thought to himself).

With Mark seeming just as he usually did on the job, Nicholas perceived of him as the Ambassador. There was nothing in his appearance to suggest that the night before, he had been flushed and breathless as he spent himself in Nicholas’ hand.

Nicholas braced himself for the possibility that Mark would simply flout him. It wouldn’t be the first time he had a sexual encounter with someone only to see them pretend afterwards that nothing ever happened. And Nicholas could survive that; he was a big boy.

Mark’s personal secretary called attention to a point in the agenda. Nicholas was focussing (more or less) on what she was saying when he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, that Mark’s face was turned towards him. He risked a glance. Mark was indeed looking at him, and when he returned his gaze, Mark held it for a fraction longer than usual before breaking eye contact with the slightest hint of a smile.

It was all Nicholas could do not to smirk openly.

Although he had been only dimly aware of it until last night, Nicholas realised he had wanted to fuck Mark from the first time he laid eyes on him.

He recalled for the hundredth time how Mark had behaved on the roof terrace once he had overcome his qualms. It was just possible that, on some unconscious level, this had been a long time coming for Mark, too.



THE END

Comments

pbwhisperer
Jul. 20th, 2013 07:47 pm (UTC)
Yay! Great pairing! \o/
warpedsexuality
Jul. 21st, 2013 12:25 pm (UTC)
I agree! They are a good fit and need moar loving ;-) Thanks so much for reading and commenting.