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“All we have is this moment / to put a love into motion
Yesterday is history / so why don’t you be here with me?
Be here with me now”
-Katy Perry
***
Markus turned around and walked briskly down the sidewalk, sure he could get a cab and escape this date. He wanted nothing more than to go to this date. And never in his whole messy life had he ever wanted the way he wanted this date, wanted Nolan Price.
Was he really this fucked up? To possibly mess up the best thing that had happened to him in ages?
Turn around, you coward, you are not standing him up. And after all this planning! What are you going to do, go back home alone and look at all the things you set up and made? You idiot. Go back.
He brushed a tear from his cheek, turned around and went back to the place he and Nolan had decided to meet, which was right outside birch, the restaurant that they were finally going back to.
“Hey, you.” Nolan’s slow, comforting smile and calming, deep blue gaze greeted Markus as soon as he got to the right place.
Before he could plunge himself back into the ice water that was the wrong place, and Markus almost had.
Nolan looked unbelievable. He had on a dark blue suit with a lighter blue shirt and a striped tie, perfect from head to toe. Markus immediately felt faint at the sight, while wanting to run again because he knew he didn’t look anywhere near that good. And he didn’t know what Nolan was doing here with him, coming to him like this, looking so pleased about it.
“Hi,” Markus managed with a weak smile.
Maybe it was his shining eyes, still a little wet with tears, or a greeting that was pretty short and bland, even by Markus’ quiet standards. Or Nolan was just that good at understanding him.
“You okay?” Nolan asked, brow furrowing in concern.
He hugged Markus, leaning up slightly, and Markus put one hand on Nolan’s back, trying to breathe and slow down his rampant heartbeat.
“Yeah, sorry. It’s just that…the voice in my head that gets me to do shit even when I’m nervous? That voice does a good job, but also has a low opinion of me.” Markus squeezed Nolan lightly as the younger man drew back to look at his face again, closer this time.
“Everyone has a voice like that,” Nolan smiled, rubbing Markus’ back, “But the trick is to take the push without listening to, or at least without believing, the negative part.
“That always work for you?” Markus’ pale brows shot up.
“Are you kidding? No,” Nolan laughed, which made Markus smile automatically. “All we can do is try. If it helps, I disagree with whatever the mean voice in your head told you, but I thank the voice for leading you here to me.”
“That’s not the only reason I’m here,” Markus clarified.
“Oh, I know–”
“It’s just that I felt – sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt you.” Markus’ cheeks flamed; he was mortified, was he fucking this date up already?
And what kind of greeting was this, admitting he had almost stood Nolan up out of stupid anxiety? He hated himself. Nolan had no reason to love him.
“That’s alright.” Nolan kissed his cheek. He still looked concerned, but his regard for Markus appeared undented. “Are those for me?”
His smile widened as Markus’ other hand came up, bearing a big bouquet of maroon and dark orange flowers, wrapped in decorative paper, tied with a big bow.
“Yeah,” Markus said, unable to think of a more clever reply. He hoped the flowers spoke more than his croaky, baffled voice could seem to say.
“They’re absolutely stunning,” Nolan sighed, taking them reverently and inhaling their sweet scent. “Thank you, Markus.”
The feeling of Nolan’s mouth on his cheek still burned, like the younger man’s sweet lips were still pressed to his touch-starved skin. Markus had missed his former lawyer so, so much, he could just about breathe at the thought.
“Only chance that brought us together,” he blurted, remembering it with a small burst of shock. “If I hadn’t been stuck with that asshole neighbor, if he hadn’t brought charges, if I hadn’t retalicated…retaliated, brought charges against him, then how the hell would we be standing here?”
“We are standing here,” Nolan reminded him, anchoring him with the words when Markus started to feel the ship of himself sinking under stormy waves. “That’s the only part that matters.”
“I think too much about destiny and…what I deserve, and why things happen to me,” Markus admitted. “Ever since my wife…but we don’t need to talk about that right now, of all times. Sorry.”
“We can talk about anything you want,” Nolan assured him. “Always. I hope you know how much I mean that.”
“Thank you, Nolan. For now, I’d rather focus on the present. Could drive myself totally crazy otherwise, you know? And…I want to be here with you, now. I think I’m meant to be. Just have to shut the other guy up.” He pointed at his own shaved head with a rueful smile, then ducked his face, tugging his ear, clearing his throat.
Gruffly, he added, “I meant to answer you different, when you said the flowers were stunning. You’re stunning.”
He dared to look at Nolan’s handsome face, which now had a deeply touched look on it, spreading into another warm, welcoming smile.
“You have so many different smiles,” Markus murmured, and the thought made him want to cry again.
Shit, why was he so on fucking edge? He could barely keep hold of himself, as if the mere thought of Nolan Price was enough to topple him in all his physical prowess, despite his hot temper and defensive nature. He was defenseless to the powerful adoration that Nolan caused in him.
“Well, they’re all for you.” Nolan pressed a kiss to Markus’ lips that was even warmer than his kind and grateful smile. Surely, the Executive Assistant District Attorney had never guessed he would also become a lion tamer. “I think I’d better stop doing that now, or I won’t be able to stop.”
“Maybe save the not stopping for later, after dinner,” Markus blushed, some of his flirtatious instincts coming back, to his relief.
“Now, that’s the spirit.” Nolan chuckled when his date winked at him.
Nolan was blushing, too, and that also made Markus feel better.
“I don’t know how you could be blushing for me,” he admitted, caressing Nolan’s face, his thumb moving in slow worship over the smooth, pink, soft cheek.
Nolan’s skin, so different from his own, so bare and innocent looking. It was a constant turn-on, on top of Nolan just being far too beautiful in general.
“I think I can help you to believe it better.” Nolan winked at him. “I’m not usually much of a winker, but you do make me flirty. You know, that’s rare, just like you are. So, are you hungry?”
Markus realized he actually was, despite the butterflies and even the occasionally nauseous feeling in his stomach. He hadn’t had lunch earlier.
“Oh! Yeah, I’m actually starving. I didn’t mean to make us stand out here instead of going in, let’s go in.” Markus patted his jeans’ pocket, making sure that his wallet was still there, because he didn’t trust himself to be organized on this occasion.
“Great, but like I said, we can talk when you need to. I really don’t mind at all.” Nolan took Markus’ hand, and it felt like everything could be right with the world.
But he hesitated again. “Wait, I forgot. I wore jeans.” He looked down at himself in near-despair. “Fuck. I’m such a dumbass. I forgot how formal the place was.”
He had on a very nice white button-up shirt and a black tie, but had thought nothing of wearing his nicest jeans when he got dressed. Why had he been so distracted that he couldn’t think properly? It was too embarrassing.
“Markus, it doesn’t matter, I swear. This place is only semi-formal. Lots of people wear jeans to birch. I think they don’t want men in tank tops, or anyone in sandals, but that’s about it for the dress code.”
Markus looked around, forcing his vision to clear despite its distortion from anxiety. There were other people going into the restaurant wearing jeans; in particular, a couple ahead of them, the woman in a black, beaded top and dark-wash, skinny jeans, the man in an outfit similar to Markus’ own, but with slightly different colors.
“Oh, thank God,” Markus said, almost choking on his own relieved breath.
“I wouldn’t care if we couldn’t eat here, I’d rather have you wear whatever you feel like wearing. You look great.” Nolan was starting to look adorably confused at Markus’ intense self-consciousness.
Markus knew it was weird. Yes, he was always on the soft-spoken side, but never lacked basic confidence.
“I’m really nervous.” Markus struggled to breathe again. “But I want to try and get past that. Let’s just go in, I’m fine.”
Nolan nodded. He was sensitive enough to guess, Markus didn’t want him to keep questioning the decision to go in, so they did.
***
Inside, Nolan noticed that Markus still seemed uncomfortable. He was worried, only because he wanted Markus to enjoy himself, and it was completely understandable the older man would be so anxious.
“I know we built this date up a lot,” he smiled after putting in a drinks order; Markus hadn’t known where to begin on the long menu, so Nolan had selected a drink for them that sounded nice. “That doesn’t mean there’s any pressure on either of us to…impress the other, or anything.”
He nudged his foot against Markus’ under the table, making Markus smile that rare smile, as if Nolan made him feel like a million bucks. It made Nolan incomparably high, getting to cause that smile.
“I have to admit, I made the mistake of blurting something about the date to my friends, and even my daughter, when I called home.” Markus rubbed his forehead, looking as if the memory exhausted him. “My friends are a bit eccentric, as I told you. They gave me so much advice I never asked for. None of the advice matched, some was harsh but logical, some was batshit insane, some disturbing, even, but all of it revolved around the idea that I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. Meanwhile, Mathilde? She told me to remember my manners and treat you good.”
Markus put his head in his hands and groaned. “She told me to follow Sirius’ example, for fuck’s sake, what is he, seventeen?”
“Sirius, her boyfriend?”
“Yes,” Markus informed his hands, muffling his voice even more. “He does have really good manners. Unlike me.”
“Markus,” Nolan laughed, reaching out to touch his wrists, staring for a few moments at how even his wrists, strong and beautifully formed, were enormous compared to his own.
Oh, God, how could this man truly not understand how gorgeous Nolan found him? How he wanted to love away all of Markus’ worries? It only made Nolan more excitedly determined to show him how he felt, later. Not long now…his heart skipped a beat, yet, he was glad they had this chance to enjoy a great meal in this lovely place, talking about things first.
“So, they gave you bad advice, and a little that was reasonable, yet insulting. That’s only normal, too.”
“It is?” Markus raised his head.
“Oh, definitely. I mean, Jack and Sam tried to advice-bomb me at the office, with all these awkward ‘how to be a good date’ reminders, and when I went home, I made sure to keep my lips zipped about you around Bobby. I knew exactly what kind of ‘advice’ he’d give me! Pessimistic, lots of swearing and reminders of potential disastrous mistakes I might make…followed by ‘but have fun, you fucking deserve it, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,’ et cetera…”
Markus laughed. He thought it would be pretty funny if Nolan’s twin ever met his absurdly eclectic friends back home.
“Friends and family, when you tell them you met someone special, they are – almost legally required to inundate you with unsolicited, mostly terrible advice. Who knows why? It just is.”
Markus said shyly, “Maybe the way they’re carrying on is just…a sign that we’re serious about each other, then.”
He grinned, which almost never happened, and took Nolan’s hand, gently kissing it.
“How charming,” the waitress said, returning with their drinks. “A knight in shining armor, is it?”
Nolan was absolutely glowing. As if he was so proud to be there with Markus. “So you noticed. I think I’m going to have to keep him.”
“You’ve got to hold onto the good ones, that’s for sure,” the waitress affirmed with a smile, opening her small notepad to take their next orders.
Markus looked like he could not have been more surprised by anything so much as this exchange.
Nolan smoothly put in an appetizer order, remembering what Markus had enjoyed last time. Markus looked so handsome and rugged, sitting there in the candlelight, achingly close.
“No, we’re not blind,” Nolan laughed when Markus still looked as if someone had jolted him with electricity. “You are charming. You are my knight in shining armor.”
“Charming?” Markus blushed and shook his head. “If they could hear you say that back home.”
“Maybe someday they will,” said Nolan archly. “Here, let’s toast to us?”
“To us,” Markus smiled, clinking their glasses together. The drink was delicious, and helped him relax a bit more. “Wow, what is that?”
“That’s a Boulevardier,” Nolan explained, licking his lips of the sweet, yet spicy drink, his head spinning when Markus stared at his lips and tongue.
“It’s, uh, whiskey, Campari, and sweet vermouth.”
“I wasn’t even listening when you ordered drinks.” Markus laughed and sat back, rubbing his palms slightly on his jeans, making Nolan realize he wasn’t the only one with nervous, sweaty hands. It was also so cute. “I could only see your lips moving.”
They both laughed again and he added, “There was this…blurry noise in my head, just rolling over all the other noise.”
“Courtesy of Mr. Mean Voice in your head?” Nolan took Markus’ hand on the table and stroked over the top of it, admiring his date’s big, tempting hands, the veins standing out boldly against golden-tanned skin.
“Yep. He’s a bastard, I’m telling him to shut up.”
“Good,” Nolan encouraged. “You’re getting a tan, you know.”
“Ha. Even in the winter, New York is a lot sunnier than Denmark.”
Markus looked flattered, fixated on Nolan’s eyes and smile until the waitress came back and gave them the appetizers he didn’t seem to have heard about either. So adorable, Nolan’s heart kept melting. Markus was one of a kind, which made Nolan incredibly lucky.
***
The dim, romantic ambience of the place soon combined with the sumptuous food and drink, plus plenty of flirtatious incidental touching, to ease Markus’ nerves even more.
By the time they left, hand in hand again, Nolan was delighted to notice how much more happy and free Markus’ mood seemed.
“Your manners are perfect, by the way,” he grinned as they started walking down the sidewalk, past more restaurants and bars, heading for the best spot nearby to hail a cab.
Markus laughed hard this time. “No one has ever said that to me. Even as a kid, no one said that to me. Love is blind.”
“No it isn’t,” Nolan giggled, feeling drunk even though they weren’t, only had two drinks and ate enough that they weren’t especially tipsy.
Feeling warm all over, he backed Markus against a low stone wall between buildings and kissed him, his heels leaving the pavement, his heart ascending to the sky. “You were very sweet, and you showed consideration towards me in every way.”
“C’mon,” Markus’ cheeks flushed. It didn’t stop him from kissing Nolan again; someone whistled while walking by them, making them laugh into the next kiss.
“Really. Do you have any idea how many people in that restaurant were giving me jealous looks for being there with you?”
“If I were them, I’d be wishing that I could be with you. But I was with you. Anyway, what do you think it is that had them so amazed at me? My beard, my look of total confusion and overwhelmed…feelings, looking at you?”
“Yes,” Nolan grinned. “All of the above. You’re so damn sexy…” He tugged on Markus’ coat, biting his lip.
Markus gave him a darker look. “I think we’d better go back to my place, if that’s what you would also like.”
“I’d love to, but what’s the hurry?” Nolan teased.
Markus’ eyes devoured him. “My manners are starting to go away. I’m thinking about a lot of rude things.”
Nolan’s eyes widened and he moaned softly. “Say no more. Let me get us a cab…”
***
“Markus,” Nolan kept crying out in hapless lust, “Oh, God, fuck…”
The older man had contained himself all the way home, and all the way until he had Nolan in his apartment, politely contained behind closed doors. Then all of the manners, as promised, disappeared completely.
Nolan was promptly picked up and walked across the room, hungrily kissed against the wall while he could do nothing but cling and make dirty, wanton noises he had never heard from himself before, even when they’d been on the phone. The amazing phone sex was nothing compared to how it felt to get Markus’ huge hands, his rough strength and hot mouth all to himself in person.
Markus’ only reply to Nolan’s moaned litany of swears, his name, and incoherent begging was to kiss him again, harder, and then laugh when Nolan did, suddenly.
“What?” he asked, his eyes twinkling as he set Nolan down on the carpeted floor.
“I’m a hypocrite,” Nolan said, holding his stomach, he was laughing so hard. “I constantly scold my twin brother for his cursing, and now, anytime you come near me with that certain look on your face…I forget almost any word that isn’t your name, or a four letter word.”
“I like hearing that,” Markus said in that shy, fiery way that made Nolan’s knees go weak as he leaned on the older man, smelling his aftershave and going crazy at the idea of more intimacy.
“Good,” he whispered.
“I have something to show you,” Markus added bashfully. “Come on.”
Nolan looked around, having failed to even notice the apartment when they first “walked” / made out and stumbled in. It was a neat, organized, relatively plain but manly and nice space. A lot of gray and blue, including the bedroom, where the walls and rug were that color as well, but then…
“Awww, you really did all this,” Nolan breathed, staring at the trail of red rose petals that led to the bed, probably the biggest bed that would fit in such a modest apartment. His face got hotter at this realization. Markus was so big, he needed a lot of space in bed. So…big…
He thought his throat might actually close up because he was intolerably aroused and excited, but then saw that the bed had a blanket on it the same color as his crimson face, and that Markus had also hung a second, longer blanket behind the bed like a curtain. Fairy lights twinkled from strings draped over the red backdrop. More roses were scattered over the bed, but these were white, standing out gorgeously against the red duvet.
“I got a little carried away,” Markus admitted, standing behind Nolan, both arms wrapped around the younger man as he spoke between hungry kisses on Nolan’s stretched and offered neck.
He firmly groped Nolan’s chest and gripped his side as his date moaned again, “Markus…”
“Yeah? What do you think?”
“As if I can think,” Nolan answered helplessly, unable to form a thought beyond Markus’ perfect, hot mouth all over his sensitive neck and that beard rubbing against him. “What were we talking about? Were we talking?”
“I asked what you think of the decorations, I think.”
“It’s so romantic and beautiful, I love it,” Nolan answered quickly, “Really. You outdid yourself.”
“Huh. Not yet, baby.”
Nolan gripped the rail at the end of the bed at the sound of Markus’ deep voice calling him the pet name again. Markus, meanwhile, had released Nolan for the purposes of lighting candles, which were placed in strategic locations all over the room, safe from getting knocked over in the heat of passion, and letting a flicker of soft light turn the room even more romantic.
Then, he walked to the bedside table, where he had left a bottle of red wine, two glasses, and then a medium-sized box which Nolan was well-aware probably held various implements of a sexual variety. They were going to go through some lube tonight, that much was sure…
“Would you like a glass?” Markus asked, licking his lips, looking Nolan up and down. “Unless you’re too flushed. Red wine is warming, after all.”
“I’d love a glass,” Nolan sighed, “There’s no chance of me cooling down anyway…Daddy.”
Markus’ eyes would certainly have consumed him in that moment if it was possible. He poured them each a glass of wine, but this time the only toast was a long, smoldering kiss that ignited, becoming a shocking blaze.
In the meantime, they shakily set their glasses down, miraculously not knocking over and shattering them. They were licking and sucking the flavor of merlot and each other all over their mouths, and Markus had lifted Nolan roughly onto the bed.
Markus was on top of him, oh, God, at long last, blanketing Nolan all over with his delicious weight and heat. He could crush Nolan effortlessly, and it was so arousing, he could barely even let himself realize it. That Markus was a beast, but he would never hurt Nolan, outside of sexy ways of hurting. He knew how to lay so that he held Nolan down firmly, but didn’t put all of his weight on the younger man.
Nolan closed his eyes and inhabited the hot moment completely, giving in to everything Markus did to him. With another low, intense growling sound, Markus broke off the latest deep, wet kiss to eye fuck Nolan into next week. Smirking at Nolan’s absolute whimper and how huge the blue eyes had suddenly become, Markus put both of his lover’s trembling, pale hands above his head, guiding them to hold onto the headboard rails.
Gulping, struggling to breathe, Nolan took the hint and grabbed the rails for dear life. Markus liked how it looked, that much was clear, even from a man of few words. Before Nolan could fully anticipate what was to come, he was greedily undressed, down to his underwear as Markus then straddled him and whipped off his own shirt, revealing that his upper body was even bigger and more muscular than Nolan had anticipated.
The lawyer felt a tremor of exhilarating intimidation pouring over him at the sight. “You look so good,” he sighed, “So big. I need you, Markus.”
Markus gave him that filthy smirk again. “So you like how I look in real life,” he answered in a gritty tone that made Nolan hold the bed harder as he shook and as hot, needy arousal made his cock throb.
“You’re unspeakably sexy, Markus,” Nolan said boldly, despite how small he felt, which extended to the quivering tone of his voice.
Markus stared Nolan down as the lawyer looked from his powerful, hairy chest up into the darkening amber gaze.
“Do you, uh, like how I look, too?” Nolan inquired, so certain of the response that the anticipation occasioned him a thrilling fear.
“What do you think, you wicked boy?” Markus asked, attacking his lover with more wild, excessive kisses on his mouth and neck, then moving down more, doing the very same thing to Nolan’s chest, finding the lawyer’s hard nipples with a sudden flick of his tongue.
Nolan’s hands tightened on the rails and his back arched. If he could have levitated, then he would.
“Fuck,” he groaned, “Everything you do feels too good, I can’t even take it.”
“That’s a shame, because you are going to take it…”
Markus sucked on Nolan’s nipples and bit them, one at a time, always using his free hand gently to pinch and twist the other. “Because…”
After enjoying to his heart’s content the cascade of whimpering, almost sobbing cries he pulled from Nolan by playing with his sensitive nipples, Markus bit the younger man’s hard, tensed abs. “You’re not going to have a choice. I’m telling you to lie there and take it, and not to muffle any of your little noises, baby. What do you say…”
He pulled down the top of Nolan’s briefs, kissing the “v” lines on the way down to the center of his partner’s unbearable arousal. “When Daddy gives you an order?”
Nolan moaned even louder. “I say, ‘yes, Daddy,’” he answered urgently.
“Good boy. We already knew you were such a good boy, but now you’re my boy. You’re gonna be good for me.”
Markus tugged Nolan’s briefs down his thighs, groaning huskily when he’d revealed the younger man’s raging erection. “Fuck, Nolan. You’re perfect. I’m about to get very rude, and have really fucking terrible manners. What else do you say? I’m ordering you to let me take your body for whatever I want, all night long.”
Feverishly, Nolan answered. His tone couldn’t have been more threadbare, nor more emphatically obedient: “Please, Daddy? Use me.”
Markus bit Nolan’s thigh hard enough to leave a mark, sucking the delicate, soft skin as his date said his name and “Daddy” again and again, writhing in pleasure.
“I like you marking me,” said the normally reserved and high-ranking lawyer.
“I want your whole body to say that you’re mine, baby.” Markus might have been a bit confused and shy about showing his feelings for another man physically, when this all began, but it was obvious those days were gone.
He proceeded to blow Nolan’s mind as he sucked the lawyer, licking, kissing, teasing, sucking deeper.
“Daddy, make me yours,” was all Nolan could think of when Markus finally pulled his mouth off with a soft, wet popping sound. Markus only growled and got down further, lowering his lips to Nolan’s hole.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” Markus sighed, his breath making Nolan’s tight pink entrance flutter, squeezing and relaxing. “Du er så smuk.”
“You’re so beautiful” sounded so lovely and special in Markus’ native tongue.
Nolan was incredibly glad for his recent Rosetta Stone purchase, as he would soon be able to understand even more of his lover’s comments when they emerged in Danish, sounding all sexy and husky like that.
The younger man’s cock lay heavy and leaking on his belly, but he held the bed rails, rather than reaching to take himself in hand. The result was that he could barely breathe, he was so rock hard and desperate for friction, wet, warm, penetrating, stroking, squeezing, biting, licking, anything and everything Markus wanted to give him.
“Is it alright?” Nolan asked, sensitive to Markus’ inexperience, knowing that eating another man out must be a very unique and strange thing to do, when he’d only been with women before.
“Alright?” Markus repeated incredulously. “Elsker dig skat– Du er sød –”
'I love you – you’re so cute –'
Nolan was fairly sure he’d translated that right in his mind, and got the levitating feeling again. Tears welled up in his eyes and he laughed, full of so much love to give in return.
“I…understand a little of that now, you know.” Nolan looked down at Markus with a wobbly, sexed-up smile.
Markus considered this, impressed, maybe, by his expression, and…what else, Nolan wondered. He tried to concentrate, but Markus had his face between Nolan’s thighs still, which was extremely…distracting…!
“Good,” Markus said. “I’m blushing, yes, but I’m also glad. But if you’ll excuse me, I’m in the middle of something important…"
He licked at Nolan’s hole again, more deliberately this time, tasting more, humming in pleasure, lapping and prodding gently until he could get his tongue inside Nolan.
Markus left dark purple fingerprints on Nolan’s thighs as he did so, and Nolan felt the pain fusing with that pleasure in his body that Markus’ mouth was giving him in excess, all of the sensation mounting almost uncontrollably.
“Daddy,” Nolan warned, “C-c-close…oh, God…really, really – close–”
“You taste so good,” Markus sighed, staring at Nolan’s lust-blown eyes as he looked up with his mouth wet.
He’d left more beard burn on Nolan’s ass, and Nolan felt the gentle scrape and tickle of it against his sensitive hole. Markus had already undone his lover, even with his novice, experimental learning curve. “So fucking good, you’re so beautiful, you taste amazing.”
The praise made Nolan’s cock twitch and release more sticky precum onto his sweaty, way oversensitive skin.
“I can’t stop myself from coming unless you stop me, physically, Markus – please help me,” Nolan whimpered.
“Really?” Markus was astonished in the best way, and obviously flattered. So fucking cute. Yet, so rough and hot and big. Nolan was definitely going to explode.
“Come for me, then,” the big man beckoned. “I want to see you, feel you…taste you…”
All he had to do was say that, and then lap at Nolan’s hole a few more times, before Nolan’s hips jerked upwards as he released all over himself, crying out, “Daddy!”
“That’s right, I am,” Markus said, blushing as if he was very proud of himself. “Good boy.”
He licked at Nolan’s cum and then came back up to kiss his mouth, sharing the raunchy, salty-bitter taste. “My boy.”
“Yes, I am,” Nolan answered, tears of pleasure and happiness trickling down his red face. “All yours, Daddy.”
Markus gave him the “millionaire” smile again, and Nolan shook his head in disbelief at the strength of his own emotions. His heart felt every beat of their lust and passion, as deep in feeling as in bodily need and enjoyment.
“I love you,” Nolan sighed, “So much.”
Markus was overcome at the sound of this and the look on his lover’s face, that of complete devotion and vulnerability.
“My boy,” he said again, thickly, consuming Nolan’s lips in more kisses, running his calloused hands down the lawyer’s sides, grabbing his hips, rutting their cocks together. He still had his briefs on, only remembering it then, as it seemed, since his moan turned a bit pained at not having skin to skin.
“Can I suck you, Daddy?” Nolan asked.
He was so authoritative in court, and God, it felt so damn good to be in a place where it was this safe to be meek and small. To be the one who submitted and relaxed into his lover’s whims.
Markus had quite possibly never gotten his plain white underwear off that fast, Nolan was willing to bet.
“Here,” he offered, opening his mouth suggestively while staying right where he was, flexing his fingers on the rail and then grabbing it again.
“You’re a bad boy, aren’t you, Nolan Price?” Markus purred, straddling Nolan higher up on the bed and pressing his enormous, rigid cock slowly into the offered, wet warmth of the lawyer’s mouth.
Nolan’s answer was to hum in pleasure at the heavy, thick cock moving past his lips to touch his tongue, then he began licking and sucking.
He wasn’t even that experienced; it had been a while, after all, since he was so choosy about partners and a workaholic. But he was entirely caught up by pleasure, enjoyment, and a desire to make his Daddy feel good; he was soon sucking the man off so well, it even surprised him.
Markus, meanwhile, was losing his mind rapidly, grabbing the top bed rail, moving his hips more deliberately to fuck Nolan’s mouth. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck,” he grunted in rhythm with his faster, harder thrusts.
“Ahh, min søde – I have to stop that for now,” he said with a shaky groan, and Nolan knew very well why he held himself back when it would have been easy to come in the younger man’s mouth.
He was also thinking he just got called “my sweetie” by Markus and he liked that a whole lot.
And if Markus came in his mouth, Nolan would have said, “thank you, Daddy.” But this was their first night together, and they had so many other acts to explore.
“I thought about you sucking me when we were sitting in the courtroom,” Markus admitted.
When he had Nolan on hands and knees before him, he started eating him out again, in between licks and kisses clarifying, “And when you were addressing the court…especially then, I thought about you taking my pants down and sucking me off right in front of everyone.”
“Markus…” Nolan’s head dropped down and he bit his lip, his legs shaking as his cock got hard again, from Markus’ mouth and the words that fell from his delicious, perfect lips. “I need you inside me…”
Markus reached for the box on the table, and it did indeed contain lube. He used it to make his fingers good and slick before starting to slide one inside Nolan.
Frantically, Nolan felt his body clench down on Markus’ finger, which felt so amazingly huge in him, the thought of how Markus’ dick was going to split him in two became too much to even tolerate.
“Daddy,” he panted. Ever the quick study, he had already discovered how to get what he wanted. “Daddy, please, please, want your cock.”
“You do?” Markus teased, the devil in his tone.
He fucked Nolan on two fingers, then, setting off tremors of pleasure when he found the lawyer’s prostate.
“Yes!” Nolan cried out, “Yes, oh, please…”
Markus hugged him from behind and kissed his neck, slowly pulling his fingers out and kissing Nolan’s face to soothe the younger man’s cries of deprivation. “You need to be full, huh? Need more of me?”
“Daddy, I want you to fuck me hard with your big cock,” Nolan heard the echo of his own raunchy, absolutely shameless dirty talk with a hot thrill of embarrassed delight.
“Fuck,” Markus cursed, his voice throaty.
He stretched himself over Nolan again, biting his ear and neck. His cock throbbed hotly as it lay on the younger man’s ass. Nolan was shaking like a leaf, just about able to hold himself upright. Markus was so big. The younger man could feel his lover’s precum dripping onto his sweaty skin, and he felt dizzier than ever.
“I thought about taking you in court, all the way,” Markus added with a bite on Nolan’s shoulder, and another on his bicep that was definitely going to leave a big, sucking bruise. “In the middle of you making some speech, I’d stand up, go to you and bend you over the table, maybe even the railing right in front of the jury box…”
Nolan’s cock was pulsing in deep need, almost able to come again from Markus’ words and the erotic imagery, the suggestion of such sinful exhibitionism appealing to his normally well-hidden unruly side.
Markus approved very, very much of Nolan’s weak, yet loud moaning cries. “The sounds you’re making are getting me even harder, and I’m gonna fuck you harder for those moans. Ask me again, nice and polite?”
He had a feeling he was getting Markus’ bossy, military side, oh, Jesus…
“Daddy, please fuck me,” Nolan begged, blushing again at how submissive he was with Markus.
Nolan would never have guessed that he could go this far into the feeling of being Daddy’s boy, disappearing into a world of total pleasure, letting the bigger man use him for all he was worth.
They gave each other everything.
“That’s my good boy, my beautiful Nolan.” Markus kissed Nolan’s back as he shifted position, and the tenderness in his voice was unmistakable.
Slowly, carefully, he held Nolan’s cheek in one hand and used the other to guide his cock inside the tight entrance.
Immediately, when the head of his cock began to enter Nolan, Markus let out a deep grunt and then a heated growl, clutching at Nolan’s soft skin and swearing in Danish. “Feels so fucking good, baby, so tight, you’re like velvet…”
“Y-you -- can go deeper.”
And Markus did. Deeper, deeper, then, when they were ready, when he’d stayed there and let them get used to the feeling of him impaling Nolan on his enormous, hot, throbbing manhood, Markus gave it to Nolan hard.
He spanked Nolan, fucked him fiercely, tugged soft, brunette curls and told his lover he was a bad, dirty cockslut and a beautiful, special boy, the words similar as to meaning. All of the words, from dirty talk to praise, simply meant I want you, I need you, in any language either could understand.
When Markus took him missionary and began to moan brokenly, Nolan understood it was getting painfully hard for the older man to not come.
“Come in me. Please,” he said amidst overwhelmed moaning and the vice grip his body had on Markus.
Nolan was grinning and delightedly encouraging him.
“I haven’t lasted long enough,” Markus argued somewhat weakly, pressing kisses against Nolan’s forehead with touching gentleness.
Markus had never been with a man, but he knew how to fuck, and he’d worn Nolan completely out. He had done incredibly well, to say the least!
Of course, in the future, when the total, shocking newness of his tight body and all those never-felt-before sensations became more familiar, which had its own loving and special meaning, its own depth and love, Nolan would let Markus fuck him even after Nolan himself could hardly keep his eyes open.
But now, Nolan just wanted Markus to follow what his body urged him towards. It was natural, it was right, it was theirs.
“You lasted plenty long,” Nolan laughed, his voice bright and shaky with affection, plus overstimulated pleasure. “You fucked me so perfectly that my body feels all weak and needy, too sensitive. I want to know how it’ll feel for you to pound me until you fill me up with your cum, when I’m so sensitive I feel like that’ll make me faint or kill me, and I know it’s going to make me come harder than I ever did before. Even with you, Daddy.”
Nolan always argued his cases well, even when his thoughts were a bit jumbled by bliss and being unbelievably full with the man he loved.
Markus listened to all of this, breathing hard, his cock throbbing even more inside Nolan’s tight, warm body, with the sound of the naughty, yet honest requests.
“Magic word?” was the only answer Nolan received in words.
“Please, come in me, Daddy,” Nolan repeated. “Make me your good boy, mark me as yours.”
Markus didn’t need to hear anything else. He bore down on Nolan ruthlessly, pounding savagely as the younger man had begged him to. The bed creaked and rocked, headboard slamming into the wall. Nolan had his arms and legs locked around Markus as he held on with what little strength he had left. His nails left long scratch marks down Markus’ broad, powerful back as Markus’ pleasure mounted and the speed of his thrusts increased.
The rhythm unraveled and became more chaotic, and then Markus let out a broken moan, orgasming in that white hot, shocking way that Nolan understood. The way Markus made him come, Markus came for Nolan.
“Baby,” Markus groaned, fucking hard as he chased more pleasure, in the process dragging another fierce orgasm from Nolan. “Yeah, come for me again, dirty boy. You’re all mine, give it to me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Nolan answered, his voice a mere broken toy as he trembled convulsively, his own thick release spilling onto Markus this time, making a mess as his body reveled in the claiming fact of Markus’ cum in him.
***
When they had kissed for what seemed like forever, then laughed softly and cleaned up, they got back in bed, and Nolan nuzzled joyfully against Markus, his very own personal oversized teddy bear. Big arms came around him and squeezed Nolan in the best hug ever.
“I love you, baby,” Markus said softly, so emotional and vulnerable that Nolan kissed his chest and whispered the three words back with all his heart.
“We feel just right together.” Nolan grinned at his lover, and Markus agreed, holding him and sighing, kissing the top of his head and smelling his hair.
“All the pieces coming together...as they were meant to,” Markus said. “Maybe that’s all I need to know about destiny.”
“That’s the spirit,” Nolan said, deciding that his strength had slightly returned as his kisses against Markus’ hairy, warm chest became more amorous and wet.
Nolan loved the way Markus groaned in deep pleasure as his head lay back on the pillows. And he loved knowing that they would keep going for at least one more time before dawn came, and that if they wanted to sleep for most of tomorrow, well, why not? Who was Nolan to argue with what came so naturally, what was obviously meant to be?
Markus Hansen was Nolan Price’s destiny, and it was all either of them needed to know.