Staring at Marek's freed prick, Colin's tongue darted out and licked the corner of his mouth. “God. How I dreamed about you like this every night.” He ran the tip of his finger up a thick vein in Marek's cock and rubbed the pad over his slit.
Marek hissed and pumped out a fat bead of early cum; his balls already thickened and grew heavy with seed as excitement built in him after so much time living without his mate. Colin teased the sensitized head of Marek's penis a second time, and Marek almost lost his shit right on the spot.
Knocking Colin's hand away, Marek tore his button-down shirt off over his head and quickly kicked off his shoes. He pushed his pants down to the floor in one swooping motion, removing his socks in the act too. “Hurry; you strip too.” About to lean in for another kiss, Marek froze at the sight unfolding before his eyes. “Fuck.” His arousal kicked up a dozen notches as Colin pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside, leaving his sculpted upper body bare. The man's trim lower belly appeared seconds later when he undid the zipper on his jeans. “I'd forgotten how potent you are to my system.” Marek dropped to his knees and helped Colin tug his jeans to his ankles and then step out of them, leaving him nude.
Succumbing to his desire for contact, Marek ran his hands up the outer length of Colin's legs, to his waist, and around to the small of his back. “Christ.” Reverence laced his words. “You are something to see.”
Colin tunneled his hands in Marek's hair and forced his head back until their gazes met. “So are you.”
Marek's face heated, and he pulled his stare off Colin, uncertain what to say. His fingers brushed over the hairline ridge of skin on Colin's back, and his gut twisted at the feel of the scar. Apologies were neither adequate nor wanted anymore, so Marek said what he needed to without words. He pressed his lips to the start of the scar on Colin's abdomen and kissed his way up and along the curve, turning Colin slowly as he followed the thin line around his side to his back. Pausing for a minute to blink back wetness and swallow the thickness in his throat, Marek traced the scar backward with the tip of his tongue until he reached Colin's side. Then he dipped down and laved on the jagged scarring on his hip. Marek knew the damage lying under the darker patch of marred flesh continued to be an occasional source of pain for Colin when he overtaxed himself, so Marek renewed his efforts to give attention to the area, as if loving it enough could draw the pain out of Colin and into him.
Colin cupped his hand under Marek's jaw, stopping him. “You don't have to do that,” he said.
“Yes.” Residual guilt held Marek in its grip, and he knew it would never fully go away. “I do.”
Shifting his back into the wall, Colin looked down; passion clouded his eyes. “Take care of this”—he stroked his cock and rubbed the head across Marek's mouth, wetting him with pre-ejaculate—“and you'll make me the happiest man in Fiji.”
Marek licked his lips and savored the muted bite of Colin's natural lubricant.
Colin murmured an appreciative noise and batted his dick back and forth in front of Marek's face. “Want a little more of that lipstick?” He held his cock just out of touching distance, tormenting Marek.
This man's lighthearted teasing sizzled every nerve in Marek's dick to dancing in a frenzy. “Fuck yes.” Marek would welcome a face full of Colin's spunk, except he would have to give up a mouthful of the stuff, and he wanted Colin's taste on his tongue right now too much to do that. “Give it to me.”
Colin moved in, and Marek let him make one small swipe before he swooped in with wide-open lips and swallowed half of Colin's straining penis, filling his mouth to the brim with hot cock.
Gripping Marek's shoulders, Colin immediately pulled out and pushed back in, getting right to fucking Marek's face. “Oh yeah, take it, take it.” Colin drew his lower lip between his teeth and bit the edge, staring down while Marek looked up. His fingers put a punishing hold on Marek's flesh, penetrating muscle with his hands nearly as completely as he did Marek's mouth with his cock. Marek welcomed Colin's hands on him and his prick in him, even if it wasn't yet in his ass. He licked all up and down Colin's prick, slicking up his burning length, and then wrapped his hand around the base, jerking him off in time with powerful, suctioning drags over the smooth, fat tip. Marek slipped his other hand around Colin's balls to tickle and squeeze the weighty sac, adding another layer to his blowjob.
Curling his hand into a fist, Colin dug his knuckles into Marek's shoulder, bruising him more. “Fuck.” His face contorted with pleasure as he pumped his hips, repeatedly feeding his cock into Marek's mouth. “You know how to touch me just right.”
Excited by Colin's homecoming and his growing arousal, Marek removed his hold from the lower half of Colin's penis and redoubled his efforts to deliver this man every bit of pleasure he could stand. He relaxed his jaw and throat as much as he could and went down on the full length of Colin's erection slowly, tonguing every centimeter along the ultrasensitive underside as he went, and didn't stop until the head kissed his throat. Marek manipulated the velvety-hard cock in his mouth with his tongue, easing it against one cheek then the other as well as up against the roof of his mouth. He even grazed his teeth against the firm flesh in a way
