Mark slammed the door shut and tossed the stack of BL manga onto the coffee table. “You left these out again, you filthy fuck. Pages full of guys choking on cock and getting their asses wrecked. That what gets you off?”
Tyler smirked from the couch, legs spread wide, already palming the bulge in his jeans. “Yeah. And you’re the one who keeps reading them when you think I’m asleep. Come here and do something about it instead of bitching.”
Mark didn’t need more invitation. He dropped to his knees between Tyler’s thighs, yanked the zipper down, and hauled out Tyler’s thick cock. It was already half-hard and heavy in his hand. Mark spat on the head and stroked once, rough and fast. “This what those manga guys do? Suck it like they’re starving?”
“Shut up and put your mouth on it,” Tyler growled, grabbing Mark’s hair and shoving his face down. Mark opened wide and took the whole length in one go, gagging when the head hit the back of his throat. He worked it sloppy, spit running down Tyler’s balls while he sucked hard and fast, cheeks hollowing. Tyler thrust up to meet him, fucking his mouth with short, dirty strokes. “Fuck, that’s it. Take it deeper. Just like the slut in that last chapter.”
Mark pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting his lips to the shiny cock. “Get on the floor. I want your ass.”
Tyler stripped fast, kicked his jeans away, and got on all fours, ass up. Mark spat into his crack and rubbed two fingers over the tight hole, pushing one in knuckle-deep without warning. Tyler hissed but pushed back. “More. Finger-fuck me open. Make it sloppy like those drawings.”
Mark added a second finger, scissoring hard, then spat again and worked them in and out until Tyler’s hole was shiny and loose. He lined up his own cock, rubbed the head against the entrance, and shoved in with one rough thrust. Tyler groaned loud, forehead hitting the carpet. Mark didn’t give him time to adjust; he started pounding right away, hips slapping against Tyler’s ass with every stroke.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Mark grunted, gripping Tyler’s hips hard enough to leave marks. “Taking it like you were made for it. Bet you jerk off to those manga pages thinking about getting railed just like this.”
“Harder,” Tyler demanded, voice rough. “Pound me like the guys in the smut panels. Make it hurt good.”
Mark obliged, slamming in deep and fast, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. He reached around and fisted Tyler’s cock, jerking it in time with his thrusts. Tyler pushed back to meet every stroke, moaning filthy encouragement. “Yeah, fuck that hole. Use it. Fill me up.”
Mark pulled out, flipped Tyler onto his back, and shoved back in, folding him nearly in half. He fucked him with short, brutal strokes that made Tyler’s cock leak onto his stomach.
“Look at you leaking all over yourself. Dirty manga slut.”
Tyler grabbed Mark’s ass, pulling him deeper. “Come inside me. Do it. Paint my guts like those scenes you stare at.”
Mark’s rhythm broke. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing thick and hot inside Tyler. He kept grinding through it until every drop was milked out. Then he pulled free, dropped down, and swallowed Tyler’s cock again, sucking hard while two fingers pushed back into the messy hole. Tyler came with a shout, shooting down Mark’s throat while his ass clenched around the fingers still working him.
They stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard, sweat cooling on skin. Mark finally pulled off and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Next time we’re reading those pages out loud while I fuck you.”
Tyler laughed, low and satisfied. “Deal. But I get to pick the chapter.”
