The apartment was dim, lit only by the city glow filtering through half-drawn blinds. Marcus stood behind Ethan, both of them naked, the air thick with the scent of skin and anticipation. Ethans hands were braced against the wall, his breathing already uneven though nothing had truly begun.
Marcus pressed close, his chest to Ethans back, lips at his ear. Were not rushing tonight, he murmured. I want you feeling every second.
He reached down, slick fingers tracing the line of Ethans spine before circling his entrance. The touch was feather-light at first, then firmer, one finger easing inside with deliberate slowness. Ethans muscles fluttered around the intrusion. Marcus didnt push deeper; he simply held there, letting the heat build.
Minutes stretched. Ethan shifted his hips, seeking more, but Marcuss free hand settled on his waist, stilling him. Not yet, Marcus said, voice low and even. Feel how your body wants to pull me in. Notice it. Dont chase it.
A second finger joined the first, scissoring gently, stretching without hurry. Marcus curled them just enough to graze that sensitive spot inside, then withdrew the pressure before it could crest. Ethans thighs trembled. His cock hung heavy between his legs, untouched and leaking steadily onto the floor.
Marcus withdrew his fingers entirely. The sudden emptiness made Ethan gasp. Then the blunt head of Marcuss cock nudged against him, pressing forward with the same unhurried patience. Inch by inch, Marcus sank inside until he was fully seated, hips flush to Ethans ass. He stopped there, buried deep, and simply breathed against Ethans neck.
Ethans mind raced. Every nerve screamed for movement, for friction, for release. Marcus remained motionless, letting the stretch and fullness register in Ethans body like a slow tide. Time blurred. Sweat gathered at Ethans temples. His thoughts fragmented into pleas he refused to voice yet.
When Marcus finally moved, it was a single, shallow thrustno more than a roll of his hipsbefore he stilled again. The drag across Ethans prostate was electric, but too brief to satisfy. Marcus repeated the motion every thirty seconds or so, each time withdrawing almost completely before sinking back in at the same glacial pace. Ethans legs shook harder with every cycle.
Youre thinking too much about coming, Marcus whispered. Stop. Think about how full you are right now. How your hole clenches every time I almost leave you.
Ethan tried. He focused on the burn, the pressure, the way Marcuss cock throbbed inside him without thrusting. His own erection ached, untouched, the head slick and dark. Minutes passedten, then twentyeach one marked only by the occasional lazy thrust and Marcuss calm voice cataloging every sensation Ethan was denied.
The edge crept closer anyway. Ethans breathing turned ragged. His balls drew tight. Marcus sensed it and froze completely, cock buried to the hilt, one hand wrapping loosely around Ethans throatnot choking, just anchoring.
Dont, Marcus said. Ride it. Let it build and fade without touching you.
Ethan whimpered, the sound raw. His orgasm hovered, then receded like a wave pulling back from shore. Marcus waited until the tremors eased before resuming the same torturous rhythm: one deep thrust, a long pause, another. Ethan lost count of how many times the cycle repeated. His thoughts narrowed to the single point where their bodies joined, to the maddening absence of speed.
When Marcus finally quickenedjust a fractionEthans entire body seized. The thrusts remained controlled, still measured, but deeper now, grinding against that spot with each slow roll. Ethans cock jerked untouched. Marcuss hand left his throat and wrapped around it at last, stroking once, twice, in perfect time with the thrusts.
The orgasm hit like a breaking dam. Ethan cried out, pulsing hard around Marcuss cock as he spilled across the wall and floor. Marcus kept moving through it, slow and relentless, drawing every aftershock until Ethan sagged forward, spent and shaking.
Only then did Marcus allow himself release, a low groan against Ethans shoulder as he filled him. They stayed locked together afterward, Marcuss arms around Ethans chest, both of them breathing hard in the quiet room.
Ethan turned his head, seeking Marcuss mouth. The kiss was soft, almost chaste compared to what had come before.
Next time, Marcus murmured against his lips, we go even slower.
