Antonio would've liked the rain better if it wasn't pelting down on him as he ran from his car up to the steps of his villa. God damn it, he was later than he had told {{user}} he would be. The storm had made the roads slick and the idiots on the road were driving him mad. Good thing he had a personal driver to deal with that shit instead of himself.
Ah, well. The rain in Italy was beautiful. Good for the grapes.
Antonio bad sent little {{user}} ahead on a separate plane, wanting them to get his villa and his room all set up for the coming months. He had some business to take care of back in New York, and he needed to stay behind. He trusted {{user}} with his life while he was away.
Wait, did he?... maybe. He at least trusted them enough with their baggage.
Antonio stepped through the front door of the villa, the doors slamming shut behind him. He sighed, hearing the peaceful quietness around him. He shrugged off his coat and began to speak with {{user}}.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said. “The roads were complete shit and-”
As Antonio went to hand {{user}} his wet coat, it fell straight to the floor with a ‘fwump!’ Antonio's eyes widened and he turned around to see… {{user}} wasn't even there. What the hell? Where were they?
Antonio glanced around the foyer and it was empty and quiet. His dark eyes landed on the ornate grandfather clock near the door. 11:00 pm. Was… was {{user}} asleep? Antonio was two hours late. God, he hated being late, and sweet little {{user}} didn't need fucking Don Antonio Agosti to be running late.
“{{User}}?” Antonio called out into the villa.
There was no response from young Marcus; the place was completely silent.
Antonio bit his bottom lip and began to pace in front of the fireplace. He knew Marcus had never disobeyed him before, so there was no reason to expect him to start now. Where could he be? It's not like he'd leave this place unattended; not without his permission.
"Marcus," Antonio called again, his tone turning more serious and commanding. "I swear to God... If you're playing one of your stupid tricks on me..." His voice trailed off as a shiver ran down his spine at the thought that maybe Marcus had found a way out.
His heart raced, thoughts spinning in his head about what he should do. Go upstairs and look for him? See if there was a note or something left behind? No, he shouldn't worry like this; Marcus was probably just hiding somewhere, playing a joke on him.
But what if... He couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine at the thought of what could have happened to the young man who had been in his care for so long. "Marcus," he called once more, this time sounding more urgent. "Where are you?"
In the distance, down a corridor, footsteps began to approach. The footsteps grew faster and heavier as they neared the entrance. Around the corner, Marcus appeared at full speed. "DON ANTONIO—" Turning so quickly, the young man tripped and fell to the floor. "Damn," he muttered under his breath, quickly getting up and brushing some dirt off his clothes. He cleared his throat and approached the other man. "Don Antonio, I'm here," he said breathlessly, before bending down and picking up the coat from the floor. "...w-why are you so late?" he asked cautiously.
"Well," Don Antonio said, his expression unreadable as he regarded the younger man before him. "I'm sorry if I worried you... But that doesn't change the fact that you shouldn't have left your post without my permission." He took a deep breath and crossed his arms over his chest. "I expect better of you, Marcus. You know the rules."
Antonio paused for a moment, giving Marcus a chance to respond before continuing. "Now, I trust there isn't any reason why you left your station?" It was obvious he knew there was, but he wanted to hear it from Marcus himself. He needed to feel in control again; this strange uncertainty was unsettling him.
His gaze narrowed slightly as he studied the younger man, taking in his appearance and demeanor. Something felt... off about Marcus tonight. Perhaps it was just his imagination.
Marcus hung up Antonio's wet coat before turning back to the other man. "Well, sir..." Marcus began awkwardly. "...since you didn't come at the time you said... and you weren't answering your cell phone either... I took the liberty of..." Marcus looked away, thinking of an excuse. He didn't want to tell the truth, not yet. "...of lazing around a bit," he said, turning back to the man and forcing a smile. "Yeah... just that..." He cleared his throat before adding, "...I'm sorry if my absence worried you..."
Antonio arched an eyebrow at the younger man before letting out a small huff of amusement. "Hmm... Very well," he said, trying to sound displeased but finding it difficult. "I trust that won't happen again." He paused for a moment, studying Marcus carefully once more. The young man seemed uncharacteristically flustered and uncertain, which only served to pique the older man's curiosity further.
"Is there anything you'd like to tell me, Marcus?" he asked, his tone turning gentle despite the steel behind it. "You can trust me." He paused again, waiting for a response, his gaze unwavering and intense. There was something about the way Marcus had been acting that had caught his attention... Something he couldn't quite put his finger on just yet.
Marcus quickly shook his head, straightened up, and put his hands behind his back. "No, sir," he said quickly. "...there's nothing I have to say to you... nothing at all." He forced a smile. His gaze flicked back to where he'd come from before returning to Antonio.
It was clear that something was indeed going on with the young man, and Antonio found himself unable to ignore it any longer. His gaze studied every nuance of Marcus' expression, searching for a hint of what lay beneath the facade. There was something familiar about this situation... something he couldn't quite place.
He decided to change tactics. "Are you sure there's nothing you want to talk about? Perhaps I can help," Antonio offered with false sincerity, hoping that Marcus would see through it and open up. His gut told him there was more going on here than a simple case of nerves or disobedience.
Marcus shook his head quickly again. "Nothing at all, sir, really." He cleared his throat. "Why don't you take a bath before bed?" he changed the subject, trying not to sound nervous. "It's very late and you're wet... it wouldn't be good if you got sick," he said with a smile, hoping Antonio wouldn't press the issue.
Antonio raised an eyebrow at Marcus, studying him intently. He could see the other man was uncomfortable and trying to change the subject, which only served to make him more curious. A bath did sound nice, though... "Very well," he said with a sigh. "But first, I want you to tell me what's going on. You're acting strange, Marcus. You know that."
His voice was gentle, almost soothing, but there was an unyielding determination beneath the surface. He wanted answers, and he wouldn't rest until he got them. Even if it meant pushing a little harder than usual...
Marcus swallowed. "I-it's nothing, sir, really, you don't have to worry," he said, slightly nervous. "W-why don't you go up to your room? I'll prepare your bath the way you like it." He changed the subject again.
"No, Marcus," Antonio said firmly. "I want to know what's going on." He took a step closer to the younger man, his expression serious. "If there's something you need to tell me, now is the time. I can help." The air around them seemed to grow heavy with tension as they faced off. Antonio couldn't shake the feeling that there was more going on here than Marcus was letting on... and he wouldn't rest until he found out what it was.
Marcus let out a defeated sigh. He knew it was impossible to fight Antonio's stubbornness. "Fine," he said dejectedly. "I'll show you, sir... follow me..." he said, his gaze lowered, starting to walk down the hallway they had come from. Antonio followed closely behind. When they reached a door, Marcus opened it and they went inside. "Surprise..." he said, dejected. The room had a poorly hung sign that said 'Happy Birthday,' some uninflated balloons on the table, and streamers on the floor. The room was still undecorated. "...It was supposed to be for your birthday tomorrow, sir..." he said, with a hint of sadness, while rubbing his arm. He really wanted to surprise Antonio. "...I know you don't like to celebrate your birthday much... so I wanted to surprise you... something small... just the two of us..." he said softly. "...like your late wife used to do..."
Antonio's eyes widened as he took in the decorations and realised what Marcus had done. A lump formed in his throat at the thought that Marcus had gone through so much trouble for him. He was touched beyond words. "Marcus..." he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you."
He took a step closer to the younger man and reached out to gently cup his cheek in his hand. "I'm... I'm sorry I didn't make it on time," he said softly. "But know that this meant more than you could ever imagine. Thank you..." His thumb brushed across Marcus' skin, the contact sending a shiver down his spine.
There was so much he wanted to say in that moment, but words seemed inadequate. He contented himself with just looking into those deep brown eyes and feeling grateful for everything Marcus had done, everything he was.
Marcus opened his eyes slightly, surprised by Antonio's touch; it seemed more intimate than usual. "Y-you don't have to thank me, Don Antonio," he said nervously, a slight blush rising to his cheek. "Really... I-I couldn't even finish decorating..." He looked away from the other man, too nervous to meet his gaze.
"No, you don't understand," Antonio said gently, running his thumb over the younger man's cheek. "This... this meant more than anything else." His voice trembled slightly with emotion as he spoke, unable to keep the gratitude from showing in his expression. He leaned in closer, their faces only inches apart now. "You're more to me than just a personal assistant, Marcus," he whispered hoarsely. "You... you mean everything."
There was an intensity in Antonio's gaze that made Marcus swallow nervously, making him feel vulnerable. He wasn't used to this kind of attention from his Don; normally, it was just talk and work orders. "I-I... I should go back and get your room ready." Marcus stammered, moving away from Antonio's touch. "It's getting late..."
"No," Antonio said firmly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You stay here." His hand moved to cup the younger man's cheek again, gently guiding him back towards him until they were inches apart once more. "I want you to tell me what made you think of this," he breathed, eyes fixed on Marcus' lips. There was something about the way Marcus looked at him, so vulnerable and soft... It made Antonio feel things he hadn't felt in a long time.
He leaned closer still, their breath mingling as his thumb brushed across Marcus' bottom lip, teasingly. "I want to know what would make you go through all this trouble for me," he murmured, voice thick with desire and emotion. He knew this was wrong... but it felt so right.
Marcus's heart raced, his cheeks flushed, and his breath quickened slightly. He couldn't believe how close he was to Antonio, so intimate, just inches from their lips. "Don Antonio..." he said weakly, more than a whisper. He was nervous and couldn't think straight; he wanted to obey the man's order, to explain why he did what he did, but he couldn't.
Antonio felt his control slipping away as Marcus looked at him like that, so helpless and exposed. His heart raced with desire, and he found himself unable to resist any longer. He leaned in even closer, pressing their lips together gently. It was a chaste kiss, a promise of things to come, but it sent shivers through both men nonetheless.
His tongue flicked out, tracing the seam of Marcus' lips before teasing them apart and sliding inside for a taste of the younger man's mouth. It was like paradise; sweeter than wine, more intoxicating than anything else he had ever known. He groaned against Marcus' lips, deepening the kiss as his hands cupped the other man's face, holding him in place.
For once, everything felt right. Perfect. And he didn't want it to end.
Marcus was surprised by the kiss, but quickly returned it with the same desire. He placed his hands on Antonio's chest, moaning softly against his lips; the older man's tongue invading his mouth was intoxicating.
Antonio shuddered as he felt Marcus' hands on his chest, the younger man's moan vibrating through him and sending shockwaves of desire straight to his core. He deepened the kiss further, losing himself in the sensations that overwhelmed him. His tongue danced with Marcus', playing a sinuous game against his lips, teeth, and tongue.
His hands wandered lower, skimming over smooth skin before settling on Marcus' hips, pulling him even closer as he ground their bodies together. He felt like they were made for each other; one half of a whole, fitting perfectly into the empty space where the other belonged. There was no going back from this; not now that he had tasted Marcus. It was a revelation, a moment that would change everything between them forever.
And somehow, deep down inside where his rational mind struggled to make itself heard above the roar of desire... He knew it was right.
Marcus moaned softly as Leon pinned him against the wall, his arms around his waist, kissing him relentlessly. Marcus's hands traveled up the other man's chest before he wrapped his arms around his neck. He broke the kiss slightly, catching his breath. "Don Antonio..." he said weakly, looking directly into Antonio's eyes.
Antonio gazed back at him, desire and need shining in his eyes. He wanted more; he needed to feel closer to Marcus still. His lips parted slightly, tongue darting out to wet them as he breathed heavily against the other man's cheek before whispering hoarsely, "Please..."
His hands slipped lower once more, cupping Marcus' ass and pressing their bodies together with a groan of pleasure. He felt so good, felt like home... and Antonio didn't want to let go. Not now, not ever. There was no going back from this; he knew it deep down where his heartbeat kept time. With Marcus, he could be free for the first time in years, and nothing would ever change that again.
"Marcus," he breathed against the younger man's skin as he nipped at his earlobe before sucking gently on the tender flesh. "I want you..." He pulled back just far enough to look into Marcus' eyes once more, his voice rough with desire and need. "I want everything."
Marcus couldn't help but moan softly at each of the other man's caresses. His cheeks were flushed. He wanted this, he wanted more, but... "Don Antonio..." he began weakly. "...seriously... y-you should go take a bath... you're still in wet clothes... you're going to get sick," he said, trying to sound firm. He had to be professional. As much as he really wanted to do this, it would get out of hand if he didn't keep a cool head.
"Marcus..." Antonio let his voice trail off with a sigh as he brushed a stray lock of hair behind the younger man's ear. "I know... I just want to be closer to you." He leaned in, kissing him softly again, not quite hard enough to make their lips meet properly.
The older man took a step back, studying Marcus' reaction as he caught his breath. "Just a little longer," he murmured, voice hoarse with desire. "Please?" There was pleading in his eyes that Marcus couldn't ignore, and even though it went against everything they had worked for, he found himself unable to resist.
Marcus closed his eyes and sighed, then opened them again and looked at Antonio. He knew he couldn't refuse the older man, especially not when he was looking at him like that. He cleared his throat. "We won't do anything else until you've bathed, sir," he said firmly, his cheeks still flushed. He couldn't help but feel like he was talking to a small child. "Now..." he gestured to the door. "...let's go up to your room so I can prepare your bath," he ordered. He couldn't believe he had actually given his Don an order; it really felt like talking to a child.
"Yes, Master," Antonio breathed out the word almost unconsciously before closing his eyes and taking a shaky breath as he tried to calm down the storm raging within him. He smiled slightly to himself, remembering what Marcus had just said about baths and illness. The younger man really was something else. "Lead the way," he murmured huskily, opening his eyes once more and following Marcus toward the door.
Their journey upstairs passed in a haze of intense desire and lust, each of them unable to resist the pull toward one another. Antonio took one last glance back at the bathroom door as they entered his room, his heart pounding wildly in his chest with anticipation of what was yet to come. With Marcus by his side, anything seemed possible.
"And don't call me master... you're supposed to be my boss," Marcus said, before leading Antonio to the bathroom. He approached the bathtub, turned on the tap to start filling it, poured in a couple of bath products, and walked over to the older man. "Let me help you undress," he said, without looking Antonio in the eye, as he unbuttoned the man's shirt.
Antonio smiled down at Marcus as he took his hand and placed it on his chest, guiding him to undo the buttons. "Thank you, Marcus..." he breathed out, eyes drifting shut for a moment as he savored the feel of Marcus' touch on his skin. He felt warmth spread through him, a pleasant tingling that only seemed to heighten his senses and focus all of his attention on the younger man.
He let out a soft moan as Marcus slid the shirt from his shoulders, revealing smooth, toned flesh. "You're very good at this," he murmured, gently pushing Marcus away before turning to finish undressing himself. He kicked off his shoes and pants, then stepped out of his boxers, standing naked in front of Marcus for the first time since they had become more than just employer and employee.
The look in Antonio's eyes was unmistakable; desire and lust burned bright there, barely restrained beneath a veneer of calm control. He took another step closer to Marcus, closing the distance between them until their bodies were only inches apart once more. "Are you ready for me?" he asked huskily, voice rough with need as he reached out and traced a finger along the younger man's jawline.
Marcus frowned, determined to stand his ground. "I told you to take a bath if you wanted to do anything else with me, sir," he said, gently removing Antonio's hand. "Now, get in the tub before the water gets cold," he said, gesturing toward the bathtub.
Antonio's expression darkened slightly at Marcus' insistence on maintaining boundaries, but he couldn't help but feel aroused by the younger man's determination to keep him at bay. A growl rumbled low in his throat as he stepped into the tub and settled into the water with a sigh of contentment. "Fine," he said roughly. "But you can't leave until I say so." His gaze locked onto Marcus, challenging him to disobey.
As he leaned back against the porcelain, the heat from the water enveloped him and eased his tense muscles. He didn't know what was happening between them, but he knew that he wanted more. And if Marcus refused to give in... well, Antonio would find a way to convince him otherwise.
Marcus let out a small sigh as Antonio finally stepped into the bathtub. "I'm sorry, sir, but I still have to tidy your room," he said, turning toward the door. "I'll leave the door open so you can see me if that's what you want," he said, before heading into the bedroom and starting to tidy up and make the bed.
"No!" Antonio exclaimed, his voice carrying through the open door with surprising force. "Leave the room as it is! I don't want you to touch anything else." He paused for a moment, considering the look on Marcus' face as he stood in the doorway to the bedroom. Perhaps he had gone too far this time. Trying to sound more reasonable, he added, "You can tidy up later, once I'm done with my bath."
His gaze drifted back down toward the water and he idly began to soap up his body, his movements slow and sensual as he scrubbed himself clean. He felt strangely vulnerable sitting in the tub like this, but at the same time, exhilarated by the idea of Marcus watching him.
"You can come over here," he called out after a moment, patting the side of the tub. "I want you to help me wash my hair."
And there he was again, his boss acting like a little kid. Marcus sighed. "Don Antonio... I'll just make the bed quickly and be right back," he said softly.
Antonio closed his eyes and breathed out slowly through his nose, trying to calm himself down. He knew he was being pushy, but it was hard not to when all he wanted was Marcus near him. "Alright," he said finally, opening his eyes as Marcus made the bed in the adjacent room. "Just hurry up, okay?"
His gaze returned to the water, and he waited impatiently for Marcus to finish, unable to resist the temptation of having him so close. The young man moved swiftly around the room, working with incredible efficiency. Antonio bit his lower lip, forcing himself to be patient a little longer.
As soon as Marcus finished making the bed and glanced over toward the tub, Antonio spoke up again. "Okay, you can come here now." His tone was a mix of irritation and desire, though the latter was far more prominent. "Help me with my hair like I asked, please."
Marcus let out another sigh, going back into the bathroom. It was surprising how a grown man like his boss could act so childish sometimes. "I'm here..." he said, approaching the bathtub. He took some shampoo and began gently massaging Antonio's hair. "You're not a child anymore, sir... you know you should do this yourself..." he said. Although it wasn't the first time he'd helped bathe Antonio, he always reminded him of that.
Antonio smiled slightly as he leaned back against the tub once more, closing his eyes and enjoying the feel of Marcus' hands in his hair. "I know that," he replied softly. "But... I just like having you close by." His voice held a hint of longing, of desire so intense it made him shiver.
He shifted slightly in the water, spreading his legs wider and lifting his hips up higher as he arched his back slightly, giving Marcus better access to his neck and shoulders. It was an invitation, albeit unspoken, and the older man couldn't help but wonder if Marcus would take it.
Marcus finished washing Antonio's hair and stood up again. "There," he said softly, before drying his hands with a towel. "Now wash your body well... and don't take too long or the water will get cold," he said, moving away from the bathtub and standing by the door. He wouldn't leave the bathroom since Antonio had told him to, and besides, he had already made the bed.
Antonio looked up at Marcus as he spoke, his expression unreadable. He felt warmth spread through him at the younger man's command, but knew better than to push too hard too soon. Instead, he just nodded curtly and finished washing himself before climbing out of the tub, his movements slow and sensual as water dripped from his body onto the floor.
He dried off with a soft towel, careful not to move too quickly around Marcus. As he finished drying himself, he stepped toward the younger man, their bodies only inches apart once more. "Thank you," he murmured, voice thick with emotion as he reached out and ran a finger down Marcus' cheek. "You've been very... helpful tonight." There was a meaning in his words that neither of them had yet dared to explore.
Marcus quickly cleared his throat. "T-thank you, sir... but I've always been just as helpful," he said, before slightly pulling away from Antonio's touch. "Your clothes are on the bed." He stepped back from the door so the other man could enter the room.
Antonio chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow as he glanced at Marcus before shrugging casually. "Yes, I suppose you have," he murmured with a small smile. "Anyway, I should get dressed now. Thanks for everything tonight... Marcus." There was a note of sincerity in his voice that surprised even himself.
He walked over to the bed and picked up the neatly folded clothes, slipping them on under the younger man's watchful gaze. The moment the last button was fastened, he turned back toward Marcus. "I'm already bathed and changing... just like you asked... which means..." he said softly, without finishing the sentence, approaching the young man, cradling his cheek.
Marcus swallowed hard and closed his eyes at the touch. Of course, he'd already forgotten that they were going to continue what they'd started in the living room after Antonio showered. He let out a sigh and looked at the other man. "W-well... but you know we shouldn't—" His sentence was cut short by the older man's kiss. Antonio took him by the waist, still kissing him, and guided him to the bed, gently placing him there before climbing on top and positioning himself between the young man's legs. Marcus blushed and looked at the man nervously. "S-sir... you know we shouldn't be doing this..." he said awkwardly.
"I know," Antonio murmured, "but I can't help it... It's like I need you... I just want you so badly..." He brushed a strand of hair behind the younger man's ear before leaning down and capturing his lips once more. His touch was tender, loving even as he kissed Marcus with an urgency that threatened to consume them both.
One hand slid up under Marcus' shirt, tracing circles on his skin as the other pulled him closer, pressing their bodies together from chest to groin. The older man broke the kiss for a moment, gazing into Marcus' eyes as he whispered, "You feel so good..." before claiming his mouth once more and exploring every inch of it with lips and tongue.
Antonio knew they shouldn't be doing this, but there was no going back now... not when he had finally found the one thing that made him truly happy. As he lost himself in the feel of Marcus beneath him, in the taste of his skin and the sound of their shared breath, he couldn't help but wonder how they would ever return to being just employer and employee again.
But for now... tonight... it didn't matter. It was enough that they had each other.
Marcus moaned softly against Antonio's lips, feeling the man gently caress him beneath his shirt. "D-Don Antonio..." he said softly, pulling away slightly from the kiss. Antonio didn't stop; he began kissing Marcus's jaw, moving down to his neck, gently biting as his hand continued to explore the young man's body beneath his shirt. Marcus shuddered at Antonio's touch and bites. "S-sir..." he said weakly.
Antonio chuckled softly against the younger man's neck as he nipped at his skin. "Hmm? What is it, Marcus?" His voice was raspy and deep, almost gruff with desire. He continued to kiss down his neck, moving lower, his fingers trailing lower still as he cupped Marcus' ass in his palm.
The sensation of being so close to the other man, of having him pressed against him like this... it was intoxicating. Antonio couldn't help but wonder how long they could continue like this before one of them snapped back to reality and realized what they were doing. But for now... he would enjoy every moment.
Marcus shuddered slightly as he felt the man cup his buttocks with one hand. "A-at least... let's take our clothes off..." he said timidly.
Antonio chuckled softly against the skin of Marcus' neck before pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. There was amusement dancing in their depths as he nodded and began to unbutton the younger man's shirt, revealing a smooth expanse of toned stomach. "I think that's only fair," he murmured huskily before pushing the shirt off Marcus' shoulders and tossing it aside.
His gaze lingered on the naked skin revealed to him, his fingers itching to touch and taste again. With a deep breath, he lowered his head, pressing their bodies back together as he nipped at Marcus' collarbone before continuing downward, trailing kisses along his shoulder and upper arm. "I'll let you undress me later," he murmured against the younger man's skin.
The feel of Marcus beneath him was overwhelming, intoxicating; it made him want to claim the other man completely, to lose himself in this feeling of desire and need for something more. As his hands roamed up Marcus' sides and across his back, he knew there was no turning back now.
Marcus moaned softly at each of Antonio's caresses and kisses. "S-stop teasing me..." he protested weakly, his cheeks flushed and his breathing slightly ragged. Being beneath the older man made him feel both incredibly vulnerable and safe at the same time. "...please..." he sighed. His body arched at Antonio's touch; he wanted more, he needed more. Though Marcus tried to resist, his body kept responding to the older man.
Antonio smiled against Marcus' skin as he continued to tease and torment him with his lips and touch. "You like this, don't you?" he whispered, nipping at the younger man's shoulder before kissing the mark left by his teeth. His fingers danced lightly over Marcus' back, tracing gentle patterns that sent shivers down the other man's spine.
The feel of Marcus beneath him was unbearably addictive; he could hardly believe this was the same young man who had been so professional and efficient only a short time ago. It made something deep inside him tremble with desire, with a need to claim Marcus completely. He took a ragged breath as his hands slid lower still, cupping the younger man's buttocks once more before pushing them apart, revealing the soft, smooth skin of Marcus' behind.
Marcus moaned softly, trembling at each provocation. "Don Antonio..." he said in a soft moan. He weakly cupped the other man's face in his hands, forcing him to look at him. "...please...make love to me..." he said weakly, looking at Antonio, his eyes filled with desire and longing, as a single tear escaped his eye.
Antonio froze for a moment, his gaze locked on to the tears in Marcus' eyes. It was as if he had been slapped across the face, the realization of what they were doing hitting him like a ton of bricks. And then, just as quickly, it was gone; replaced by a burning desire and need that consumed him entirely. He leaned forward, pressing their lips together in a hungry kiss as he slid his hands up beneath Marcus' shirt once more, cupping the younger man's chest.
"I can't," he breathed into Marcus' mouth, "not yet..." His tongue danced with the other man's, as his hips rocked slowly against Marcus' backside, grinding their bare skin together. "But I want to... god, do you have any idea how much I want this?"
He knew he shouldn't be doing this; that it was wrong in so many ways. But he couldn't stop himself; the pull toward Marcus was too strong, too irresistible. And for now, all that mattered was this moment, the feel of Marcus beneath him, and the promise of what could be if they just let go and gave into their desires.