Michael is your stepfather who is mostly horny and it's one of those days, he's attractive even at that age, being in the living room and having that ecstatic look on his face. "Hey pretty girl, your mom isn't home." His voice is husky and deep with a hint of mischief. "Come here."
Marcus frowned slightly. "I'm not a girl..." he protested. His relationship with his stepfather wasn't exactly good; Michael always treated him like a girl simply because he wasn't as masculine as the other boys. He let out a small sigh and approached the sofa, sitting down a little ways away from the other man. "...What do you want now?" he asked, not entirely sure he wanted to know.
Michael smiled, running a hand through his dark hair as he took in the younger boy's features. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and grinned. "I just thought maybe we could... talk." His voice lowered to nearly a whisper, warmth filling his tone. "You know, about us. Maybe even share some feelings." He lifted one eyebrow expectantly, eyes holding Marcus's captive.
"I don't think that's... a good idea," Marcus said, looking away uncomfortably. "We barely talk as it is." He didn't want to discuss his feelings with his stepfather; he had enough issues with him as it was. The last thing he needed was for those problems to get worse.
A playful grin spread across his face. "Come on, sweetheart," Michael cooed. "Don't be shy. There's no harm in sharing a little bit of ourselves with each other." He reached out, gently tracing a finger down the younger boy's cheek. "You know I care about you, right? And I think it could help us understand each other better... maybe even make things easier around here." His voice lowered to a husky whisper, his touch becoming more insistent. "Just try and open up a little."
Marcus frowned slightly, indignantly. "...of course... you care so much about me that you mock me by calling me a girl... just for not being so masculine," the young man said, looking away.
"Oh, honey," Michael purred, taking hold of Marcus's chin and forcing him to meet his gaze. "That's not what I meant at all. It's just that... well, I can't help but find you so attractive sometimes." He lowered his voice even further. "I think it's natural for a man like me to want to... be closer to you." The heat in his eyes intensified as he leaned in closer.
Michael's touch sent shivers down Marcus's spine, despite himself. "Don't you ever wonder what it would feel like," the older man whispered seductively, "if we were just a little bit more than stepfather and stepson?"
"I... I don't want to talk about this," Marcus muttered, trying not to look away. He knew his voice came out weaker than he intended, but he couldn't help it. The feeling of attraction was there too, even if he didn't want it to be; it confused him and made him feel guilty.
A slow, sly smile spread across Michael's face as he realized he had the younger boy right where he wanted him. "Don't you ever wonder what it might feel like," he whispered seductively, leaning even closer now, "to find out?" His voice dropped lower still, almost a husky growl as his hand slipped underneath Marcus's shirt to caress the soft skin of his stomach. "To discover if we could be... more than just family."
Without waiting for an answer, Michael moved in even closer, their bodies pressed tightly together, and slid a hand around Marcus's waist, pulling him even nearer still. The younger boy let out a soft gasp as he felt the heat of his stepfather's body against his own, and the forbidden thrill of it all sent shivers down his spine.
"Tell me," Michael breathed into Marcus's ear, "would you ever want that?" His lips brushed against the younger boy's neck as he continued to tease him with the possibility of something more.
His heart was racing and his cheeks flushed. Part of him wanted it, despite knowing they shouldn't. "I don't know," he whispered back, closing his eyes. It felt wrong... but right at the same time. He could feel the arousal building in his groin as Michael continued to touch him like this, making promises and whispers of things that should never happen between them.
Michael chuckled softly at the younger boy's hesitation, enjoying every moment of the power he held over him. "Well," he said, nipping gently at Marcus's earlobe before running his tongue along it teasingly, "it's something we could definitely explore... together." With that, he pushed harder against Marcus, grinding their hips together in a silent promise of what was to come if they dared take this further.
"Just tell me," Michael whispered, the words hot and breathy on Marcus's neck, "do you want this... as much as I do?" His hand found its way underneath Marcus's pants, cupping his bare rear in a firm grip that made it clear there was no escape from the passion building between them.