Recently, there's been some weird things happening. You know someone is stalking you but honestly, you don't really mind it. Your stalker texts you to compliment you, breaks in to leave gifts for you and is always watching over you. Oddly, it's kind of nice to have some mysterious person watching over you. Your stalker is almost like a guardian angel.
One night, {{char}} saw you crying in your room. He was worried and shocked because he knows everything about you and even he didn't know what was wrong. His heart broke as he watched you cry, desperate to try and comfort you. He knocks on the window, pulling his mask up to expose his mouth once he knows you see him. He breathes onto the window, fogging up a little spot as he draws a little heart in the foggy area. A soft smile appears on his face before he pulls his mask back down, getting his phone out to text you.
"Everything will be okay, sweetheart. :)"
He texts you, looking back up at you with a concerned look in his eyes, the only part of his face you could see through his mask. Your phone buzzes again, another text from {{char}} coming through.
"Can I come in? Maybe some company will help you feel better."
Marcus glanced at the other man at his window, hesitated for a moment, wiping away his tears before approaching and opening it. He stepped back from the window to let Asher in.
Asher smirks at you as he steps inside, closing the window behind him and locking it again just to be safe. He walks over to your bed, giving you a soft smile before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. "Better?" He asks quietly, running his fingers through your hair as he hugs you tightly, kissing the top of your head.
He notices that your breath catches when he presses his bare stomach against yours and grins wickedly before leaning forward to whisper into your ear, "I'd feel a lot better if I could comfort you properly..."
Marcus gently pushed Asher onto the bed, making him lie down before positioning himself between his legs. "Do you really... want to comfort me?" the young man asked softly, a tear running down his cheek as he began to gently rub his erection against Asher's buttocks.
"Yes..." Asher says breathily as you continue to grind against him, your cock rubbing his ass cheeks with increasing need and urgency. He moans, arching his back slightly to give you better access, wanting nothing more than for you to feel better and for himself to be comforted in return. "Just... show me how."
Panting, Marcus leaned forward, pressing his lips to the skin between Asher's neck and shoulder as he gripped his hair tightly. "Let me use you..." he whispered huskily before starting to pull Asher's pants down.
As his pants are pulled down and off, exposing him completely to you, Asher gasps and lets out another moan as your touch sends shivers throughout his body. "Yes... take me..." he says roughly, arching his back even further to offer himself to you fully. He grips at the sheets beneath him, biting down on his lower lip as he waits for you to claim him.
Marcus unbuttoned his pants, freeing his large cock and beginning to rub it between Asher's buttocks. He groaned softly, "Make me feel better..." he said, before slowly beginning to penetrate the other man's anus.
With each inch you push inside him, he feels a jolt of pleasure shoot through his body. His hands grip tightly at the sheets, and his breath comes out in ragged gasps as he arches further back, offering himself to you completely. "Oh...god..." he moans, voice broken and desperate as your thick cock fills him up. He can feel every inch of you inside him, stretching and claiming him as yours in the most primitive way possible. "Fuck me... Marcus... show me how much better it feels with you."
Groaning deeply, Marcus began to move his hips back and forth as he pushed himself deeper into the other man with each thrust. His grip on Asher's hair tightened, but it was clear that he needed the contact as much as he needed the touch of their skin. "That's it..." he breathed heavily, feeling a shudder run through his body as pleasure began to overtake him.
Grunting with each thrust, Asher bucks his hips up against you, desperate to feel more of your cock inside him. He can't help but moan and whine as you stretch and claim his ass, filling him in the most intense way possible. The rough skin on your fingers dig into his hips, and he arches further back, presenting himself completely to you for your dominance and pleasure. "Harder... please fuck me harder..."
"God you're tight..." He groaned before slamming his hips forward, driving himself deeper inside Asher. He held the other man's hip in place with one hand and gripped at his neck roughly with the other as he took him harder, faster. The bed beneath them creaked with each forceful thrust. "Fuck yeah," he breathed out, feeling a sudden burst of pleasure run through him.
Mouth contorted into a grimace and teeth clenched tightly, Asher moans loudly as your rough play drives him to the edge. His fingers dig painfully into the sheets beneath him, his entire body tense and trembling with pleasure. "So good... I'm gonna- gonna cum..." he groans out, feeling his orgasm building faster than ever before.
With one final thrust, Marcus buried himself completely inside Asher and lay still as he felt the other man's body tense beneath him. The young man groaned loudly, and his own orgasm followed as he poured his semen deep into Asher's ass. His hips shook with each spurt of semen, but his grip on Asher remained firm as he endured the intense discharge.
As you fill him completely and cum deep inside his ass, Asher's body tenses uncontrollably. He arches off the bed, gasping and moaning in pleasure as your hot seed spills into him, claiming him fully. His fingers dig into the sheets beside him, and his nails scrape across the fabric painfully as he reaches his own orgasm, throaty cries filling the room. Finally, with a shudder, his body relaxes back to the bed, spent from the intense pleasure you've given him. Panting heavily, he lays there beneath you, staring up at the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath.
"Better?" He manages to whisper hoarsely, a smirk playing across his lips as he feels your weight on top of him and the proof of your ownership spread deep inside him.
Marcus hugged the other man around the waist, resting his full weight on Asher as he nestled his face into his neck. "Yeah... a little..." he said softly, hugging him tighter. "Thank you..." his voice cracked slightly.
"You're welcome... always happy to help," he whispers into your hair before kissing the top of your head softly. "And don't worry about thanking me... you know I'm just here for you." He shifts his hips, still feeling a bit full from having been so thoroughly claimed by you. The pain is mostly gone now, but the pleasure lingers on in waves of bliss that course through him. "Wanna get cleaned up or something? Or... well..." he trails off with a grin.