Seduced by song (marcus) - Dima's Appartment

He stays that way for sometime just enjoying the feeling of her clenching around him. He is spent but still hard inside of her head dipped forward resting his cheek pressed against hers. A contented sigh rolls out of his lungs.

"Not what I had meant by a shower, but your idea was better then mine." he teases after a few moments kissing the side of her face.

She laughs softly, rubbing her smooth cheek against his stubbled face "Hey! You started it. And then you did whatever it was you did..." she shakes her head in amazement "Just..I've never expected to feel like that again." she says quietly, turning a bit to kiss him gently. "How about we rinse off and strip the bed and go lay down some. I kinda just wanna talk to you for awhile" she says softly, pulling back from the kiss.

"Oh I started it?" he teased nibbling at her lips gently. His tone said obviously she was to blame. Lifting her gently he pulled himself out of her and bent down reaching for the bar of soap she had found earlier. He left her in his lap, as he began to slowly soap her body down, running his hands down across her sensitive flesh with gleeful abandon as he enjoyed her reactions as he did so. He took especial care when he came to washing between her legs turning it almost into another round of torturous pleasure since she was so sensitive.

She sighs into the touch, sinking slowly and more firmly back against him while spreading her legs wide to his insistant touch. To say she was putty in his hands would be an understatement, but soon enough she runs her hands up her legs gathering a handful of soapy foam. She reaches behind her and wraps her hand around his still hard cock, beginning to soap it up and down slowly. Her other hand runs along her body, gathering up another handful of soap and runs it along his thick, powerful thighs, massaging it as she moves along the flesh "You know, a boy and or girl could get used to this right?" She says with a playful smile.

His hips inadvertently thrust forward and he groaned and then chuckled, "Okay... if you don't stop we will never leave the shower..." he hissed as she moved her hand over the tip of his member. His lips kiss along her neck once more. He had tried at least right?

She chuckles softly, easing up a bit on the rigid shaft "Not such a terrible place to be though yeah?" she says grinning back at him. Regardless of her words though, she slows to a stop, pulling her hand away reluctantly. She stands and steps fully beneath the stream, lifting her face into the steaming water. Her skin glistens with the moisture, and she glances back at Dima over her shoulder, crooking a finger and silently beckoning him into the stream with her. The bloody water runs off of her in rivulets, leaving her skin smooth and flawless.

Really how could any man refuse that invitation, so he stood and moved to join her under the streaming water washing the blood from his body as well.

"Did I at least come close to meeting your wants for the evening?" he asked with a sense of masculine pride that said he was pretty sure he hand. One hand found her hip and he teased the flesh just there with his thumb.

She smiles easily, leaning back into his chest, closing her eyes beneath the spray "Most of them Dima. All the important ones" She looks down at her hands for a moment then lifts them above her head, feeling the water cascade down her skin. She reluctantly pulls away from the rugged man and moves to collect a fresh, if somewhat damp, towel.

He follows behind her grabbing a bathsheet for himself as well. "Most.. that implies I missed something..." he suggested the teasing tone still there. Wrapping the towel around his waist he tucked one end in so that it would stay in place.

She smiles over her shoulder, and steps clear of the bathroom disappearaing around the corner. When Dima comes out, Marcus is already moving towards the bed naked, drying his hair before stripping off the still soaked sheets and linen. Luckily, none of it soaked through to the bed and he settles down on all fours, looking over his shoulder again with a smirk as he stretches out ahead of him, back bowing which in turn causes the muscles on his back, stomach and thighs to ripple with the movement. "Yes Dima." he says in the same, rich baritone as before.

He stalked slowly forward casting his towel aside as well as he pounced into the bed pinning Marcus beneath him. "You going to tell me?" he teased as he lowered his lips to the other mans neck. "You said you wanted to talk.." he nibbled along his neck, down his shoulder.

He slides backwards toward Dima, molding his body close to the rugged man "Well, there are things I wanted to talk about" he says softly, eyes closing as he feels the hard muscular flesh press against his skin. "Things that I don't really know how to approach. This..." he waves a lazy hand through the air, indicating everything "Is just so amazingly wonderful." He exhales slowly, moving his hips around against Dima's cock. "I want things, but I don't know how to ask for them.." he says quietly, reaching back to run his fingers through Dima's hair again. A favorite position it seems.

"None of that.." Dima says playfully smacking Marcus's ass as he lifts his hips and brushes against Dima's cock. Collapsing to the side he pulled Marcus back against his chest, spooning as his large arms and body wrap around his protectively.

"You can talk to me about anything." He says emphasizing his words with a gentle squeeze.

Marcus nods a bit, snuggling close to the rugged man behind him "Well, first. Tell me about you. You said I didn't know anything about you, nor you me. Well, I'd like to know a bit more about you Dima. Where you are from, how long have you been a kindred, among those things."

"My people are what this time refers to as gypsies. Traveling in camps with wives...children.....brothers and sisters. I have traveled most if europe, though my home is where my family is." He told Marcus.

Marcus sighs wistfully, reaching up to drag one of Dima's muscular arms beneath his head like a pillow. "Sounds...fun. No pressure to conform to the demands of the kindred around you. Free to travel where the mood takes you. Family and friends who love you intensely..." he sighs softly "You paused when you mentioned children. Are you a father Dima? And how old are you? I've been dying to know that since I saw you."

"I never had any children out my own, but over the years my wife and I took in children, raised them as our own." He replied, there was a heaviness to his voice that spoke of loss, heavy loss and guilt.

Understanding dawns in his voice "The woman on the beach..." he breaths out, looking down at the bed for a moment. He bites his lips though sharply, not saying anything for a time. After a few moments, he speaks again softly "Are any of your children still around Dima?"

"Their childrens children, they travel with us." He replied after a minute if silence. His arms seemed to tighten around Marcus as though he was the one who was scared that Marcus would leave now.

"I'm not going anywhere" he whispers softly, lifting one of Dima's hands to his lips to kiss it gently. "But I have to ask you about your wife. Am I an interloper here? I would never want to cause you distress by my presence, regardless of how strongly I feel for you" There is a touch of hesitation in his voice, perhaps an undertone of disbelief at his own feelings he utters those quiet words.

His head nuzzled against Marcus's cheek, "This feels...right." He said softly. His arms still wound around Marcus like he would never let him go.

He relaxes into the hold, a faint smile touching his lips "I can ask you anything? Say anything? Be anyone?" he asks softly, craning his neck back to peer at Dima steadily.

"Yes," he whispered staring intently into Marcus's green eyes. He almost looked hopeful.

"I won't ask you to stay, unless it is what you want. I won't lie, I am confused, I care deeply for you, for her... I..." He bites his lip. "I can't cast her aside..." He laid it out for Marcus the truth of the situation.

He shakes his head some, turning to face the handsome man "I would never ask that of you Dima. Ever!" there is a firm resolve in his voice as he says this "But I care for you in a way I never thought I would again. You are everything I have ever looked for in a man, rolled up into this devestatingly beautiful creature. I -want- to share my life with you Dima. I want you to love me, as I already love you. I know you have commitments and relationships that you will always hold dear, and that's fine. But I honestly can't imagine my life without you in it now...." It was time to be honest, so he was being honest. For better or for worse.

"Can you be happy...knowing you would be sharing me...my love?" He sounds so hesitant.