Seduced by song (marcus) - Dima's Appartment

Marcus arches an eyebrow speculatively, but that doesn't stop the desire and need from filling his pale emerald eyes. He slides out of Dima's lap, pressing an aggressive kiss into the mans lips while simultaneously pushing him back against the bed. His cock is already hard as Marcus slides his hands down Dima's muscular thigh. He breaks the kiss, eyes smoldering as he looks at the man beneath him "I want to feel this as a man..." he whispers hotly, finger hooking beneath Dima's leg to pull it against his own sleekly muscled thigh.

One hand moves to between Dima's legs, gripping his manhood and giving it a few firm strokes. The change in him was almost startling as he makes ready to claim his man, much the way Dima had claimed him earlier. His lips press against Dima's again, tongue pressing passing past his lips to explore inside his lovers mouth as though it had every right in the world to be there.

Dima smiled moving with him as he watched his meek kitten become the man he said he wished to be. Surprising strong arms maneuver him, no small task considering his sheer size alone. He fell back against the bed, with a soft hiss of pleasure and want, he liked this, being taken, someone else being put in charge. Like he was always in charge, and this was so very nice not to have to think, to just get to react.

His lips pressed back passionately against Marcus's tongue tangling inside his mouth as he tasted him most deeply. At Marcus's words Dima moaned once more, that is exactly what he had been asking for. Marcus's swift hand found his manhood jerking int swiftly once, then twice, already he was rock hard and throbbing at the idea alone. His legs spread easily as Marcus knelt between them, hips rolling to brush against him from where he lay.

Slowly, but with ever mounting passion, Marcus deepens the kiss for a time. simply realishing the feel of the thick cock in his hand as well that the sexy man beneath him. He draws back, offering a slightly possessively smile down at the man while lifting Dima's legs. "Hold your ankles Dima." he says in a commanding voice. He was asked to take charge, and take charge is exactly what he did. He lifts Dima's legs and pushes them back up and towards the muscular man, only releasing them once DIma hand a hand on either ankle.

Marcus smiles now, sultry and warm as he takes in the beautiful Ravnos beneath him, taking his cock in hand. He chuckles as he taps it with a thick sounding smack against Dima's exposed hole. "For this moment" he whispers quietly, voice oozing masculenity and power "You belong to me..." With that, Marcus pulls back and lowers his mouth to the smooth hole, biting his tongue to start the blood flowing. He narrows the tip and begins spearing into Dima's depths, slathering the blood around with each sensual swipe of his tongue. For such a small guy, his furiously working tongue was able to reach unexpected dpeths, but if Dima looked, it didn't appear to be anything out of the ordinary. He was just that good.

His large hands wrap around his ankles and he holds his legs back to his torso as Marcus instructs. His smile grows wider with the tone of his lovers voice, commanding self assured. He moans softly at the feeling of Marcus's rigid length as it slaps against his opening. His eyes watch Marcus's every move, and as Marcus says that Dima belongs to him in that moment the look on his face says it is true. The deep longing and desire in his eyes. A look was returned that said, for every caress he was promising Marcus more just like it from himself later. His look promised there would be more. That after tonight there would be a later.

Marcus lowered his lips and tongue to Dima's opening, and he hissed in pleasure, hips rolling up into the gesture. Dima purred softly, wanting more, wanting more of Marcus inside him. This felt delicious, but it wasn't all of Marcus.. and only that would satisfy.

"More.." he moaned eyes closed as his head tipped back and he sighed in pleasure.

And more is exactly what Marcus gives Dima, his tongue working at the opening with almost celerity-esque speeds, driving his blood deeper and deeper into the hole as it continues spilling out of the wound on this tongue. He reaches between the Dima's legs and begins stroking the large cock firmly, nosing the mans balls with his nose as he continues eating out his lovers passage. A few soft grunts,groans, and the sound of wet tongue lapping against flesh fills the otherwise silent room.

Finally, Marcus seems content and rises, his mouth, neck and cheeks smeared red with the evidence of his most recent activities. If there had been any hope for the white bed before, that hope had been dashed to the floor with the amount of blood soaked into the mattress. This doesn't seem to bother Marcus one little bit though as he positions himself between Dima's thighs, placing the head of his cock against Dima's blood soaked hole and pressing forward slightly. His hands travel downward to hook around Dima's thighs, keeping him stationary for the moment. "Tell me how much you need me..." he commands, green eyes never leaving Dima's dark orbs.

Dima didn't care about the bed, all he cared about was the feel of Marcus against his body. His cock twitched and throbbed as he was pleasured and teased. The entire time his body shuddered, and his hips rocked up to meet him. Soft moans filled the room, as Marcus stroked his already excited cock. It jumped every time his hand touched it, and Dima growled his satisfaction, his desire, his want. His teeth bit his lip as Marcus pulled his lips and tongue away. His eyes opened as he looked up to Marcus passionate gaze questioning if now was when he would get the more that he truly wanted.

He moaned in answer to Marcus's request, hips brushing forward his ass teasing Marcus. "I need to feel you inside of me" he said his baritone intense his gaze serious and wanting. "I need you Marcus." he said his hands reaching down to pull Marcus closer to press him more just a bit against his opening. Hands caressing down his back, over his ass. "Now.." he said a whisper full of longing.

The movement causes his head to push past the ring of Dima's tight hole, the blood giving it the lubrication it needed to slide in easily. His lips claim Dima's passionately as he gives one slow, languid thrust that sinks the entirety of his thick shaft deeply into the silken passage. His tongue drives deeper into Dima's mouth, entwining his tongue dexterously around the oral cavity. He exhales against Dima's lips, cock throbbing in the depths of Dima's welcoming velvety passage.

Finally, slowly, he withdraws to the tip and pulls back some, smiling seductively down at Dima before pushing back into the hilt in one agressive thrust. His teeth bare, fangs descended as begins to steadily long dick his lover, never looking away from Dima's eyes. His passionate gaze carresses the rugged jaw line and hard, muscular angles that cover the man while his hips begin building a fairly aggressive pace, fingers griping at his hips tightly. A low growling moan rips from his throat as he leans down to reclaim the inviting lips that now, suddenly belong to him.

"Oh god..." he groaned as Marcus slipped with in him fully on a thrust, Dima's arms wrapped around him holding him in place for a moment as he ground his ass against Marcus luxuriating in the feeling of him buried deeply inside of him. A whimper of pleasure escaped his lips as he opened his eyes to meet Marcus's

He pushed against him with his hips, his tongue battling with his aggressively suggesting that he can be rougher if he wants. His eyes closed as his lips and tongue move with Marcus's. Legs wrap around Marcus's hips as his ass rocks up to meet him, taking pleasure and giving it hopefully at the same time. His tight ring of flesh clinging scraping with near frenzy against Marcus's cock as he moved into and out of him.

Every vein, every ridge and every inch of his thick cock is felt as he begins thrusting harder into his lovers surprisingly warm ass. He groans softly lowering his mouth to nuzzle Dima's throat, nipping hard at the flesh with blunted teeth, his fangs draw up to avoid taking blood, regardless of how much he might wish it. His body becomes a thing of power, withdrawing to the tip before driving back in as deeply as he is able to go. His cock throbs and seems to actually grow a bit bigger within his lovers inviting ass.

Dima's dick twitches where it is pressed between their two bodies, Dima's own lips fall to Marcus's shoulder his fangs graze the flesh there, sinking in just enough to induce the kiss. A practiced lover capable of sharing pleasure with out sharing blood that would bond them to one another. Then pulled free gently tongue washing over the area, sealing the wound.

Large hands caress over Marcus's back, fingernails scratch into his flesh, as Dima's tongue swept over his lips. His thighs clench as he shudders with a low groan, he is so close. "Marcus..." he groaned his lips just beside the other man's ear, his teeth nip at his earlobe.

The soft fang bite causes him to moan, picking up the pace noticably. His eyes are glazed over, deeply in the throws of lust and desire. His bodies soul purpose from this point on would be to claim Dima as thoroughly as he himself was claimed by the rugged man. At the groaned utterance of his name, Marcus pulls out completely and bodily picks up Dima and spins him around, pressing him firmly against the bed with potence hardened muscles. He takes the opportunity to assume another mask, this one large and imposing as he reenters his lovers hole, massive cock hammering the stretched hole. The hulking behemoth of a man presses his body down heavily against Dima's back, fangs trailing longing down the swell of Dima's neck while he wholely and utterly claims the Ravnos as his own. He's close, and that knowledge only spurns him on to greater heights in his desire to please the man of his dreams.

In a matter of a few thrusts once Dima is on his stomach his world explodes around him, his own hips thrusting uncontrollably as Marcus took him. His cock throbbing and twitching between his body and the mattress as his blood coats the bed, his stomach his thighs. He moans deeply lost in the strongest orgasm he has had so far tonight. A deep soul shaking moan, his fingers curled into the bed gripping it tightly as he gasped. Ass clenched tightly around Marcus's member as his chest heaved in small shallow breaths that he didn't need to take. His spine arched slightly and he shuddered.

Marcus doesn't seem quite done yet and proves it by wrapping one meaty arm around his lovers throat, pulling the shuddering man up into a kneeling position, firmly against his own heaving chest. With a free hand, he reaches around and wraps it around the still shooting cock, moaning passionately in Dima's ear, breath hot and heavy. The heavy, gut churning thrusts continue unabated by the squeezing hole. HIs breathing quickens, and with a roar Marcus begins unloading a truely awe inspiring load deeply into Dima's blood sloppy hole, shuddering as blast after powerful blast of blood fills the one true love of his life. He collaspes against Dima, exhausted, the heavy weight vanishing all at once to be replaced by the normal mask of Marcus.

His hips rock back and forward onto Marcus's cock, against Marcus's hand his torso resting back against him. He was all sensation, and reaction. Blood oozed in spurts down between Marcus's fingers still as Dima continued to cum, orgasm prolonged due to Marcus's attentions. His cock throbbed viciously each stroke making it jump and causing Dima to shiver. Till he was whimpering with over stimulation and trembling.

Finally they both collapsed against the bed Dima's hand found Marcus's hip his fingers dug into his flesh to hold him, just where he was still with in him. For this moment they were one flesh, one soul one being lost in the throes of passion spent, lust slaked.

Marcus closes his eyes, taking deep, calming breaths. He is silent for a long time, simply relishing the feel of Dima's body beneath his. Finally, after nearly twenty minutes of quiet contemplation, he speaks, eyes closed "I saw it in your eyes Dima. I felt how you responded to my touch. I felt how you lost yourself in me all the times we were together" A smile touches his lips, fingertips stroking lightly over the firm flesh "Your mine. I know it now. And you know it too." he says confidently, while his arms, still curled tightly around Dima, tightens just a bit protectively. "I don't own you, but there is something between us, stronger then just a simple taste of blood."

Dima sighs softly at Marcus's words, knowing it will do him no good to deny them. Marcus has managed to do something that no other has ever done other then his little wife... he found a way into his heart. Even if it was only a toehold for now, Dima knew that would be all it would take, Marcus had seen it and would never let it go.

His face buried against the bed, means he has a few moments of private contemplation with out his emotions giving him away before he speaks again. "Stay the night Marcus?" he offers softly.

He chuckles, rolling slowly off the giant man to his side while propping his head up on an upturned palm "Thought you'd never ask." he says, grinning playfully at Dima. His face, crotch, chest, arms and thighs are all covered in quickly drying blood, but it's safe to say, he's never been happier in his life. "How long before you sleep Dima? Time for a song?" He asks, letting his eyes flick towards the door to the room.

He glances at his wrist which is bare of any time of time piece, "Rinse.. then a song." he said with a smile. He look on his face said he really hated being dirty. "Come on..." he said rolling from the bed and offering his hand to Marcus to come and join him once more in the shower.

It was quickly becoming one of his favorite places in the small apartment. Marcus rolls out of the blood soaked bed and takes Dima's hand, following him into the bathroom, grabbing another couple of towels from the linen cabinet as he does so. Unable to help himself, he reaches out to touch Dima's firm ass playfully, before stepping up to the faucet and starting up the powerful jets of water.

"If you want that song you better behave yourself." he said with an impish grin. Stepping into the shower he pulled Marcus with him under the water grabbing the bar of soap began to wash them both alternating between scrubbing Marcus and himself. He looked relaxed at peace almost as he moved. Like this was just how life was supposed to be. The two of them touching one another, sharing laughter and smiles and each others happiness.

Marcus stands still, allowing Dima to preform the sensual cleaning. His cock is rock hard, but he pays it no mind, simply lifting his head up into the streaming jets of water cascading down upon them. Periodically, a hand will reach out to touch Dima, as though making sure he was really there, and as soon as he feels the powerful man, a content smile touches his lips.

Soon enough the shower is complete and Dima is shutting off the water and handing Marcus a towel. He briskly dried his own skin, towel running over his head and being wrapped around his body as he removed excess water.

"Why don't you..." he took a step closer and leaned his head down, punctuating his thought with a brush of his lips, "Go grab our instruments, and I will remake the bed... fresh linens the whole nine." he smiled his lips finishing the sentence a fraction of an inch from Marcus's.

Marcus smiles, returning the kiss while breathing into it. His hands trail sensually down Dima's stomach, but it's more of just a shared touch, without any real desire pressing against it. He drapes the towel over his head, rubbing vigorously and pads silently out of the room with a final, heated look over his shoulder at the man. The instruments are easy to find, as is his backpack, and while Dima changes the linens, he sets up his ipod on a small, white dresses next to the bed.

The mattress had been cleaned and flipped and remade with clean white sheets and another blanket. Soft white silks with delicate embroidery. He was naked sitting on the bed waiting for him to finish fiddling with the ipod and the instruments. His hands reached for his guitar case immediately.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked Marcus with a smile.

Marcus hands over the case carefully, knowing that it meant as much to Dima as his own violin meant to him. He considers the question for a moment, smiling down at his lover while poping open the case and withdrawing his beloved instrument. "I'm sure you've heard and preformed Spanish Dance" he says, placing his chin on the chin rest, eyes intense and focused on Dima.