Seduced by song (marcus) - Dima's Appartment

Marcus blinks as he looks around the room, eyes gravitating towards the ceiling with an easy going grin on his lips. He takes a step towards Dima, kicking off his shoes at the edge of the carpeting and offers a sultry smile "Interesting color pallet Dima. But, I like it." He takes another step towards the giant man, hands once more outstretched seeking a place on Dima's stomach. Marcus tilts his head upwards, canting it to the side some as he drinks in the sight of his lover.

Dima's shoes had already come off somewhere in the living room. His barefeet sink into the plush carpeting, his hands fall to rest on Marcus's shoulders, "I miss watching the clouds on a sunny day..." he said softly his eyes dark eyes looking into soft green ones. His hands began to caress the other man's shoulders soft circles fingers flicking over skin, teasing, yet speaking of experience.

Dima slowly lowered his head to Marcus's this time he took a kiss, Dima's lips dancing across his. A slow passionate kiss, the kind that began to build heat gently. Dima's large hands wrapped around Marcus's waist, and he lifted him gently, to make the kissing easier and walked them both back to the bed, where he gently lay Marcus down upon the comforter and slowly crawled forward straddling his waist.
Never once did their kiss break.

Marcus shivers a bit, body full of nervous energy as Dima stalks up his body. His lips move slowly against Dima's while his hands trail languidly down his forearms, up each swell of sculpted biceps and from here splits, one hand move to cup DIma's cheek sensually, while the other encircles his waist, pulling him closer. Marcus seems to be losing himself in the kiss, and visibly begins relaxing beneath the vastly larger man. His lips part, deepening the kiss significantly, while his hips lift up into Dima's and lower rhythmically. What the young man lacked in technique, he made up in raw, undeniable passion.

A soft moan escapes their kiss, as his hips rock forward countering Marcus's. Dima's hands slowly caress down his chest, across his stomach, back up his sides, alternating between gentle caresses with the pads of his fingers, and gently scraping his fingernails back up his skin. Slow, Dima is moving slowly, enjoying each caress. His lips part and his tongue sweeps across the young mans lower lip first, then encourages Marcus to taste him in turn, before their tongues tangle in a sweet gentle kiss.

The supple flesh of his skin slides along Dima's as the man slowly writhes atop the young musician. Marcus' hands are just as active as Dima's is though, both resting on his lower back before moving downward to cup that perfect ass. Strong hands grip equally strong thighs as he continues to explore the living work of art. A soft groan drifts languidly from his throat and Marcus lets his head fall back, breaking the kiss in the process, exposing his throat to Dima and his wonderful lips.

As their kiss breaks, Dima smiles down at him. Then he lowers his lips to Marcus's throatdancing them across the skin there his tongue darting out to taste his skin before he gently scrapes his teeth against his flesh. Nipping sweetly his lips travel across Marcus's collar dusting his skin with tiny kisses. Further down he travels his lips, his tongue and on occasion his teeth teasing the young man. Lifting his body just slightly he drifted lower using his whole body to caress along marcus's thighs and legs. Placing his lips even with his stomach as he continued to nibble, his hands reached for the button on the young mans jeans.

Marcus' cock strains against his jeans, hips pushing upward invitingly. His fingertips glide back up Dima's powerful back, tangling within the silken dark locks, while his eyes remain fixed on the sexy man. He makes no move to stop Dima, green eyes pleading with him to continue. To say that he was putty in Dima's hands would be an understatement.

Dima pulled his legs up and together making sure to slide them over Marcus as much as possible. Deft fingers unbutton and slowly unzip his jeans. With a wicked smile be slowly slid the jeans and any underpants down Marcus's hips, over thighs and then down over calves and the finally pulling them down off of his feet where he tossed them over his shoulder casually. Stalking back up his body he pressed his knee between Marcus's legs spreading his thighs with his hands. Hands that then sensually stroke upward and tease over his hips deliberately avoiding his twitching member.

"What do you want Marcus?" he whispered his husky baritone rolling up over his body, "What do you desire?"

Naked, Marcus sports consistant build of sleek, streamlined muscles and a full tan that covers his nearly hairless form. His manhood is a respectable size, slapping against his lower abdomen with a heavy sounding thump. His passionate green eyes shine as he looks up at the hunky dark haired man, his hands lifting to Dima's nipples to toy lazily with them. "I want to feel your body atop mine..." His hands slip downward, fingertips brushing over perfectly formed abs. "I want you to find pleasure in my body, and allow to find pleasure in yours." Further down they travel, index finger on both hands sliding into Dima's waist band, thumbs poised on either side of the button. "I want your fingers to linger on my body the way your make love to your guitar..."

Through it all, Marcus' eyes never leave Dima's. His desire and passion charging the air around him with a raw, sexual energy as his grip tightens just a tough, enough to pop open the button. "For tonight, I want to remember what it was like to be needed more then air..." There is a certain vulnerability to his voice as he spoke his inner most desires to this perfect stranger. It was clear that part of him wanted to get lost in the man and never look back.

"I think we can handle that list..." he shivered as Marcus's hand dipped below his waste band, but with a smile he snagged Marcus's wrist and withdrew it from his pants. Then he smiled, an affectionate seductive smile. For now Dima's pants stay on, he lays down on his stomach between Marcus's legs. With a smile he lowers his lips to caress Marcus's twitching rigid flesh. A brush of the lips across the tip at first, his hands caress in lazy circles the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs. His fingers brush up against his balls, as his tongue swept out over the tip in one long smooth motion. His hands caress further upward, one large hand sweeps around the base of his member and pulls it away from his stomach. One soft swift stroke, up and down along his cock before he lowered his head again. His tongue darts out licking along the underside of the shaft. Slow and teasing, tasting him slowly. His free hand splayed against Marcus's stomach and gently caressed over his muscles there, then fingernails scrape against his skin as his mouth lowered taking just the tip fulling into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip of his throbbing member, squeezing the base with his large hand.

His hands pulled free of their target location, Marcus offers a sultry grin as he once more allows his fingers to tangle within the dark locks of hair. His index finger trails delicately over the ear, pulling sensually along the flesh, the same way he would pull on his violin strings. His hips lift involuntarily as a low, sultry moan rips free from his throat. With a herculean effort of will, he lowers himself, allowing Dima to take him where the giant man will and moans softly. He breaths raggedly, more a reflex action then anything intentional and closes his eyes to the new sensations.

Dima eased back some allowing Marcus a moment before beginning his assault anew. Licking his lips to moisten them he glanced up the lines of Marcus's body with a sly smile before his head swept down taking the full of Marcus's hard length into his mouth. Pulling gently upon the flesh, his tongue traced the sensitive flesh just on the underside. His head lowered even further, he pulled his hand away and held onto Marcus's hips pressing them down against the bed and pining them there. Sucking him further and further into his mouth his allowed his cock to slip from between his lips some as his mouth slipped back to only hold the tip with in. Once more his tongue swirled encircling the head of his member, and he sucked harder, while caressing Marcus's balls with his hand.

Marcus relaxes into the oral stimulation being offered by Dima, one arm raising to drape over his eyes while his other remains nestled within DIma's hair. His hips move up and down gently, but not with any real urgency. His toes begins curling a bit, a shuddered gasp filling the silent room.

Dima pulled away completely and began to slowly kiss and nuzzle and lick inner thighs, across his hips. Teasing, with some skill a soft teasing, an all encompassing teasing. Fangs slowly descended and he allowed them to drag across Marcus's hip, just causing a sting of the kiss with out fulling engaging it. Then he kissed that hip, tracing the bone, the dip the hollows with his tongue. His hand teasing Marcus's cock as he does so, soft swift motions sweeping from tip to base and back once more. Just enough pressure to allow him to feel some pleasure, but mostly just enough to tease him mercilessly.

Marcus' cock twitches and throbs as he lets loose a low, pleasure driven moan at the touch of your fangs. One leg lifts involuntarily, lowering itself to rest against Dima's broad shoulder. His own fangs descend at the unexpected sensations, retract, then descend again as though he's having trouble controlling the reaction. He spreads his legs a bit wider, hand reflexively clenching around a fistful of Dima's hair. A moment later, he wills his hand to relax and just allows himself to fall into the overwhelming sensations.

Dima slithers back up Marcus, his mouth finding the youths once more. Only the thin barier of Dima's jeans keep them from fully touching. His hands take hold of Marcus's shoulders, and holding him tightly as he rubbed against him, he rolled them placing Marcus on top of him.

Finding himself suddenly atop Dima, Marcus wastes no time leaning down to nuzzle the giant man's neck, nipping slowly with just enough fang to tease out the barest sensations of the Kiss. He travels down over the muscular shoulders, alternating between lips, tongue and teeth at irregular intervals. His fingers curl into claws, trailing down over the swell of Dima's bicep, expertly feeling each and every inch of his flesh.

Once to the stomach, Marcus spends a bit of time there, kissing each flat plain of Dima's ripped abdomen then moving on to the next one. For all his youth, he's understands the virtue of a bit of patience when it comes to sexuality. He inhales Dima's earthy scent deeply, taking the buttoned waist line and pulling it open seductively.

Dima closed his eyes and allowed the youth to do as he pleased, hissing occasionally in pleasure, of uttering a soft sigh or moan. Back arching just slightly hips thrust forward caressing Marcus. His own member outlined clearly against his pants. Dima was no small man.. in any measure. As Marcus's fingers find the top of his jeans his eyes open and he watches the young man down the line of his body, a self assured smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"I want you to do as you please... no more.. no less." he said softly watching Marcus with a smirk.

Closing his eyes Marcus uses his nose to trace the outline of Dima's manhood, hand slowly reaching up to pull down the zipper. Still with eyes closed, his fingertips curl into the soft thach of hair framing the impressive cock, before slipping inside to grip it by the base of the turgid length. An appreciative 'mmmm' drifts from his throat as he hauls it slowly from it's jean prison and Marcus cracks an eye open, eyeing the hefty cock.

He hooks his index fingers on either side of Dima's hips, pulling them down his masculine hips carefully, before tossing them into the pile of the rest of their clothing. Once done, Marcus begins stalking back up Dima's body, licking a wet trail along the shaft of his lover until he reaches the tip. His tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh expertly before drawing it firmly into his mouth. Nothing about this is rushed or hurried on Marcus' part. He was planning on enjoying every second of this encounter.

His tongue flicks across his lips as Marcus teases him, as the zipper is slowly pulled down fingers so close to throbbing member cause it to twitch bobbing slightly in his desire. As his hand wraps around him, gripping him Dima bites his lip eyes closing as he shivers.

He lifts his hips to assist Marcus in the removal of his pants which now only seem to be in the way. There is a sharp intake of unneeded breath as Marcus crawled up his body, a tensing of muscles as he licked him and then finally drawing him into his mouth. Dima fights the urge to rock his hips forward and press himself further between Marcus's lips. His hands clutch at the fabric of the white comforter as he relaxes into Marcus's leisurely pace.

Sensing Dima's need, Marcus pushes the turgid length further into his mouth, swallowing over half of the thick cock in one motion. His fingertips, a feather soft tongue of skin against skin, trails upward, running along the natural formations of thick muscles in Dima's thighs and he shivers some. The tip of his tongue swipes back and forth slowly, massaging the thick vein that runs along the shaft while one hand lifts to cup Dima's balls, rolling them around in his palm.

Through it all, his head pulls off, then pushes down a but fruther as he lodges the hefty meat deeply into his throat. Finally, his noses presses against the soft thatch of pubic hairs, tightening and releasing his throat against the shaft. His hands find their way back to the Dima's thighs, then scrapes down slowly, leaving red streaks in it's wake. Yes. Marcus was a scratcher...

He can't seem to help but roll his hips forward and press even more of himself into Marcus's mouth. As he took all of him, a shudder ran through Dima, his flesh fully encased between his lips, and down his throat. Fingers dig into the comforter, and he hisses pulling breath into his lungs between clenched teeth. A hand reaches down to curl into Marcus's hair, holding his head in place for a moment just enjoying the feeling of him wrapped around his cock. Lips part and he moans softly pushing his hips forward and pulling them away slowly fucking Marcus's sweet lips. Not large movements, but slow small ones.

Marcus moans around the mouthful of cock, keeping his head stationary as he allows Dima to set the opening pace. His tongue works along the shaft furiously while his hands move up to roll Dima's perfect nipples between thumb and forefinger. He lays himself flat against the bed, releasing his hold on the captive nipples and grips Dima's hips, rolling so that he is once again on top. Marcus' green eyes lift to lock onto his lovers dark orbs, coupled with a subtle nod. It was clear that he needed Dima to take charge and he was giving him permission to do so.

Dima allowed his stiff flesh to slip from between Marcus's lips, and he lowered himself further down allowing his body to brush over every inch of the other mans. Enjoying the feeling of their flesh touching, he paused as their members touched for a moment, rolling his hips forward to use his own to stroke Marcus's before with a shudder he lowered himself a little further. Rising up on his knees he took ahold of Marcus's knees and pulled them up over his shoulders one hand reached for his member which he teased with soft strokes, the other hand was brought up to his lips where using his fangs he tore into the flesh just enough to cause it to bleed, spreading his legs wide he slipped first one finger into Marcus using his own blood to ease the way. His own rigid flesh twitched where it was pressed against Marcus's thigh.

His entire body shivering with his legs drawn up and over Dima's shoulders, Marcus groans softly as he watches Dima bite into his own finger. His fangs slip down, fully extended and he lifts his head up to nip invitingly at the air, green smoldering with barely contained desire. His hole tightens against your finger as you smear the thick red lube around in his virgin passage while his cock throbs steadily in your hand. Whether a trick of the blood or simply just an instinctive gesture, his heart beats audiably in his chest as his excitement grows. He raises a hand to trail his fingertips gently along the rugged angles of Dima's cheek, once more marveling at the Dima's devestating beauty.