Seduced by song (marcus) - Dima's Appartment

He eased his finger in and out slowly teasing and gently loosening Marcus. Rocking his hips forward he caresses the soft flesh of Marcus's inner thigh with his stiff cock while his own hand continues to work Marcus's member. He shuddered, and spoke his eyes closed, "I want you so badly I can barely stand to wait." with that a second finger eased into him, "but I refuse to hurt you..." he whispered.

Marcus lets his head fall back with a low, sultry moan, eyes drifting shut as his hips move sinuously against Dima's fingers. His stomach ripples as waves of pleasure pass through his body, causing him to breath out "God Dima....never...knew...." A wide smile forms on his lips as yes another surge of pleasure shoots through him and he clamps his holes down tightly against Dima's finger. He reaches between his legs, gripping Dima's cock gently in his hand while giving it a few, tender strokes.

His eyes open and he offers Dima a dazzeling smile, filled with need and deep affection before closing again.

There is more blood now, and a third finger is pressed into him, which he holds steadily in place as Marcus moves his hips up and down upon them. He hisses as Marcus's hand wraps around him once again, his own hips rock forward into his fingers embrace around his rigid twitching member. Slowly he pulls withdraws his hand and taking hold of his member he slicks it down with a few quick strokes of his bloodied fingers. Pressing forward on his knees, his hands move to Marcus's hips lifting him up slightly as he holds himself right at his slicked entrance. "Are you ready?" he asked him, giving him the option of saying no... or even turning him down.

A shocked, and somewhat confused look crosses his face for a brief second, and in response, Marcus reaches down and grips Dima's muscular ass while simultaneously pushing back against the flared head. A soft groan escapes his lips as the head breaks through the ring and his hole clamps down on the senstive skin just behind the tip tightly. He lets loose of his hold on Dima's cheeks and takes the bloodied hand, pulling it closer to his nose and inhales deeply while a shudder travels the length of his body.

Finally, the hand held in place, Marcus begins pushes back, filling himself with inch after thick, slow inch of Dima's cock. He drags the bloody fingers down his face, leaving scarlet steaks, fangs slipping out to run slowly across the flesh of Dima's wrist. Ever so gently, he teases the sharpened points in and out of the skin, not taking blood, but giving jolts of the Kiss with each nibble.

A groan tore from Dima's lips as Marcus began to press down upon his member. His hands still on Marcus's hips he began to work himself into and out of Marcus. In shallow thrusts, each one taking him deeper and deeper into the other man. When he was buried in him up to the hilt he paused and twisted his hips rotating his member deeply with in Marcus, his hand reaching to grasp Marcus's cock where he took a firm hold of it milking him slowly as he worked in and out of Marcus with a gentle yet passionate pace and rhythm. Tip to base and back again piercing him, feeling his skin cling and drag around the length of his member with a shudder of pleasure.

Moaning with each penetrating thrust, Marcus throws back his head, baring his neck for Dima. Blood red streaks cover his body, smearing the white sheets with crimson as Dima begins to twist within him. His cock throbs steadily with each slow stroke, and Marcus lets loose another sultry moan reaching up to hook a hand around Dima's thick neck and pulls him down into a passionate kiss. His hole squeezes rhythmically as the Dima's powerful dick pistons in and out of his velvety passage.

His hand fell away from Marcus's cock as he made love to him his member caught between the press of their bodies as he slid in and out of him. Lips pressed passionately to Marcus's his mouth opened and his tongue tangled with his. With appreciation his hands moved slowly over Marcus's body, loving each tender piece of flesh, showing him just how special this moment was with each caress. He groaned at the tightness, at the flesh scraping against him, at the press of Marcus's cock against his abdomen, at the taste of Marcus's lips and mouth moving against his own.

He began to pick up speed in his thrusts, his cock swollen and twitching deeply inside of Marcus as he moaned but he made sure to continue to move in rolling caresses that pressed Marcus's member between the two of them, stroking him with each pass, each thrust, and stroking him again with each retreat.

Marcus seems lost in the sensations being offered by the rugged man, his body writhing sensually against Dima, which in turn changes the angle and depth of each penetration. His lips move hungrily over Dima's, potence driven muscles holding the man close. He breaks away, eyes so deeply in the throws of pleasure, they seem to darken and shift in color from green to blue, and every variation in between. Marcus peers up into DIma's eyes, letting loose another sultry moan as the intense thrusting picks up speed "I wanna taste you" he whispers, his voice husky and filled with need. He bares his fangs, locking eyes with his lover and letting his legs slide from Dima's shoulders to wrap around his waist, rolls the pair.

From his new mounted position, Marcus begins raising and lowering himself on the thick cock inside him. The smooth walls of his hole sliding tightly along the flesh. He leans down, flicking his tongue over the one of Dima's erect nipples, teasing it with his fangs as yet another groan drifts from his throat to fill the nearly silent room.

"You don't know me... and I don't know you..." he groaned as Marcus raised and lowered himself along Dima's cock.

His hips rolled up to meet Marcus and his hands played across Marcus's flesh, down his shoulders, across his torso, teasing his nipples with little tweaks and pinches, before falling to his waist where one hand held on and the other fell to his groin.

"I bet your blood sings with music.." he whispered, his heart began pumping of it's own accord now. Slowly warming his flesh, warming his hard and throbbing member buried deeply with in Marcus.

"I bet yours tastes of fire and passion" he whispers in reply, respecting Dima's wishes for the moment. It doesn't stop him from biting against the nipple slowly, fangs having receded enough to not actually do more then give wave after wave of the Kiss. His hips gyrate, picking up a touch of speed as he fucks Dima with an ever mounting intensity while his own cock throbs steadily within the giant hand. His skin is almost hot to the touch, his heart thundering within his chest audible.

He raises to a sitting position again, his head falling back while his hands remain against Dima's chest for support. A fine sheen of sweat forms on his chest, mingling with the streaks of dried blood against his smooth skin, and Marcus exhales a soft, pleasure laden sigh.

Dima leans forward with a low groan, snagging Marcus's hand with his own, the one that been at his waist snuck up to snag his wrist. He brought it to his lips to the sensitive flesh, his soft lips kissed just there, tasting Marcus's forced pulse. His fangs descended piercing the flesh just slightly allowing the kiss to wash over Marcus but he hovered above it being deep enough to draw blood. Tempting oh so tempting.. but not a path he was willing to tread lightly.

Wrapping his free arm around Dima's shoulder and pulling him close, his wrist still held firmly against Dima's lips, Marcus shudders as the touch of fangs washes over him. His hole closes tightly around the giant's manhood, then releases rhythmically, moving in time to the tempo Dima has set. It was hard to tell, looking at the two lovers, who was enjoying this more, but it was clear that both of them were preforming a complex duet that crescendo'ed and decrescendo'ed as the song progressed. The music of their bodies danced and twisted, changing from a soothing aria to a tempest worthy of Vivaldi.

Marcus pulled him closer, and Dima used the opportunity rolling his core muscles effortlessly to pull himself up into a seated position. Just his core strength holding him upright as Marcus continued moving up and down upon him. Dima released his wrist, tongue washing over the wound left by his fangs as he wrapped both of his arms tightly around Marcus and held him as he rocked his hips back and forth in time with the clenching, it almost became frantic now. Marcus's member pressed securely between them once more.

Arms wrapped around Marcus holding him tightly to Dima's sculpted chest allow his hands to caress along his back, alternating between the smooth pads of his fingers, and the rougher sensation of his fingernails scoring his flesh. His lips descended to Marcus's neck and he allowed his fangs to graze gently over the sensitive flesh just there. As it became evident that Dima was determined for Marcus to find his pleasure before Dima would take his own.

His wrist removed, Marucs wraps his other arm around Dima's shoulder, one hand combing through his lovers thick locks of dark hair. His head falls back, offering his smooth neck to the lips and fangs pressed against it, the thick vein throbbing invitingly with his pulse. He's close to some kind of release, but seems to be holding it back some attempting to prolong the pleasure as long as inhumanly possible. But this was a fight he was quickly losing as his body begins tightening against the powerful man holding him in his arms. He draws back, locking green eyes with dark brown orbs, Marcus furrows his brow while his jaw, fangs descended seductively, works soundlessly. One hand cups Dima's stubbled cheek, smooth fingertips trailing over the flesh sensually as his release approaches.

"No frowns..." He groans brushing his lips against his forehead. Hips quicken, and his gaze locks with those green eyes once more allowing him to see the pleasure he was giving him. Slowing him to see what he felt with each and every thrust a shudder rolled through Dima, he was close oh so close.

Marcus' hand never leaves Dima's rugged jaw, thumb tracing over the short stubble even as he bends his forehead into the kiss. His body stiffens further as his balls pull up tight against his body, teetering on the brink of a powerful orgasm. He buries his face in Dima's muscular neck, biting down hard but not enough to break the skin and freezes, the first of several powerful blasts of blood splattering the white flesh of the two men. His head snaps back, and he recaptures Dima's eyes with his own, gasping as the next couple of volleys run down their muscular stomachs to soak into the white bedding.

With each blast, his hole clenches tightly against Dima's cock with the strength of a vice, coaxing out even more pleasure for the pair. He continues moving slowly on the thick length, even as he continues spraying his essence in as powerful a climax as he had ever had.

Dima thrust once twice and a third time, as he released into Marcus. A low growl as his body trembled his arms wrapped tightly striping the other man, fingers and nails dug into his flesh in passion. As he held Marcus to him his cock spasms deeply with in him as stream after stream of his hot vitae fills Marcus. He shivered holding the other man as they floated on their blood soaked cloud, in the midst of mutual pleasure, gaze locked in a most intimate nature.

Marcus offers one last shuddered spurt of vitae, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth but which quickly begins widening some. He maintains eye contact for a few quiet minutes, not wanting to move and shatter the intensely intimate moment the two are sharing. After a moment though, Marcus leans in and presses his lips to Dima's in a slow, but passionate, embrace. His ass wiggles against the still hard flesh embedded within in, and smiles and yet more blood soaks into the lily white bed.

Intense dark eyes stare back as the wash of pleasure rolls through him, and as Marcus wiggles Dima smiled. Lowering them both back down to the bed he held himself still inside of him, and held Marcus closely to his chest. Basking in the after glow for a few moments makeing sure that Marcus felt wanted, letting him know that for tonight, this moment he needs him. His fingers moved over his skin gently as he clutched the other man to him, their legs entwine and Dima brushes a kiss against Marcus's lips. Soft sweet and sensual, an odd contrast with what might be expected from such a large man.

He lays back without any resistance, skilled fingers trailing delicately over Dima with the same graceful ease in which Dima explored his body. Now that the innitial surge of desire had been sated, he simply takes some time to feel every contour of the strapping man, hands moving with the precision of a trained musician. The kiss lingers and is unhurried, simply a languid celebration of what the two just shared.

After a time, Marcus draws back to regard Dima while offering him a dazzeling smile. "Thank you" he whispers, his eyes adding depth to those two simple words. Marcus returns his head to Dima's chest, closing his eyes while his fingers twirl around Dima's flat hard stomach.

Dima notices so much, but more often then not refrains from commenting. He has no desire to push so he simple shares in the moment with Marcus, his chin resting against the top of his head. A deep sigh of contentment eased from with in Marcus his fingers draw circles absently against Marcus's back and hips. He oozed protectiveness, like he just couldn't seem to help it. In the gentle way he touched Marcus, to the way he rested his head against the other mans. For now he seems content to wait for Marcus to decide on what he was going to do.

After a time, Marcus speaks softly, as though anything more then a whisper would destroy everything they had built tonight "I'm sure you have questions about me Dima. I promise you here and now, that I will never lie to you. Please...ask me anything you want to know." There is a hint of hesitation to his voice, as though fighting with himself to even speak those words, but undertones of resolve strengthen and diminish the hesitation until it is finally gone. He doesn't look up though, keeping his attention on the perfect stomach his fingers are currently toying with.

"We all have our secrets Marcus," he speaks his low baritone rumbles from deeply with in his chest where Marcus's head rests.

"I don't want you to feel rushed to tell me anything. I would never want to know something you didn't want to tell me." he says before dropping another kiss to the top of Marcus's head.

He shakes his head some, pressing a kiss into Dima's chest "We all have our secrets Dima. That's true. But I don't want them from you. I -want- you to know that you can ask me anything and get a honest response. I -want- you to understand that in a single night, you've made me feel more alive since before I was embraced...." he trails away, breathing in Dima's scent

Dima just holds him closer, holds him to show him how he himself feels. This is all still so new, but it means something to him too. For Dima there just are no words, only actions. He pulls Marcus further up his chest, his member slowly slipping from his body as he does so. He pulls him further up his chest so that he can no longer hide his gaze, and looks him in the eye. "I want you to tell me what you want to tell me. So Marcus... what do you want to tell me?" he asked his dark eyes watching him closely.