First Date (Dima) - Marcus' Apartment

A flush touches his necks and cheeks as he ran his fingertips along Dima's muscular chest, squirming a bit as the fingers invading his suddenly nerve laden hole continue working his hole wider. He closes is eye, biting his lower lip again and beathing out slowly. As the head of Dima's cock presses past his tight ring, he gasps before exhaling and inhaling, a look of unexpected pain flowing across his face. He closes his eyes, breathing through the pain, smiling briefly as he hears Dima's words. His hole clamps down on Dima's manhood tightly, rhythmically gripping and releasing it's hold, before he takes a deep breath and slowly begins sliding down the turgid length.

Dima groans at the sensation, "Oh, Marcus." he murmurs, his fingers moving over the other mans skin, one at his hip, the other traces up to tweak his nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

He holds his own hips so very still however, doing exactly as he promised and allowing for Marcus to be in complete control. His eyes watched Marcus carefully as he moved over Dima's manhood slowly lowering himself down to the base, his sensitive flesh surrounding him. Dima leans forward ever so slightly, brushing a kiss against Marcus's lips.

He groans softly, pain filling his normally smooth features, but he presses on, sinking lower and lower, filling himself with Dima's large length. He freezes, allowing his body to become used to the sensations, then begins lowering himself just a bit more. The kiss on his lips is met with a gentle smile, eyes still closed, and Marcus moves further down until his firm ass is touching Dima's pubs. The look of pain on his face fades, replacing itself with a somewhat shocked expression. "Fuck..." he whispers.

Dima's breath caught in his chest as Marcus moved over him, slowly, his eyes watching the look of pain on his face. Dima held perfectly still, "Do you want me to stop?" he asked him softly. Hands caressing Marcus's flesh softly.

Marcus shudders, leaning forward into Dima for a moment, shaking his head while wrapping both arms around his broad shoulders. "Oh my god..." he whispers softly, beginning to move with deliberate slowness with a pleasure induced gasp. His manhood begins rubbing up and down along Dima's muscular abs and he shudders again.

Dima clings to Marcus as he holds himself perfectly still not wanting to hurt him. He bytes his lip to keep from thrusting up into him, bites it hard enough that it bleeds. His tongue swept over his wounded lip as he swallowed his own small mouthful of blood. A shudder runs through him as Marcus began to move in his deliberate slowness. "Find your own pleasure, don't..." He groaned, "..dont worry about me." His face a mask of pleasure, slow torturous pleasure.

His tight hole grips Dima's manhood tightly as he begins sliding up and down the water as a slightly faster pace while Marcus presses a passionate kiss to into his lovers mouth, eyes still closed tightly. He offers a sultry, pleasure driven moan as the expression of pain fades from his face completely. "I want....you...to love this...as much...." he trails away, gasping as you plunge especially deep within him, moaning out ".....I do..."

His hips roll up and forward into him, pushing his member deeply with in Marcus. He stayed where he was layed back against the edge of the tub. "Tell me.." he said with a groan, "Tell me if it hurts..."

Fingers dig into his hips as he grinds his hips against Marcus's ass, pulling him onto his member as much as possible. His eyes closed and he bit his lip, "I love watching you writhe in pleasure." he replied with a sexy roguish smile.

The water begins churning around the pair as Marcus picks up the pace a bit, a deep flush covering his body, while capturing Dima's lower lip with his teeth, nibbling it gently. "I...love you in me.." he whispers out against Dima's lips, releasing his hold on the captured lip. He reaches down to hook his hands beneath Dima's thighs, lifting him upwards to bury hom completely within his velvety smooth hole, squirming with the overwhelming sensations.

Dima grabbed some soap and slicked his hand, reaching down between them he soaped his abs and then ran his soap slicked hand over Marcus's rigid member. His hand began stroking with each movement that Marcus took on Dima's cock, it was reciprocated with equal quick flicks of his wrist. His eyes watching Marcus's green ones, with a sultry smile as Marcus's skin flushed with pleasure.

The water begins churning as Marcus lowers his forehead to Dima's collar, pressing his lips against the taut skin firmly. HIs hands grip Dima's thighs tighter as his drives himself down with mounting passion, hole squeezing against the large manhood rhythmically. His stomach clenches beneath his loves touch, kissing upwards to Dima's neck and biting down sharply, just shy of breaking the skin "You are so amazing.." he whispers hotly into the flesh.

He hissed at the feel of Marcus riding him, Dima's hand squeezes his member firmly in his hand as he continues to milk his cock with devotion. Dima's other hand wrapped around Marcus's back as he pulled him closer to his torso, whispering around sharp breaths and moans he spoke, "I want you to cum first, with such force that just the pleasure of your orgasm, squeezing against my member and the feeling of you shuddering around me is enough to make me climax. I want to feel your hands on every... every inch of my body as I take you, I want to taste your lips as you cry out in pleasure... pleasure only I can give you."

With his final words he kissed him and began lifting his hips into Marcus at a frantic pace as his hand gripped him firmly, allowing the motions of Dima's own hips raising and lowering to move Marcus's cock through his soap slicked grasp. His other hand moved down to fondle his balls, massaging them gently.

The words brought a deep flush to his cheeks and neck as his pace once more picks up speed, sending sloshes of water to spill over the edge of the tub. His lips mash against Dima's agressively as he really begins getting into him, his hole sliding silkily down the turgid length. "Fuck me against the wall my love" he whispers urgently, scratching his nails across Dima's powerful shoulders. His thighs grip at Dima's tightly, as though expecting him to raise them out of the water, while his hips glide with serpentine grace up and down Dima's cock.

His hand releases his member and he hooks his arms around Marcus's back as he slowly lifts them from the tub. Dima's muscles move Marcus as though he were light as a feather. Using his hands at Marcus's arms, and the weight of his body, he pinned him to the wall and began to pound into him. Sending his abs skidding over his turgid length with each stroke, trapped between their bodies. Dima moaned softly lowering his lips to Marcus's shoulder kissing along his collar bone, tasting the water off of his skin.

The sound of his flesh pounding against his, the rough sliding in and out of his member as Dima took him, faster and harder. Fucking him in earnest just as Marcus asked.

Marcus wraps his legs around Dima's waist, flexing and releasing the muscles within his thighs to draw his lover as deeply as he will go as goosebumps raise all over his skin. He liftrs his hands to a sconce style, sturdy lamp as his hips slam mercilessly against his lovers thick cock while he moans in absolute pleasure. His green eyes settle on Dima heatedly as he lets his head rest against the wall and he lets loose a deep, lust filled groan, gripping his length with the tight muscles within his ass. His back arches, pressing his erect nipples up towards Dima invitingly. while his cock thicken noticably, announcing his impeding climax.

Sensing his lovers close to climax Dima picks up speed grinding into Marcus with each thrust. His hands caress over his lover up his torso and across his chest, while h his hips continue their furious rocking, now hard enough to press Marcus's back into the wall with every thrust. A wicked smile as Dima leans forward, his tongue travels across Marcus's chest sweeping around first one nipple and then the other nipping gently at each in turn.

With a sudden sharp cry, Marcus stiffens up and spills over the edge of his climax, coating Dima's stomach with his seed. His arms wrap around Dima's shoulders, clutching him tightly while his hole grips against his manhood with the strength of a vice, squeezing rhythmically with each surge of his own cock. He shudders, biting down sharply against Dima's neck, again, just barely avoiding breaking the skin.

A low growl erupted from Dima as he slammed into Marcus twice more and y twitched violently with in him filling him. Arms wrapped around him, and Dima turned, slowly lowering them both back into the tub. Kissing against Marcus's chest and shoulders.

"That was perfect." He whispered caressing Marcus's back as he rested marcus atop his chest.

Slumped against Dima's muscular chest, Marcus shudders gently as Dima's climax begins filling him while his velvety passage clenches a few more time. The hot water is something of a shock to his overwhelmed nerves and he gasps softly, singing down into the water, resting heavily against the rugged man "Thank you..." he whispers softly, twitching periodically while his eyes remain closed. He looks nearly asleep, but the rise and fall his chest, steady heart beat and slowly caressing hands says otherwise. "Please...never leave me Dima. A man like you comes out once in several life times, and I don't think I will get another chance at happiness the way I feel when I'm with you..." there was a soft undertone of vulnerability to his voice, but the bulk of his emotions speak of absolute love and devotion.

"Only time will tell what is in the future for us Marcus." he whispered kissing the top of his head.


"Take it slow darling... take it slow." he held Marcus, his actions contrary to his words, were very affectionate as he held him, like he didn't want to let him go. Reaching behind him, he grabbed a wash cloth and a bar of soap and slowly began to wash Marcus's body clean of their love making.

To say that he was putty in Dima's arms would have been an understatement. Marcus seems to mold himself against Dima's body, his skin sliding along the wet flesh smoothly while the large man continues washing him slowly. There is a soft murmur of appreciation, followed by a languid stroking of Dima's flesh while the man's impressive length still fills him. "Yeah, I know love. Hard sometimes, but you're right" he says softly, pressing a kiss into the thick, muscular shoulder.

"I worry that you are putting me on a pedestal again." he said softly rubbing a soapy wash cloth down his back and up again across his shoulders.

Large fingers massage his muscles as he cleans his flesh, occasionally he kisses a bit of skin her can reach.

"Maybe I worry about the same thing, Dima." he says softly, hands openly roaming Dima's slick. smooth body. "I just never want to disappoint you Dima. Or worse....bore you." there is a shiver at that thought, but it passes quickly to be replaced by a soft murmur of appreciation.

He arched a brow, "What have I done to make you feel that way?" he asked looking down at him with almost a frown. Hands paused in their washing of his skin, as he waited for Marcus to answer his question.

He glances up at the man, a gentle smile touching his lips and shakes his head "Nothing you have ever done has made me feel this way. I just worry about things that I shouldn't sometimes love. Like, waking up one night to this all being a dream. Or losing you because you see my beast take over. Stupid things. But all me. Nothing you've done have ever made me feel otherwise love" He says offering a smile while letting his head rest back down on the mans chest.