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kiruuuuu · 6 years

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Making out like a Bandit Part 3/3

Here we go, entirely too many words of entirely too self-indulgent younger Bandit/Jäger porn. (Rating E, seriously, this is nothing but endearingly sweet sex, ~4.6k words)

It’s too much to handle. Knowing that Dom was interested in him even before today robs him of all coherent speech and thought, so he resorts to kisses that turn filthy fast. The whole thing is a dream come true – how did it even happen that he suddenly has this compassionate man in his arms, playing with his tongue and slowly driving him insane? Dom is showing remarkable restraint, seems happy with making out like a fiend for now, so it falls to Marius to take them a step further which he gladly does. He pulls Dom’s lower half against his own and grinds into it amidst their fervent snogging, rubbing the bulge in his boxer briefs on the one visible in Dom’s jeans and both of them gasp. The friction is delicious, too intense to give up on it, therefore he continues with it, holds on to Dom’s narrow hips and strains against them.

With a last gentle bite into Marius’ lower lip, Dom interrupts their sensual kissing spree and switches to attacking Marius’ neck, immediately homing in on that spot below his ear that weakens his knees and makes him shiver in delight. He’s now chewing on his own lip to try and hold back the noises aching to be set free, brows drawn together in concentration yet Dom is merciless. He nibbles at the nape of his neck, exactly where his hand did so much damage earlier and Marius decides he needs a distraction. He pushes the shirt off of Dom’s shoulders, lets it fall into a heap by their feet and starts exploring his chest with his hands. Hard muscles work under the smooth skin, his abs are tangible bumps and ridges under Marius’ digits and his broad back is perfect to dig his fingernails into. When Dom starts sucking a bruise onto his skin, making him squirm and stretch towards him, he retaliates by brushing his thumbs over Dom’s nipples. He doesn’t expect the instant response, isn’t prepared for Dom bucking his hips and groaning before he can help himself.

Interesting. Marius lightly pinches one between his fingers, causing Dom to produce a strangled sound that goes straight to Marius’ erection. “Don’t”, Dom whispers with urgency in his voice, “my nipples are wired directly to my cock, and if you don’t want me to come in my pants -”

“You’re remorselessly exploiting my weak spot too”, Marius objects with a grin, “try to keep quiet.” He leans down a little and catches one of the erect buds between his lips, touches his tongue to it just as Dom slaps a hand over his own mouth. His reactions are extremely satisfying, the way his muscles tense whenever Marius laps at him is an acceptable pay-off for how he suffered during the football match. While Dom whimpers into his palm, Marius begins undoing his jeans, wrestles them down his hips and over his hard thighs to run his fingertips teasingly over the perfectly outlined dick that immediately jumps at his touch. Without interrupting his ministrations even as Dom steps out of his trousers, he peeks down: it looks to be just the right size, large but not obscenely big, and his mouth waters at the prospect of being able to do what he wants with it.

He takes pity on Dom who by now is shooting him imploring looks that he can’t support with words, unwilling to use his voice for fear of being too loud, and plants a few kisses on his well-sculpted chest instead of continuing the teasing. As soon as he stops, a hand wanders to his crotch, grinds its heel against his head and has him buck into it, so he returns the favour. For a while, they simply stand there, leaning into each other and groping each other’s dicks through their underwear, feeling out the sensitive head, cupping the testicles, massaging the shaft, both of them breathing heavy and lost in the welcome stimulation. They’re taking their time and Marius appreciates it, it’s not just a blur of passion that’s over entirely too soon, it’s not something out of their control, it’s slow and deliberate. They both want this but they both want to enjoy it fully, too.

“What do you want to do?”, he murmurs and wonders what it is he’d like to do. Pretty much anything from jerking each other off to proper sex sounds enticing so he lets Dom decide.

“Can I top?” Even before he gets the chance to agree, Dom adds: “I’d love to have you inside me but I’d definitely end up being too loud.”

Marius snorts. “Really? That’s your excuse?”

“Trust me, I’m not joking. I’d be louder than a fucking cat in heat.”

Oh. His amusement gives way to an almost carnal want upon imagining it, picturing Dom writhing and moaning under him, unable to hold back, moving against him and dear God. Dom would let him do it, too, he’s convinced, would allow him to take him apart, reduce him to a mewling mess despite the fact he could do so to Marius just as well. But Dom doesn’t have anything to prove. “That’s really hot”, he tells Dom who seems pleased with this answer, “but I don’t want to keep my uncle up.”

“Thought so. Want me to finger or tongue you open? Which do you prefer?” His mind blanks for a second, making him stare at Dom in open disbelief because what. Just the thought of it is - “Have you not – has no one ever done that to you?” He shakes his head mutely but instead of reacting with outrage, Dom seems to sense his hesitation and merely nods. “Alright. Maybe next time, you’ll probably moan like a whore if it’s the first time.”

Marius’ thoughts are still attempting to catch up with everything spilling from Dom’s mouth and failing horribly. Next time, he said, the two words the only ones clearly resonating in his head. Speechless, he only watches as Dom picks up his jeans again, rummages around in his wallet until he pulls out a packet of lube and a condom, then turns to him questioningly. “We can move to the bed but this room is facing away from your uncle’s, so I suggest we stay here.”

“You’re like a wet dream come true”, he blurts out without meaning to but refuses to regret being so blunt when Dom’s devastating smile returns, wide and flattered. He sets the two crinkling objects aside and snuggles up to him once more like an oversized puppy, slotting their lips together and initiating another toe-curling make out session during which Marius voluntarily discards his t-shirt so that Dom can get a handful of his muscles as well. He might not be nearly as buff as the beefcake in front of him but he’s nothing to scoff at, either. While he’s busy sucking on Dom’s tongue, nimble fingers slip under the waistband of his underwear and pull it down, wrap around his erection as soon as it bobs free and give it a few shallow tugs that Marius answers with a content hum. His cock is leaking already, almost dripping with how much he wants this.

Curiosity gets the better of him and he breaks free from Dom’s dirty kisses to undress him as well and watch while doing so. His entire body is flawless, golden hairs covering his shapely legs, barely any scars, skin smooth and taut over his muscles, his sizeable cock darker than the rest of him and heavy in Marius’ hand, a solid weight, piping hot and silky. He’s by far the most handsome guy Marius has ever laid his hands on, not to mention he’s positively lovely on top. Impatiently, he shoos Dom’s hand away from his own dick, steps a little closer and grabs both of their shafts together, pressing them against each other which results in a wonderful sensation made even better when Dom’s twitches. They’re similar in size though Marius’ hair is darker, both uncircumcised, the foreskin already peeled back, both tips glistening. Experimentally, he rolls his hips forwards a little, sliding along Dom and making them both gasp.

“Keep doing that, but stay slow”, he whispers and reaches around Marius to fetch the lube. He complies, moves a tad, then gingerly massages their heads. It’s so much better than just doing any of this on his own, the fact alone that he can smell Dom, rest his forehead on his shoulder and examine how magnificent their lengths look together increases the lust coursing through his body manifold. He listens to every hitch in Dom’s breath, every controlled exhale, every sharp inhale as he continues to tease them both, answering them with gasps of his own. Arms move around him and a hand gropes his backside, digging into the flesh and he understands it’s a wordless question. He nods and feels a second hand, a slick finger rubbing over his entrance and it’s electrifying.

He realises with sudden clarify that they’re really doing this, that Dom is going to fuck him in his old room that was the centre of most of his childhood, that he’ll have to keep quiet during all of it. A tiny moan escapes him as soon as the finger breaches him cautiously and he starts sucking on Dom’s shoulder in an attempt to silence himself. The familiar feeling rushes through him, fills him with anticipation and makes him forget about everything around them for a while, concentrating merely on the knuckles pushing in and out of him. It’s always a little odd but he knows the pay-off is going to be staggering, so he makes a conscious effort to relax, accept the digit into himself.

When a second finger brushes over his hole, full of promise, he involuntarily thrusts forwards, is abruptly reminded of the fact that he’s got a penis as well, and hears Dom suck in air sharply through his teeth. He repeats the motion, now slower yet more deliberately, and when he lifts his head, Dom returns his mischievous gaze almost helplessly. “Please. I don’t want to – Marius!” Grinning, he grinds against Dom’s rock hard shaft once more and simultaneously flicks one of his nipples but he stops grinning almost immediately when the second finger is shoved inside him all the way, stretching him and giving him that unparalleled feeling of being full that he’s come to crave now and then. And even though it’s nothing short of fantastic, Dom instantly looks guilty. “Are you – did I hurt you?”

“Fuck no”, he replies as emphatically as possible when all they allow themselves to do is whisper, “keep going, it’s great.” As if to prove his point, he pushes back against the slippery fingers before rolling his hips into his fist again, building up a steady rhythm that’s heavenly and seems to be doing it for Dom as well, judging by his throbbing erection that strains against Marius’. He’s being worked open carefully now and thoroughly glad for Dom’s other arm holding him upright as fiery pleasure mixes with the comfortable feeling in his belly that manifested when they embraced earlier and has yet to vanish.

The third finger does him in. If he continued the languid slide of dick on dick, he wouldn’t last long and thus he takes Dom’s face in both hands and kisses him sloppily, notices his lips curving into a smile as he prepares Marius so thoroughly it’s almost ridiculous but who is he to complain – the feeling of clever fingers moving inside of him is addicting already, fuelling his need for release and making his eyelids flutter in bliss. When he breaks the kiss, both their mouths are wet with spit yet Dom doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest. He’s breathing hard as well now, fixing Marius with a smouldering gaze and caressing his arse with his free hand. “Ready?”

“Almost.” Blindly, he reaches behind him and grabs the condom, grins when Dom interprets this as a prompt to brush over his prostate, causing waves of warmth to course through him. He does his best to ignore them even as they’re getting stronger, rips open the wrapper with slightly shaking fingers and rolls it over Dom’s cock – he has to take a break halfway through because the pleasure is blotting out all feeling in his limbs but he counters it by threatening to attack one of Dom’s nipples again, after which the distractions cease. At least enough for him to finish his task.

“Turn around.” His voice is soft, beckoning, a stark contrast to the uncomfortable empty feeling after his fingers have withdrawn and still, Marius has never been more turned on than right now. He’s simultaneously astonished and not at all surprised to find that he trusts Dom with every fibre of his being. Obligingly, he does as he’s told, props himself up on the shelf and catches Dom’s eye in the large mirror that only now fully registers – if they’re going to do it like this, it means - “I’ll go slow. I want to enjoy this.” They’re still looking at each other while Dom lines up his dick, starts pushing in and they can pinpoint the exact moment his head slides inside on each of their faces, both slipping slightly into elation and disbelief at once. He’s large, even after three fingers, indescribably hot and pushes all the air out of Marius’ lungs with every centimetre more that enters him.

They’re becoming one and he can watch it, examine his own expression as well as Dom’s, and it’s embarrassing in a way though not shameful. He’s not ashamed of what they’re doing, just self-conscious about doing it this purposefully, about letting too much show. Dom is looking at him intently, searching for every swallowed moan, every tensing of muscles, every interrupted in- or exhale and it’s strangely arousing. Marius feels the urge to close his eyes, reduce some of the intensity of it yet decides against it; he only allows himself to look away once Dom has bottomed out, is catching his breath, puts his hands on Marius’ hips and kisses the top of his spine in a gesture so loving it makes a smile appear on Marius’ lips.

Usually, it takes him a while to get accustomed to the curious feeling of being penetrated but right now, relaxing into it is second nature somehow, easy and effortless, probably because he wants this so much his teeth hurt. He pushes against Dom in a signal for him to move which he obeys without protest, withdrawing a little and pushing back in, repeating the motion a few times before he switches to slow, long thrusts that barely deserve the name – it’s a languorous slide but after no more than thirty seconds, Marius is trembling. There’s something he didn’t know or rather forgot, he hasn’t had sex standing up a lot, often favours a bed: in this position, Dom rubs over his sweet spot every time. It’s not enough to make him come, at least not in less than half an hour, but it’s earth-shattering regardless. Especially because he needs to bite back every sound trying to claw its way out of his throat.

It doesn’t help that Dom is going so slow – if anything, it makes it worse, amplifies the blinding pleasure immensely. His knuckles are turning white where he’s desperately holding on to the edge of the wooden shelf trying not to let his legs give in, he’s clenching his jaw and sucking air in every time Dom pushes back inside. He stops, suddenly, and Marius is about to yell at him when he notices he’s on the verge of hyperventilating. That’d be a first, he’s not passed out during sex before but he’s also not had a hunk like this slowly fuck every shred of common sense out of him. Dom is doing his best to calm him down, melts against his beck, nuzzles his shoulder, strokes his chest reassuringly. “Alright?” Marius nods weakly and leans back into him, thankful for the solid, warm weight of the body behind him. “Look at me. I want to see what I do to you.”

He glances up and feels a little better when he sees Dom’s brows furrowed in concentration – it’s visibly costing him a lot of willpower to keep up this gruelling tempo. “You’re right there”, he tries to explain huskily, “don’t change anything.”

“The angle?”, Dom clarifies and Marius just nods again, unable to respond as another spark blackens his vision for a split second. “You’re so tight and so sensitive. I can feel you clenching around me. You feel amazing.” His lips latch onto the nape of Marius’ neck again, his weakspot, making him wobble unsteadily and, together with the stimulation deep inside him, it’s too much, too intense, he wants to curl in on himself but a hand on his chin keeps him upright and is that face staring back at him from the mirror really him? He looks so lost and yet so ecstatic, as if he never wants to be found again.

Too much and not enough at the same time. Because as extreme as the pleasure is, as all-encompassing, it’s too stretched out; a full-body sensation that lulls him into a state of powerless joy yet denies him all hope for release. His legs are twitching from the fluctuating feeling, he’s keenly aware of Dom’s thighs pushing against his, of the tongue behind his ear, the one hand holding on to his hip bone and the other caressing his jaw, just as sharply as he feels the hot shaft entering him over and over again, creating a tide that never stops and never rises high enough. Dom is watching him, unchanged, even as he sucks temporary markings into his skin, he drinks in all of Marius’ gasps and squirms and his eyes are so full of affection that it causes Marius’ heart to pump twice as fast.

Just when he’s started to accept his fate, when he made peace with forever floating in limbo, with never reaching his goal, fingers encircle his erection and begin stroking it – in the same torturous tempo as the deep thrusts. They glide over his head, gather the copious amounts of precum there and use them to ease the slide, clouding Marius’ mind even further, causing his eyes to roll back into his skull when they sync up with the deep-seated stimulation. He can’t imagine how disciplined Dom must be, how composed he has to be to keep this up, to stay mostly mute except for his laboured breathing and the occasional gasp – he only knows that he doesn’t share his resolve.

“Dom”, he begs ardently and is proud of being able to keep his voice low, “Dom, please. Go faster.” A simple shake of the head crushes all hope for a swift release, it’s accompanied by a smirk and a twinkle in Dom’s eyes but even then it’s obvious he’s holding himself back with effort. There are teeth on Marius’ neck now and he’s already trembling, his insides hungrily gripping Dom’s dick but even then he refuses to try and increase the speed, refrains from thrusting back because while it’s nothing but torture, it’s sweet, divine, stunning. He closes his eyes and focuses on the teasing touches, the hand stroking him, on the incredible feeling of Dom’s head rubbing right over his prostate, unfailingly every time he pushes in. Reality ceases to make sense to him and it helps, he can feel his climax approaching but as if Dom could sense it, he slows down even further, despite how his own cock is throbbing deep inside Marius – and he’s never been able to feel it this intensely, the shaft inside him pulsing with need. “I need to come”, he whines and barely stops himself from bucking into that excruciatingly light grip, “Dom, let me come.”

“Open your eyes. Look at me.” Something in Dom’s voice has changed, it’s thick now but also sounds like he made a decision, so Marius wastes no time in obeying, meets his gaze in the mirror again and that’s when the grip tightens. A low moan escapes him to which Dom reacts by holding his mouth shut, the gesture dominant yet meant helpfully: they both know Marius would regret it if he lost control now. He’s getting serious, his hand is speeding up, pulling Marius ever closer, and still he’s observing him raptly, his chin on Marius’ shoulder. There’s a twist to his wrist, his fingers tightening around the sensitive tip, digits brushing over that certain spot on the underside of the head and it’s almost – he’s almost there – he just needs -

Dom bites into his earlobe and he’s gone, shoved over the edge, tumbling down in free fall. Right as he passes the point of no return, Marius fills his lungs with air, arches his back dramatically, is only connected to Dom where his hand is on his mouth and their hips flush, and then he comes. It’s violent, the contractions in his lower body so extreme it’s almost painful, his legs are hurting and his arms about to give in and yet everything is eclipsed by the elating feeling of release; sweet relief is rushing through his veins as he grinds against Dom, seeking to maximise his pleasure while he’s being milked, mercilessly stroked through the entirety of his orgasm. He’s moaning into Dom’s hand – quietly but moaning nonetheless – helpless, shivering, clamping down on the cock impaling him that’s twitching hard, hitting all the right spots and it’s never been this fierce, he’s never felt a climax this sharp and satisfying.

Even as he’s coming down, there’s the occasional pleasurable twitch and as soon as Dom removes his hand, he greedily gulps in air and inspects the damage. He managed to shoot his sperm even halfway up the mirror, which is impressive, exhaustion is settling in his bones now and he can’t really see straight but apart from that he feels brilliant. Instead of sobering up, there’s an unfamiliar warmth inside that probably stems from the fact that Dom is wrapped around him, unchanged, and looking at him like he hung the stars. “That was absolutely beautiful”, he whispers and Marius replies with a short, embarrassed laugh.

“You’ve not come yet?” Dom shakes his head again. “Then do. I want to feel it.” They exchange a smile that’s so pure, so full of adoration and mutual affection that it refuses to leave Marius’ lips even as Dom grabs his hipbones and pulls him back onto his cock. He’s faster now, careful not to let the sound of skin on skin become too loud but thrusts deep regardless, the feeling not even uncomfortable. Marius basks in it, relishing the knowledge that he can now help with Dom’s pleasure, focus entirely on him; he meets his thrusts, adapts to his movements, contracts his muscles around him and squeezes breathless gasps out of him. He can finally give something back to Dom.

When he comes, Marius makes sure to allow him as deep as possible, endeavours to prolong his orgasm with small motions and doesn’t complain when fingernails bite into his skin. Dom looks blissful, his head thrown back and his throat exposed, his features gone slack in pleasure and his erection pulsing with every spurt. It’s everything, it’s hot and exquisite and lovely and now Marius understands what he meant because he, too, looks absolutely beautiful.

He rests his forehead on Marius’ shoulder for a bit as they’re both catching their breath, then he gingerly withdraws, extracts himself from Marius’ body, leaves him slightly cold without the comforting warmth at his back. “You ruined the mirror”, he says quietly while removing and tying off the condom.

“Wouldn’t be the first time”, Marius shrugs, making Dom snort. They busy themselves with cleaning up, him taking care of the mirror and the washbasin and the shelf (he really came everywhere, it seems), and Dom collecting and even folding their clothes, putting them on a chair in Marius’ room. “You know, we could’ve shut the door.”

“Ah, but where would be the fun in that?” Chuckling, they both crawl under the sheets once they’re done, intertwine their limbs and bathe in each other’s body heat, gentle hands stroking through short hair and over soft skin, lips touching now and then, noses brushing.

A thought occurs to Marius. “We might not even have to lie to my uncle tomorrow, you know.” As soon as the words have left his mouth, he wants to slap himself because none of this makes them boyfriends, neither of them have raised the topic before and he shouldn’t assume so much. He wants it, though, he realises there’s a longing in his chest to make Dom a part of his life, to keep him. There’s something there, it’s undeniable, they’re compatible and they like each other.

Dom hesitates but as it turns out for a different reason than unwillingness: “I’ve got to go back to Berlin tomorrow afternoon. I’m not – I want to. But it’d be long distance and I’m shit with that.”

That’s right, he’s only here temporarily. Marius knows this but happened to forget. “Me too”, he murmurs and it’s the sad truth. He gets lonely, especially on weekdays when there’s no one with whom to spend the evening, he understands if Dom feels the same way. Keeping him from potentially finding someone else with whom he could be happier is unnecessarily cruel. Right now though, he doesn’t have the energy to be bitter about it, and besides, Dom is still here, right beside him and naked and eye candy. “Can I wake you up at night for another round?”

He gives a startled laugh, obviously not having expected the question. “Sure. But the lube’s gone, so we’d have to settle for hand jobs.”

“Why not blow jobs?”

“I can blow you until you pass out, if you like, but I can’t come from it. Never have.”

Marius’ interest is piqued. “Not even if I play with your nipples?”

“We’d wake up your uncle. Believe me, I’d moan like a bitch but I wouldn’t finish.”

“Sounds hot.”

Dom laughs once more and pulls him on top of himself, kisses him lovingly and Marius curses everything and everyone for the fact that Cedrick is somehow stationed here but Dom isn’t. They just cuddle for a while, slowly drifting away until Marius climbs off again, turns around and shuts off the bedside lamp only to feel Dom scoot up to him and spoon him. It’s as if he can read Marius’ mind since this is his favourite position, cosy and safe and he relaxes into it. He’s half asleep when Dom mumbles: “If you give me your number, we can at least phone now and then. Have freaky phone sex. Or… or just talk.”

For some reason, the second option sounds more intimate than the first, more of a concession. He pictures it, a lazy Saturday, him in his pyjamas and Dom’s voice by his ear, memories surrounding them, the feeling of a solid body at his back. “Yeah”, he agrees with a smile so open that he’s glad Dom can’t see it. “Yeah, let’s do that. I’d like that.” There’s a kiss pressed against the back of his neck and he still feels it when he falls asleep.

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