Marcus held up the leash, along with the simple collar. He studied the black leather, feeling how buttery smooth it was then slowly looked over at Oliver who blushed and looked away.
Nude with only a blanket on his lap for modesty, Oliver was a sight to behold. He was slender and lovely with his pale skin and dark curly hair. He also had an adorable pout. Marcus cursed the fact he never learned how to paint or draw.
Oliver was a sharp contrast against Marcus. Marcus was a farm boy and looked like it, with his strong build and tan. It didn't help Marcus felt he was common looking with his dark brown hair and eyes. It was one of the reasons Marcus had fallen for Oliver, someone like him didn't come along very often.
Oliver shrugged, "You said I could pick one thing so that's what I pick. But I'm totally fine with it if you don't feel comfortable with it."
"I don't have a problem with it." Marcus said and Oliver glanced over to him hopefully. Marcus put the leash on the bed, then held out the collar to Oliver. "Help me put it on, love?"
Oliver took the collar, peeking up at him under his dark eyelashes. "Are you sure?"
Marcus grinned, holding out his arms toward Oliver. "Yeah."
Oliver crawled into his lap, giving Marcus a chaste kiss. He returned it, keeping it gentle as he ran a hand down on his back. Oliver may be the one 'in charge' but it was still his duty as the top to smooth and guild him.
After breaking the kiss, Oliver carefully put the collar on. He hooked a finger into it and tugged. "Not too tight?"
Marcus reached up, the smoothness against his neck unusual enough that he couldn't stop noticing it, especially since he was just as nude as Oilver but it wasn't uncomfortable. He picked up the leash and held it out to Oliver. "It's good, my love."
Somehow Oliver's blush worsened but he hooked it to Marcus's collar, Marcus placed his hands on Oliver's slim hips. Marcus grinned at his embarrassed glance and leaned down to kiss him, only for him to press a single finger against Marcus's lip.
He blinked in confusion but didn't pull back.
"Nope." Oliver said with a mischievous glint in his green eyes. "As part of this, you have to listen to my every order, no matter what."
Marcus nodded and pulled back. There was a moment of silence as Oliver tried to work out exactly what he wanted. Marcus smirked at him, making his lover glare at him. Oliver gave the leash a gentle tug and made a pleased sound when Marcus followed it.
He coiled the excess leash around his hand and pulled Marcus toward him. Holding his gaze, Oliver softly ordered, "I want you to kiss my cheek."
Marcus did with a smile, letting his mouth linger against Oliver's soft cheek. Oliver tugged at him again, moving his head. His dark curls falling away from his face. "Kiss me like you did when you came home last night."
Marcus cupped his face, brushing his lips along Oliver's, slowly pressing into his mouth. Oliver whimpered, returning the kiss. Marcus caressed his cheeks, tilting his head back to deepen the kiss. He groaned when Oliver's mouth parted for him.
His hand braced on Marcus' broad chest as the kiss continued, the softness of the kiss saying more than words could.
Then he gasped, pulling away with a thin trail of spit connecting Marcus and him.
Oliver was panting and his cheeks flushed, and Marcus ached to reclaim his mouth for himself. Marcus' thumb moved and he pressed down on the bottom of his lip. Then Oliver gave Marcus's leash a sharp tug and Marcus realized he had forgotten about it.
"I don't remember telling Marcus to do that with your thumb." He said, trying to sound commanding but there was a tremble in his voice.
"Forgive me, love." Marcus said, dropping Marcus' hands back down to his hips.
"Remember, I'm the one calling the shots." Oliver said, his sweet voice low.
With a hard jerk, he pulled Marcus back into another kiss, this time hard and dominating. His hand tangled in Marcus' hair to hold Marcus' place, and Marcus' lips parted under the pressure, giving in to him completely.
Or Marcus tried to. Before Marcus knew it, Marcus took control of the kiss, wanting more of him. Oliver whimpered as Marcus sucked on his tongue, and the kiss turned obscene as Marcus' hold tightened on his hips.
Marcus's hand moved down between Oliver's thighs, his pretty cock was already hard and Marcus wrapped a hand around it, thumb rubbing against the silt. Far as Marcus was concerned, Oliver had the prettiest little cock and it was always so sensitive.
Oliver groaned, breaking the kiss. His hand wrapped around Marcus' wrist and moved him away.
"I know for a fact that I didn't tell you to do that." Oliver snapped, flustered and gods, it was so unfair how beautiful he was right now. Marcus swallowed, trying to get his brain to work again.
"Get the lube." Oliver ordered, getting out Marcus' lap and Marcus nodded. Thankfully the bottle of lube was still close by and Marcus handed it to him mindlessly. Oliver shook it and with a nod, he grabbed the leash and yanked at it.
Marcus followed, on his hands and knees as he laid down among the pillows. He bit on his lip, his eyes flickered toward Marcus. "I want you to finger me, and take your time. And Marcus, you are not allowed to touch yourself or me, understand?" He asked shakily.
Marcus nodded, mouth watering at the sight of him. He placed a hand under Oliver's knee to lift his leg up. Marcus grabbed a pillow and tucked under him. As Marcus placed Oliver's leg over his shoulder, Marcus almost pressed a kiss against his ankle but managed to stop himself.
Marcus took the bottle of lube and poured it over his fingers.
"Ready?" Marcus asked, waiting for his okay. Oliver nodded, and with one finger, Marcus pressed in. Oliver's head dipped back on the pillow as he moaned, exposing his neck.
"Fuck, love. Can I kiss your neck? You look so lovely." Marcus rasped, unable to look away.
Oliver shook his head, licking his lips. "Nope, I know that trick." His voice was breathless as he smirked at Marcus.
Marcus huffed, moving his hand slowly then he pressed down, grinning at the gasp he made. Marcus kept up the movement and pressure, careful not to speed up.
"Another please." Oliver gasped out, his leg spreading apart for Marcus. Marcus nodded, hungry for more. Marcus' cock was throbbing for him, leaking pre-cum all over Marcus' strong thighs.
