"Michael?" he heard his name called through the doors.

"What is it?"

"Can آپ come here?" Michael paused and then reentered his bedroom.

The sight that hit him was a dream. Stray candles all around his room had been lit, his patio doors had been opened letting in the fresh storm air, and there, in the middle of his own bed, was his biggest and darkest fantasy. Mark's masculine figure was lying, bare, with his sparkly comforter pulled just high enough to make Michael's head spin.

"Mark...," Michael whispered. Mark looked back at him with such eyes. Michael knew what he wanted now for sure; it was him after all. Michael exhaled and put a hand to his chest in relief.

"Michael, come here." Mark breathed. Michael felt his legs carry him to the edge of the بستر where he sat timidly. Immedietly, Mark cupped his pretty face and pressed his lips to his own, careless to the slipping comforter revealing his secrets.

Michael grew hard instantly at this display of passion. His knees trembled and he tried to squeeze himself between his thighs. Mark moaned and pulled at Michael's روب, چغہ tassel.

"Oh!" Michael jumped slightly and broke their kiss. Yes, he wanted Mark. He wanted him all over his own bare warm flesh. Why was he so nervous? Mark instead gently pushed the کالر of his روب, چغہ apart exposing his nipples. He kissed his way down Michael's neck to the center of his chest. He was taut and lean without a trace of a hair. Mark wished he could see a little better. He knew the skin condition Michael spoke of, but he wanted to be part of Michael; to understand for him.

He moved to his گلابی nipple which hardened before his very eyes in the cool air. When Mark's warm tongue slowly swirled around his nipple Michael lost it.

"OH...Oh!"

"Michael...," Mark gasped gazing up at him in the darkness. But the glowing outlines of Michael's sensual chin above him and his hardened nipples was fine for now.

Mark shifted on سب, سب سے اوپر of Michael. He began to suckle at his neck. Michael held him tight and moaned higher and higher; he wanted to لپیٹ, لفاف کریں his legs around him but couldn't because of his robe. Mark continued to suck and kiss and Michael gasped and breathed in his scent mixed with the fresh outdoors.

Mark reached a hand down to Michael's swollen manhood. Michael moaned in response at his sexual touch.

"Babe...please...," Mark begged. Michael covered his face and sucked his lip. "Oh, Michael...," Mark buried his face in his wild curls.

Michael nudged him and slowly moved his shaking hands down to untie his robe. Mark shifted for him, his breath increasing. Michael pulled his loosened روب, چغہ aside and spread his legs for Mark to rest between.

"Oh Jesus, Michael," Mark was overcome as their warm and swollen sensual parts came to rest against one another for the first time.