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"Yeah, baby, you like sucking my cock like that? You want to swallow my cum just like you swallowed my prosecco on that podium, right?"
Bezz tried to nod his head as best as he could with a cock in his mouth, staring up at Marc with tear filled eyes, completely unraveled in front of the Spaniard sitting on the couch.
Marc cooed at him, scratching his head and gently moving Bezz's head up and down on his dick.
"Look at you taking my cock like that, what a good boy," he sighed.
He let his head fall back, exposing his golden neck, his adam's apple bobbing after he swallowed hard, feeling Bezz's skilled tongue play with his length.
Since they had started their little... whatever you wanted to call it, Bezz's blowjob skills had improved tremendously.
In the beginning, he couldn't even take half of Marc's length, let alone deepthroat him, too inexperienced and sloppy, always making a mess, drool running down Marc's dick and balls, prompting him to cry more often than not about how embarassed he was– making Marc's dick even harder and him look like a pathetic puppy.
Just like he did right now– his curls were still sticky with the prosecco, sticking against his forehead, his cheeks sported a pink blush, and his lips were stretched beautifully around Marc.
The contrast of Bezz's pink lips and Marc's tanned, golden cock, made him groan, bucking up into Bezz's throat to make the younger Italian choke.
The sounds coming from Marco's mouth were pure sin: a gurgling and a high whine, the cock in his mouth blocking the rest of the noises he would've made.
"Such a good boy, Marco," he praised him, "What a great mouth you have, perfect for sucking cock." Marco whimpered.
"You wanted this, didn't you? Giving away that bottle so you could drink out of mine, so needy to get any sort of contact without anyone getting suspicious. Oh, I know you would've wanted to just suck me off up there, drinking my cum instead of that prosecco."
Bezz nodded enthusiastically, bobbing his head even faster as a result, and gripped at Marc's thighs to ground himself.
His movement was getting even more frantic, wanting to give his all to please Marc, more than happy to serve him in any way he wanted him to.
"Alright, puppy," Marc groaned, "how about we move this to the bed, I fuck your throat and you swallow all of my cum, and then if you did a good job I'll let you hump my thigh until you cum, does that sound like a good idea?"
Marco's eyes filled with even more tears as he nodded his head and made an agreeing sound around his dick. "Well, then you need to let go for a second puppy, or we won't get to the bed."
Marc cradled Bezz's face in his hands and slowly pulled him off his cock, that slapped wetly against his abs, hard as a rock.
Marco's lips were shiny with spit and precum, pouting up at Marc like he couldn't do a second without having him in his mouth.
"Come on, let's go puppy," he urged Marco to let him stand up and walk over to the bed.
But when Marco tried to follow Marc, standing up, he got a warning look by the Spaniard. "That's not how dogs walk, Marco."
If it was even possible, he got harder at that comment, immediately lowering himself back down onto the floor and looking up at Marc who already sat down against the headboard and petted the space between his thighs. "Go on, you can sit here."
With a completely red face, Marco crawled slowly over to the bed, under Marc's piercing gaze, feeling smaller than Marc, despite him being taller by a few centimeters.
But the one who was in control and who dominated the scene was always Marc.
Pulling himself onto the bed he sat down on his haunches between Marc's legs, lowering himself to the same level as Marc's cock and looked up questioningly, wanting to get Marc's explicit permission first.
A slightly unhinged smile made its way onto Marc's face, seeing how Bezz completely submitted to him.
"Go ahead, puppy, you deserve it. Make me cum."
Delighted, Bezz grabbed Marc's length and swallowed down as much as he could before beginning to move his head, and massaging Marc's balls with his hand.
"Ahhh, yeah, good boy, such a good boy, Marco," Marc moaned.
The sensation of Bezz's warm mouth and his tongue swirling around was indescribable.
He got lost in the sensations that Marco was so focused on creating, eager to make Marc cum as fast as he could and moan under his ministrations.
"If you continue like that I'm gonna cum soon, puppy."
And it indeed didn't take long for Marc to let out one final groan, fisting his hand in Marco's locks, and pumping his entire load into Bezz.
He swallowed around Marc, drinking his cum without hesitation, moaning at the salty taste, and licking at the veins on Marc's cock.
Spent, he pulled Bezz off of his dick, pulling his mouth open with his fingers to check if he swallowed everything and made an approving sound when he saw that he had swallowed everything.
"Now you have earned a reward puppy," he purred, pulling Marco up.
"I saw how hard you are, that can't be comfortable. You can use my thigh to help you cum, puppy."
"Thank you, Marc," Bezz whimpered. Already on the edge after sucking Marc off for so long, body trembling and his breath coming out in little puffs.
He cautiously started to move his hips against Marc's thigh, afraid that he was doing something wrong and looking up to check if Marc was happy with what he was doing.
He gave him an encouraging smile and placed his hands onto Bezz's hips. "How about taking off your pants first? That way, it will feel better."
Embarassed at forgetting that he was still wearing pants, he scooted back and clumsily pulled down his pants, throwing them onto the floor after having struggled a little – his hands not able to coordinate opening a button when he was this turned on.
Marc watched the short struggle with an amused smile, pulling Marco down immediately after he was completely naked. "What an eager puppy you are, so ready to hump my thigh."
Hiding his face in Marc's neck, he made a tiny sound to agree with Marc before moving himself against the Spaniard, sighing at the pressure on his dick, finally getting relief.
"That's a good boy." He heard Marc whisper, whimpering and speeding up his hips, the praise clouding his mind.
With each and every thrust, his body started to tremble even harder, and more sounds spilled past his lips, directly into Marc's ear.
"Marc, Marc, I think- I'm gonna cum, please, can I cum?"
"Of course you can, baby. Cum on my thigh, puppy."
Bezz moaned loudly, gripping onto Marc tightly and sped up his movement, frantically humping him like a dog, until he whimpered brokenly and tensed, cumming onto the golden skin and painting it with white streaks.
"That's a good boy, cumming so well for me, what a good boy," Marc cooed at him and stroked his back gently, while Bezz was still shaking from his orgasm, letting out tiny whimpers occasionally.
"I'm gonna clean you a little, okay puppy?"
Marco nodded slightly, still in the process of coming back into his own body.
Marc carefully wiped Marco's body with the wet towel he had prepared before, conscious of the places where he knew the other was sensitive before giving himself a quicker and slightly rougher wipe down, discarding the towel by throwing it somewhere next to the bed. He didn't really care about that right now.
What he cared about was right in front of him, already shuffling closer and cuddling against him.
The action reminding him of a tiny puppy snuggling for warmth.
He would deal with his feelings for Marco later, he decided.
Right now, he would much rather focus on cuddling with him, happy to pass out with his warm body pressed against his own.