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The way it starts is so spontaneous it catches Mark out of guard. Apparently, his body language is as agile as his mind, and speaks for itself regardless of his consensus, taking advantage of him being mindless. Plus, Eduardo’s an attentive lover; that helps, too. No, attentive is an understatement; his huge eyes, made even darker with desire, track in wonder any reaction in Mark’s body, no matter how tiny. Eduardo’s turned on by watching Mark as much as he is by touching him, and it’s invasive in the most thrilling way. Sometimes, Mark can’t take it.
So, when Wardo lowers him to bed by pinning his wrists down, he doesn’t miss the way Mark’s back arches. He doesn’t miss the way Mark’s arms go with no resistance, as if Mark was just waiting for this. He doesn’t miss Mark’s wide eyes, the way he bites his lower lips. And he certainly doesn’t miss the way Mark whines when Eduardo lets his arms go, or the way Mark’s arms stay exactly where they are.
Wardo had studied him with something between surprise and amusement; he could probably see the furious flush coloring Mark’s face. Mark himself could feel the heat. Instead of giving in to the impulse of turning away, Mark forced himself to hold Eduardo’s gaze, ignoring goose bumps spreading across his skin, just in time to see Eduardo’s smirk. Wardo had leaned over him, arms stretching to hold Mark’s again, still in the same place, and kissed him hungrily. Mark tilted his chin up, wanting Eduardo to kiss him harder, but Wardo parted, mouth slipping along Mark’s jaw and reaching behind his ear, where he kissed and licked, making Mark moan, before whispering, you like it, Mark? You like it when I hold you down, Wardo asked, breathing inside his ear and Mark had to suppress another whine, but pressed his hips to Eduardo’s, making him know just how much Mark liked it, and yes, Wardo was as hard as Mark.
At this, Eduardo groaned and tightened his hold around Mark’s wrists, sitting on his heels to look at him. Mark rolled his eyes, annoyed at the amount of staring Eduardo did, but also to hide his embarrassment. Wardo’s hair was already a wreck, from when Mark had tugged at it when they had started kissing earlier and Wardo was slightly panting, eyes burning, as he resumed talking, look at you, Mark, all naked and stretched, waiting, you look gorgeous, and Mark had attempted to free himself to pull Wardo down for a kiss and shut him up, but Eduardo didn’t let him, which only aroused him even more and Mark squirmed.
Wardo had smiled fondly; he knew Mark didn’t really mind him talking, precisely because he could read Mark’s body, and it told him otherwise. Actually, Mark enjoyed it; words could feel as intimate as a touch, could make him feel as exposed as being naked, and with Eduardo looking at him with such open affection, Mark felt brave enough to say, yeah, feels good, Wardo, when you do it. His voice had been slightly trembled, which probably got to Eduardo, who swallowed dry and finally leaned down to kiss him.
They had kissed and rubbed against each other, until the friction was such that they were moaning and panting in each other’s neck, and eventually had to part. Eduardo got the lube in the bedside table and Mark extended his hand to get it. He coated his fingers and wrapped them around Eduardo’s cock, giving him a couple of firm strokes to spread the lube, smirking at the way Wardo threw his head back and groaned, before cursing and slapping Mark’s hand away. Wardo grabbed the lube from him and started to prepare Mark, stretching him open until Mark’s face no longer showed discomfort, only anticipation.
Wardo pushed into him the way he always did, gently and careful at first, and once Mark felt adjusted, he increased the rhythm, until he was pounding into him, hitting that spot hard the way Mark liked it, the way they both liked it, and that took all their self control not to come at the first slamming of Wardo’s hips.
Wardo came first, head buried against Mark’s throat, placing breathless kisses and bites on it, arms wrapped tightly around Mark, whose own arms were thrown at his sides. Eduardo had lifted his head to kiss Mark then, still thrusting hard and deep, and Mark’s body was starting to spasm; he looked up at Eduardo through his eyelashes, knowing he was a mess, just about to come, so Mark was startled when Wardo grabbed his arms and pressed them back into the mattress. Mark had looked up in surprise, before smirking and using only his heels to urge Wardo closer.
Mark had never come so hard in his life as he did under the weight of Eduardo’s hands pinning him down.
Afterwards, with his head resting on Mark’s chest, Eduardo had finally asked the question Mark was expecting, did I hurt you, and Mark had buried his hands into Wardo’s fluffy hair, stroking with the tips of his fingers just the way Eduardo liked it, before reassuring, I liked it.
It had taken some time for Eduardo to get used to this, for him to assimilate that Mark enjoyed it. Mark had also been careful to notice if Eduardo was uncomfortable doing this; if Wardo felt bad and wasn’t telling him, it would show in his face, in his gestures. However, aside from now and then asking if he hurt Mark and from checking for marks on his wrists every single time, Eduardo seemed ok. Eventually, he had even started playing his role in the game, and would hold Mark’s arms behind his back when fucking him on his stomach or when Mark was riding his cock, and when Eduardo couldn’t hold Mark himself, like when Mark was blowing him, he’d tell Mark to keep his arms down, not to touch himself. The first time it happened, Mark had reached for Eduardo’s hips to keep him in place, and Wardo had looked at him through his long eyelashes, his hands tugging at Mark’s curls, and said, Mark, lower your arms. Keep them still, and his voice had been firm, but gentle, almost as if he was asking a favor, which was Eduardo’s way of making it clear that only if Mark was absolutely ok with this. But God, the shivers it sent down Mark’s spine, and he had looked up, Wardo’s cock still filling his mouth, hoping his gaze carried how much Mark thought it was hot.
Then one day, Mark decided to advance one more step, and he was counting with Eduardo’s high efficiency at reading Mark’s signs, though Mark also knew he’d have to make it clear what he wanted, at least for the first time.
They were making out on the couch and Mark had spent half of the Sunday just coding, so he knew Eduardo was impatient and painfully hard. Not that Mark wasn’t, too. He had done it on purpose to get Eduardo on the mood, and now he was teasing, mouthing at Eduardo’s throat and behind his ear, his hand shoved under Eduardo’s pants and stroking his erection through the fabric of the underwear, but not hard enough to be satisfying, and squeezing it now and then, only to have Wardo throw his head back and bite his lips.
As Mark predicted, Eduardo suddenly groaned, pushing Mark down and climbing on top of him, hips pressing hard against his. Mark had tightened his lips, releasing a throaty moan anyway, and resisted the urge to throw his arms around Eduardo, keeping them at the sides of his head, instead. Eduardo, even as he rubbed against Mark and kissed him, took the hint and reached to wrap Mark’s wrists in a firm grip.
Mark struggled against it.
At first, Eduardo gripped him tighter, but when Mark resisted more, he let him go. Eduardo lifted his head, sounding confused and concerned, as Mark was expecting. So, Mark licked his dry lips, gathering courage to speak.
Hold me down, Wardo. No matter what I do.
Mark had attempted a playful tone and a smirk, so that he could make Eduardo understand. It wasn’t against Mark’s will at all. He wanted to… he needed to feel Eduardo’s strength, to fight against his hold and be restrained by him. Mark didn’t know why, couldn’t explain it, he just needed it.
And he would let no one else in the world do it.
Mark was ready to actually voice it if Eduardo happened to need it. It would be… extremely exposing. But he was ready, nonetheless. If Mark wanted this, he knew he’d have to be open. Actually, part of him was pretty excited to make Eduardo see how much Mark trusted him, and him alone.
Wardo was looking at him with wide eyes, seeming incapable of speaking for a moment. Then,
Mark! Are you… What are you saying?
I’m saying I want it. I want you to do it, even if I… even if I fight.
Then, Mark sighed and looked Eduardo straight in the eyes.
Do you think you can do it?
And the thing was, Mark knew Eduardo’s nature wasn’t violent. It was quite the opposite; tender and kind. It was also intense, no doubts, but still. Was he demanding something that was unfair? Mark didn’t want to make Eduardo feel violated. That’s why he kept his eyes locked with Eduardo’s; Mark wanted to notice any small display of discomfort he might show.
But Eduardo was openly frowning.
Mark… can I ask you why?
And yes, Mark knew it was coming, and couldn’t really blame Eduardo for this. Mark couldn’t help averting his eyes to say,
I can’t explain why. I just think of it. It turns me on, kind of a lot. But I get it if you don’t want to.
Mark’s tone was casual, as if he was talking about clothes and not his sexual fantasies. He wasn’t nervous that Eduardo would judge him or something; he just wondered if he was crossing a line that he shouldn’t, which could be a big problem.
Eduardo, who was now lying beside him on the sofa, leaning his weight on his elbows, studied Mark for a long moment, looking uncharacteristically serious, which contributed to Mark’s apprehension.
Finally, Eduardo reached for Mark’s arm, bringing it to his lips, kissing inside his wrist. He looked at Mark, dark eyes softened.
We can try. I… I can’t assure you, Mark.
Mark swallowed, dry.
Ok. Are you sure?
Eduardo nodded, lips now pressed against Mark’s palm, which Mark gently took away, lifting his hand to Eduardo’s face. Mark caressed his cheeks until Eduardo closed his eyes, his face loose with pleasure, and brought him down for a kiss. Wardo kissed him with unique tenderness, as if to make up for what he was about to do. Mark knew they’d have to start with care. And so they did; they kissed and held each other for a long time, before they felt the need to remove clothes. Once Mark removed his arms from where they were encircling Eduardo’s neck, Wardo brought them down to the couch, finding no resistance. Then, as the kiss grew more urgent, Mark started pressing slightly against Eduardo’s grip, knowing it wouldn’t take much effort from Wardo to keep him down. And Wardo did, and Mark forced himself to meet his eyes, to make Eduardo see just what it did to him. Wardo must have seen it, as he looked at Mark with huge, piercing eyes, whispering, God, Mark, and Mark smiled, bringing Eduardo down with legs around his hips.
Mark knew what they were doing; they were testing each other’s limits, which had to be done. Eduardo, for instance, had to see for himself that he wasn’t violating Mark. He had to see that he wasn’t causing harm, that Mark wasn’t using him to hurt himself. Most of all, he had to see the effect it had on Mark’s body.
So, they were taking it slow, until both felt confident that the other was handling it well. Mark was enjoying the results.
Then one day, Eduardo was coming back from a business trip. Mark opened the door for him and they exchanged a tight hug, before kissing eagerly, after one week. Mark’s back was pressed against the door. He helped Eduardo out of his jacket and buttoned shirt and lifted his arms for Eduardo to take his sweatshirt off.
Mark was surprised when Eduardo, after removing his clothes, flipped him around so that Mark was facing the door. Eyes narrowing with both curiosity and lust, Mark tried turning back, only to find he couldn’t. With shivers already down his spine, he tried harder, and harder, until he was clearly struggling, and still, Eduardo kept him where he was.
Fuck!
Mark was panting, eyes wide, palms flat against the cold surface. Behind him, Eduardo was unusually quiet, aside from his breath, apparently also faster.
Mark moved his arms to his sides and Wardo instantly grabbed them, pinning them to the door. Wardo’s whole body was trapping Mark. Tightening his lips and exhaling heavily, Mark used all his energy to free himself, only to confirm his suspicions that he couldn’t.
Wardo, he said, voice trembling, and Eduardo buried his forehead into Mark’s nape, holding him still, and even as Mark fought some more, he didn’t move, keeping his grip.
It was the first time Eduardo was using all his strength for good, the first time Mark was using all of his own, and shit, he couldn’t break free even if he wanted to. He was somewhat taken aback; Mark knew he was a small guy but he’s never been weak. He knew Eduardo was bigger, but Wardo was also slender. Still, Mark knew Eduardo had started running and working out after the depositions (to relieve the stress you gave me, he had teased), and Mark had never worked out like him, with such discipline.
And Christ, the feeling of being helplessly restrained aroused Mark to levels he didn’t even imagine existed.
Mark was now sweating with the effort and could feel Eduardo panting against his skin and his chest heaving against Mark’s back. Wardo had started kissing his nape, licking and biting, before moving to Mark’s jaw, and once he reached Mark’s ear, Wardo whispered, is this what you wanted, Mark? Is it good, his voice hoarse and warm against Mark’s ear.
Mark’s knees were weakly trembling, his lips parted, as a long, wounded moan escaped his mouth and he said, yeah, Wardo, fuck, that’s it, not knowing how he had managed to talk. Mark started pressing his hips back against Eduardo’s hardness, and Eduardo groaned, biting hard at Mark’s shoulder, rubbing against him.
Keep them still, Wardo growled against Mark’s ear, before letting his arms go for a moment. Eduardo lowered his pants and underwear, freeing his cock and pressing it to Mark’s ass. Mark arched his back and Eduardo reached back to his arms, pinning them above Mark’s head with one hand, shoving the other inside Mark’s boxers to wrap around him.
It didn’t take too many strokes for Mark to come so hard he thought he would pass out. Wardo came not long after, arm wrapped tightly around Mark’s waist. Only then, he let Mark’s arms go and turned Mark to him for a long, lazy kiss, as they were both spent. Once they parted, Wardo cupped Mark’s face and said, I’ll cuddle the hell out of you now. I don’t care if you want it or not, and Mark rolled his eyes, pulling Eduardo to their bedroom, knowing that Wardo had to know that Mark secretly enjoyed cuddling.
Once in bed, Eduardo checked for bruises, and this time there were some marks on Mark’s arms. For his part, Mark checked Wardo’s face for any signals of regret. But there was only a slight guilt. We’ll ice it and it’ll be fine, Mark offered, hoping that letting Eduardo do it would help ease the feeling. Wardo looked up at him, eyes narrowed, and Mark thought he was going to ask the old question again, but apparently Eduardo didn’t want an answer with words. He was surveying Mark with utter attention and Mark knew it was useless to try and show anything; that Eduardo would find what he was looking for.
Thankfully, Eduardo was ok with whatever it was he found, as he stood up and headed out of the room. He came back with a bag of ice and pressed it to Mark’s skin where it was still an angry red. Once he was satisfied, he put the ice bag aside and pulled Mark to his chest. Eduardo’s heartbeat was still rushed, Mark could feel. He wrapped his hands around Wardo’s waist and kissed his stomach, feeling his muscles relaxing a little. Eduardo’s hand came to Mark’s curls, scratching at the scalp.
Does it hurt anywhere else?
Mark lifted his chin to look up.
My muscles are kind of sore.
Eduardo frowned, lips becoming a thin line, and Mark rolled his eyes and shrugged
Nothing serious, though. You’re… Wardo, you didn’t tell me you were so strong.
Wardo gulped, eyes suddenly huge.
Mark! This isn’t funny, you have a safeword, you know! Jesus, I could have…
Wardo, it’s no big deal, it doesn’t hurt too much. There’s no real damage and as you can see I didn’t bruise.
Eduardo’s jaw was tight as he looked down. Mark cupped Wardo’s chin with his hand, lifting it to look at him. He looked firmly into Eduardo’s eyes.
Wardo. I’m ok. I’m absolutely fine.
I love you, was on the tip of Mark’s tongue. Didn’t Eduardo get it, that he was the only one that got Mark to feel like this, like he could give himself completely?
Eduardo nodded, seeming dazzled by their locked gazes, and Mark placed a kiss on his forehead.
Then Wardo complained he was the one supposed to be comforting Mark, and pulled him back to his chest.