Body Worship || Markus & Conner
Markus hummed and pushed against Conner, grinding against him. Sliding his hands down Conner’s back, Markus gripped his ass and hauled him up, backing them up until they hit the wall. Using the wall as a leverage point, Markus continued to roll his hips against Conner’s body. “A-All mine? What if Cas wanted a slice of you too? What if Cas wanted to fuck you too?” Markus paused, placing kisses down Con’s neck, Markus paused long enough to speak against Con’s skin, “What if we both wanted to fuck you at the same time? Could you handle both our cocks inside you?” Riling up his lover was something Markus wanted to do and he thought he was damn good at doing so.
Conner whimpered softly and bit his bottom lip as he rocked himself against Markus in return. He yipped and wrapped his legs around his waist, his head falling back against the wall and his body trembling slightly. The Angel’s words made him shudder, letting out a low whine and writhing between Markus and the wall. “F-Fuck… M-Markus, y-yes… nngh, I w-want…” he whimpered, unable to form a full thought as he writhed between them, his fingers scratching at his broad shoulders. He leaned in and sank his teeth into the other’s shoulder, writhing against him with a muffled plea for something more.
Gripping Conner’s ass, Markus ground his hips against Con’s. His body shuddered and he growled as Conner’s teeth sunk into his shoulder. The marks his skinwalker lover made always made him feel proud, proud that he’d pushed Conner far enough that he’d be put in a base and primal place. “You want us to fuck you hard and caress very inch of you? You want us to suck, lick, and kiss every piece of flesh we uncover?” Saying the things he was saying, the words were riling him up as much as his lover. If he and Pet both were inside Conner – fuck the images that brought to mind were so fucking wonderful. As Con’s nails tore at the surface of his skin, Markus reached between them and rubbed Con’s cock.
Conner shuddered and writhed between the wall and Markus. He whimpered as Markus spoke, biting down once more on his shoulder. He was achingly hard, wanting nothing more than to make this happen. “Markus,” He whined, his legs tightening around his Angel’s waist, bucking his hips against Markus’ hand as it slipped between them. “W-want y-you t-to fuck me p-please…” He whined, pulling away from his shoulder and letting his head fall back against the wall.
