Narrator's P.O.V
Marcos suddenly shifted his focus, running his hands down the curly-haired boy's body and grabbing both of his legs. Once again, Ariel was taken by surprise as he felt himself being hoisted up, instinctively wrapping his arms and legs around the other man. After a few seconds of pure shock, the reality of what was happening finally set in. He was actually in his living room, with Marcos holding him in his arms, his limbs wrapped tightly around the Asian man. Chen looked at him with a desire so intense it was almost palpable—something Ariel wouldn't have imagined possible even in his wildest dreams.
This...
Was this really happening?
"Today, I'm going to do something I've been wanting to do for ages," he said. His voice was low and raspy, sending a full-body shiver down Ariel's spine.
Without another word, the Asian man kissed him. His body was so hot, so comfortable, so incredibly good to feel. The curly-haired boy was in ecstasy. He had to split his attention between the taller man's lips and the large hands gripping both cheeks of his ass tightly—which was certainly not an easy task. Ariel wanted more. He wanted to be closer, he wanted more contact. He wanted more!
It was strange because he normally wouldn't act like this. In fact, everything was the exact opposite of how he usually behaved, but there was something about Marcos that drew him in so completely that the only thing running through his mind was "Marcos, Marcos, fuck, Marcos...".
He wasn't acting like the same guy who worked beside him almost every day, always gentle and goofy, asking about his life as if they'd been friends for years. No, this Marcos was aggressive and rough in a way that made him crave more and more! The air was getting stifling, even with the windows open. It was hot, arousing, and immensely pleasurable, even though it was just a kiss. He felt like he was going to lose his mind. Their lips moved fast, their tongues crashing and fighting for dominance as they both struggled to breathe into the kiss, just so they wouldn't have to break apart.
It was too much!
Even with his eyes closed, Ariel knew when the other man started walking toward the couch, laying him down carefully on the cushions when he reached it. He didn't have time to speak, or even to open his eyes; he just felt his hair being pulled back as his lower lip was caught between the other man's teeth. A loud moan slipped out at that, followed by a filthy chuckle from both of them. The look of raw lust stamped on their faces was explicit. Every time his hair was pulled, he felt his cock throb inside his underwear. He knew he was already completely wet down there, but he couldn't have cared less. All he cared about was what was coming next. He was desperate for what he knew was coming next!
"Marcos..." he tried to say, but it was hard. It was too hard to think straight.
Chen began to give him his full attention. There were so many kisses, bites, and hickeys all over his body that... wow! He had no idea a guy like Marcos knew how to use his mouth so well. His hand didn't let go of Ariel's hair for a single second, yet the grip didn't hurt. Actually, it felt amazing. The brutality wasn't excessive, which made it far too pleasurable. Suddenly, the kisses stopped, and the grip on his hair loosened. Ariel couldn't feel Marcos anymore and finally opened his eyes, needing to know why the man had stopped out of nowhere when it felt so damn good. His frustration quickly gave way to a certain fascination. It was definitely a beautiful sight, one that practically made his mouth water.
"Do you like it?" Marcos teased, a dirty smirk on his face as he watched how Ariel stared at his body, now completely bare of any clothing.
"I definitely like it," he replied, scooting closer to the edge of the couch.
They didn't exchange many words, but it was as if they knew exactly what the other wanted. The Asian man grabbed Ariel's long curls again, drawing a moan of approval from him. He really liked that, and he was absolutely going to love what was coming next. He was enjoying being dominated, so he was going to let Marcos do it. And so he did. With one hand tangled in the shorter man's hair and the other gripping his own cock, he guided Ariel down until his mouth was completely... full, if you catch my drift. Marcos pumped his hips back and forth, literally face-fucking the boy, sometimes thrusting until he hit the back of his throat. It was good; the curly-haired boy definitely knew how to suck, but it wasn't exactly what the taller man wanted right then.
"Ari... get on all fours for me?" he asked, his tone suddenly extremely gentle.
Ariel felt like he was going to die right then and there. He groaned in frustration. How did Marcos switch from a rough dominant to a sweet guy in a matter of seconds? He was definitely trying to drive him crazy! Without a second thought, the curly-haired boy got on all fours on the couch. He knew what the other man intended, and he was eager to feel it. It had been a while since he'd received this kind of attention, especially in that area, so maybe he was just overly sensitive. Feeling his underwear being yanked down, leaving him completely exposed to the other man, Ariel curled his toes. The shivering, pleasurable sensation was back, making him moan softly as Marcos stroked him calmly. Chen looked at Ariel in that position like a dog staring at a massive, juicy piece of meat.
"You have a beautiful..."
"Please, don't say that," he interrupted, completely flushed with embarrassment.
"I have to praise it. It's fabulous," he said, lowering himself until he was exactly where he wanted to be.
He started with just little kisses on both cheeks of the shorter boy's ass. Marcos was taking it so slow, moving so calmly that it felt like he actually wanted to torture him. His tongue slid languidly over the curly-haired boy's skin, grazing right past his entrance several times! But never actually touching it. It was maddening. Ariel was seriously considering begging to just be fucked already, because in the end, that was all he wanted. Why didn't he just shove his tongue in there and eat him out already?
But, as if hearing his thoughts, Marcos finally started eating him out with fervor. There he was, being rough and using his strength again. Usually, that wouldn't bring him so much pleasure, but this time it was different. Very different. Ariel rolled his eyes back in pure bliss as he felt Marcos's tongue. The best part was that Chen didn't just stick to that; he made sure to do a thorough job. The Asian man focused on sucking every sensitive spot, giving him as much pleasure as humanly possible.
"If you keep doing that, I'm going to cum..." he mumbled. His face was mashed into a throw pillow, but that didn't stop Marcos from hearing him.
After a few minutes, he stopped. Relief washed over the curly-haired boy; he knew if he kept getting eaten out at that pace, he would blow his load right away. He was panting and starting to sweat. Marcos really was incredible with his mouth. Even hearing the other man moving around behind him, Ariel didn't turn around, staying right in position, waiting for the taller man's next move or command. He trembled when he felt two fingers slide inside him, leaving a cold gel behind. Lube. Then he felt what he knew was Marcos's cock brushing against his hole, and soon he was being forced down on it. Slowly stretching him, sliding in gradually, filling him up.
Unlike what he was used to, it didn't hurt. Maybe it should have hurt a little—Marcos wasn't small, not even average... far from it, actually, so maybe it should have hurt. But it didn't. All the boy felt was pleasure. He was satisfied when he felt that it was all the way in, rolling his hips back to take it deeper. He really wanted to touch himself, but just as he reached down, he felt his hand get yanked back and pinned behind him. Chen's large hand wrapped around Ariel's neck, pulling him up until his back hit the taller man's chest.
"You're not going to cum until I'm done doing everything I want to do, understand? Don't you dare touch yourself, or I will punish you!" he ordered. The shorter man just hummed, but Marcos wanted to hear it. "Answer me, Ari. Do you understand?"
"Yes..." he whispered with difficulty; it was hard to speak, let alone think straight, while feeling the other man's cock throbbing inside him.
"Good boy."
The man smiled in satisfaction, releasing his holds on Ariel. His hands flew quickly to the curly-haired boy's waist, and soon his own hips began to snap forward rapidly, driving his cock in and out of the shorter man with force. The younger boy gripped the couch cushions intensely, trying his hardest not to scream from the sheer amount of pleasure it was giving him. His fingers curled as he was literally railed, his eyes rolling back every time waves of ecstasy crashed into him. It felt so terrifyingly good it was almost like a dream, especially because the one standing behind him, fucking him mercilessly, was Marcos. The exact man he had a little platonic crush on—a crush that maybe wasn't so little after all.
Suddenly, he was flipped over somewhat violently, ending up lying flat on his back on the couch. Finally, he could see the Asian man, and... well, he could definitely get used to this view. A sweaty, panting Marcos was the eighth wonder of the world, at least to Ariel. His body wasn't shredded or massive, but anyone who saw it would certainly crave it. His eyes looked so different from what Ariel was used to... it wasn't that playful, goofy look; it was magnetic, seductive, and dangerously tempting. It was so sensual it practically oozed sex appeal. It was so intense it was almost palpable. Chen lifted the curly-haired boy's legs, settling perfectly between them. A loud groan escaped both of them as Marcos pushed back into Ariel, and then it all started again.
"You're so fucking hot, Ari. Fucking delicious. Juicy."
The way he whispered that last word sent a shiver through Ariel's entire body. It was different, but so good. It was as if the sound of his voice echoed throughout the room, mixing with the moans and the wet slapping of their hips slamming together. Their position allowed the curly-haired boy to feel every inch of the other man's cock sliding in and out of him perfectly. His moans were loud; his neighbors were definitely going to complain later, but he didn't give a damn.
Marcos moved intensely, fucking him hard, going deeper and deeper, making Ariel writhe beneath him. They locked eyes. For a split second, the boy thought he saw the Asian man's eyes turn completely black, but since he couldn't think straight, it barely even registered. It had happened so fast it had to be a trick of his mind. He wasn't very flexible, but he managed to slide his legs from Chen's shoulders down just enough for the other man to lean in and kiss him.
"Let's move, Ari," he whispered, pulling back.
Even though his legs felt like jelly, the boy managed to stand up too. Marcos grabbed his hand, dragging him out onto the balcony of the apartment. They were on the thirteenth floor and it was already night, so they probably wouldn't be seen. The Asian man guided him until he was leaning over the railing, facing the street. In that moment, he realized what Marcos intended to do, and he had to admit he liked the idea.
"The moon is so beautiful tonight. I have to fuck you while it shines on us," he whispered in his ear, thrusting into Ariel immediately after, tearing a loud moan from his throat.
"The people..."
"You don't care if they see us. Let them look. You're beautiful, Ari!"
Marcos picked up his brutal pace again. It felt so incredibly good, not just because of the sex, but because of how he was doing it. The idea of being seen by people down on the street made his blood run hot. He really didn't care at all! Chen yanked his hair back and wrapped his hand around his throat once more. It seemed like every time he decided to do that, it meant he was about to use all his strength, and Ariel was absolutely loving the brutality. By that point, he didn't even know how long they had been fucking. He didn't know anything anymore; he just felt.
He wanted to cum so badly, but he knew Marcos wouldn't let him. Maybe he didn't have a choice. He couldn't hold it in anymore! The boy felt sharp twinges in his lower abdomen, and then he came so hard his legs trembled so violently that, if he hadn't been held up, he definitely would have collapsed. Ariel moaned so loudly he knew for a fact his neighbors would hear him, but he didn't care. Marcos seemed to have come too, slowing his thrusts and loosening his grip on the shorter boy's hair and throat.
Both were exhausted and panting heavily. Sweat dripped down their bodies. Marcos looked incredibly satisfied. He grabbed Ariel's hair one last time, not using much force, just so he could whisper in the other's ear...
"Wake up..."