Markus reads a steamy scene from "Filthy Markus: Boyfriend In A Book"

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The door closed behind me, as the sunken yet inescapable depths of a lust unknown, clasping my neck with your right hand, our bodies pressing together as you hold me tighter with your left hand. A moan from each of us as we kiss once more and you feel struck by a blissful guilt, coming to a sour tingle as we slowly descend onto my bed and the politeness between us fades away with the stomach sinking demand of the night. I trace my left hand down the side of your abdomen, up your leg that is now raising up to wrap around me, into your thigh as we begin to help each other undress.

The teasing of my hand against your flower is irresistible, yet so close over the edge of such mild sensations. Our breathing becomes more without ascendancy, as our command over ourselves becomes almost numbed, the curtains shortly close as we get more naked, trying as we can to exchange love as our bodies are so new to each other. Defining our rapport, we learn to see humour in our natural wants, no awkwardness as we command each other into foreplay, with us both going into short moans, our bodies riding each other to introduce the beautiful imperfections.

Guiding me to what you want, I reposition myself as the flowerly sensations reach an impossible tease as my fingers glide up the sides of your labia, coming to a sharp tease each time as they massage your clitoris, each few seconds. We become more comfortable with each other, the silent naturalness of the sex complements the exact greediness coming over us. I seamlessly slide my middle finger in, a short moment of resolution before I hit your g-spot and that realisation you have that you can give in to the moment, with the soft sense in the room you are taken back to the joy of him, if not cancelled out into now.

I reposition myself to sit up and make easy work of your flower, your nipples hardening with more efficacy than any easy pleasure, cheap and late at night with your vibrator. We begin to really get wet as we get a few seconds respite, you relax more into my mattress, stroking my impossibly hard cock that with a mere touch keeps you aroused, the heaviness of the sex you appreciate deeply, as do I. I allow you to touch me anywhere you want, helping you intuitively as you spend mere minutes that are a mental blur, your body relieved already, painfully naive to the rest of time left.

Your hands go up and down my abdomen, my inaction a freedom within you, genuine flying on clouds only known to me many years ago, for you without the need to hide away, only I long to be back in nostalgia, you can look to the future. We sit together with intense butterflies, each guessing each other's emotions, there is a silence as we look into each other's eyes, a sudden agreement takes place, this needs to happen, not for want of release but the committal of our need to see the clouds again as they should have been. We work our way into the middle of the bed, the pillow's already double stacked for you, you relax completely as you receive all from me, a flirtation that becomes your legs spreading wide, only a few seconds before my cock is inside, a few adjustments in our position giving way to necessary sensations that allow me now to fuck you.

Holding me tight, your legs holding my hips down and crossed over my bottom, you groan as my cock goes deeper, we both breathe heavier and more laboured as the motion starts to move the base of the bed, a sound almost catastrophic from a movie. Beginning as a tide into something unexplainable, you feel my first thrust as the love is felt in your stomach, striking emotion where it is most discomposing. You enjoy my every breath into your ear, nothing metric matters now as it is without rule, I compliment your every move, a method of your desires to which I am serving.

Your hands traipsing along my back as I kiss your breasts, you pull on me as if to beg not to give it all, your nipple in my mouth and then the other one, achieving things never thought possible by yourself. Damning any politeness, our movement's more greedy now as the first hint of sweatiness comes through, instantly this room knows no disgrace, as does the gym, a spat of frantic trying in every bedroom for miles around. Deafening the reasoning, we get faster as the headboard starts to bang against the wall, your wetness making my fucking ever so nice, nothing on TV could compete as you get what you longed for, you are now the one the cameras are on, with half your brain dedicated to keeping this heavenly emotion alive.

We start to get a bit tired in our joints, a small break with me thrusting, slowly as we agree for you to get on top, us working out how to make it work with no shame, we feel each other's sweat as we caress the whole time. I help you get into position for most comfort, helping my cock into your soaking flower, you seem a little new to this with how long it's been, a little giggle as the first motions are imprecise, an agony of a moment until it gets good, the mood goes from humour to a wanting, a needing. Requiring it of each other, building that movement until it is carnal, the weight of yourself landing on the best feeling ever, I grab hold of your hips as you do my stomach, the sex slightly pornographic but that's lost on us.

You lean up to brush your hair back with both your hands, to your back as I bask in the searing femininity, our motion now perfect as your inner thighs feel the impending orgasm, even in your buttocks as you wished, you had that butt plug you tried briefly. Our moans now desperate past the point of no return, gliding into what can't be unheard, whatever is in this moment will be there forever to drain our mental discomfort away, our aches and pains in a way only we have created.