I couldn't get the animals settled fast enough. I felt a little bad about not giving Mr. Jenkins my attention while he got used to the house, but he followed Princess into the kitchen, and I figured the other two seemed to get along with him well enough to show him the ropes. And that may have been more my dick's idea than my brain's, but my brain wasn't fussing too much. 

Marcus was leaning against the door frame of my bedroom, a wistful smile on his face. He reached for me and we fell together in a passionate embrace, unleashing all the desire that had been building throughout the day—no, for longer than that. I couldn't believe it had been less than a week since I'd last had him in my bed, because it felt like forever.

I shoved my hand down the back of his tight pants—so tight, I almost didn't manage it—but I wanted to know if—yes... I groaned as my fingers caressed the satin clad cleft of his ass. 

"These are my Killian manties," Marcus said, breaking from our kiss just long enough to get the words out.

"How so?" I pursued his lips again, desperate for the taste of him. 

"They're the color of your eyes," he whispered. 

I pulled my hand out of his pants and looped both hands under his thighs, hoisting him onto my hips so that I could carry him the rest of the way into the bedroom.

He locked his legs behind my back and his arms around my neck with a laugh. "My, what big muscles you have."

"All the better to fuck you with, my dear. But first, you're getting a mind-blowing blow job."

I dropped him on the bed and reached to start undoing his pants, but he batted me away with a pout. "I thought I was giving you a blow job."

I shook my head. "I'm giving you one first."

Marcus pulled his legs up and folded his arms across them. "No, I want to give you one first. I made claims on my cock-sucking abilities. I need to live up to them." 

We glared at each other in frustration before I realized how ridiculous we were being, smiles slowly stretching across my face. "Fine," I said with a shrug, undoing my belt. "We'll sixty-nine. Cock sucking contest. Whoever makes the other blow his load first is the winner."

Marcus seemed on board with this plan as he started removing his own clothing. "Winner is the Cock Sucking King?"

Naked, I reached for him, grabbing him in an unguarded moment as he was pulling his shirt over his head. "Fuck, you're ridiculous. I love—it." I was shaken by what had almost fallen from my mouth. I love you. We'd barely knew each other, as far as time went. But at the same time, I felt like I knew Marcus better than most of my long-term relationships, masks and all.

He kissed me and then turned to jump on the bed with a flop. I followed him. We lay on our sides, and my mouth salivated with desire. His cock was long, but thinner than mine, with a smooth curve. My tongue darted out to lick his length and he protested, "No fair! You have to wait for the count of three, if it's a contest. Ready? One—"

I swallowed his length, cutting off his count with a gasp, and a moment later his mouth was on me. Fuck! I hadn't done this since college. I'd forgotten how crazy intense it could be, the musky man taste on my tongue, the stretch of my mouth, the hot, wet heat on my cock. I couldn't keep my hips from twitching a little, fucking Marcus's mouth just the tiniest bit as I bobbed my head up and down on his length. What I lacked in tongue technique, I made up for in swallowing capability. 

Hell, it was like a positive feedback loop. Every time I swallowed Marcus to the base, swallowing around the tip of his cock in the back of my throat, he'd hollow out his cheeks, his tongue seemingly everywhere on my cock, with all the flexibility of a one-legged octopus. I wanted to come so bad, but Marcus had activated my competitive streak, and there was no way I was coming before he did. I sped up, working hard to bring him to completion before I did. I slid my hand back over his hips, over the globe of his ass, prompting a moan from him as his hips jerked forward.

He'd said nothing penetrative, and as much as I wanted to bury my finger deep in him, I was content to just circle my finger around his slick-wet hole. He was fucking responsive to my light touch, his hips suddenly jerking in these micromovements, as if he couldn't help himself. But—fuck—his tongue was going wild on me, swirling around the entire head of my cock as he pulled back, then pulsing against its length as he dove deep, his lips kissing against the bulge of my knot.

I couldn't... take it... much...

Thank fuck he lost it the moment before I did. I swallowed every last drop of his cum, my head buzzing with the after effects of the most intense orgasm I could remember. I collapsed to my back, and Marcus started to climb up to me, but not before giving my cock a little "good-boy" pat. I opened my arms and Marcus collapsed into my side, his head on my shoulder, his arm wrapped around my chest.

"I won," I said, a bone deep contentment rumbling through me.

"No fair," he grumbled sleepily. "You started before I did."

"All's fair in love and war," I responded, wondering immediately after if he would freak out at my use of the word love. 

He yawned, seeming to not care. "Cheater cheater... pumpkin... eater." 

If he wasn't sound asleep already, he was close to it. I did my best to tug the blankets higher up around us and swiftly followed his example.