I stared after Marcus. It was surprising enough that Marcus wasn't wearing pants. I would have thought I would have noticed that... but my own legs were completely clad in sweatpants, so I could probably take a by on that. But that little flash of shiny blue underneath my shirt—it was hot enough to see a morning rumpled Marcus wrapped up in my shirt—that flash was completely unexpected. Perhaps it shouldn't have been. Marcus was exactly the kind of guy to treat himself with a little decadence, even if he hid it. And there was no way that little scrap of fabric I'd seen could be mistaken for briefs. The fabric had just been too... touchable.

The bathroom door closed and jolted me out of my shock, and I suddenly realized how damn hard I was. Pound a nail hard. I slid a hand down into my pants and fisted my length, unable to help myself. Marcus would probably be in the bathroom for a minute or so, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to glide my hand over that smooth fabric, over the swell of his ass. And if my hands slid over his hip bone, to the swell of his cock... would it fit in the panties, or would the head of his cock peak out?

I didn't even realize I was thrusting into my fist or that Marcus had returned until my ass was in the air and his voice said, "Missed me?"

My eyes flew open and latched onto his. He was smiling, a cocky little smile as if he knew exactly what I was doing. I glanced down at the bed. The covers were still up to my elbows, and everything was hidden safe under them. He couldn't see anything, but if he'd been standing there for any time at all...

"Do I need to leave you alone, or would you like some company?" His tone, his lips, were all swagger, but his eyes... there was something vulnerable in them, and I felt caught in the moment of decision. Was he afraid I'd ask him for more? Did he want that?

I lowered my hips and slid my hands out of my pants so I could roll onto my side. I went out on a limb with the truth. "I was thinking about you."

His grin softened, and my eyes darted downward. He was angled so that my giant shirt hid his hips, with him leaning forward, but he noticed my look and straightened, drawing my eyes straight down to catch a glimpse of a blue clad bulge. My hands twitched with the desire to touch him, but I didn't want to scare him away. He reminded me of Princess right before he tamed him. I wasn't a cat whisperer, so he was going to have to make the first move.

Marcus slowly slipped his hand under the bottom edge of my shirt and lifted it up to set his hand on his hip, revealing more blue fabric... and the very clear outline of his erection. "What exactly were you thinking about?"

"What your underwear would feel like under my hands." Marcus's reaction to me stating the plain truth before was making me feel bold, and I pushed the covers down to reveal the erection tenting my pants, my eyes watching Marcus closely. His eyes widened and he licked his lips. Damn. That couldn't be a conscious reaction. Within a moment, he'd pulled his shirt up over his head, and dropped it on the floor, leaving me with a good view of... everything. And yes, those were definitely nipple piercings. As enticing as the panties were, all of Marcus captivated me. He was everything I wasn't. Where I was bulky, he was slender. Where I was darker, he was lighter. Physically, the only thing we had in common was height and hard ons.

"Come here," I said, my voice gravelly. "I want a better look." And smell. And taste.

Marcus hesitated, his eyes darting to the foot of the bed. "Is it okay with the kids still in the room?"

I'd completely forgotten about the two fur balls at the foot of the bed. I swung my legs out and picked Princess up once I was standing. "Come on, Sally, time for food!" She was out of the bed in a flash and Princess stretched lazily in my arms. Marcus watched us with an anticipatory grin and I couldn't help but stop to rub my hand over the fabric on his ass. It was just as smooth as I'd anticipated, and Marcus leaned into my touch. Encouraged, I grabbed a bit more of a handful, and he wiggled his hips teasingly, prompting me to laugh.

"I'll be right back," I promised.

"I'm not going anywhere," he called down the hall. 

I got both animals their food as fast as I could, setting Princess and his bowl on top of the utility counter again, away from Sally's greedy little nose. I still had to find a better place for his bowl. Then I hurried back. Marcus was laying on his side, posing like a fucking underwear model. 

"I'm ready for my close-up," he declared, tossing his head. I closed the door behind me, taking a moment to make sure it latched, and then I was prowling toward him, my hesitation gone. My lips chased Marcus's down to the bed and I crawled between his legs without breaking the kiss. I buried my hands in that blond hair like I'd been dreaming of for months, and he moaned beneath me, his hips kilting up, demanding attention. I wanted to take longer with the kiss, but there were other parts of him I was just as equally excited to explore, so I pulled back. His hips fell comfortably over my thighs, giving me the perfect view of his—

"Manties," Marcus said. "Before you get it wrong, they're manties."

"That's just terrible!" I protested. "That's the most unsexy word for these I've ever heard of."

Marcus crossed his arms. "Don't dis the manties, or no touching them."

Fuck. I really wanted to touch. "Okay, I'll stop dissing them." I started sliding my hands from his knees up his thighs, but he uncrossed his arms and held my hands back.

"You'll stop dissing... what?"

Was he really going to make me say it? The look in his eyes said yes. "Fine. I'll stop dissing the manties."

Marcus released my hands and slid his behind his head, widening his thighs. "Then you may touch."

I couldn't believe how many times this man made me laugh in the middle of such a sexually charged moment, but he did. And yet it didn't break the spell. I slid my hands forward eagerly, glorying in the slick, decadent slide of my skin over his sharp hipbones. And then I placed one hand over his cock, squeezing my fingers tightly around it, the heat sending electric shocks straight to my groin. Marcus gasped, his chin lifting up, his neck exposed. I wanted to trace the line of his body from his ear to his toes. But for now, I rubbed my thumb over the soft head of his cock, feeling a wet spot where precum was leaking through the fabric. The fabric was so sexy, I wondered how Marcus could stand wearing them for any length of time. Did he just walk around with a raging boner all day?

I wanted to feel the fabric on my own skin.

It was as if Marcus could hear my thoughts, because the next thing I knew, his hands were shoving at my sweatpants, pushing them down, away, and freeing my erection. It slapped my stomach with an obscene smack, and then Marcus's hand was on me, sparks firing all up and down my spine.

"Fuck..."

His hand was jerking me slowly, but I wanted more... I wanted... satin.

I pushed forward, the head of my cock just brushing his, gliding so smoothly over his satin clad length. A moan escaped me, and Marcus pulled me closer, pressing my cock fully against his. I started rutting against him, his soft whimpers encouraging me, his sandalwood scent so powerful and pervasive after a night spent burrowing in my bed. I bent to take one of his dusky nipples into my mouth, twirling around that teasing piece of metal, and it was as if I unleashed an animal. As my tongue danced around his pert bud, tugging on the metal, lavishing in the surprisingly sweet taste of his skin, he bucked underneath me, increasing the friction. I had to stop teasing him with my mouth as our hips thrust faster and faster... and I hoped he was close because there was no way I was going to—

The ball of painful pleasure that had been building in my core burst, my cock sending what seemed like streams of cum up onto Marcus's stomach and all over his beautiful panties. I hoped I hadn't ruined them, but at the same time, what a way to be ruined. Energy spent, I collapsed, doing my best to throw the bulk of my weight to the side so that I didn't crush him, and making sure I didn’t put too much pressure against my knot. Without the heat of his channel encompassing it, it should deflate fairly soon, but it was sensitive at the moment. 

I turned my face into his shoulder and placed a kiss there. "Sorry."

"For?" His voice was just as lazy as mine.

"Coming so quickly."

"Honey, if you were too quick, I was too quick, but instead I'll just take that as a compliment."

I smiled against him. I hadn't been so satisfied by so little since I'd been in high school, but this satisfaction was bone-deep, and I never wanted it to end.