Chapter 3: Rising Action
Still on a high for their business success and newfound mutual attraction, Greg and Mark share a passionate kiss on the subway ride back to their hotel.
Their lips locked greedily as their tongues danced sensuously, their bodies pressed closely together.
As the train slowed to a stop, they quickly broke apart, hearts pounding, breaths heavy. They exchanged a smoldering glance, knowing full well that they had crossed a line, but unable to resist the intense pull between them.
Greg, with a mischievous smile, suggested that they go back to his penthouse suite to celebrate the big day. Mark reluctantly agreed, his mind racing with thoughts of what was to come.
They made their way to the hotel and rode the elevator in silence, each lost in their own desires.
Mark knew he shouldn't be doing this, but the desire burning inside of him was too strong to resist.
Greg was already sporting a raging boner, knowing now that Mark had crossed a line emotionally. Greg was certain Mark would now gladly present himself to him, finally revealing his handsome nakedness to Greg.
As they entered the penthouse suite, Greg poured them each a drink, his hands slightly shaking with excitement. They clinked glasses, toasting to their successful day before setting their glasses down and moving towards each other.
Greg pulled Mark in for another deep kiss, their bodies pressing together as their hands explored each other. Mark's hands traveled down to Greg's ass, gripping tightly as they ground their hips together.
Greg groaned loudly, feeling Mark's growing erection against his own.
Mark, letting religious shame creep in, put on the brakes! He explained they shouldn't be doing this because God does not condone homosexuality.
Greg pivoted nicely, pointing out the natural feelings of connection and desire they were both feeling. "God wants his children to be happy! You sure looked happy when my mouth was on your nipple and my hand was on your plump penis. Oh wait, that didn't happen yet." Greg followed up with the following comment, under his breath. "Well, it did in my Daydreams."
Anyway. the point is: Mark...aren't you happy?!"
"oh hell...idk! Yes, but I also feel sinful!", Mark answered. Greg offered to lay down ground rules and that seemed to snap Mark right out of his religious regretting and back into the horny happenings.
Mark, sounding very lawyer-like, yet still with a playful air in his voice, states, "Ok...Rule #1: No oral...that includes no blowjobs and no French kissing."Reignighting the broken kiss, Mark began to undress Greg, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside. His fingers fumbled with the buckle of Greg's belt, before finally freeing it and sliding the zipper down.
Greg's cock sprang free, already rock hard and leaking pre-cum. Mark wrapped his hand around it, stroking slowly as they continued to kiss.
Greg let out a guttural moan, feeling Mark's trembling yet purposeful fingers on his cock.
Mark had never felt this turned on before, not even in his own marriage. He was ravenously hungry for Greg's touch, his kiss, his body.
In amazement, Greg declairs, "Wow, now that's what I'm fuckin talking about! SHIT...beware world Mark has found his inner Delicious Deviant!! Ha ha...encore, bravo!!"
With a blushing look on his face and a homer the size of Florida in his suitpants, Mark is speechless. He catches his breath, laughs hysterically, and screams out "I feel fucking alive!"
"So very happy to hear that, my handsome 3-piece," was Greg's response. Waiting for that phrase, 3-piece, to set in, confirmed by the adorable smile on Mark's face and his quiet, devilish laugh...Greg continued.
"Since the first day I met you, you've always been wearing a suit and each and every one of those suits has been a sexy, classy, adorable 3-piece. I can't even tell you how many times I have pictured you standing in front of me, Slowly disrobing from your attorney-costume to reveal your beautiful masculine body, by choice given to me visually on display, followed up by an open invitation to paroose the merchandise."
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Greg broke the kiss, trailing his lips down Mark's neck and to his chest. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. Mark's head fell back, a loud moan escaping his lips as Greg threaded his fingers through Mark's neatly styled hair.
"Fuck, Greg. That feels so good," Mark said breathily, pulling Greg's head closer.
Greg obliged, taking more of Mark's nipple in his mouth and slightly pinching it between his teeth.
Mark's breathing became more erratic as he steadily lost himself in the moment. He couldn't remember the last time he experienced such intensity with another person. He swore to himself that if this feeling didn't fade, he would have to let it all out.
Fueled by his own needs, Greg's hands roamed over Mark's sculpted torso before finding their way to his belt again.
(Add at least one more ground rule about No penetration)
Greg interjects, "...you might want to add "rimming to that list". Puzzled, Mark questions, "what's rimming?" Greg get a big smile on his face and says, "never mind...continue!"