Chapter 4: Climax
Mark begins his sensual striptease out of his 3-piece suit, as requested by way of Greg's declaration of his frequent fantasies of the two of them actually being free to explore a romantic side to their relationship.
Mark first removes his suit jacket very matter of fact, almost like Greg isn't present in the room. Then, standing there without the jacket, Mark plays up noticeing Greg with the lift of one eyebrow, as if to say, "Hey big boy...oh, it's game on, like Donkey Kong!"
His fingers fumble with the button on his vest, before finally popping it open. He smooths out the edges, his eyes never leaving Greg. As he moves to unbutton his shirt, he takes a moment to look at Greg hungrily. His tongue darts out, dragging wetly across his lips, signaling his readiness for what's to come.
Greg groans loudly, seeing Mark undress for the first time. Mark's body was perfection. His toned chest and abs caused Greg's breathing to quicken, anticipating the next steps.
Mark's fingers continued to work the buttons of his shirt, revealing inch by inch of taut flesh.
Greg could make out the outline of his pecs and defined abdominals.
When Mark finally whipped his shirt off, Greg's mouth fell open as he took in the sculpted beauty laid bare before him.
Mark prowled over to Greg, stopping right between his open legs, and tugged off his own trousers, revealing a pair of black silk boxers that perfectly framed his impressive bulge.
Greg's breath hitched, his eyes locked on the hard outline of Mark's cock as it strained against the silky fabric.
Mark smirked, his confidence soaring. "Do you like what you see?" he growled, reaching down to grasp Greg's head, bringing their foreheads to touch.
Greg's response was immediate, "Fuck yes, I love what I see." gasping, "but I want more than just a glimpse."
Mark trailed a finger over the erect nipple of his exposed chest as he removed his boxers.
His eyes locked with Greg's as he kicked them off, revealing a large, impressive cock that stood fully erect and proud.
"Well, what do we have here," Greg murmured, his hand throbbing with need as he reached for Mark's shaft.
Their lips met again, and Mark groaned as Greg's large hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly.
He arched his back, grinding his hips against Greg's hand as he deepened the kiss.
His eyes locked with Greg's as he kicked them off, revealing a large, impressive cock that stood fully erect and proud. "Well, what do we have here," Greg murmured, his hand throbbing with need as he reached for Mark's shaft.Their lips met again, and Mark groaned as Greg's large hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly.
Greg used his thumb to tease the sensitive tip of Mark's cock, spreading the pre-cum that had gathered there.
Mark's breath hitched as Greg's fingertips gently traced the outline of his balls, before gently cupping them in his hand.
"Oh god, Greg," Mark moaned, breaking the kiss for a moment. "Yes, right there."
Greg gladly obliged, continuing his slow, deliberate strokes as he leaned in to tease Mark's nipples with his tongue.
Mark's back arched even further, his head falling back as Greg trailed his hand over Mark's stomach, feeling the rippled muscles tense beneath his touch.
"That's right, baby, give it to me," Greg murmured, his voice husky with desire. He traced the line of Mark's hipbone before sinking to his knees, his gaze locked on Mark's hard, pulsing cock. He leaned in to take the tip into his mouth, licking and sucking softly before wrapping his lips around it fully.
He began to suck in earnest, hollowing his cheeks and using his tongue to tease the sensitive veins running along Mark's shaft.
Mark's hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Greg expertly worked him with his mouth. "Fuck, Greg...you feel so good," he groaned, his hips rocking as Greg sucked him harder.
Greg's own cock was rock-hard, precum dripping steadily from the tip as he stroked himself in time with his mouth's assault on Mark.
Mark's breath hitched as Greg began to massage his balls, gently tugging and rolling them between his fingers.
"Greg, I'm gonna come," Mark warned, his voice tight with pleasure.
Greg only sucked harder, drawing Mark's orgasm from him in one long, powerful spurt.
Mark cried out, his hips bucking as he spilled himself into Greg's waiting mouth.
Greg swallowed greedily, licking and sucking every last drop of cum from Mark's shaft.
Mark collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweating. He stared at Greg with surprise in his eyes, finally accepting the fact that he had just crossed a line he never thought he would.
Greg gave him a wicked grin as he climbed onto the bed, crawling towards Mark lustfully.
"Well, I guess we know you do enjoy rimming," Greg teased, dragging the back of his fingers over Mark's ass.
Mark blushed at the reference to their earlier conversation, but he couldn't deny that the idea of it excited him. He bit his lower lip and nodded slightly, giving Greg his unspoken permission.
Greg grinned wickedly before spreading Mark's asscheeks apart and diving in, his tongue working expertly at Mark's hole. Mark's hips bucked up at the sensation, his hands fisting the sheets on the bed. "Fuck, Greg," he groaned as Greg rimmed him relentlessly.
"But for now, I think I want to explore you in other ways."
Mark groaned, still reeling from his intense orgasm. You're going to be the death of me," he said breathlessly.
Greg smirked, leaning in to nip at Mark's earlobe. "Good thing we're in New York City for your company's IPO, then. We wouldn't want you to die before that happens."
Mark chuckled, turning his head to capture Greg's lips in a bruising kiss.