They'd been starting to push themself up, to get out of bed, when Volke grabbed them around the waist, pulled them back down.
"Ten," he said, pressing his nose into their shoulder. "Ten minutes, before you have to be up."
"Uh? Wh– ohh–"
Mark trailed off as he kissed across their collarbone, not even stopping for the shoulder of their tank top, and up their neck. He had his fingertips hooked into their underwear, pulled them down in a quick motion.
"Let me steal 'em," he said, breath hot on their neck, lips brushing under their ear in a way that had them squirming under him, "before you get going."
He shoved his pajama pants down. His mouth was sharp, nipping, hands firm on them. Their breath hitched as he fit his cock against them, shoved inside.
"Nn– fuck, you're fucking horny this morning," Mark gasped.
"Had a dream," he said, between kisses, "woke up before getting to come."
They were left to wonder if they had too, or if he'd been just that wet with precum as to ease his entry.
"Mm, Volke," Mark sighed. "Then, come on, y'know where it goes."
His hips pressed flush against them, and he drew back a bit, braced up on his hands, looking down at them. His hair was mussed from sleep, stubble grown out over the night, a drowsy grin on his lips, and shirtless, the lines of his shoulders, chest standing out starkly in the early morning light.
They knew they clenched around him at the sight and those red eyes looking them over.
"Mm… I'm on it…" he said, giving a shallow rock of his hips.
Oh, but he did feel good inside. Thick, that curve of him perfect in how it rubbed them as he moved.
"Volke…" they breathed. "Down to eight… fuck me hard, fast, huh?"
He chuckled, backed out until they were afraid he might slip out, then grinned broader, and he slammed back in.
It had a high moan in their throat.
He had them by the hips, holding them in place, and that motion became a quick, hard rhythm that they were certain had him pounding the entrance to their womb with how deep each thrust seemed to reach.
"Come on, babygirl, touch yourself," he grunted.
They spit against their fingertips, had them fit between their lips, rubbing over their clit.
They couldn't help the little whine. He was moving them too hard, too fast for them to do anything actually effective.
He seemed to catch that pensive look as they tried to chase that pleasure, raised a brow, stilled a moment and leaned over, slipping a hand under their pillow.
"Like I don't know this's under there," he said, pulling the bright pink vibrator out. "Keep yourself spread."
Their breath caught and they glanced away.
Volke chuckled. "Eyes on me, eh? I'll make you come if you stay on me…"
It shifted the mood. He was so good at that. They gave him an indulgent smile as he clicked on the vibrator.
"Sure, daddy," they said, fingers fit between their lips and spreading themself open.
His eyes had gone dark at it, brows knit.
"Sweetheart," he hissed. "God… ten minutes, not two."
He pressed the tip to them, and it was immediate how that pleasure shot through them, that buzz seeming to grasp hold of their insides and wrench in time with his gripping back against their hip and resuming those hard, fast thrusts.
"Volke!!" they cried. "Please– guh– gonna get me s-s– oh– g-god!"
They knew they'd squirted by how he suddenly moved in them so much easier, so smooth. He didn't lift the vibrator away though. He kept the thing pressed to their suddenly almost agonizingly tender clit.
They couldn't help the loud cry, indistinct, desperate.
"Volke– please, please," they whined, not knowing at all what they wanted, but needing to beg for something.
"There, babygirl," he cooed. "Say it, come on, say it."
"Please– please, daddy!" they whimpered between hard breaths as though his thrusts were knocking the air from their lungs.
"Ngk–"
Volke's eyes nearly crossed as those hard thrusts stuttered, as his breath hissed. Mark's back arched of the bed, toes curling in the sheets, pressing hard against the velvety silicon and clenching around his throbbing cock.
God, but they loved when he made them come together.
He clicked the vibrator off, tossing it aside.
His breath came raggedly.
"Fuck," he exhaled, low, eyes shut, seeming to just feel.
Mark reached for him, brushed their knuckles against his cheek.
"That better?" they asked.
They ached inside. He seldom fucked them so hard. They'd feel it, surely, through the day. It definitely wasn't something they were unhappy about – a sore cunt, the faint cramping of his having rutted hard into their cervix, the slickness they'd feel through the day of his thick cum slowly draining out of them – all of it on the surface uncomfortable, but, much like when he or Karel left them with an aching bite, a welcome reminder of intimacy.
He settled down against them, pressed his lips to their cheek, their jaw, everywhere but their lips, a low laugh in his throat as they tried to twist, to bait him into a proper kiss.
"And a couple of minutes to fuck with me, huh?"
"Few seconds to tease you, couple of minutes to kiss you," he said, drawing back, and then actually pressing his lips to theirs.
Oh, but his mouth was always such a wicked thing, lips soft, warm, and guiding theirs apart so he could draw their tongue against his own.
He moaned into it. He always sounded so needy when he got like this. It was addictive.
They palmed down from his shoulders to his bare arms, that muscle tight and satisfying to touch under their hands.
He drew back, tilted his hips back to let himself slip out, making a little scowl as he did it.
"Mm. Should let you get up," he huffed. "It's been nine…"
Mark looked down at the slick mess left between them, and surely on the sheets too.
"You… ha… fuck you, making a whole mess, you–"
They couldn't help smile, though, no bite to it.
He kissed their cheek, rolled off of them to his back.
"I'll handle it, go on, get yourself cleaned up."
He looked so absurdly fine laying in the morning sun, shadows cutting across his body, a coy grin on his lips.
Mark laid a hand on his chest, feeling the hair under their palm, and kissed him once more.
1107 words | volkemark | dirty talk, toy use, morning quickie, rough
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They'd been starting to push themself up, to get out of bed, when Volke grabbed them around the waist, pulled them back down.
"Ten," he said, pressing his nose into their shoulder. "Ten minutes, before you have to be up."
"Uh? Wh– ohh–"
Mark trailed off as he kissed across their collarbone, not even stopping for the shoulder of their tank top, and up their neck. He had his fingertips hooked into their underwear, pulled them down in a quick motion.
"Let me steal 'em," he said, breath hot on their neck, lips brushing under their ear in a way that had them squirming under him, "before you get going."
He shoved his pajama pants down. His mouth was sharp, nipping, hands firm on them. Their breath hitched as he fit his cock against them, shoved inside.
"Nn– fuck, you're fucking horny this morning," Mark gasped.
"Had a dream," he said, between kisses, "woke up before getting to come."
They were left to wonder if they had too, or if he'd been just that wet with precum as to ease his entry.
"Mm, Volke," Mark sighed. "Then, come on, y'know where it goes."
His hips pressed flush against them, and he drew back a bit, braced up on his hands, looking down at them. His hair was mussed from sleep, stubble grown out over the night, a drowsy grin on his lips, and shirtless, the lines of his shoulders, chest standing out starkly in the early morning light.
They knew they clenched around him at the sight and those red eyes looking them over.
"Mm… I'm on it…" he said, giving a shallow rock of his hips.
Oh, but he did feel good inside. Thick, that curve of him perfect in how it rubbed them as he moved.
"Volke…" they breathed. "Down to eight… fuck me hard, fast, huh?"
He chuckled, backed out until they were afraid he might slip out, then grinned broader, and he slammed back in.
It had a high moan in their throat.
He had them by the hips, holding them in place, and that motion became a quick, hard rhythm that they were certain had him pounding the entrance to their womb with how deep each thrust seemed to reach.
"Come on, babygirl, touch yourself," he grunted.
They spit against their fingertips, had them fit between their lips, rubbing over their clit.
They couldn't help the little whine. He was moving them too hard, too fast for them to do anything actually effective.
He seemed to catch that pensive look as they tried to chase that pleasure, raised a brow, stilled a moment and leaned over, slipping a hand under their pillow.
"Like I don't know this's under there," he said, pulling the bright pink vibrator out. "Keep yourself spread."
Their breath caught and they glanced away.
Volke chuckled. "Eyes on me, eh? I'll make you come if you stay on me…"
It shifted the mood. He was so good at that. They gave him an indulgent smile as he clicked on the vibrator.
"Sure, daddy," they said, fingers fit between their lips and spreading themself open.
His eyes had gone dark at it, brows knit.
"Sweetheart," he hissed. "God… ten minutes, not two."
He pressed the tip to them, and it was immediate how that pleasure shot through them, that buzz seeming to grasp hold of their insides and wrench in time with his gripping back against their hip and resuming those hard, fast thrusts.
"Volke!!" they cried. "Please– guh– gonna get me s-s– oh– g-god!"
They knew they'd squirted by how he suddenly moved in them so much easier, so smooth. He didn't lift the vibrator away though. He kept the thing pressed to their suddenly almost agonizingly tender clit.
They couldn't help the loud cry, indistinct, desperate.
"Volke– please, please," they whined, not knowing at all what they wanted, but needing to beg for something.
"There, babygirl," he cooed. "Say it, come on, say it."
"Please– please, daddy!" they whimpered between hard breaths as though his thrusts were knocking the air from their lungs.
"Ngk–"
Volke's eyes nearly crossed as those hard thrusts stuttered, as his breath hissed. Mark's back arched of the bed, toes curling in the sheets, pressing hard against the velvety silicon and clenching around his throbbing cock.
God, but they loved when he made them come together.
He clicked the vibrator off, tossing it aside.
His breath came raggedly.
"Fuck," he exhaled, low, eyes shut, seeming to just feel.
Mark reached for him, brushed their knuckles against his cheek.
"That better?" they asked.
They ached inside. He seldom fucked them so hard. They'd feel it, surely, through the day. It definitely wasn't something they were unhappy about – a sore cunt, the faint cramping of his having rutted hard into their cervix, the slickness they'd feel through the day of his thick cum slowly draining out of them – all of it on the surface uncomfortable, but, much like when he or Karel left them with an aching bite, a welcome reminder of intimacy.
He settled down against them, pressed his lips to their cheek, their jaw, everywhere but their lips, a low laugh in his throat as they tried to twist, to bait him into a proper kiss.
"And a couple of minutes to fuck with me, huh?"
"Few seconds to tease you, couple of minutes to kiss you," he said, drawing back, and then actually pressing his lips to theirs.
Oh, but his mouth was always such a wicked thing, lips soft, warm, and guiding theirs apart so he could draw their tongue against his own.
He moaned into it. He always sounded so needy when he got like this. It was addictive.
They palmed down from his shoulders to his bare arms, that muscle tight and satisfying to touch under their hands.
He drew back, tilted his hips back to let himself slip out, making a little scowl as he did it.
"Mm. Should let you get up," he huffed. "It's been nine…"
Mark looked down at the slick mess left between them, and surely on the sheets too.
"You… ha… fuck you, making a whole mess, you–"
They couldn't help smile, though, no bite to it.
He kissed their cheek, rolled off of them to his back.
"I'll handle it, go on, get yourself cleaned up."
He looked so absurdly fine laying in the morning sun, shadows cutting across his body, a coy grin on his lips.
Mark laid a hand on his chest, feeling the hair under their palm, and kissed him once more.
"Good morning to you too," they said, grinning.
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