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Jack makes slow work of teasing his hole, loving every new moan or groan he could pull from the babysitter. He preoccupied Mark's mind with the sensation of his tongue lapping at his cock, up and down like a good little pet. He wondered if Mark would ever consider collaring him. "Ffffuck Jack..."

 

That was his cue to take his head into his mouth, licking up all the pre that had dribbled out. He blushed at the throaty moan Mark released, and took the opporotunity to slide his finger into him. His lover made a slight noise of discomfort, but as soon as Jack began to wiggle his finger it was replaced by heavy breathing. He crooks his finger slightly, feeling around for Mark's prostate as his big blue eyes lock with his brown ones. "God...you're really good at that..."

 

Jack pops off with a fond smirk. "Am I?" He chuckles, ramming his finger in deeper and effectively pressing the right buttons. Mark gripped onto his arm in ecstasy, and yes, he was going to hell because his voice and face are sinful. His hair is still clinging slightly to his forehead, and his lips are parted slightly as soft noises slip out. Jack can't see his eyes now, but he would bet they're probably crossed. "Fuck yer hot."

 

Mark releases a husky chuckle, and Jack may or may not cum hands free. He fucks him harder with his finger, slipping another one in with no warning and his lover just gasps like he can't catch his breath. Jack watches with glazed eyes as he looks for purchase, something to keep him from squirming, but he can't find anything sturdy enough, so he decides to use Jack again. "Harder." His wrecked voice says, and how can Jack deny him?


 

Mark is barely hanging on, and its taking all of his will not to cum on Jack's fingers. In his mind he's wondering where the hell Jack learned how to finger like that and why it took him so long to realize Jack liked him that way. He'd almost gotten lost in his own thoughts until he heard a familiar voice.

 

"Jack? We're home! Who's bike is that parked outside?" Comes Mrs. McLoughlin's voice, and he begins to panic as he starts to turn. A strong hand grabs him and he looks down into Jack's eyes, curious."

 

He doesn't speak, he only lifts his finger to his soft, pink lips. "Ssssh."

 

Mark nods, shutting his mouth as he holds on tight to Jack's sheets, glaring in ecstasy as Jack climbs over him, towering as his soft hand comes down onto his mouth. He raises an eyebrow, and Mark nods. A silent agreement to the fun little game they're about to play. With a smirk, Jack starts slowly moving his fingers in and out again, eyes locked with Mark's as he speaks.

 

"Jack?"

 

"Yes ma??"

 

"Who's bicycle is th-why is your door locked?" She says, jingling the handle, but Jack is too busy pressing his fingers against Mark's prostate to care.

 

"M'changin', ma! Gimme jus' a minute. It's a friend of mine's bike, he's lettin' me use it!"

 

Mark's eyes are shut again, and he's using all his self control not to scream. The fact that his boss, Jack's mom, is right outside the door should have him softening in a heartbeat, but it's hard to do that while Jack's flushed skin and heavy stare are against him. He's on the edge, panting quietly into Jack's palm as the conversation continues.

 

"Well come downstairs when you're done! I'm sure your brother would like to see you!"

 


 

Jack's lightly clothed cock rubs up against Mark's exposed one and it sends lightning shocks through his body as a familiar heat builds up. His molten chocolate orbs are focused entirely on Jack as he feels his orgasm coming on. Jack only grins, running his fingers against his prostate one more time and now, Mark is coating their stomachs white, and screaming into Jack's hand.

 

His eyes are rolled slightly back, his mouth is probably wide up, and his body is lifting off the bed as his hips move at their own accord. It's the sexiest thing Jack has ever seen, and he wants to see more. But for now, his mom is calling, so he pulls his fingers out of Mark, running a hand up his cum covered cock just to see him shiver from oversensitivity.

 

He smiles at Mark and leans down to kiss him, whispering against his lips.

 

"Thanks for hanging out with me."

 

"You're very welcome. Anytime." He replies breathily, and Jack chuckles as he stands up to go downstairs.