Mars and Priestly's Big Fat Gay Wedding

Mars didn't hesitate in kissing Priestly again, wrapping his arms around him and pressing him against the wall.

He slipped his tongue into Mars's mouth and entangled his fingers in his hair. He ground Mars's cigarette, which had fallen to the floor, under his shoe.

He pulled away only to nibble at Mars's neck, holding him close with all his strength.

"Won't you fuck me?" he moaned into his ear. "You'll let me fuck you, won't you?"

Mars shuddered, feeling shivers run down his spine. He swallowed down the usual feelings of guilt, which he found had become easier and easier every time.

"Just hurry," Mars insisted, glancing at the bed back inside their room.

He dragged Mars into the room and practically shoved him onto the bed, ripping off his sweater to reveal his fit, muscled torso. He pulled Mars's arms above his head and held them there, kissing him aggressively.

"How hard do you want it?" he asked. Even in the dimmed sunlight filtering through the curtains, his eyes were a bright hazel, and completely focused on Mars's.

Mars swallowed and licked his dry lips. He squirmed, though not excessively, getting comfortable beneath Priestly.

"Hard," he replied, affording a look straight in Priestly's bright eyes. "...very hard."

He smiled.

"You can be rough with me too, you know." He kissed him again. "Leave all the marks you want. I like you enough."

"You...oh."

Despite the fact that they were about to have sex, suddenly Mars felt his face flush a deep crimson. He tried to turn his face to hide it, but against his pale skin he knew it was obvious.

Embarrassed and hoping to avoid speaking about it, he moved to take his pants off.

"It's really fine," he teased him, kissing him cheek. "If you leave scars, they'll remind me of you. I'd like that." He grinned and pulled off his pants, tossing them to the floor.

"I take it you're in the mood for anal?" he asked, already kissing his way down Mars's chest.

"Y-yes," Mars said, tossed his pants aside as well. He briefly wondered if the door was locked but he didn't bother thinking too hard about it.

He nodded and kissed his way down to Mars's hips. His breath warmed Mars's thighs as he kissed and sucked him, unafraid to scrape his skin with his teeth.

Mars shuddered, though he was used to the sensation. He reached for Priestly's hair, his favorite thing to grab hold of. Though he tried his best not to, he felt a small, satisfied smile creep onto his face.

He took Mars into his mouth and began licking and sucking. He dug his fingers into his thighs.

Mars gasped, biting his lip. He watched Priestly, gripping his hair tightly.

"H-hurry," he insisted impatiently. He hated foreplay.

"Beg, and I might," he replied, shrugging. "I like to hear your voice." He returned to licking him, this time even slower.

"Nnn...noo," he groaned. He despised this game, and yet it excited him nonetheless. "I hate it when you do this, you know..."

"I don't believe that."

He climbed off of him to snatch the lube from his bag, pumping it onto his fingers.

"Go on--tell me what you want."

He grabbed Priestly, digging his nails in.

"I want you inside of me," he said, and he realized he sounded as desperate as he was.

He rubbed the lube onto himself, coating the outside of the condom. He rubbed more lube onto Mars, slowly slipping a finger in and out.

"You ready for it?" he asked gently.

"Hurry up," he ordered, furrowing his eyebrows. He hated foreplay, and he hated when Priestly teased him even more.

He slapped Mars lightly on the ass, chuckling. He reached around his torso and began to jerk him off, still fingering his ass.

"You're not ready yet, I don't think--I want to fuck you so hard you can't walk straight. I can't do that if you're not hard enough first."

He groaned, but didn't argue. After all, that was what he wanted as well. So he wasn't going to sabotage his chances at that.

"Just hurry up," he mumbled impatiently.

He lightly nipped him on the shoulder with his teeth.

"How bad do you want it?"

He gasped.

"V-very much," he replied, panting ever so slightly.