Chapter 72

He couldn’t remember the last time a lover had responded to simple pet names as much as Mark did, but he could certainly work with that like he could work with Mark’s body.

He knee-walked over and straddled Mark’s thighs, then gave his cock a few jerks. He grabbed the lube and poured some on his hand, then slicked Mark and grasped his erection in a firm grip and moved his hand up and down at a steady pace meant to get him hard as rock and desperate, but not close to coming yet.

After a while of listening to the slick sounds of his hand and Mark’s gasps and moans, Francis stopped and let go of Mark.

“Okay, so here’s the thing, Mark. You want to be my person, right?”

Mark nodded, his gaze sharpening as he concentrated.

“Then should we skip these?” Francis asked, holding up the condom.

Mark swallowed hard before nodding. “Yes.”

“I mean, we can use them if we want to for easy cleanup, but—”

“N-no, not now. Please.”