This was everything Cesar had ever dreamed of.
A gasp as he raised his hips, and a shaky moan as he sunk back down. Each time he lowered himself onto Mark’s cock, he wondered if God was truly choosing to grace him with such paradise. Heaven.
An act of the very same God to which Mark was praying to make this stop.
“Please, no more, I’m not ready,” the brunette sobbed.
“Don’t you love me, Mark?” asked Cesar, as he ran his hands up and down Mark’s bare chest, the boy’s hoodie and shirt bunched up at his collar. “Try and stop me, and I’ll make sure everyone knows about us.”
“It’s wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I know, my sweet little Christian boy, you just can’t accept the fact that you’d sleep with a man. You hate yourself so much, Mark. It’s sad.”
“No, no, I don’t… it’s just… Marriage. We’re supposed to wait. It’s just the right way to do things.”
Cesar scoffed. The boy was only seventeen, but he sounded like some decrepit old hag. Spouting archaic values that had no place in Cesar’s world.
How annoying.
Oh, but how Cesar loved the rest of him. Mark would come to his senses and abandon all of his inhibitions someday, and then there would be nothing left to come between them.
“I can’t wait that long, Mark,” he said, leaning down to nuzzle his cheek into Mark’s chest, his hips rolling in wide motions, making both boys gasp and moan together. “See? Isn’t that good? I need it now.”
He caressed Mark’s face, stroking his cheek with a gentle brush of his fingers. Cute, soft, warm… everything he ever wanted. He brushed some hair away from Mark’s face while he kept on riding him, giving Mark more and more until he couldn’t possibly find it in him to refuse.
Mark had no idea that the hands on his waist were driving him fucking insane. They were there only because he’d tried to push Cesar off, but they stayed there even when he lost the will to defy the older boy’s wishes, like he didn’t know what to do with them now.
All Cesar could think about was the thought of those hands grabbing him, squeezing him hard, lifting him up and slamming him back down on that cock full-force. And it made him that much more frustrated that Mark was only laying there, begging for Cesar to stop. The hands that were at his chest trailed down Mark’s arms until their fingers touched, and Cesar squeezed Mark’s hands against his bare waist.
“Come on, Mark. Please. I want you to fuck me.”
Tears streamed down Mark’s face. What for? Cesar was sure he wasn’t in any pain. He’d never do such a thing to him.
“I can’t. I just can’t. It’s not right.”
“Do it. Or everyone will know.”
Mark blinked the tears away and took a deep breath. He could only pray that God would understand.