pt. 2!! read pt. 1 from my tag 'empxz'!! ── .✦ “Marcus, what are you doing?” Vincent wondered, his cheeks flushed with red at the intimacy. “What am I doing?” Marcus replied with a grin. Vincent glared at him, unamused. Vincent opened his mouth to scold him until Marcus turned around, his back against Vincent’s chest and watching the movie as if he didn’t just turn Vincent on.  “Fucking hell…” Vincent growled. Marcus opened his mouth to ask before Vincent grabbed him by the nape and pulled him into a bruising kiss. His eyes widened for a moment until he melted into it. Marcus yelped slightly into the kiss once Vincent nipped at his bottom lip before lapping at it, sliding his tongue into Marcus’s mouth.   Marcus whined as Vincent hastily tasted the inside of his mouth, sucking at his tongue. Vincent’s hand moved up to his hair, pulling his head up. Marcus gasped for air as he was pulled off, the air immediately escaping him in a whine as Vincent sucked at his neck.  “This the attention you wanted?” He asked against Marcus. Marcus only answered with another whimper in pleasure. Vincent continued to mark his throat in kisses and bites. Marcus yelped at the angry, deep bites left on his neck.   Vincent pulled off to see the bruised remains of Marcus’s neck for a moment before removing his top, tossing it somewhere on the ground. He soon pulled Marcus into another rough kiss, Marcus running his hands along Vincent’s chest. Vincent pulled off, removing Marcus’s pants and boxers and set them aside with the growing pile of clothes.   Marcus flushed as Vincent pinned him down on the couch, roughly kissing him once again. Marcus grinned into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around his neck. Vincent ground down against Marcus, making him moan into the kiss. Marcus craved for more, bucking his hips up until Vincent broke the kiss leaving Marcus whining.  He wouldn’t be upset for long as Vincent pushed in a finger into Marcus, rewarded with a moan from the body below him. The two shared multiple kisses as Vincent thrusted the digit in and out of him. He relished Marcus’s noises as he slipped a second into him, absorbing every whine and moan through the hasty, messy kisses.  Marcus groaned as Vincent spread his fingers apart inside him, pressing his nails into Vincent’s back. Vincent ignored the slight pain, too focused on Marcus’s pleased expressions as he pushed a third digit inside him. Marcus gasped, whining as Vincent curled his fingers inside him. “Mmm, please, Vincent..” Marcus pleaded.  Vincent attacked Marcus’s neck again, trailing bites and hickeys from his throat to his shoulders down to his chest. Marcus felt a knot start to form in his stomach as Vincent thrusted his fingers faster inside him. He bit down on Vincent shoulder, groaning as he tipped closer to his first high— until he stopped.  “What— Vincent,” Marcus whined as Vincent pulled out, stretching the vowels in Vincent’s name. Vincent removed himself from Marcus’s grasp, sitting back pright. Vincent didn’t respond as he removed his own bottoms, discarding of his clothes with the pile on the ground before bringing his attention back to Marcus.  Vincent placed his hands on Marcus’s hips. Marcus looked up, opening his mouth to ask before Vincent pushed his entire length in him with one thrust. Marcus let out a choked moan, pain erupting from his abdomen. Vincent didn’t spare a moment to adjust as he pulled out and snapping his hips quickly against Marcus’s.  Marcus groaned with every thrust, his arms wrapping around Vincent’s back once again. Luckily, the pain quickly turned to pleasure and Marcus already had his head rolling back. “Fuck..” Vincent swore, his pace already quickening. He savored Marcus’s moans, his grip on Marcus’s hips likely hard enough to bruise.  Marcus dug his nails into Vincent’s back, scratching at it as Vincent roughly pounded into him. He mindlessly rambled in pleasure, from repeating pleads to Vincent’s name. Vincent suddenly removed a hand from his hip and gripped his throat tight enough to constrict a considerable amount of air yet loose enough not to make Marcus pass out.  Marcus gasped at the hand around his throat, his eyes rolling back into his head. The pleasure of Vincent’s thrusts and the pain of lack of air made him dizzy. He choked out a sob as Vincent directly hit that one good spot. “Fuck— more, pl— ease,” Marcus begged in between gasps, his head falling back.  Vincent did as he requested, thrusting into him harder. Marcus was left breathless, his mouth agape as he constantly fought for air with every thrust. Vincent groaned as Marcus clenched tighter around him. His jaw tightened at the pleasure, the pain of Marcus’s nails digging into him through the fabric of his shirt easily ignorable compared to the waves of pleasure that washed over him every time his hips melded with Marcus’s.  Marcus’s muscles tightened as the pleasure grew more and more intense. It almost became too much as he inched closer to his orgasm. Vincent gripped Marcus’s waist tighter as his own orgasm grew closer. “Shit— come with me,” Vincent moaned, his thrusts turning erratic. Marcus whined as he scratched deep lines into Vincent’s back, holding back his release.   Vincent bit down on Marcus’s shoulder as he groaned, releasing into Marcus. Marcus immediately let go, the only thing he could process was the feeling of something warm spilling into him. His vision blurred at the edges, keening as he came onto their stomachs.  Vincent let go of Marcus’s neck, collapsing on top of him for a few moments. Marcus panted as he regained his breath. Vincent fixed their positions once he came down from his own high, sitting upright and lifting Marcus into his lap. “Sorry, was I too rough?” Vincent wondered. He was returned confused once Marcus didn’t respond. “Marcus? He continued until he realized Marcus had passed out.   Vincent sighed, letting Marcus rest on the couch as he redressed himself. He went into the kitchen to grab a few sheets of paper towels, quickly coming back to Marcus and cleaning the both of them off. They could wash up the next morning, Vincent thought. He was too tired to bother with that at the moment. Once he was done, he threw away the tissues before turning the TV off and grabbed Marcus clothes, tossing them over his shoulder before lifting Marcus into his arms.  “Fuck, you’re heavy,” Vincent swore. He scoffed at his own playful comment, bringing them upstairs to their bedroom. He set Marcus on the bed as he threw his clothes into the hamper and grabbing some pajamas for him. He redressed Marcus before getting into bed with him, pulling the covers over them both. He pulled him into his arms, bringing his hand into Marcus’s hair before finally succumbing to his exhaustion and falling asleep. ── .✦ so soz for double upload of pt. 1 (,,>﹏<,,) ty for readings :3 might post again!! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) *ੈ✩‧₊˚