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Bing panted softly, feeling himself getting closer to the edge, yet not knowing what was happening. He continued his actions, whispering soft little encourages and praises, wanting Markus to feel like he was his, and to feel loved.
“I-I’m, oh~ I-I’m close,” he panted after a few moments. “D-do you w-want me t-to stay I-in?”
Even like this and not knowing much about what they were doing, Bing knew that he had to ask Markus what to do, not wanting to make him uncomfortable after all this. He just wanted the young man to feel good and feel happier with him, than when he was alone.
Markus nodded as best as he could, with most of his weight just resting on the tabletop. Pleasure was filling him, shooting through him with each thrust, and the cold air and stone somehow managed to make this even better, even if his hips hurt from the edge of the table, and he’d be sore.
He loved how he was feeling, and he loved hearing Bing pant like that, and he loved the encouragement and praise. He was happy, and comfortable, and feeling so incredible he couldn’t explain it.