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“Yea. Jus’ waitin’ fer Marvin ta be done. I jus’ wanna look at wha’s bothering yer fae.”, Anti replied. He hated waiting, especially for something that seemed genuinely interesting. And as hard as it would be to lift a bad curse, he hoped it was bad, because he would enjoy having something like it to prod at.

Markus whimpered and whined softly hearing his name, and he would’ve blushed more if he were able to. He didn’t dislike hearing it, though it was very weird to him still.

He couldn’t help the sobs of pleasure though, pressing himself against Dark, wrapping his arms around his neck and holding on tightly, squeezing and clenching around him tightly as he panted and moaned.

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“Yea. Jus’ waitin’ fer Marvin ta be done. I jus’ wanna look at wha’s bothering yer fae.”, Anti replied. He hated waiting, especially for something that seemed genuinely interesting. And as hard as it would be to lift a bad curse, he hoped it was bad, because he would enjoy having something like it to prod at.

Markus cried out in pleasure as Dark began thrusting, gasping with every thrust, pleasure coursing through him, making him squeeze and clench around Dark. He could barely kiss him back, broken syllables of “yes” and “fuck” and “oh” and “ah” leaving him speechless.

He was almost sobbing from the pleasure, laying near limp beneath Dark, though he was holding onto the man’s shirt with an iron grip still, absolutely desperate.

Dark didn’t slow down, determined to do his absolute best for Markus. His hands slid gently under the others back, contrasting so differently from his thrusts as they splayed out, holding him close to Dark. He was murmuring “I love you.” over and over again, in Latin and English and in any other language he could think of.

He loved Markus to the point that he’d die for him without question, if things came down to it.

Markus quickly felt nothing but the pleasure as Dark fucked him, holding himself close to him, breathlessly gasping and moaning. He felt so good, and all he needed was for Dark to fill him up now, bring his pleasure to a peak with it.

He loved Dark, and he trusted him with his life, with his real name even. There was no one else he would ever trust this much in his long life.

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“Yea. Jus’ waitin’ fer Marvin ta be done. I jus’ wanna look at wha’s bothering yer fae.”, Anti replied. He hated waiting, especially for something that seemed genuinely interesting. And as hard as it would be to lift a bad curse, he hoped it was bad, because he would enjoy having something like it to prod at.

Markus cried out in pleasure as Dark began thrusting, gasping with every thrust, pleasure coursing through him, making him squeeze and clench around Dark. He could barely kiss him back, broken syllables of “yes” and “fuck” and “oh” and “ah” leaving him speechless.

He was almost sobbing from the pleasure, laying near limp beneath Dark, though he was holding onto the man’s shirt with an iron grip still, absolutely desperate.

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“Yea. Jus’ waitin’ fer Marvin ta be done. I jus’ wanna look at wha’s bothering yer fae.”, Anti replied. He hated waiting, especially for something that seemed genuinely interesting. And as hard as it would be to lift a bad curse, he hoped it was bad, because he would enjoy having something like it to prod at.

Markus was incredibly glad once he was finally free of his clothes, moaning against Dark and into kisses, clinging to him as he tried to get his breath back. He wanted to hurt, he wanted to scream for Dark, let him hear how good he made him feel.

He needily kissed him back, moaning into the kiss as Dark finally slid into him with such ease, feeling his need only increase. He wanted hard, and harsh, and painfully good.

Dark bottomed out with a sigh of happiness. “How do you want me, dear?” He breathed against Markus’s lips. “You want me to pound your sweet little slit until you screech my name? Is that it?” He said lowly, tongue tracing the seam of his fairy’s lips.

His lips found Markus’s nipples, tugging and sucking away at them with a growl. He bit at them, trailing his bites down his chest and over his stomach before diving back up for a kiss.

Markus nodded quickly, crying out in pleasure as Dark latched onto his nipple, clenching around him, gasping for breath. God he felt so good, every bit and kiss sending pleasure through him. He was breathless when Dark came back for a kiss, hands clenching around Dark’s shirt.

“Please, please fuck me, make me scream, please please!”, he begged, desperate and needy, wanting to experience something hard and harsh unlike usually.

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“Yea. Jus’ waitin’ fer Marvin ta be done. I jus’ wanna look at wha’s bothering yer fae.”, Anti replied. He hated waiting, especially for something that seemed genuinely interesting. And as hard as it would be to lift a bad curse, he hoped it was bad, because he would enjoy having something like it to prod at.

Markus was incredibly glad once he was finally free of his clothes, moaning against Dark and into kisses, clinging to him as he tried to get his breath back. He wanted to hurt, he wanted to scream for Dark, let him hear how good he made him feel.

He needily kissed him back, moaning into the kiss as Dark finally slid into him with such ease, feeling his need only increase. He wanted hard, and harsh, and painfully good.

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“Yea. Jus’ waitin’ fer Marvin ta be done. I jus’ wanna look at wha’s bothering yer fae.”, Anti replied. He hated waiting, especially for something that seemed genuinely interesting. And as hard as it would be to lift a bad curse, he hoped it was bad, because he would enjoy having something like it to prod at.

Markus’ breath got caught in his throat hearing Dark say his real name, and he swallowed him down completely, sucking and moaning around the cock down his throat, fingers digging into Dark’s thighs. He wanted him to come, to fill him, let him get a taste of his amazing seed.

He needed to get out of his clothes as soon as he could, he was desperate and in need to have Dark’s dick fill him up so nicely.

Within moments Dark was coming with a near screech of Markus’s real name, his cock spasming down the others warm throat. He was panting, chest heaving as his fingers gripped almost painfully tight onto Markus’s hair.

He gently lifted Markus’s head from his cock, pulling him up and into a bruising, desperate, thankful kiss. “Mmh…. My turn…?” He asked softly once they’d broken apart, his hands roaming the fairy’s skin.

Markus happily swallowed down everything, trying to milk Dark of his cum, gasping once he was pulled up and into a kiss, panting harshly against the other’s lips.

“Fuck me, please. Please, pull my hair and bruise me, mark me as yours, fuck me.”, he gave as answer, gasping and gripping onto Dark’s shirt. He didn’t give a damn about how they’d get his own clothes off, he just needed Dark, to fill him up completely, right now.

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“Yea. Jus’ waitin’ fer Marvin ta be done. I jus’ wanna look at wha’s bothering yer fae.”, Anti replied. He hated waiting, especially for something that seemed genuinely interesting. And as hard as it would be to lift a bad curse, he hoped it was bad, because he would enjoy having something like it to prod at.

Markus’ breath got caught in his throat hearing Dark say his real name, and he swallowed him down completely, sucking and moaning around the cock down his throat, fingers digging into Dark’s thighs. He wanted him to come, to fill him, let him get a taste of his amazing seed.

He needed to get out of his clothes as soon as he could, he was desperate and in need to have Dark’s dick fill him up so nicely.

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“Yea. Jus’ waitin’ fer Marvin ta be done. I jus’ wanna look at wha’s bothering yer fae.”, Anti replied. He hated waiting, especially for something that seemed genuinely interesting. And as hard as it would be to lift a bad curse, he hoped it was bad, because he would enjoy having something like it to prod at.

Markus moaned when Dark tugged on his hair, eyes fluttering. He loved how he pulled at his hair, it was so nice. He liked feeling Dark move, sucking hard, swallowing around him even as saliva ran down his chin.

He pulled off, panting, lips red and swollen. “Diarumid. I’m yours. Your mine.”, he murmured, voice soft, not wanting anything else to hear his name. He licked along Dark’s shaft again, feeling achingly empty. “Use my mouth, tug my hair.”, he got back to sucking, moaning around Dark’s cock, loving feeling him.

Dark felt a little stupid for not understanding what Markus had meant earlier when he’d said his name, he’d merely thought Markus was saying “Damien” in his native dialect. But he didn’t have time to dwell on it, moaning when Markus did around him.

He shuddered, mewling quietly as Markus lapped and sucked away at him, his thighs beginning to tremble again as his release approached. He gave a sharp tug to his hair in warning, letting him know he was growing closer.

Markus moaned around Dark at the sharp tug, all the more eager to get Dark to come. He tasted so good, and he loved hearing his moans. He wanted to swallow all of his cum, eagerly bobbing his head and sucking noisily, breathing hard.

He loved feeling Dark hold his hair, and he was dripping with his own arousal. Face flushed yellow, wings fluttering softly. He was hot, and he felt the desperate need to get fucked rise even more. Even though he wasn’t done in the slightest with Dark.

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“Yea. Jus’ waitin’ fer Marvin ta be done. I jus’ wanna look at wha’s bothering yer fae.”, Anti replied. He hated waiting, especially for something that seemed genuinely interesting. And as hard as it would be to lift a bad curse, he hoped it was bad, because he would enjoy having something like it to prod at.

Markus moaned when Dark tugged on his hair, eyes fluttering. He loved how he pulled at his hair, it was so nice. He liked feeling Dark move, sucking hard, swallowing around him even as saliva ran down his chin.

He pulled off, panting, lips red and swollen. “Diarumid. I’m yours. Your mine.”, he murmured, voice soft, not wanting anything else to hear his name. He licked along Dark’s shaft again, feeling achingly empty. “Use my mouth, tug my hair.”, he got back to sucking, moaning around Dark’s cock, loving feeling him.

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“Yea. Jus’ waitin’ fer Marvin ta be done. I jus’ wanna look at wha’s bothering yer fae.”, Anti replied. He hated waiting, especially for something that seemed genuinely interesting. And as hard as it would be to lift a bad curse, he hoped it was bad, because he would enjoy having something like it to prod at.

Markus giggled softly, being so nice as to finally envelope Dark’s member in his mouth, lips stretched nicely around it as he began bobbing his head for but a few inches, sucking harshly and moaning softly. There was nothing better than having Dark inside of him, no matter if it was his mouth or slit. He loved how warm he was, how he and his seed tasted.

He was clearly aiming to tease Dark, as he moved only slowly, taking him in all the way and swallowing him down, comfortable having his mouth so full. He definitely wanted Dark to fuck his face some time, though right now he just wanted to torture him with pleasure.

Dark’s half lidded eyes turned to look down at Markus, his jaw slack as he moaned. The little fairy looked sinful in the most adorable, innocent, and delicious way. He was gorgeous, cheeks flushed with his pink lips wrapped around Dark’s cock. “F-fuck…” he breathed, running his hands through and tugging at his own hair.

Dark whimpered with every inch, mewling when Markus hit his base. He was so warm and wet around him, his mouth was pure heaven. “m-Markus….” He gasped, trying to keep his hips still.

Markus hummed around Dark, glancing up at him as best as he could. He gently poked his hips, feeling how tense he was beneath him, able to tell he wanted to move his hips. He really wouldn’t mind if Dark did, bobbing his head again, slowly up and down, though not going all the way to his base again. If he wanted to thrust, he needed room after all.

Markus had his hands on Dark’s thighs, gently gripping them, pushing against the bruises he had left behind before. He reached up with one hand, motioning for Dark, and gently tugged at his own hair. He’d be happy if Dark held onto his hair, if he’d like to.