Marc let go of the rail and stood, moaning and pressing against him so tightly, he stayed in rhythm with Royce’s hips. He tilted his head back.
“You smell so fucking good,” Royce groaned into his neck. He sucked on Marc’s earlobe and grinned when he felt that full-body shudder against the entire front of his own form. “Like that?” he whispered, biting down on the lobe.
“Fuck, yes. I like everything you do. I like everything about you.”
“I can see I’m going to have to work harder. That was too many proper sentences.” He bit down on the long muscle where his neck met his shoulder, relishing the vibration of the groans coming from Marc.
Pre-come spilled from his cock, making Marc’s ass slick. He rubbed harder, loving the slippery crevice that cradled him so goddamn perfectly. He bit Marc’s shoulder blade, making the man cry out and shove his ass back harder.
“I’ll do you another time. Fuck me, Royce. Out here. Like this.”
“That’s the plan,” he growled against his skin. “Put your hands back on the rail and bend over.”
“Shit.”
Marc did as he told him. Royce ran his hands up his back, threaded his fingers through his hair, and pulled his head back as he bent over him. He tightened his fingers, and the sound that left Marc was long and so fucking hot, he couldn’t breathe for a moment. He pressed his forehead to his back, then rubbed his beard softly back and forth down his spine. The closer he got to the man’s ass, the stiffer he went. Royce buried his grin in the top of Marc’s ass. He let go of his hair and grabbed his hips. “Stay very, very still.”
“You’re gonna kill me.”
“I see you can still talk.” He reached for the oil and drizzled some right between Marc’s shoulder blades, smiling when Marc sucked in a breath. “It’ll warm fast under my hands.” It was still a little chilly outside, and he could see goose bumps on Marc’s skin. That wouldn’t do. He ran his hands through the puddle of oil, then firmly began spreading it. He explored sleek back muscles, broad shoulders, and his long, sinuous spine. More oil was poured into the small of his back, then rubbed over his ass cheeks and in between. He spread it down onto the backs of his thighs. “Spread your legs.”
Marc did, and Royce slicked oil on his inner thighs. He made sure Marc was nice and slippery and shiny, then he grinned in anticipation.
“No noise. No matter what I do, stay quiet.”
Marc didn’t answer. Good.
He bent over and rubbed his dick on the oily skin, unable to stop the moan that tangled in his throat. He rubbed his beard between Marc’s shoulders where he’d first put the oil, knowing the rougher hair on slick skin would cause extra sensations. Marc gasped but didn’t make a noise otherwise. He did, however, start to shake. Just a little.
Royce planned to make him shake a lot.
He slowly stroked his beard down his back, then rubbed it in circles at the top of his ass. The body beneath him had gone taut, and it stiffened even more when he slowly—oh, so slowly—ran his beard down the crack of Marc’s ass. He knew the oily skin had to be crazy sensitive. He pressed a firm kiss to Marc’s hole before moving away. He held still, waiting to see what Marc would do.
The man was shaking, his hands white-knuckled on the rail. But he didn’t speak, didn’t move. He merely waited.
“You are so fucking perfect, Marc.”
Royce dropped to his knees and swept his beard back and forth over the vulnerable skin of Marc’s inner thighs. He put more oil on his hand and reached up to oil Marc’s sac, spreading his fingers behind it, then around it, before he oiled his cock.
The noise that came from Marc never left his lips. An inner whine, trapped in his throat, as his body started to shake more. He spread his legs farther and when Royce gripped him with a firmer, oily hand, then stroked, Marc’s head went back. One gasp escaped, and he clamped a hand over his mouth.
“Did I say you could take your hands off the rail?”
Marc put it back, but another whine escaped, and he shook his head and let out a breath, obviously trying to rein himself in.
“You’re beautiful like this. Your body glistening and warm from the oil. Your skin red from my beard.” He rubbed it back over Marc’s ass, his tongue coming out for a taste. He plunged it into Marc’s hole.
“Fuck!” Marc yelled.
He pulled back. “Uh, uh, uh. Quiet.”
“Asshole,” Marc muttered.
“What was that?” Royce asked as he made sure to rub his beard harder over the cheeks of Marc’s ass. He moved into a squat, then slowly stood, admiring the red streaks he’d left on all that pretty flesh. He didn’t take his eyes off it as he reached for the lube. The oil was nice, but he wanted the lasting stuff for this part. He made sure to touch every part of Marc’s back with his beard as he prepped him. At one point, he had to hold his breath and get it together because the feel of Marc silently losing it under him made him crazy.