Surrender to Pleasure

Marcus's hands were still wrapped around his wrists, the grip firm but not ungentle, as he pulled Regulus closer to the bed. The room was dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning and the heavy beat of Regulus's own heart. He felt a thrill of anticipation as Marcus's eyes locked onto his, the gaze burning with a desire that Regulus knew all too well. As Marcus released his wrists, Regulus let his arms fall to his sides, his body swaying slightly as he stood there, frozen in anticipation. Marcus's hands moved to his waistband, the slow unzip of his pants a gentle tease that sent a shiver down Regulus's spine. The sound seemed to echo through the room, a promise of the pleasures to come. Regulus's eyes dropped to Marcus's lap, where his cock strained against the fabric of his underwear, a thick ridge that seemed to pulse with its own rhythm. He felt his mouth water at the sight, his body responding to the promise of pleasure that lay before him. Marcus's hands moved to Regulus's hips, pulling him closer as he stepped out of his own pants. Regulus felt a rush of excitement as Marcus's cock brushed against his stomach, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through his body. He knew what was coming, and he was ready. With a gentle push, Marcus guided Regulus onto the bed, his body sinking into the softness of the mattress. Regulus lay there, his eyes locked onto Marcus's, as the man moved over him, his cock aligning with Regulus's own. The touch was gentle, a soft caress that seemed to build in intensity as Marcus began to push inside. Regulus felt a rush of pleasure as Marcus filled him, the sensation of being taken a familiar one that he had grown to crave. He arched his back, his body seeming to open up to Marcus's thrusts, as the man began to fuck him with a slow, gentle rhythm. The sensation was almost too much to bear, a building of pleasure that seemed to crescendo with each passing moment. Regulus's eyes flashed with a feral light, his body responding to the invasion with a sense of abandon that he knew all too well. As Marcus's thrusts grew more urgent, Regulus felt his own body begin to respond, his cock leaking with a rhythmic pulse that seemed to match the beat of Marcus's own. He was lost in the sensation, his world narrowed to the pleasure that coursed through his veins. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a world of their own creation. Regulus's body seemed to melt into the mattress, his mind consumed by the pleasure that Marcus brought him. He was a slave to his desires, and in this moment, he was free. As the sensations built to a head, Regulus's eyes locked onto Marcus's, the gaze burning with a fierce intensity. He knew that he was on the edge, teetering on the brink of a release that would leave him breathless and wanting more. And then, it happened. Marcus's cock seemed to swell inside him, the sensation of being filled a trigger that sent Regulus tumbling over the edge. He felt a rush of pleasure, a sense of release that seemed to wash over him like a wave. As he came, Regulus's eyes flashed with a fierce light, his body seeming to shudder with the force of his release. He was lost in the sensation, his world narrowed to the pleasure that coursed through his veins. And in that moment, he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be.