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The sun had just begun to set, casting an amber glow through the blinds of Marcus’s bedroom. He lay naked on the bed, his chest rising and falling gently with each breath. His partner, Jason, entered the room carrying a bottle of oil and a blindfold. “Ready for your massage, baby?” he purred, his voice dripping with sensuality.

Marcus smiled and nodded, his anticipation building. As Jason approached the bed, he could smell the light, sweet scent of the oil. Jason leaned over and tied the blindfold snugly around Marcus’s eyes. “Trust me,” he whispered, “this is going to be incredible.”

Jason poured a generous amount of oil into his hands and began to rub them together, warming the slick liquid. He then placed his hands on Marcus’s chest, slowly stroking the firm muscles beneath the silky skin. Marcus let out a low groan of pleasure, already lost in the tantalizing sensations.

Jason worked his way down Marcus’s torso, his hands gliding effortlessly over the taut flesh. As he reached Marcus’s hips, he traced his fingers along the sensitive bones, making Marcus squirm with delight. Jason could feel Marcus’s cock twitching with excitement, but he was determined to take things slow and build the anticipation to a fever pitch.

Next, Jason moved to Marcus’s legs, massaging the powerful thighs and calves. He bent each leg in turn, bringing his face close to Marcus’s straining erection, but never quite touching it. Marcus’s breath quickened as he realized what was happening, his body aching for release.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of teasing, Jason moved back up to Marcus’s thighs. This time, as he came closer to Marcus’s throbbing member, he let a hand brush against it, sending sparks of pleasure through Marcus’s body. He repeated this motion a few times, each brush of his hand growing bolder until he was grazing Marcus’s sensitive cockhead with his fingertips.

Marcus gasped, his hips bucking upward in search of more contact. Jason obliged, wrapping his hand around Marcus’s shaft and giving it a few slow, teasing strokes. The combination of the slick oil and the sight of Marcus’s face contorted in pleasure was almost too much for Jason to handle. He knew he couldn’t wait much longer.

Reluctantly, Jason released Marcus’s cock and repositioned himself at the foot of the bed. He poured more oil onto Marcus’s waiting body, letting it drip down his chest and stomach. Then, with a wicked grin, he lowered his head and began to lap at the trails of oil, his tongue leaving a glistening path on Marcus’s skin.

As Jason worked his way up Marcus’s body, he made sure to use his hands to massage every inch of the gloriously slick flesh beneath him. When he reached Marcus’s neck, he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, leaving a series of love bites in his wake.

Jason could feel Marcus’s heart pounding beneath his ear, the steady thrum of desire filling the room. He knew it was time to take things to the next level. Slowly, tantalizingly, he began to make his way back down Marcus’s body, his tongue tracing the valleys of taut muscle and slick skin.

When he reached Marcus’s dripping cock, Jason paused for a moment, his hot breath washing over the sensitive flesh. Then, with a low growl of anticipation, he wrapped his lips around the tip and sucked.

The sensation was electrifying, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through Marcus’s body. He arched his back, his hands fisting in the sheets as Jason began to bob his head up and down, taking more and more of Marcus’s impressive length into his mouth.

Jason’s hands moved to Marcus’s thighs, kneading the firm flesh as he continued his ministrations on Marcus’s cock. He could feel Marcus’s muscles tensing, knew he was getting close to the edge.

Decision made, Jason doubled his efforts, sucking harder and faster, determined to make Marcus come undone. His own cock was throbbing painfully in his pants, but he ignored it, focused solely on Marcus’s pleasure.

And then, with a strangled groan, Marcus was coming, his body convulsing as wave after wave of intense ecstasy washed over him. Jason worked him through his orgasm, not letting up his suction until Marcus collapsed back onto the bed, spent and utterly satisfied.

Jason sat up, his own arousal clearly outlined in his pants. Marcus, still blindfolded, reached out and grabbed for Jason’s hand, pulling him up to lie beside him on the bed. “Your turn,” he murmured, his voice husky with post-coital bliss.

Jason grinned and stripped off his clothes, revealing his own impressive erection. He straddled Marcus’s hips, shuddering as his cock made contact with Marcus’s still-sensitive flesh. Then, slowly, deliberately, he sank down onto Marcus’s waiting cock, taking him deep inside his body.

They moved together, Marcus thrusting up into Jason’s tight heat, Jason grinding down onto him. The room filled with the sounds of their moans and the slap of flesh against flesh. The sensations were incredible, the friction of their bodies sliding together, slick with oil and sweat.

Marcus could feel another orgasm building, his balls tightening as he neared his peak. He reached up, grabbing Jason’s hips and grinding up into him with renewed vigor. Jason cried out, his own climax fast approaching.

With a final, powerful thrust, Marcus came again, his cock pulsing inside Jason’s tight channel. The sensation was too much for Jason, and he tumbled over the edge, his own release spurting out between their sweat-slick bodies.

They collapsed together, panting and shaking with the force of their orgasms. Marcus reached up and removed his blindfold, blinking in the low light. The sight of Jason, eyes glazed with pleasure, hair mussed and collarbones glistening with sweat, made Marcus’s heart swell with love and desire.

They lay together, basking in the afterglow, their bodies still twined together. The room was silent save for the sounds of their breathing gradually returning to normal. Marcus pulled Jason closer, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” Marcus asked, his tone playful.

Jason laughed, a low, satisfied sound. “Honestly? I’m not sure if I’m still alive. I think you may have killed me with pleasure.”

Marcus chuckled and kissed Jason again, deeper this time, pouring all the love and adoration he felt into the gesture.

As the night wore on, they made love again, slower this time, drawing out their pleasure. When they finally succumbed to exhaustion, they fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, sated and happy.

The next morning, as light streamed through the window, Marcus woke to find Jason gone. He frowned, wondering where his lover had disappeared to, until he heard the shower running in the bathroom. A slow grin spread across his face.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, Marcus ventured into the bathroom, stopping short at what greeted him. The room was steamy, but through the mist, Marcus could see the outline of Jason’s body, his skin glistening under the spray.

And then Jason turned, and Marcus’s heart almost stopped. There, in the dim light of the bathroom, Jason stood, his skin covered in trails of oil, a sultry expression on his face.

Marcus’s cock hardened instantly, pressing against the confines of his towel. He stepped forward, already reaching for Jason, eager to continue their play. He knew it was going to be a very good day indeed.