The drive to Mark’s house wasn’t too long, but it wasn’t short either. By the time the cars finally pulled up, Charles looked out the window in awe. Even from the outside, the house was stunning, a massive, modern mansion that looked incredibly beautiful under the city lights.

They stepped out of the vehicle, and Mark naturally reached down, holding Charles’s hand as they walked up to the front entrance. Mark pressed his fingerprint against the digital scanner, and the doors clicked open.

They stepped inside, and the interior was even more breathtaking. Charles looked around the luxurious living room, completely impressed by the elegant design.

"Wow," Charles said, turning his head. "You have a very nice place."

Mark offered a small, appreciative smile. "Thank you."

Then he walked further inside before turning back toward Charles. "Do you want anything to eat or drink?"

Charles chuckled softly, looking around the pristine kitchen area. "You don’t even live here full-time right now. What do you actually have in your house?"

"I have everything," Mark replied smoothly. "I already planned to come here this week, so the house is fully stocked. If you want anything at all, just tell me and I’ll get it for you."

Charles looked at him before speaking quietly. "Let’s grab a drink first?"

Mark nodded before leading him upstairs.

Once they got to the room, both of them sat on the sofa while Mark poured drinks into two glasses.

They sat together quietly, sipping from their drinks while talking occasionally.

Charles didn’t drink much since he had already been drinking earlier with Frank and Adrian at the house.

Mark, however, drank a little more, his attention staying on Charles almost the entire time.

They talked quietly for a little while, the air between them growing thick with unspoken tension. Finally, Charles set his glass down. "Do you have any clothes I can borrow? I want to change out of these."

Mark nodded once before standing up.

"Yeah," he said. "Give me a second."

He walked toward the closet to bring out some comfortable clothes for Charles to wear.

While Mark was searching, Charles stood by the edge of the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt.

But before he could finish, Mark suddenly walked back toward him from behind.

Charles felt warm lips brush softly against his neck.

His breath caught immediately.

Mark’s hands slowly covered Charles’s hands on the buttons, gently moving them away before taking over himself.

One by one, Mark calmly unbuttoned the rest of Charles’s shirt.

And while doing it, his fingers occasionally brushed against Charles’s chest on purpose, making Charles’s breathing slowly become uneven.

Once the shirt slid off Charles’s shoulders, Mark took him by the waist and gently turned him around so they were facing each other. Mark looked deep into his eyes. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Are you ready?" Mark asked, his voice low.

Charles looked back at him, suddenly feeling his throat go dry. He tried to play innocent, acting like he didn’t understand. "Ready for what?"

"I want to have sex with you," Mark said bluntly, his gaze intense. "Are you ready to have sex with me?"

Charles’s cheeks flared a deep red. He looked away, embarrassed but completely thrilled. "Who even asks that? You just do it if you want to do it. You don’t have to ask."

"No," Mark insisted, gently lifting Charles’s chin so their eyes met again. "I’m asking because I want to know if I am allowed to do it."

Charles couldn’t maintain the intense eye contact. He looked down shyly, his heartbeat quickening instantly.

Even though Mark clearly knew that Charles was completely head-over-heels for him and wanted this badly, he still chose to ask for permission first because of what he had in mind for him. He didn’t want it to feel forced. He wanted Charles to willingly choose it himself.

"Of course you’re allowed," Charles whispered, his voice trembling. "You don’t even have to ask."

Mark’s gaze darkened with desire. "Then I’ll continue."

Slowly, deliberately, Mark reached for the waistband of Charles’s trousers, sliding them down his legs until he was left in just his boxers. Without breaking eye contact, Mark placed his hands on Charles’s chest and pushed him back onto the plush bed.

After Charles landed on the bed, Mark slowly climbed on top of him.

For a few seconds, both of them simply stared at each other quietly.

Then finally, Mark leaned down and kissed him.

The kiss became intense almost immediately.

Both of them were good kissers, and the moment their tongues met, Mark slowly started losing himself in it. Charles kissed him deeply, his hands gripping Mark tightly while the kiss stretched longer and longer until both of them were breathing heavily.

Eventually, Mark pulled away reluctantly.

He leaned toward the drawer beside the bed and pulled it open before bringing out condoms and lubricant.

After placing them on the bed, Mark slowly sat back up. Then without hesitation, he pulled off his clothes, including his boxers.

Charles watched him carefully the entire time.

Afterward, Mark reached for Charles too, slowly pulling off his boxers until Charles was completely naked beneath him.

For a brief moment, Mark simply looked at him.

Then quietly, he spoke.

"This is my first time with a man," he murmured. "So I might not be as experienced as the people you’ve been with before... but I’ll try my best."

Hearing those words, Charles felt a surge of desire. He rolled Mark over onto his back, taking charge of the moment. He moved down the bed, carefully positioning himself between Mark’s thighs, pressing soft kisses against Mark’s stomach, and gently spreading Mark’s legs.

For a second, Mark thought Charles was trying to top him. Since Mark had never done this before, he hadn’t been entirely sure who would take which role, though he had naturally assumed he would top based on their dynamic. But Charles had a completely different plan to ease Mark’s nerves.

Charles leaned down, took Mark’s hardness into his mouth, and began to suck him. The way Charles used his lips and tongue was unlike anything Mark had ever experienced in his life.

The wet, friction-filled sounds echoed loudly in the quiet bedroom as Charles sucked him deep and hard.

Mark gasped, his head hitting the pillow as he gripped the bedsheets tightly. His hips involuntarily jerked upward, his chest heaving as the intense pleasure overwhelmed him. No one had ever pleasured him like this. Within minutes, the sensation became too much to handle.

Mark suddenly grabbed Charles’s shoulder tightly.

"Fuck..." he moaned out shakily.

Charles only continued.

The way his mouth moved on him slowly drove Mark insane.

"I’m close... I’m gonna cum," Mark choked out, his voice rough and broken.

Instinctively, he tried to pull Charles away from him so he wouldn’t climax in his mouth, but Charles grabbed his wrist and pinned it down against the bed before sucking him even deeper.

The sudden sensation made Mark’s hips jerk upward immediately.

"Fuck, Charles..." he gasped breathlessly. "I’m cumming—I can’t hold it—ahh, fuck..."

A second later, Mark reached his climax hard, groaning loudly as the pleasure completely overwhelmed him.

The intensity of it instantly left his mind blank. The orgasm hit him harder than he expected.

For a moment, he just stayed there trying to catch his breath.

Afterward, Charles crawled back up the bed and lay down on his back, letting out a soft breath.

Mark blinked a few times, still trying to clear his head as he looked over at Charles. "Why did you stop?" he asked breathlessly. "Aren’t you... Aren’t you going to go inside me?"

Charles smiled slightly before answering honestly. "I’m a bottom, Mark. I’ve never topped before."

"Oh," Mark murmured, a look of understanding washing over him.

Mark reached for the condom on the bed, but his fingers were a little unsteady from the aftershocks of his climax. Seeing him hesitate, Charles moved closer and took the packet, gently helping Mark roll the condom onto his cock.

Once it was securely on, Mark hovered over Charles, settling between his thighs.

He brought the tip of his length down to Charles’s entrance. Because Mark had never done this before, a sudden wave of nervousness washed over him, causing him to freeze for a moment.

Sensing his hesitation, Charles reached up and pulled Mark closer, calming his nerves.

"It’s okay," he whispered reassuringly.

Then Charles guided Mark’s hips down with his hands, helping position him properly against his entrance.

Mark’s breathing immediately changed again.

"Slowly," Charles whispered.

Mark nodded, applying a slow, steady pressure. Charles let out a shaky gasp, his fingers digging into Mark’s hips as he felt the thick fullness slowly stretching him open, sliding deep inside until Mark was completely buried inside him.

Mark instantly paused, worried.

But Charles only wrapped his arms around him tighter and softly pulled him deeper by the hips.

Both of them let out shaky breaths afterward.

For a few seconds, neither moved.

Then finally, Mark started moving slowly.

The feeling immediately pulled soft sounds from Charles’s lips.

His fingers slid into Mark’s hair while his legs wrapped loosely around Mark’s waist, completely surrendered to the feeling of being taken.

And somewhere between the slow thrusts and the overwhelming feeling of finally having Mark this close, Charles looked up into Mark’s dark eyes, his voice trembling with pure ecstasy.

"I love your cock... and I love the way it feels inside me."

Mark stared down at him quietly.

Something about hearing Charles say it so sincerely felt different.

No one had ever looked at him like that before or said something like that with such genuine desire in their voice.

For a moment, Mark just watched him carefully before asking in a lower tone,

"Slow or rough?"

Charles wrapped his arms tightly around Mark’s neck, pulling him closer until their lips were almost touching.

"Take me in a way that’ll make me want you more...