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Marcus pov.I stood outside Elias’s locked door, fist still hovering where I’d pounded it once—hard enough to rattle the frame, but not hard enough to break anything. My knuckles stung. My chest heaved like I’d run ten miles instead of just stalking down this endless hallway. “Elias,” I said again, quieter this time. My voice cracked on his name. “Open the door. We need to talk.”Silence.I pressed my forehead to the wood. The scent of Gloria’s perfume still clung to me—faint jasmine from the closet, mixed with the salty musk of what we’d just done. What I’d just done. My cock twitched traitorously at the memory, still half-hard in my slacks, slick from his mouth. His mouth. Elias’s mouth. My stepson’s mouth wrapped around me, sucking like he’d been born for it, eyes wide and dark behind fake lashes, cheeks hollowed, throat working around every inch I fed him.I groaned low, hating myself for the sound. Hating how my body refused to register the horror my brain was screaming.This a

Marcus POV“Oh fuck fuck!!” A deep groan escaped my lips as I rested my forehead against the wet tile, water dripping down my body as my hand frantically stroked my cock. “Fuck, just like that Elias.”The shower had been running so long the bathroom was thick with steam, mirrors fogged to white, but it didn’t matter. I could still see him perfectly in my head—every filthy detail burned into me like a brand.Elias on his knees in Gloria’s closet. Those dark curls from the wig spilling over his shoulders, fake lashes framing wide, hungry eyes. Red lipstick smeared around the head of my cock as he took me deeper than Gloria ever had, throat relaxing like he’d practiced for years. The way his cheeks hollowed when he sucked, the soft, needy hum vibrating up my shaft every time I hit the back of his throat. He hadn’t gagged once. Not once. Just swallowed around me like he needed my cum more than air.I groaned again, louder this time, the sound bouncing off the tiles. My hand sped up—tight,

I stood at the counter, making coffee with nothing but a big shirt and lacy panties on. Marcus still hadn’t come out yet. I knew he was scared, pretending he didn’t want this, but I was done waiting. In two days I’d be back at school, and with him and Mom already circling divorce, this was my last real shot. I wasn’t leaving without making him admit what we both felt.The coffee was almost done when I heard his footsteps. I smiled to myself and bent forward slowly, reaching for a spoon I didn’t need. The shirt rode up exactly how I planned, the hem sliding over my ass until the black lace was completely on display. I heard it—the sharp hitch in his breath, the way his steps faltered. His eyes were locked on me. I could feel the heat of his stare like hands already on my skin.I bent a little lower, arching my back just enough to push my ass out, then straightened and turned around with a shy little smile, like I hadn’t just flashed him on purpose.“Morning,” I said softly, letting my

Elias POVMarcus lifted his head and captured my gaze. “I’ve never done this before…” he admitted, pulling away from me a little, I almost winced at the loss. “I’m aware.”“I mean, I’ve been with men before… but, you know…” He lifted his stare, eyes searching mine. “It’s been a long time. And never like this. Never with someone I… care about this much.”My breath caught. The admission hung between us.“I’m glad it’s me,” I whispered.He smiled—small, almost shy for such a big man. “Anything else? Any no’s I need to know now?”“No bodily functions,” I said quietly. “Otherwise… I think I’m good.”“Noted,” he said, eyes widening slightly.“Thank you,” I whispered.“For what?”“For seeing me. Accepting me… being kind.”Marcus stared down at me, frowning softly. “Anyone who isn’t kind to you doesn’t deserve you.” His hand came up, caressing the side of my face with surprising tenderness. “I know this is happening out of nowhere and it was unexpected… but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to

Marcus POV My hand moved over to his cock, fingers curling around the thick shaft. I started stroking,slow, loose pulls at first, just enough to feel him swell and harden under my touch. Elias sighed softly, then low moans slipped from his lips, still asleep, still lost in whatever dream had him shifting restlessly. Fuck, he was beautiful. So fucking beautiful. Moonlight cut through the half-open curtains, painting silver stripes across his bare chest, highlighting the faint sheen of sweat on his skin, the way his abs tensed with each lazy stroke. My other hand trailed up his torso, palm flat against the warm muscle, thumb rubbing slow circles around one nipple. The small bud peaked instantly, tightening under the touch. I pinched lightly,enough to make him arch, a breathy sound catching in his throat. I sped up on his cock,firmer now, twisting slightly at the head, thumb swiping over the slit to collect the steady leak of pre-cum. It coated my fingers, making each glide smoother, we