"If that's what you like," Marco replies with a steady look in his eyes that might be a little challenging or it might be just very straight forward. "If you want me as your cocksleeve, that's exactly what I shall be."

Let lets Al undress him, helping along with clothes that stick to his skin and force him to wriggle and sigh a little while he peels the fabric off of himself.

When Al kisses his knee, Marco smiles down at him and reaches for his husband's cheeks to cup them between his hands so he can tilt the man's face up and then kiss him on the mouth. "I don't know why, but I feel grounded with you inside me so... as long as you want to stay, that's preferable."