LOGINShare
52- Sweet Cream
Last Updated:
2024-10-29 19:42:56Scott was having a blast. The moaning, the whimpers, the movement, the sound of that adorable little bell! He'd been avoiding touching any of Rayan's privates as part of the foreplay, but his fiance was as erect as he'd be if they'd been doing anything penetrative. He slid a free hand down Rayan's thigh, which graciously opened a little wider in invitation. Scott traced the outline of that perfectly skimpy pair of underwear with his finger.
When Scott traced the back side, his fingers came back stringy. Rayan was almost dripping wet. It seems someone else was
Related chapters
Mark Me Yours 53- Anticipation
Scott smiled fondly at the picture frame on his desk. The shell Rayan found for him was taped to the glass, and inside was a picture of Rayan from the Butterfly Pavilion. It was Scott's favorite photo from their trip. Rayan was practically covered in rainbow lorikeets, a smile on his face, and the sun hit his eyes just right, making them glow a honeyed gold. His birthday gift graced his office couch, and a picture of the two of them on the beach was his new phone background.He knew that trip was a good idea. Just last week he'd put their newfound knowledge of
Mark Me Yours 54- Being Careful
"Jack's nephew is late again." Michael announced, irritated.Rayan finished putting on his safety gear. "Brent has a name, you know. Besides, he's just a seasonal temp. We need the help."The holiday rush was just gearing up to full swing at the shipping company. The
Mark Me Yours 55- Waiting Is The Hardest Part
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!Scott burst into the emergency room, nearly sprinting to the front desk. Still in his pajama pants, he'd thrown on whatever shirt was closest, and his coat, before rushing out of his apartment. He even forgot to put on socks. Considering it was still the middle of the night, the waiting room was empty."May I help you, sir-" the receptionist began."My fiance was just admitted! His name is Rayan Neel..." He was fighting to appear calm. "Please, can you tell me anything?""Just a moment, sir. Could you spell that last name for me?"Scott raked his hands through his hair anxiously as he complied with the receptionist's question. He could have sworn ten whole minutes passed as he waited for information, but it couldn't have been more than a few seconds."Neel... Neel... Rayan Neel... Ah, here he is! Looks like he's still in surgery. If yo
Mark Me Yours 56- Still Alive
Scott stepped back into the waiting room after collecting himself once more. The police officer was just finishing up with his questions, and though Michael was still visibly upset, he didn't appear anywhere near having a breakdown like earlier. Scott waiting for them to finish before he returned to his seat."Sir, do you have any connections to this incident?" The offer asked Scott.
Mark Me Yours 57- Cinnamon Apple Rolls
Rayan decided very quickly he was not a fan of being fed like this. Not that Scott was doing a bad job, it was just embarrassing. The food wasn't even that good. But, Rayan put up with it. He was a little hungry anyway, and Scott was being so earnest about the whole thing. Rayan just wished he'd put a little more on the fork for each bite. Michael watched on awkwardly, until Rayan's phone started vibrating in his back pocket."I've got to take this call," Michael said as he stepped out.
Mark Me Yours 58- What Family Is For
"Why don't we stay until you fall asleep?" Howard suggested.Rayan agreed with the idea, then complained to Scott about being cold. He asked for his jacket. He didn't know where it was, but remembered wearing it to work last night. He started going on about how it was broken in just right and still smelled a little like Scott, but that Scott needed to wear it for a few days because the smell was wearing off and that he knew the jacket wasn't actually his but he hoped Scott would let him keep wearing it because he liked it so much.
Mark Me Yours 59- Ordeals
They spent the rest of the day watching television. Rayan dozed off and on because of the pain meds. By his own rules, the teddy bear wasn't allowed out of the bed. If he was awake he was talking, even if he didn't have much to say. Dinner was served early, and even though Rayan got to pick what he wanted from the hospital menu, it still wasn't very good. Scott got him to eat most of it, promising he himself would get something to eat later.After dinner came bath time. A team of two nurses came in to do the job, and Scott was right in there with them, determi
Mark Me Yours 60- Forced
The procedure began that very next morning. Rayan was allowed breakfast, and was once again forced to use the bedpan. Then he was wheeled out of the room bed and all, separated from both Scott and his teddy bear, to get prepped for the omega ward. He'd see Scott again once things got underway, but he was bummed about having to leave the stuffed animal behind. He'd grown rather fond of it the past few days.The ward itself had three consecutive areas for patient security. The first set of doors had the bright pink "Omega Safe" logo on the windows, and had a key
Latest chapter
Mark Me Yours 108- Forever and Afterward
Michael kept his voice low so the guests outside the tent couldn’t hear him over the music. “Okay, the kids just started walking. Are you really sure you don’t need to use these?” Michael held one of Rayan’s forearm crutches to him, which had been a vast improvement to the walker in Rayan’s opinion. Rayan shook his head, picking up his bouquet. “The weather’s been good the past few days, and I made sure to take a little extra pain reliever this morning. I’ve been practicing in secret, and Scott doesn’t know I’m okay for short distances. Besides, I’ve got your shoulder I can lean on.” “Look, I just don’t want you falling on your wedding day. If you go down, you know I’m not strong enough to catch you.” They shared a look, and Michael threw his hands up, admitting defeat. Michael helped Rayan out of the chair he’d been sitting in, and resigned himself to be a living crutch for a little while. R
Mark Me Yours 107- Mark Me Yours
Scott sighed contentedly in his dream. He was surrounded by mountains of soft, fluffy pillows. Or were they clouds? It was hard to tell. Rayan was in his dream too. He loved dreaming about Rayan.Dream Rayan was being particularly and delightfully naughty. Dream Rayan kept rubbing against his leg, a positively lewd expression on his face. Sometimes he and Dream Rayan had clothes on, sometimes they didn’t. Scott could tell Dream Rayan was trying to say something, but he couldn’t quite make out what it was. Dream Rayan seemed truly desperate, practically humping his thigh.Scott loved dreams like this. He reached out, wanting to touch all the sensitive areas he knew would drive Rayan, and by extension Dream Rayan, absolutely crazy. But he couldn’t move? Dream Rayan started kissing his face, and running his fingers through his chest hair. He wanted to tell Dream Rayan to do whatever he wanted with his body, but he couldn&rsquo
Mark Me Yours 106- Chocolate
Scott had something extra special booked for them after lunch. It was a special massage and treatment package the resort only offered around the holiday. So, as they had been getting accustomed to, they changed into their underwear and the plush robes provided for them and made their way to the designated room for their appointment.The room already smelled heavenly, with the scent of warm chocolate filling the air. Scott and Rayan were made to sit in special chairs with foot baths attached as the full team of professionals got to work.Fresh rose petals were added to the pleasantly warm water, and while their feet soaked, Scott and Rayan were reclined in their chairs. They each got a manicurist to start on their hands, while a masseuse started their facials. Both treatments started with a scrub said to be made of coffee ground s and cocoa nibs, which was supposed to help exfoliate the skin. In Rayan’s opinion, the gritty feeling tickl
Mark Me Yours 105- Drive
Rayan lazed in the bed with Scott’s head pillowed on his chest. Here lately, there’s been some mornings where they’d wake up like this with their typical cuddling roles reversed. It was nice. Rayan liked getting the chance to play with Scott’s hair, and look down at Scott’s peacefully sleeping face. It gave him a very addictive warm and fuzzy feeling.Scott stirred a little, wrapping himself more securely around his fiance’s torso. “Happy birthday,” he murmured into Rayan’s nightclothes.Rayan continued gently raking his fingers through his fiance’s hair. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he responded quietly.“I love you so much…”“I love you so much too!” Rayan chuckled, amused by Scott’s half-asleep voice.Scott started humming the happy birthday song as he shimmied up to
Mark Me Yours 104- Pampered
“This feels like a really long trip just to go to a spa. I really don’t get any more hints than that?”Rayan fiddled with some ankle weights so he could keep up with a modified version of his seated exercise regimen. He and Scott had packed up last night, four days’ worth, and left the city early this morning. Rayan knew this was his much hinted at birthday trip considering Valentine’s Day, also his birthday, was the day after tomorrow. Frustratingly, “going to the spa” was the only hint Scott had given him for over a week. And they’d already been in the car for almost two hours now.“We are going to a spa,” Scott said good naturedly. “We’re just not going to one in the city. Don’t worry, we’re maybe half an hour out right now.”Outside the car window the scenery sped by, and there was still a touch of snow left on the ground under
Mark Me Yours 103- Moving Forward
Michael ended up cheekily turning down Edwardo’s proposal that day. Not completely, he just insisted on getting something a little more public and romantic. The next few weeks went by in a flash. In the wake of the historical verdict, omegas all over the country were suing their workplaces for discrimination and harassment. Reporters were swarming for interviews now more than ever, going so far as to stakeout Rayan’s physical therapy clinic, Scott’s parent’s bakery, and even Edwardo’s home. Irritating was an understatement, and while the public’s opinion was mixed most media was at least putting the events that happened in a positive light. Michael, for his part, had completely devoted himself to the city’s PR campaign after quitting Howard’s bakery with an apology. With Edwardo’s help he was finally able to start some psychotherapy, even if he wasn’t sure it was helping yet. He and Edwardo had finally finished getting the rest of Michae
Mark Me Yours 102- Stay With Me
“Michael, you don’t have to force yourself.”Edwardo said it out of concern. Michael had barely gotten the tip in, and it was clear how uncomfortable he was. The fact that he’d lost his own erection was a dead giveaway.“I’m not giving up,” Michael grit his teeth, sliding down a little further. “You’re just bigger… than the toys I’m used to…”Edwardo wracked his brain trying to think of a way to help. It’s not like he could magically make himself smaller, but his Dulcito was obviously not enjoying himself anymore. Edwardo slid one of his hands up, letting his thumb slip under Michael’s bikini top to find the nipple hiding there. The surprised gasp was encouragement enough to continue with the teasing, so he slid his other hand up to make sure he was providing a proper distraction.Michael had both hands braced
Mark Me Yours 101- First Time
And that little conversation is how Michael found himself alone in Edwardo’s expansive walk-in closet. He’d lamented that he had nothing here to wear to make their first time special, but apparently Edwardo had a dirty little secret that offered the perfect solution. So, while Edwardo was busy filling one of Essie’s chew toys with peanut butter, Michael got to have his own lingerie themed Christmas.Now, Edwardo’s closet was bigger than Michael’s bedroom at home, and Edwardo himself used very little of it. Michael couldn’t help feeling a little envious his first time seeing it, with all its racks and drawers and cubbies, and especially it’s makeup vanity and floor length mirror. Michael could move in everything he had, and there’d still be at least half the place empty. But today, Michael found out that the closet’s cabinetry wasn’t as empty as expected.Edwardo probably had twenty
Mark Me Yours 100- Privacy Please
Guilty… Guilty… Guilty on all charges. The jury’s verdict seemed to hang in the air. The judge banged his gavel, quieting the whispers of the spectators.“In the case of Rayan Neel vs. the shipping company, the defendant is hereby found guilty of all charges, and is hereby required to pay all medical and rehabilitation costs, plus pain and suffering.”The judge’s decree rang out clearly, followed by a very final sounding bang of the gavel. The bailiff gave the order for everyone to stand, and the judge left the courtroom. It was over. The big important trial was over. Some might have expected a cheer, but it was more a collective sigh of relief. An omega had sued a large company for discrimination, and won. Rayan won.The room emptied in relative quiet, the few that had been allowed to spectate barely whispering amongst themselves as they left. Soon enough, it was only Scott, Rayan,
