Gerry had used his mouth to bring Mark to the edge several times, not stopping until he felt Mark’s cock swell and Mark’s body tense each time. The process was doing almost as much for Gerry as it was for Mark, and more than once Gerry had to stop grinding into the mattress underneath him lest the friction be enough to push him over.
To say that Mark didn’t look un-fucking-believably beautiful at that moment would have been a lie of the grandest magnitude. He hadn’t balked when Gerry had pulled out the ties and began securing his ankles to the footboard. He’d even grinned when Gerry continued the process with his wrists and the headboard. It was more trust than Gerry would have been willing to show after all this time. Especially considering the number of times they’d seen each other since Seattle could have been counted on one hand’s worth of fingers.