Vin chuckled through his moan of pleasure, running a hand through dark curls. "I'm such a sucker for that accent." "So, that's why I got the part," Marton joked, pouring Stoli on Vin's other nipple, lapping it with a soft tongue. "No--" Soft growl when Marton's teeth closed over the nub. "You got the part because you rocked the audition." Good to know these things. Marton moved down silk sheets to Vin's exceptional abdomen. "Gyönyörû." "What's that mean?" Another lick across muscle and skin. "Beautiful." "Say it again." "Gyönyörû." And tasted amazing with Stoli. Marton licked at the small pool of vodka in Vin's belly button, trailed his tongue across Vin's hip, seeking the last droplets. "Love the way you say that," Vin rumbled, tugging Marton up for another lengthy, open-mouthed kiss, sliding tongues against each other. "Better than vodka," Marton murmured, licking his lips. "Yeah, you are." Marton laughed, propped his head on his elbow, lazily skimming the rippling muscles of Vin's chest. "I'm still annoyed that you and I never got a big fight scene." "You just want to roll around with me on film," Vin joked, tracing a hand down Marton's hip. Well, of course he did. That was the whole point. "That's not a bad thing." "Never said it was." An answering smile, blunt nails scraping lightly over Vin's chest. Marton could spend an entire week doing just this. "Perhaps you'll convince Rob not to kill me and I can be your arch nemesis." "Um --" Vin sank into the sheets, beautiful eyes fluttering shut. "Be my Bledsoe, you mean." "Who's that?" Marton breathed the question across Vin's tricep, licked the muscled line of flesh. His favorite part of Vin's incomparable body. "James Bond's nemesis..." The words were a groan. Hmm...nice sound. Marton set about making Vin do it again. "You're not Bond," he stated, nibbling on a bicep, fingers wrapped around Vin's shoulder. "No--" harsh gasp "--I'm not." "Far sexier." Licked his way down Vin's forearms, sucking on tanned skin. "God," Vin moaned, another lovely sound, "how do you do that?" "What?" "That." Vin waved a careless hand at his erection. "Make me so hard for you by barely touching me." "Ancient Hungarian secret," Marton smiled, drawing Vin's thumb in the heat of his mouth. Took great delight in another choked growl. "Marton..." "I'm busy." Sucked each finger in turn, ignored the restless shifting underneath him. "You want me to beg?" "Sexy as that would be, no. I don't." Marton tipped the bottle into Vin's waiting mouth. "But, I will take my time with you," he stated, claiming Vin's lips, sucking the liquid from lush lips. Sharp, dark, exotic -- the flavor burned a path through Marton's body, more addictive than heroin. Vin rolled them both over, pressed Marton into the mattress. "My turn," he said, husky voice rough with need. No objection. Marton was perfectly content to be serviced. There were far worse things in life than a muscular god sliding a wet mouth across his chest. Suckling on his nipples. Grazing teeth along his ribs. Marton grabbed the back of Vin's smooth scalp, sighing. "Don't stop." "Wasn't planning on it." Vin's tongue snaked out, dipped into Marton's navel. "Unlike you --" slow slide across Marton's hip "-- I don't tease." Those exceptional lips closed over Marton's cock a second later. "Baszik, te...úgy jó," Marton groaned. "Hmm?" Vin lifted his head, took a long pull from the vodka bottle. Marton gasped when Vin's lips closed over him again, the icy burn of the alcohol mixing with the heat of a soft tongue. "More," Marton rasped, fingers digging into Vin's shoulders, lost in passion. Impossibly long lashes fluttered, and Vin gave Marton a slow wink before moving again, setting a leisurely pace with his mouth that had Marton shifting restlessly on the sheets, alternately praying and cursing in both English and Hungarian. Vin's hand wrapped around the base of Marton's cock, moved in tandem with his mouth and tongue. And Marton slid deeper into bliss, shifting, grinding up, pushing himself deeper down a willing throat. Kept his gaze locked with Vin's as he glided into a slow, rolling orgasm that left him feeling boneless. "Much better than vodka," Vin agreed, licking his lips, enjoying the sharp taste on his tongue. Marton pulled him back up, anxious to taste himself, taste them together, needed Vin's tongue against his, lips pliant under his. The kiss was lazy, sharp, tasted of come and vodka and Vin, and Marton savored each flavor. "Cukorka," he breathed, lips resting on Vin's. "What's that mean?" "Sweet." Vin tested the word, fumbling with the pronunciation. "I like it. Suits you." "Me?" "Mmmm..." Vin's tongue snaked out, licked a path across Marton's neck. "Very sweet," he murmured. "I think, perhaps, we'll do a comparison," Marton replied, hand slipping down to Vin's erection, smoothing over hard flesh. Vin's eyes closed in pleasure, smile curving those lovely lips. "If you insist."
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