You were ready at four, and to Marco's credit, he didn't arrive until 4:40. Which, by his reckoning, was correct because then you'd be at the guest house by five.

Your dress goes to your knees, and the thick stockings make it halfway up your thighs. You won't be in the cold long, but it's going to be a brisk walk from the house to the car. You decided not to hold back too much, while your heels were a little reserved, the crotchless panties and lacy bra were going to make a statement.

Once they were found out, of course.

Marco carries your overnight bag for you, and steadies you on the way to the car. Even flats could be a little risky in the icy cold, and you weren't going to complain about a little extra contact between the two of you.

He enjoyed being a gentleman for you, and as things continued, you found you enjoyed letting him.

"Is there a time I need to have you home?" He questions as he pulls onto the manor grounds. Instead of parking by the main door he heads down a side road, navigating his way to the guest house.

You laugh, shaking your head. "No, I brought what I needed. I told mom to call if she needed a hand corralling the boys, but with dinner at 4, that wouldn't be until after lunch."

"I'm sure Dadan can handle those kids." He hums and you can't disagree. The tone in his voice is so sure you can feel your face flush.

"Y-yeah," you clear your throat. "But I mean, I... wasn't planning on going back until, er, after."

"Nervous, pretty bird?" Marco hums, parking next to one of the guest houses and turning the car off before turning to you.

"Horny," you reply and he chokes one a laugh.

Coming around to the passenger side, he helps you out, bag already slung over his shoulder. "The important question then is, are you hungrier than you are horny, or...?"

You smile as you take his hand, doing your best to tease him and sound nonchalant at the same time. "You're the one that did all the hard work and planning, fineapple, so I will defer to you on what order the evening goes."

Marco hums, opening the door to the house for you, and coming behind. It's small compared to the manor, and even more snug than Dadan's house. Aside from a closet, there are four rooms: a kitchen, a living room, a bedroom, and a bathroom that is certainly bigger than it needs to be.

The fireplace in the living room is lit, and the interior is nice and toasty.

"I think," Marco says, taking off his shoes as you step further into the little house. "We've both waited long enough," you stay still when he puts his hands on your shoulders. "I think tonight, dessert should come first."

Warm lips press against the side of your neck as his arms wrap around you from behind. You sigh softly, humming warmly as he continues to press kisses into your neck. He nuzzles against the side of your head, breathing in deep and letting out a soft sigh before nipping at your ear gently.

"So, how exactly does my dessert want to cum?" His voice is low and you feel the rush of blood as your heart pounds in response.

You put a hand over your mouth for a second, trying to keep your cool, and scramble for a response. "I think any proper dessert needs to be cream-filled." You say, turning a bit to catch the grin that slips along his lips.

You yelp in surprise as Marco turns you around so you're facing him, and then lifts you up, and over his shoulder. The ease with which he does so makes you clench between your thighs, but you're laughing as he carries you into the bedroom.

"Not wasting any more time, I see." You tease as he carefully sets you on the bed, leaning you back and caging over you in a single fluid motion.

"Never again," He hums, leaning in and kissing you, fingers slipping between yours as he presses your hands into the mattress. The deep kiss has you moaning sweetly for him before he releases your hands and leans back.

He pulls the thick turtleneck sweater off and your fingers are against his exposed abs immediately. You feel him flinch a little, finally pulling free of the sweater and looking down at you as he tosses it aside.

"Going to have to tie your hands down," he muses, and you stick your tongue out.

"You filled out nice, country boy."

"All the better to eat feisty little desserts." He retorts and you laugh. Hands on your waist lift you enough to slide you further onto the bed, putting your knees more in line with his.

His hands move up, pulling your dress with them, and you gasp as the hiked skirt exposes the tops of your thigh-highs. Marco stops, eyes transfixed on the unexpected bare skin.

"It's... not technically your gift." You admit, face flushed. "But I'm sure it'll feel like one."

His tongue slips over his lip before he leans down and kisses you again. He's tugging your dress up, and you do your best to help, lifting your hips and shoulders, keeping your lips pressed against his between each husky breath as he pulled the dress up and off. It had a zipper, but you weren't really worried about something like that right now.

Marco's hands are pressed into the mattress, and he looks into your eyes for a brief moment before shifting his gaze to your lips. One soft kiss, a second, and he begins to train soft kisses down your jaw and neck. You think his eyes are closed, but his lips seem to know where to go, following the line of your collarbone down to the middle of your chest.

He nuzzles into the lace just a little before licking up the curve of your breast, kissing resuming along the peak, giving your stiff nipple a kiss before continuing down to your stomach. You slip your fingers in his hair, but he takes your wrists gently, and pins the to the mattress, holding you down as his lips kiss softly down your stomach.

"Haa, haa-it tickles," you sigh, the sweet pleasure dancing along the edges of a shivering ticklish sensation.

"I won't make it worse on purpose," he promises, words murmured into your skin as his kisses move to your hips. Kisses are pressed on one side, then the other, his teeth snapping the thin elastic bands of your panties against your skin.

"The-the way you just picked me up and carried me in here, I was expecting you to just dive in." You gasp the words, squirming a little as his kisses follow down the lines of your pelvis, moving toward the insides of your thighs. You can't open your legs because his are currently on either side, keeping yours closed.

"That was the plan," he admits, kissing the bow at the front of the low-riding lacy panties. "Then I saw the stockings." He says, looking up at you. Bright clear eyes cut through the fading daylight, the sun already setting against the horizon. "I want to savor this. Just a little longer, yoi."

Letting go of your hands, he moves his over your mostly bare skin, eyes drinking in every detail of you. The intense gaze has your chest rising from heavy breaths, and soft sounds slip from your lips when his fingers caress your skin.

"I... want to tear it off." He admits, fingers flexing.

"You could," you offer to him. "I have what I need for tomorrow."

He leans down, lips against your neck, hands ripping your bra in half. His teeth nip at your skin as he kisses the soft flesh, hands kneading your breasts as you gasp and moan from the sudden movement and fervent touch.

"You," he nearly sighs the words. "At Christmas tomorrow." His hands move down as his mouth moves down your body to your exposed breasts. "With nothing on under your dress."

You feel the warmth flood you, gasping as he licks a stiff nipple, fingers teasing the other. The hunger in his actions has you almost afraid when he finds out what kind of underwear you have on, but for now the pleasure is divine, and your hands are on his shoulders.

"It's all I can think about right now."

You can barely reach, the tattered remains of your bra are just enough to restrict your arms a little. You'd have to lift yourself up to free the tension, but that would mean shoving your chest into Marco's mouth, and he was already lavishing your tits with attention as it was.

"You're not - ahhhh! ♥ - going to destroy my other underclothes," you gasp, body rolling beneath him and releasing the slight hold of your ruined bra on your hands. You reach past his shoulders, fingers at the back of his neck, moaning sweetly as the pleasure jolts into your chest and meanders down to your thighs.

"If you don't wear them," he hums, a teasing tone in his voice. "I won't have to."

"M-maybe next-next Christmas," you stammer as his kisses begin to descend.

"I can wait." He murmurs into your skin. "I'm not going anywhere, yoi."

His knees come off the bed, and as he steps back you cover your face. He's almost too much like this. You don't dislike it, it doesn't make you uncomfortable, but you can't face the expression he'll make as he parts your legs.

His hands move over the soft fabric of your stockings, and you can feel his fingers flexing against your skin. You can imagine the sharp look in his eyes as he moves one leg aside, then the other. Pushing your knees back and letting you brace the back of your legs against his arms.

Leaning down, he licks a heavy line up your slit and you feel his tongue twitch when is slips between your labia, the thin lines of lace parting easily and exposing you. The fleeting stutter is all that there is before he pushes your legs wide and licks deeper, tongue prodding the wet entrance of your vagina for a second before slipping through wet folds and teasing your clit.

Sucking in a breath, you curl, hands in his hair, hips pushing into his face. Holding your thighs back with his hands, he's down on his knees on the floor, face buried in your pussy. Hungry grunts vibrate against you as he licks and sucks ravenously.

"Y-you're supposed to be-be-f——filling me up!" You cry, body writhing beneath him.

His tongue plunges into your pussy and you can feel him staring at you, even if you can't bring yourself to look.

"P-point muh-made!" you cry, his nose teasing your clit as his tongue curls inside you. "Gods, oh gods, like that, like that! I'm gonna, gonna!"

Your fingers tighten in Marco's hair, but he doesn't lose the focus he has. Cumming hard against his face you let the pleasurable moan bubble up from your chest and out into the air. Your feet flex a little and your hips roll before your fingers finally loosen their grip and Marco leans back, and your body sags in his grip as the afterglow relaxes your body.

"Seems you make your own cream filling," he teases, wiping his mouth with his thumb before licking it clean.

Your face heats up and you laugh softly. "No more dessert innuendo," you sigh and he smiles.

"Alright, pretty bird." He kisses you, light kisses against your lips, and undoes his belt. The soft clink of metal and the sound of the leather slipping from the loops has your body tightening with need.

Letting his pants drop to the floor, he pulls your lacy, barely there, panties off for you while he steps out of his pants, kicking them aside and tossing your panties over his shoulder. You look down as he pulls his boxers down and your eyes widen. You had a sense of how big he was when you were grinding against him before, but it looks bigger now than it had felt.

"I can lay down." Marco offers, stepping away to grab a condom. "You look like you want to be in control, yoi."

Swallowing you chuckle nervously. "A... a little. I'd just..." You sit up as Marco sits down. "Did all of you have a growth spurt?"

He laughs, laying out on the bed properly, and putting the condom on. You pull the remnants of the bra off your arms and toss it onto the floor before taking his hand and letting him help you straddle him.

"Fuck that's hot, yoi." He snaps the words off between his teeth. "Nothing but a garter belt and some stockings." His hips roll, grinding his shaft against your slit and you mewl softly for him. "You're always beautiful, but this is unfair."

"Don't... say that so easily," you huff, reaching down and guiding his tip into your entrance. You moan at the pleasure of it, the relief of finally having what you wanted days ago. Weeks ago. Maybe even before that. You weren't sure right now if you'd never seen Marco in a romantic light before, or if you'd just assumed you shouldn't because he was easily your best friend.

But that was silly. Being best friends and lovers meant getting along in and out of the bedroom. It meant easier conversation because you were already a couple of idiots bonding over inconsequential things.

You sink down, letting him stretch you a little before raising up and slowly working in more. His hands were set loosely on your hips, his fingers twitching every time you went a little deeper.

"It's easy to say because it's true," he asserts, shifting his hand when you've taken about half of him, pressing his thumb against your clit.

"M-Marco!" you cry, and he stills.

"Too much?"

Shaking your head you sink a little lower as he resumes teasing your clit. "N-no, s'good, it's good. You're too good," you moan. "Way too good."

"You deserve the best," he insists as you settle against his hips. "I want-."

"You," you interrupt, hands over his, moving them up to your chest. "I deserve you. I wah-want you."

"Yes ma'am." He says with a grin. His face is as flushed as yours, but you can't hardly tell with how lost you are in the pleasure of him.

His hands fondle your breasts easily, and you lean into it a little, using it to steady yourself as you begin to ride him. A soft swear falls from your lips and you lean forward, Marco's hands moving from your breasts to your sides and back, holding onto you as you press kisses into his chest. The slower pace lets hands wander as your bodies adjust.

Hot hands grab onto your ass and he starts helping you move, making you gasp against his chest. You brace against his body with your hands, moving with him, driving the long strokes deep with each thrust. The pleasure of it is building, but you're not going to be able to move with him once your orgasm starts to build.

You're barely keeping up as it is.

Looking up at him, you can see the red flush curling down around his shoulders. The light is almost gone, but there's enough ambient light spilling in from the front room.

"Kiss me," you murmur, wanting his lips against yours.

Marco pulls you up into a kiss, pulling you off his cock in the process. You whine into the kiss and he turns you both over, putting you on your back beneath him. Holding your legs back, he sets your ankles against his shoulders, slowly pushing himself back inside you.

Gasping, you tremble as he pushes your legs back, leaning down as he sinks into you, and finally pressing a heavy kiss against your lips as he hilts deep inside you. The angle has him rubbing you inside and out, his body teasing your clit as he grinds in deep. The stretch in your legs is as sweet as the stretch between your thighs, and you moan into the kiss.

Your hands are on his sides, urging him to move.

He presses in deep, pushing his tongue into your mouth and your fingers flex against his sides. You moan as he grinds into you, sending shivering pleasures through your clit and bullying his cock deep inside you. The pleasure addles your mind enough, but the sweet feel of his tongue against yours, the heat of your lips pressed together.

The fact that you can't hardly be any closer, or anymore entwined in him, and when he presses you down just a little bit more, resting on his elbows, hands slipping under your head and around your shoulders and you know he's desperate to be as close to you as possible. No matter how close you get you want more, and you almost wish he could wrap you in his flames and devour you completely.

But the desperation drive you both to the edge and he only lets up a little as you're close to your orgasm, leaving your shivering whines to slip into the air between you both. Pushing himself back up onto his hands and thrusting into you.

"Amazing," he gasps, kissing your thumb as you bring your hand up to his face. "Let me... let me see, yoi." He husks, flames flickering along his shoulders. The flames trail down his arms, staying lit along his forearms, and lighting the space between you.

You can see his face clearly despite the set sun, and you're sure he can see yours. The loss of impending darkness makes you tighten against him, but you don't ask him to extinguish the flames.

"Marco," you mewl as the pleasure building in your thighs. He keeps moving in a way that lights up your insides and teases your clit with such a steady pace you're not going to be able to hold out much longer. "Please, it feels so good."

"Hold onto my arms," he requests. "The flames won't - Hnngh! - won't burn you!" He nearly growls the words, trying not to cum too soon. "I want to see your face, so don't... don't cover it. Hold onto me, (Y/N), please."

The begging tone of his voice sends a shiver through you, and you feel desperate to submit to his request.

Closing your eyes you struggle not to cover your face or look away, grabbing onto his arms like he asked. "Don't say my name that way!" You cry, panting against the building pleasure and struggling to return his gaze. "Don't, don't, stop, don't stop. Please, please," you huff, legs shivering against him.

"Look at me, pretty bird." His voice is soft, but there's an edge of command in his tone and you shake your head before looking at him. Your face is a mess of pleasure, your eyes are wet, the wispy pieces of your hair are plastered to your skin. He wishes he could stop time, maybe just slow it down, just to etch the sweet desperation carved into your eyes right now. "Look at me while you cum, please, please I want to see - haa-ngh - your face when you-."

"Kuh-cumming!" You gasp, as you're tightening against him, looking down and watching him thrust into you from the dim light of his flames. "I'm cumming, I'm - please, please, fuck, please!" You pull your gaze back up to his, fingers digging into his arms as you cum hard against his cock.

Your toes curl and your body goes taut, trapped beneath him as he keeps his pace through your orgasm. It's a struggle to keep facing him, to keep your eyes on his, but you do. Your face burns with pleasure and embarrassment but you don't look away even as he snaps his hips into you, losing his pace. Pleasure contorts his face as he cums inside you, leaning down and capturing your lips as he grinds in deep, keeping you both on the high for as long as he can.

Breaking the kiss, he pushes in deep one more time just to listen to you moan, before he slowly pulls out.

"Holy shit," you sigh, your legs fall limp on either side of him as he sits back on his heels and pulls the condom off.

"Imagine if I had condoms at the bar." He teases, and you laugh.

"I think we would've had an audience standing 'round the car." Giggling you rub your foot against his thigh, giving him a sweet smile. "This was a perfect idea."

"Thank you," he hums, grabbing onto your ankle and bringing your leg up. Gasping, you lean back into the bedding, a muffled sound staying behind your lips as he brings your stocking-covered ankle to his mouth for a kiss. "I'm glad you're enjoying it."

"Wuh-we are going to neeeeeeeeeeed to eat, at some point." You stammer as he presses kisses up your leg.

"Indeed," he hums, kissing further up, passing your knee and continuing pressing kisses into your thigh. "I just want a little bit more, yoi." He hums, hands on your thighs, and pressing your legs wide.