Mario on left, Kip on right

***Kip's POV***

I crook my finger at Mario. I have had a major fucking crush on this God for forever. I don't care if we don't have sex. I'm taking my attention where I can get it.

He closes the door timidly and braces his back against it. I lean against Mark's desk and lift my hand out to Mario. He shuffles slowly towards me. He places his hand in mine. I pull him between my legs and rest my forehead against his.

"We don't have to do anything." I whisper. "I just wanted a minute."

Mario lifts his head and stares directly at me. He reaches his hand up and brushes his thumb against my bottom lip. Goosebumps present themselves. Fuck. His touch is delicate.

I let my head fall into his palm and he curls his hand around my cheek.

"I can't do casual." Mario warns.

My stomach flips. Fairies flutter in my belly. Maybe there is a chance.

"I like you." I confess. "A lot."

"Why? Why not tell me?" Mario whispers.

"Nervous." I admit.

"Don't be." Mario urges. "I would gladly have you."

It takes less then a second for me to take my purchase. I grab his hips and pull him into my body. Our clothed chests collide and I breathe out. Finally.

I wrap my legs around his waist and pull his face close to mine. My hand finds his jaw and strokes it gently. This burly god of a man needs gentle.

I softly kiss his lips. The satin flesh caresses my lips and I melt. I have wanted Mario for a decade. Fuck I'm stupid.

He opens his warm mouth and claims my cavern. He wraps his hands around my neck and pulls me in deeper. My heart pounds relentlessly against my ribs. His tongue licks against mine and my back tightens. Every idea of a kiss from Mario is blasted into particles of stupidity. Nothing imagined could be as wonderful as this. His lips are a scorching tale of ecstasy and lust.

Jesus, have mercy on my starving soul.

He devours my mouth. Every swipe of his tongue claims me and sends waves of arousal to my growing erection. He bites and kisses. Our tongues clash, teeth scrape. Fuck me. He is divine.

I moan deeply. I have absolutely no shame. I want this. I want him. God, I want him in every fucking way possible. Fireworks burst in my chest.

Mario pulls away and cups my chin. He looks in my blue eyes. His brown eyes twinkle. He leans down and kisses me in such an elegant manner. My insides puddle. My cock leaks.

I hold his hips close to mine and rut. My cock feels like a boulder. He turns me on to no end. I pant when his lips touch my neck. I feel the sucking sensation. It's light and deep.

He pulls his lips away. "You have to be exclusive." He states.

"Yes." I pant.

"Only me." He clarifies. "I refuse to share."

"It's always been you." I whisper.

"Fuck you should have told me." Mario scolds.

His lips trace my jaw and I grip his shoulder blades. My head falls back, granting him plenty of skin. He scrapes his teeth against my neck and my whole body shivers. Pass after pass, his lips lay claim to my apricot flesh.

Mario continues kissing the column of my neck and pulls my shirt over my head. He growls before kissing my sternum and laying me back against the desk. He licks down my abs. His tongue laps at the deep creases of my defined muscles.

"You're so fucking sexy." He speaks against my chest.

"Ditto." I reel out.

His touch is like fire and ice. It lights my flesh and cools at the same time. I lied. I want him to  bury himself inside me.

"Date me, fall in love with me. Marry me eventually." Mario demands.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." I nod my head in absolute agreement. He doesn't have to say anything twice. I have always wanted this.

"Be my boyfriend." I belt out.

"Done." He accepts.

His hands unbuckle my belt and he strips me of all my clothes. He grips my ass and rocks it against his clothed hard on.

"Need you. Want you." I beg.

"Patience love." Mario coos.

The name sends a thrill of divine pleasure thru me.

He presses the speaker on Mark's desk phone. Mak answers. "What you need playboy?"

"Lube." Mario huskily demands.

"Top drawer." Mark laughs.

"Fuck you." Mario chuckles.

He grabs the lube from the desk and pours it onto his fingers. He gently strokes my entrance, massaging it in. He kisses my belly button while he plays with his pants and gets them down. He slides a finger in and my back arches.

"Fuck this isn't going to fit." Mario grimaces.

"Yes, it will." I argue. He pumps his finger in and out before adding a second. The stretch is magnificent. The burn, a prelude to the kiss.

His fingers stretch me and he curls them before pushing them against my bundle of nerves.

"Ah." I purr. Moans sing off my lips.

"That's the spot." Mario smiles and leans down to kiss my lips.

He is so damn sexy. He adds a third finger and strokes generously. My weeping pole makes a mess on his abs.

"Ready?" He asks against my lips. I nod into his shoulder.

I feel his hand pull away from me and he replaces it with his thick cock. I can analyze the girth. I get nervous.

It's not going to fit. I squeeze my eyes tightly and chant a prayer.

"Shhh." Mario soothes my excessive breaths.

"I will make it feel good." Mario promises. My hands shake against his back. So big.

He nips my neck and I feel his hips pressing into me. The stretch is intense. Too intense. I continue to squeeze my eyes shut.

"Fuck." I gasp when his bulbous tip pierces thru my ring. He grips my ass harshly and pulls my cheeks apart. His lips never leave my flesh.

He pulls me up into his arms and braces my ass against the desk. His legs squat down and he lifts up. His cock slowly ascends into my tunnel. Molten lava flows thru my veins.

The feeling is filling and intense.

"So huge." I whimper deliriously.

"God you're fucking tight." He rasps out. His hips meet my own. He stands, still, and rubs my ass. He kisses my neck and leans his forehead against my own.

I nod when I feel comfortable with movement. He slowly pulls out and pushes in. Inch by hard inch, he empties and fills me. My finger nails scrape his flesh.

"Oh, Lord. It's exquisite." I praise.

"Amazing." Mario purrs.

He doesn't pick up pace. Slow, hard, long strokes, abuse my prostate. My ass clenches. This is fucking incredible. I have never been treated with such raw possession.

"You're mine Kip. Only mine." Mario whispers loudly.

"Yours." I promise. Tears brim my eyes. He's everything. He is just fucking everything to me.

He continues to make love to me. I can't describe how his claim makes me feel. It's so emotional and stunning.

"I'm close." I whimper.

"You wanna cum for me?" He asks.

"Yes." I whine.

"I can pull out." Mario offers.

"Fuck no. Pound me you cockhead." I scream.

Boy does he ever. He suddenly starts ravishing me. His hips slam against my thighs. It's insanely good, addicting.

"Oh, hell. Yes. Fuck me." I scream out.

Masterfully, his hips collide with my body. His hard member rams into me at a racing speed. My body bucks into his thrusts.

"God damn it Love." Mario roars.

His dick thickens inside of me. His veins touch all my walls. My body jerks.

"Mario. Mario. Mario." I sing his name like a blessed prayer.

"Holy shit." Mario barks. My cum explodes and hits his chin. He releases inside of me with a guttural growl. My whole being shivers.

"Best day of my life." I pant harshly.

Mario rubs his fingers down my jaw and pulls me into a searing kiss. My body reacts pleasantly. I feel his cum dripping in my walls. Perfect.

"That ass. All mine." Mario chuffles.

"You're stuck with me." I warn.

"Finally." He smiles.

We clean up and get dressed. He kisses my lips, my neck, my fingertips. Mario interlaces our fingers and drags me behind him. We walk out smiling like idiots. He reaches down and kisses me in the hallway.

"Thank you for being honest. I like you a hell of a lot." Mario mouths into my lips.

"I like you too." I promise.

"I know." He smiles. He kisses my neck and we walk out and face three grinning jackasses.

"Hot." Mark chuckles.

"Shut up." I bark.

Mak giggles manically.

"What's wrong with you?" Mario chuckles.

"You." Mak bursts into tears of laughter while pointing to us.

"What?" I ask.

Mak falls out of his chair holding his side. He is literally in hysterics.

"Speaker." He coughs out between giggle fits.

My eyes blow wide. Deep red paints my face.

"No." I yell.

"Oh, yes." Grey guffaws.

"You forgot to click the speaker off." Mark winks.

"Are you two hungry. You literally fucked til lunch." Grey laughs.

"Famished." Mario admits.

"Only one not having sex in this office is me." Mark grumbles.

"Wanna join us?" Mak asks.

Gray growls.

"Nah. Gray would castrate me." Mark laughs.

"Keep pushing baby. I will punish you." Grey warns Mak.

"Yes, Daddy." Mak winks at Grey.

Grey moans.

"You two cut the shit. I'm hungry." Mark points at a flustered Grey and a giggling Mak.

We make our way down to the elevator, collecting the other six body guards on our way. We go to a burger joint on the corner, within walking distance. The hostess seats us at two large booths.

"Anymore emails?" I ask Grey.

"Not yet." Grey shakes his head.

"We are ready." Mario confirms.

Grey nods and whispers shhhh.

I nuzzle into Mario's side and he wraps his large arms around me. I sigh in bliss.

"You two took long enough." Grey rolls his eyes.

"Um, we know." I sigh.

"We have forever." Mario whispers against my ear. His hot breath washes over me and I purr.

"Mmmm."

"Finally pop that cherry?" Mark laughs.

I heat up in embarrassment.

"What?" Mario asks incredulously.

"Kip hasn't had sex since he met you. What's that been 10 years?" Grey laughs.

"Oh, God." I whine.

"For fucks sake. I'm sorry." Mario groans.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because, I could have just confessed and we could have been fucking for a decade." Mario explains.

My heart falters. Ten years I waited.

"How old were you last time?" Mak asks.

"15. It was a mistake." I speak lowly. I'm not proud.

"Oh." Mak whispers.

"He was taken advantage of." Mario argues.

"Not really." I clarify.

"Yeah, really. That 17 year old knew you were high as fuck." Mario starts in with the story.

"We went to a party in high school. Kip smoked some strong weed. He drank excessively. We were celebrating. Next thing we know, I bust thru a bedroom door and Kip is out cold. My 17 year old best friend, at the time, was balls deep in Kip. I yanked him off Kip and beat the living shit out of him." Mario growls.

"You were raped?" Mak asks.

"No." I yell.

"Essentially." Grey nods sadly.

"Doesn't matter." I huff.

"It's the reason I never told you my feelings. I felt like a shit bag. I invited you. I invited him. He was my responsibility and so were you. I carry that guilt every day." Mario admits.

"It's the past. I only agreed to go hoping you would ask me on a date." I confess.

"This, my dear friends, is called miscommunication." Mark shakes his head.

"No use worrying over things we can't change." Mak smiles broadly. "Live from today. You two are adorable."

I look at Mario. He smiles and my heart beat speeds up.

"First day of the rest of our lives." Mario whispers. His lips kiss my temple. I close my eyes in happiness. All those years and this man has been mine for the taking.

We order lunch and eat before going back to the office. After work, we all head back to Grey and Mak's house. I move all my belongings from my room to Mario's. Now there is a spare room. I couldn't be happier.