***Grey's POV***

The last couple weeks have been amazing and hard. Mak and I decide to move in together. Mark helps us move him over. That wasn't hard at all.

I bought out his lease. That was a blast. The landlord almost cried. I imagine he doesn't have many tenants that remodel a unit before they leave.

I did it for the next tenant. I also hoped that it would motivate the owner to do upgrades. The place needs it, bad.

I am thinking of buying the building and flipping it. I would let all current leasers stay with their rent capped. Actually, I'm seriously thinking of that.

Mark isn't taking the loss of Sebastian well. He is in mourning. It's hard to watch. He has become a semi-permanent roommate.

Mak carries a permanent smile. I love having him living with me. He is perfect in every way that counts.

We come home from our usual Thursday at work. The day was filled with meetings. I go to the kitchen and start prepping dinner.

I make grilled asparagus, sautéed mushrooms, ribeyes and grilled potatoes. I fill three wine glasses with red wine.

We eat and discuss sports. Go figure. Mark keeps up with the conversation and we end up on the couch watching a basketball game. Playoffs! I sure hope Golden State clenches the West. The Knicks aren't really contenders.

After a grueling game where Stephen Curry banked more than enough three pointers, we turned in for the night.

I held Mak in my arms while I kissed the back of his neck. He moaned quietly and I nuzzled into his shoulder blades.

"Grey." Mak calls.

"Yes, Baby." I answer quietly.

"I want you." He whispers.

"I'm not stopping you." I smirk to myself.

Mak turns around in my arms and grabs my face softly.

He pulls me in to a searing, lustful kiss that makes my toes curl.

I immediately yank his boxers off before removing my own.

I flip him on his back and attack his mouth with my lips. I plunge my tongue into his soft mouth and deeply explore him. His hands wrap around my neck and our naked bodies mold against one another.

We make out for quite sometime before my member is painfully hard and leaks profusely. Pre cum bubbles out of my head.

"Mak, top or bottom?" I ask.

I don't care either way. We can swap. I just want all of him.

"Bottom." Mak whimpers.

I pull the lube from the drawer and unwrap it.

I pour the silicone fluid into my fingers and rub them together. My fingers easily glide against one another. I apply the satin texture to Mak's hole and then apply more. When he feels slick, I enter my pointer finger slowly up to the first knuckle.

Mak breathes slowly as he relaxes into the intrusion.

Once that finger is fully entered I pull back and add more lube. I'm big and I don't want him in any pain that is unnecessary.

I slide back in and out. Then I add my middle finger. I rub gently and deeply, curling my fingers as I circle inside of his warm tunnel.

I pump gently as I pull my fingers apart a little at a time. I stretch him carefully before adding a third finger with extra lube.

Mak pants as my fingers brush his prostate. I feel the mound of soft nerves each time I pass it. His face is screwed into a blissful smile. I lean down and kiss his abdomen.

"You okay my love?" I ask.

"It feels amazing." Mak mewls.

I kiss his thighs before I pull my fingers out.

I turn him on his side and position his knee towards his hips, his other leg is straight out. I lather my hand with the soft silicone. Then I stroke my penis until it's nice and wet.

"Are you ready?" I ask Mak.

"Yes, god yes." He pants.

I line my prick up to his hole and spread his cheeks. I press slowly into him. He gasps when his ring seats around my head.

I kiss his neck and nibble his ear lobe as I gently make my way inside him. I pull in and out, going deeper with each stroke.

His ass sits firmly against my hips as I begin pumping in and out.

It feels like heaven. I want to moan so deeply. I concentrate on keeping him comfortable.

My movements are long and sensual. I kiss every inch of skin I can reach. I pull his face towards mine, leaning over him to kiss his beautiful mouth.

The position isn't intimate enough for me and I man handle his body until I am on top of him.

I pull him into a smiling kiss. I watch his face as I bind our bodies together.

The pleasure is intense and I focus intently on not blowing my load too quickly. Each stroke makes me shiver. Fuck he's tight. I massage his hip bones while I move inside of him.

The slow pace pulls and drags my climax towards the precipice.

"Baby, is it okay?" I ask softly.

"It's so good. Seriously." He confirms.

"Just jump in and bark orders if necessary." I groan out between thrusts.

He pulls me down into another stomach flipping kiss. When we separate he barks out "harder" in an animalistic growl.

I push deeper and pull his thighs to wrap around my waist. I unseat myself until I am barely pressed into him, then I snap my hips back and slam into his prostate.

His back arches off the bed, his head dragging across the bed. He opens his mouth and drawls out a loud moan.

My cock jumps and my heart beats impossibly fast at the sound of his enjoyment.

"Again." He cries.

I continue the same movements over and over.

Mak bellows out a lustful string of praises and presses his fingertips deeply into my biceps.

I pick up pace and judging by the song of worship slipping past his lips I am doing something right.

I lean down and cradle his head between my elbows. My lips meet his. My sweat drips onto his chest and slides between our closely pressed bodies.

I drag the pleasure out until we are both panting curse words and begging to cum.

When I slam into him three times back to back, his cock erupts into thin pure white streams. The sight and scent cause me to growl out in euphoria. My body drains my seed into his tight hole.

I don't bother removing myself.

I just collapse on top of him, completely spent. I keep most my weight on my knees as I cover his sweaty, panting body in lush kisses.

"Best night of my life." I confess.

"Definitely." Mak croons.

I'm not exaggerating. I could never imagine that would feel so perfect. I shudder as I recap the beautiful event in my mind.

I gently pull out and kiss Mak everywhere possible.

I pull Mak up into my arms and carry him to the shower. I help him stand while I wash our bodies. The shower takes forever because I cannot keep my hands and lips off the love of my life.

As we dry off, I take time to worship Mak's flesh. Between kisses and small love bites I whisper I love you. My heart is swollen with complete adoration.

I want every fucking day of my life to feel exactly like this moment.

I pick up his clean body and carry him, wrapped around me like a monkey, to the bed. I pull him into my chest and whisper words of affirmation to him as I cuddle him to me. My hands work slowly thru his brown locks.

I fall asleep in absolute bliss.

When we wake, I massage Mak's hips and back. I continue my praise to his body from last night. I spend so long just kissing his creamy skin. I still feel like every nerve ending has been lit on fire and cooled again.

Eventually, I let us out of bed. We dress and head to the local Starbucks for coffee. Then we head into the office.

The day is slow, as Fridays usually are. I frequently check on Mak, either for his physical status or my own reassurance.

These last few weeks have pictures of forever painting themselves with vibrant colors in my mind. I want to jump on my couch and scream like a teenage girl. I'm absolutely captivated by all things Mak.

Lunch time sneaks up on us. We take an extra long lunch. We manipulate Mark into agreeing to a night out at the bar. When he finally decides to give in, Mak and I high five.

We don't plan on pushing him into anything he is unwilling to do, but he needs to at least do anything to pass the time. His depression is really starting to worry me to my core.

I love Mark so fucking much.

So, we spend a couple hours after work shopping. Then we get ready for a night on the town.

We bar hop thru the night life of Manhattan. Mark smiles. Mark laughs. And, if just for a couple hours, his spirit lifts.

The fact that he refused every woman, or man, that requested his attention doesn't escape me. It doesn't bother me either. That wasn't the point.

We just wanted a night with our third musketeer. We wanted one night to make him feel loved, adored and needed. Because without Mark, our lives would be shattered.

We leave the bar on a high note, by high I mean drunk off our asses. We closed the shit down. I paid our tab and we stumbled into an Uber.

When we thought we were going home, we didn't. We instead went to an all nite diner and filled our sloshed bellies with sin soakers.

When that got old, we walked to the park across the road. We laid in the grass and stared at the stars. All three of us laid next to one another and held hands. That's not weird. That's love in its finest moments.

We talked about whatever left our sloppy drunk lips. We acted like teenagers. All caution was left at the door of my apartment before we headed to the bar.

"Thank you." Mark whispered before his burp slipped past his lips.

We laughed hysterically.

"No prob man. We love your stupid ass." Mak giggled.

"Speaking of ass....how was it?" Mark blurts out.

"You just weren't gonna let that lie, huh?" I asked as I smiled like a lion.

"Best night of my life." Mak admitted.

"I can't wait to make love to someone." Mark confesses.

He has had many lovers, but I know he hasn't taken the time to study the curves and junctures of a person he loves. I can't wait for him to feel the difference.

I wouldn't know about lust filled sex with strangers. I don't regret that. I pray that Mak is the only canvas I paint. I pray his soul is the only one that ever touches me so deeply that I can't find where he ends and I begin.

I thank god that this man has turned me into a complete sap. I gladly admit that Mak makes me a better man. I could only hope he feels the same.

"And when you do, you will never understand how you found pleasure any other way." I confirm.

"That's what I want. I want you and Mak. I want what you have. You fuckers are beautiful." Mark whimpers.

"You are skunked." Mak giggles manically.

"We all are. Forget this conversation tomorrow." Mark demands.

"Not a fucking chance." I cackle.

"Yeah, didn't think so." Mark laughs.

We ended up getting another Uber and heading home. Mak, Mark and I stumbled in the door and fell into our beds.

It was a really great night.