His voice came in soft mantra of "Oh daddy...daddy...ooooh..." though never in the same rhythm or pattern as the older man slathered the boy's entrance with his tongue.  His moans became louder the longer Marcus played with Peter's tender pucker.  The man's tongue worked expertly on the virgin flesh, playing along it like a well tuned instrument while Peter's moans were the beautiful song resulting from the actions.<br/><br/>He gasped loudly, his moans becoming drawn out as the man's tongue slipped inside just a bit.  The boy could barely contain himself as he squirmed and buried his face into the pillow, a loud moan being muffled by its soft cotton insides.<br/><br/>As Marcus finally pulled back, the boy panted heavily, swallowing hard as he lifted his own head to look back at the man, his face a guise of pleasure loyalty.  "Yes, daddy...I loved it..."  He said, his voice broken by the pants as his chest heaved for oxygen.  The boy rested while the man reached for the tube of lubricant.  He was Marcus' now.  Peter had never felt anything like that before, but he love it...he absolutely loved it.<br/><br/>The soft click of the cap on the lube bottle broke the silence followed by the honeyed words flowing out of the older man's mouth.  "Oooh...please, daddy...I want more..."  He said in a pant.  A contented hum followed as those warm, calloused hands rubbed his flesh, one finger moving along the crevice of his rear until it prodded his shining pucker.  It rubbed the tender entrance, making the boy wiggle his rear in pleasure, a soft moan being heard in response to the stimulation his hole was subject to.<br/><br/>"Yes, daddy...so good..."  He repeated softly, and when the finger slipped inside, his breath hitched.  He gasped audibly as he felt the thick digit enter him.  A high pitched vocalization followed, broken softly in the air.  His back began to arch as the finger found its home inside his puckered hole.  Marcus moved it in and out which brought a whimpered moan from the boy.  "D-daddy?  Oooh...daddy..."  He spoke softly, his eyes closed as the pleasure ran through him.  "Y-yes, daddy...so good...sooo good...oooh"  His lips quivered as he moaned the words out, and slowly, Peter began to do the work, thrusting his rear back onto the digit before pulling back and thrusting again, moaning very softly with each movement.