When he felt that Peter's hand picked up the smooth rhythm again, aided by the slick pre-come, Marcus moved his hand away and let the boy stroke on his own. He hummed in satisfaction, and rubbed Peter's back, enjoying the boy's exploration of his masculine form. The young man turned his head and nuzzled the downy dark hair on Marcus' chest before licking it, and kissing it.<br/><br/>Marcus smiled widely and encouraged the boy, raising his own hand and settling it into the thick dark locks, not pushing the boy's head by any means, but simply guiding it from one spot to another as Peter kissed and licked his way around Marcus' upper torso. "Mmmm, you like that?" He whispered, chuckling a bit.<br/><br/>Marcus didn't want to break the spell of the moment, but they would both be infinitely more comfortable on the bed. He watched the boy kiss and lick his chest a bit more, then he pulled Peter's lips away by tugging on the black hair and gazing down at the boy. "Come on..." It wasn't a request, but more like a command, albeit given in Marcus' deep, soft, sensual voice.<br/><br/>His hand pressed against the boy's back and nudged him, as Marcus turned and stepped towards the bed. The boy's fingers slipped away from the hard cock, and the older man swore he heard a small gasp of disappointment, as Peter began to like having that hard shaft to play with in his hands. Marcus smiled as he sank down onto the bed, adjusting the pillows so he could lean back against the wall, as the bed had no headboard. He stretched out comfortably, powerful thighs splayed with one knee bent, and his stiff erection rubbing his abdomen.<br/><br/>He patted his thigh and motioned to Peter, who was still standing rather nervously by the bed. Marcus smiled indulgently and his voice dropped even lower as he spoke in a whispered tone.<br/><br/>"Come to daddy."