He watched avidly as the young man happily crawled onto the bed and settled his rounded buttocks onto Marcus' muscled thigh. Peter's stiff erection jutted up between his thighs and a drop of fluid welled up from the slit in the crown. The boy leaned in and rested a hand on Marcus' chest, and the older man smiled widely as the boy grinned and called him "Daddy" playfully. "You've been a good boy for Daddy. Would you like to keep making Daddy feel good, hmm?"<br/><br/>Marcus sank a large hand on the boy's thigh and began to stroke it gently, and he watched the young man's cock flicker slightly at the contact. Peter smiled softly as nodded 'yes' to Marcus' question. "Good boy. I want you to go back to what you were doing, and touch Daddy's cock. Daddy loves that." Without much hesitation the boy did exactly as he was asked, wrapping the swollen member with his fingers and starting to stroke. Marcus had to suppress a small grunt as his cock was handled, the boy becoming familiar with it's length, girth, weight and heat.<br/><br/>While the boy stroked him, Marcus took the opportunity to explore all of the young man's soft skin available on display. He stroked the boy's thighs, slid hands around his hips and waist, and stroked his lightly muscled chest, bare of hair with only the slightest treasure trail snaking down from a perfectly round navel. He watched the play of muscled beneath the boy's flesh, and one hand slid upwards, to the young man's cheek and cupped it. "Come and give Daddy a kiss." He ordered, pulling the boy towards him.<br/><br/>Those soft brown eyes gazed into his dark ones and the boy acquiesced, leaning in after licking his lips. Marcus raised his chin as their lips met, not a passion or lust filled kiss at all, but a soft one, lips barely brushing against each other. Marcus tasted the boy, and it was just as he expected; sweet and luscious, like biting into a pear.<br/><br/>"That's it...such a good boy..." He murmured softly, giving the young man his fair share of praise, and Marcus drew the boy's head back down to his chest and petted him, running a hand through the black hair over and over again. He could feel the boy's soft breaths on his shoulder as the young man began to kiss the tanned flesh covered with dark hair. "Daddy likes that, baby." Marcus kissed the top of the boy's head before he whispered. "I want you to kiss the rest of Daddy...to make Daddy happy." And he gave the boy's head a gentle nudge, sending him down Marcus' chiseled frame.