Toying. That's exactly what Marcus was doing, and he was enjoying every minute of it. Of course, he was more than eager to show this untouched boy exactly what being with a man was all about, but Marcus was a patient man; he could wait...he could savor...he could tease and encourage. He was in control and Peter knew it; it was just a question of how much control Marcus wanted to take.<br/><br/>His dark eyes watched as Peter began to touch him, tickling his furred chest as it rose and fell with each breath. The boy looked to him for something akin to encouragement, and Marcus smiled and nodded slightly, giving the boy a signal to touch wherever he would like. Peter came closer, and unknowingly pressed himself against Marcus' cock, and the lad's eyes dropped down. Marcus knew immediately the boy wanted to touch him, he wanted to wrap fingers around a hard cock other than his own for the first time, to feel the weight of it, hold it, stroke it.<br/><br/>He heard the boy's soft words, and chuckled knowingly. "I can tell. That's okay, baby. There's a first time for everything." His own hand slipped around to the nape of the boy's neck, caressing the soft skin, and slipping fingers into the boy's dark hair. "Touch my cock. Go ahead...feel it." Again, his words held the power of command.