Marcus took a minute to catch his breath, as the thick scent of spilled semen filled the air in the room. It was heavy and masculine and tangy, and the older man breathed deeply of it with a warm smile on his face. His long fingers released the black curls in his grasp, and he ran his hands up and down the boy's sides as Peter's head lay against his shoulder. The young man was exhausted, his full weight upon Marcus' thighs, which the older man bore easily.<br/><br/>He chuckled softly as he nuzzled the dark head. "I guess you liked that, didn't you baby?" An answering murmur from the boy told Marcus all he needed to know. He gently rubbed the young man's chest, idly running his fingers lightly over the smooth, damp skin. "You're a good boy, Peter. A very good boy." His hands settled on the boy's hips, lifting him so that Marcus could withdraw his cock from the stretched opening, no doubt sore from the boy's first experience at sex with another man. His half-flaccid member slid out, and Marcus leaned back, removing the condom and disposing of it in the wastebasket next to the bed.<br/><br/>Giving the boy a final kiss to his head, Marcus rose from the bed and grabbed a towel, wiping the sweat from his face and chest, then wrapping it around his hips. A fresh cloth was handed to Peter, who took it somewhat dazedly as he stood up, wincing slightly. Marcus grinned good naturedly. "Don't worry, sweetheart. You'll get used to it. Everybody's sore after the first time." He reached for a water bottle and opened it, drinking deeply, before handing one to the young man.<br/><br/>Marcus slipped his card key back onto his wrist and took another swig of his water. "I'm going back to the Common Room. You're free to join me if you like...I'm sure we can find something else to keep you occupied." He smiled warmly at the young man, and waited to see if Peter had had enough of male sexual delights...or if he wanted to further his exploration. Because if that was the case, Marcus could think of endless possibilities for them both.