Story: Del Rossi Nerves
Chapter: 9
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Rating: NC-17



Chapter 9
Dylan smiled into the kiss, grinning at his boyfriend's kisses. As much as he loved kissing Marco, Dylan had something else on his mind. Something that he desperately wanted, something he needed, something that was growing more and more obvious by the second.

Reaching for Marco's hand, he moved Marco's hand and placed it over his aching groin. Feeling Dylan's hardness, Marco's eyes suddenly opened wide, as he stopped moving his lips into his kiss with Dylan.

"Marco, please," Dylan said huskily, moving his lips towards Marco's ear.

Marco smirked teasingly at his blond boyfriend. "Please what?"

Dylan groaned. "Come on, baby, please, I can't take it much longer. Especially with you lying there, all, naked."

Dylan tried to reach down to fondle Marco, who was cleverly hiding himself as he was laying on top Dylan. Marco swatted Dylan's hand away.

"Hey!" Dylan looked at Marco, frustrated. "Come on, I want to touch it. I need you, Marco."

Marco didn't look convinced.

"Please...Marco! I'm horny as hell, and I know you have to be too. Let me see." Dylan made another reach for Marco.

Marco pulled away. "You wanna see?" Marco leaned towards Dylan's face seductively.

"Um, hello!" Dylan pointed to his erection that was pointing straight at Marco.

"You want to see my big-" Marco started to sway towards Dylan's lips erotically.

"Oh, god," Dylan leaned his head back towards the pillow behind him. "Marco, I seriously can't take this anymore."

"Hard-"

"Oh, that does it, Del Rossi."

Sitting up, Dylan pulled Marco down on the bed in an instant, pinning him underneath him, springing Marco's hardness free. Grinning at it, Dylan started to kiss at Marco's skin, slowly going further down until Dylan reached the destination he was seeking.

"Dylan, come on, now, this wasn't the plan," Marco said, trying to move Dylan's face from his lower stomach.

"So?" Dylan muttered into Marco's skin, before looking up at Marco. "I just want to see what a big boy you are."

"You wha-?" Marco asked, his jaw dropping.

Before Marco realized what was happening, Dylan's mouth was covering the tip of Marco's shaft, licking him like an ice cream cone.

"Dylan, no!" Marco exclaimed, pushing Dylan's mouth of of him.

Dylan whimpered. "Come on, baby, I just wanted to get some of your love juice."

Marco glared at his boyfriend. "Do not call it that! Why do you call it those stupid names?"

"Why, do you not like it?" Dylan grinned.

"No, I don't like it!" Marco exclaimed at Dylan. "My stuff is not love juice, sex potion, and it is most definitely not a jet plane stream!" Marco paused, before turning back to Dylan again. "And if you call it a flow of my hunk of burning love one more time, I'm going to smack you!"

"Come on, you have to admit that's a little bit funny." Dylan cocked his head to look at Marco, who was clearly frustrated. Sighing, Dylan put his hands on Marco's shoulders, rubbing them slightly. "Ok, look, I'm sorry, baby," he whispered into Marco's ear, leaning into his neck. "I'll stop with the silly phrases. I was just trying to lighten the mood." Dylan put his arms in front of Marco's stomach, hugging Marco into him.

"Dylan, it doesn't need lightening," Marco said, as he turned his head towards Dylan's at the crook of his neck. Marco sighed as he looked down, while his eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks. "I'm sorry, I'm just really horny, and this isn't helping."

Dylan started to kiss Marco's neck gently, before he started to lightly bite the skin he was kissing. Before they knew it, Dylan had started to suck at his neck quite roughly, clearly leaving a mark.

Marco moved his neck and cupped his hand around the back of Dylan's neck, as the soft, blonde curls touched his skin. Marco leaned in to kiss Dylan sweetly, knowing it wouldn't be this sweet for long. Closing his eyes, Marco clenched his eyelids tigher, wanting to dwell deep into the kiss. Dylan responded in return, matching Marco's speed at first. Before long, Dylan was kissing Marco, hungrier than before. Marco opened Dylan's mouth with his lips, before diving his tongue in, with Dylan's tongue following very close behind his very own.

With hands moving all around their bodies, from their necks to their arms to their stomachs to their backs, the two could no longer control themselves. Dylan swung Marco's legs around his waist in a swift motion, before they both started to grind themselves on each other, barely even able to control their breathing.

Dylan pulled Marco down on the bed again, as Marco looked down on Dylan with pure lust and hunger. Though Marco was horny as hell, he was still concerned about Dylan, in regards with what they were about to do.

As Dylan massaged his testicles, Marco started to squirm and he pulled his legs to the sides of Dylan as he mewed in his throat at the sensations his boyfriend was giving him. After hearing one mew from Marco, Dylan growled under his throat and took Marco's mouth, hard.

"Now, Del Rossi," Dylan breathed into Marco's mouth, as he mauled him with his kisses.

Marco broke the kiss, and looked into Dylan's crystal blue eyes.

"You're positive?"

"Go slow and we'll be fine. I'll let you know when to go further." Dylan kissed his boyfriend passionately, combing his fingers through Marco's hair. Trying to slow his breathing, Dylan looked into Marco's chocolate eyes. "Just, please, baby. I'm going to burst if you don't do something soon."

Marco nodded in agreement as he slid his body past Dylan's stomach to get the contents that were lying on the nightstand next to them. Marco squirted some of the contents of the bottle he retrieved from the nightstand into his hands.

"This will be cold," Marco warned Dylan, looking at Dylan, as Dylan nodded in understanding.

Marco snapped the cap back on the bottle before tossing it aside. Separating Dylan's legs, Marco slowly slid a lubed finger into him.

"Holy fucking shit! That's cold!!" Dylan jumped, as Marco's finger slipped out of Dylan.

"Baby, I warned you," Marco said, looking up at Dylan.

"I know, but It didn't know you were putting a sheet of ice from the North Pole in my ass."

"Will you calm down? You do this to me all the time." Marco rolled his eyes.

"But it's really cold," Dylan whined.

"Stop being a such big baby," Marco told Dylan. "It warms up, you have to be patient."

Marco grabbed a pillow, and put it underneath Dylan, before spreading Dylan's legs once again. Firmly pressing one hand on one of his buttocks, he used his other hand to slowly lube Dylan. As Marco's finger entered him again, Dylan clenched.

"Dyl, just breathe, baby."

Dylan nodded as he looked down at Marco, as he bit his bottom lip.

Pushing his finger into Dylan at a turtle pace, so not to hurt him, the liquid that Marco was applying to his boyfriend finally warmed up.

"It's not cold anymore." Dylan stated.

"Duh."

Marco slowly added another finger, trying to widen him more.

"Ergh," Dylan winced.

"You okay?"

"Just hurts, that's all," Dylan replied, as he shut his eyes closed and turned his head from Marco.

Marco looked at him apologetically. "It's just like this for a little bit, it'll get really good soon.."

Finding the spot in Dylan that Marco was looking for, he started to rub it repeatedly until he felt Dylan relaxing.

"There you go," Marco whispered.

"Ohhh...Marco, wha- how--" Dylan fluttered his words.

"Told you it would feel good," Marco said, grinning, as Dylan started to make little whimpering noises.

Marco then slipped a final finger into Dylan, this time going all the way in, making sure to give Dylan's prostate a good massage. Dylan, whose breathing was getting heavier, could barely see straight, and his eyes fluttered.

"Oh, fuck, Marco, what are you doing to me?" Dylan wondered out loud, his chest rising and falling more rapidly by the second.

"Just sexing you up, honey," Marco replied.

Dylan whimpered louder in response.

"I think you're ready, baby," Marco told Dylan. "Let's turn you around."

Marco slipped his fingers out of Dylan, and turned Dylan around, so he was lying on his stomach. Marco turned to lay down on top of Dylan, just for a moment. Positioning his head on Dylan's shoulder, Marco lingered his lips over Dylan's tattooed shoulder. He kisses Dylan's skin in a trail of kisses from his shoulder to his neck, to finally his lips. Dylan kisses him back, hard, hungry, and extremely passionate. Dylan closed his eyes, as he combed his fingers through Marco's brown locks.

"Now, please," Dylan murmured into Marco's mouth, before sliding his tongue in. Marco smiled broadly in response. Reaching to the nightstand with his left hand, he grabbed the foil package. As soon as he gotten the condom package, he slid his right hand in front of Dylan's stomach, going further down, until he reached the underside of Dylan's excruciating hardness, which was already quite moist, as he continued further down and started to massage Dylan's testicles.

"Oh! Fuck me, Marco, are you trying to kill me?"

Continuing his exploration of Dylan's "twins," Marco opened the condom package with his teeth.

Letting go of Dylan, Marco leaned up at got the condom out and started to put it on his erection. "No, just trying to fuck you senseless that's all."

"Then what's taking you so bloody long?! I'm fucking horny here, I'm going to die if you don't fuck me soon!"

Marco laughed at Dylan's dramatic flare, as he reached for the tube of lube, before lubricating himself up, so he wouldn't hurt Dylan.

Putting each of his legs on a side of Dylan, Marco leaned back down onto Dylan, kissing him right above his entrance, before kneading his buttocks.

"Del Rossi!" Dylan yelled, not able to take Marco's excruciating long foreplay one second longer. "Your cock. In me. NOW."