The Morning After
Sunlight crept through the busted blinds.
Marcus woke up first.
Head pounding a little from the leftover Henny.
Body sore in all the best ways.
He was still wrapped around Devonte.
Still smelled like him — sweat, skin, sex, and something deeper he couldn't name.
For a minute, Marcus just...watched him sleep.
Devonte snored soft, face buried in the pillow, one big ass hand still splayed over Marcus's bare waist like he was scared he'd disappear if he let go.
Marcus smiled slow.
Last night didn't feel like a dream.
It felt like breathing for the first time.
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And Then...the Heat Started Creeping Back In
Marcus shifted a little under the covers, and felt...
Yeah.
Devonte was already half-hard.
Thick against his thigh.
Heavy.
Warm.
Marcus bit his lip, blood rushing straight between his own legs.
Fuck it.
He moved slow, careful, sliding down under the covers like a ghost.
Devonte stirred but didn't wake up.
Marcus pressed a kiss to his stomach first — soft and lingering — just testing.
Devonte's abs twitched under his mouth.
Marcus kissed lower.
And lower.
Until he was face to face with him.
Thick. Dark. Perfect.
Already leaking a little at the tip.
Marcus licked his lips, heart beating outta his damn chest.
Then he leaned in and kissed the head — feather light.
Devonte groaned deep in his sleep, hips twitching.
Marcus smiled against him.
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He Started Slow
Just his tongue at first.
Little kitten licks around the tip.
Teasing.
Tasting.
Devonte mumbled something incoherent into the pillow, bucking his hips again.
Marcus wrapped a hand around the base, steadying him, and finally — finally — took him into his mouth.
Warm.
Heavy.
Stretching his lips wide.
Marcus moaned low around him without meaning to — the weight, the taste, the smell of him flooding every sense.
Devonte's eyes fluttered open.
For a second he looked confused.
Then he looked down and saw.
Saw Marcus between his legs.
Head bobbing slow.
Hand stroking what his mouth couldn't fit.
Eyes dark, locked onto him.
"Shit, baby..." Devonte groaned, voice wrecked.
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Devonte's Hands Found His Hair
Not rough.
Just...guiding.
Fingers sliding through Marcus's curls, holding him close like he couldn't believe he was real.
Marcus took him deeper.
Relaxing his throat.
Working slow, messy, wet.
Letting spit drip down to his hand, making everything slick and filthy.
Devonte cursed under his breath, hips rolling up gentle at first — then a little harder.
Marcus moaned again around him, sending vibrations through him.
Devonte damn near lost it.
"Fuck, Marcus... you tryna kill me, huh?"
Marcus just smiled with his eyes and sucked harder.
Tighter.
Faster.
Devonte's thighs started trembling under his hands.
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It Got Hotter. Messier. Wilder.
Devonte gripped the sheets, muscles straining.
He was trying so hard to be good — not to choke Marcus out — but it was getting harder by the second.
Marcus was eating him up like he ain't had no plans of letting go.
Devonte warned him, voice wrecked:
"Baby... you keep...I'm gon'—"
He couldn't even finish.
Marcus hollowed his cheeks and swallowed him down deeper.
Devonte's whole body locked up.
With a broken, guttural moan, he came hard — shaking, swearing, damn near seeing stars.
Marcus stayed with him the whole way.
Didn't pull off.
Took every drop.
Swallowed.
Eyes locked to Devonte's the whole time.
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After
Devonte collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving.
Dragging Marcus up into his arms the second he could move again.
Held him so tight Marcus squeaked out a laugh.
"Damn, nigga, I need to breathe too," Marcus joked, voice raspy from what he just did.
Devonte kissed his forehead.
"Nah. You my oxygen now."
Marcus blushed like crazy, hiding his face against Devonte's neck.
Feeling safe.
Feeling...loved.
Feeling like they finally crossed the line they were always meant to cross.
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Meanwhile...Tamia Was Outside the Door
She recorded a TikTok whispering:
> "Why these niggas got the WHOLE HOUSE smellin like Sex and BodyWorks™??"
"Somebody come get they horny ass friends..."
Posted it.
It went viral in under an hour.
#BlkSoulAfterDark started trending.
Netflix PR was stressed.