Without question, Marcello obeyed, lifting his arse up, his hole visible to Eduardo.
"Even your inside looks slutty, Marcy..."
"Can you not stare?" Marcello buried his face into the pillow.
"How can I not stare when it's open right in front of me...?" His lips curved into a smirk. With the lotion in his fingers, Eduardo slid two fingers inside him, scissoring his insides and touching him everywhere.
Marcello squeezed the pillow, letting out a muffled moan.
"You're so tight, Marcy. Only my dick has penetrated this hole... I feel like your legal owner" Eduardo leaned on his back, thrusting his fingers in and out of him.
"How did you become this talkative? When did our roles switch?" Marcello asked, turning his head to look at Eduardo. About months ago, he was definitely the one in that position, talking dirty to Eduardo. Now, he was so speechless that nothing could come out of his mouth.
It wasn't what he had expected.
But he loved it.
