Keep Me On Your Mind All Night

Author's Notes: takes place in cakie_nsfw's shujin!marth timeline. ren is an actor and works on one of johnny cage's films. they butt heads a lot due to johnny's ego. he has a thing for marth, ren's husband, and flirts with him a lot and um. um. um. look, it makes sense if you're there, ok.

Jonathan Carlton, better known as Johnny Cage, had a magnetic personality. One that grated on most people’s nerves and yet he always managed to steal everyone’s attention whenever he walked into a room. It was a monstrous charisma. One that Marth and Ren were not immune to. Still, they were in a committed relationship. The rings on their fingers were a prominent sign of that even when they weren’t attached at the hip with every function they attended. The sight of the newly crowned King of Altea giggling at his husband’s jokes made Johnny’s blood boil in a way that he didn’t quite understand. There was just something about the royal that drove him crazy. The fact that he was a married man, the man who married a nobody actor like Ren Amamiya, made him even crazier.

Johnny’s eyes locked with his costar’s grey ones from across the room as he took a long sip of the most midtier champagne he had had in a while. He didn’t mind it. He was too focused on Marth Lowell.

“Excuse me. I’ll be right back,” Ren whispered to Marth before kissing him on the cheek.

“Alright, beloved,” Marth whispered back.

Now was his time to move, Johnny thought as he got up from his seat and strolled towards the lone man. “If I was your man, there’s no way I’d leave you all alone,” he said as he lowered his glasses to lock eyes with the other man. “You’re too cute to not get scooped up.”

Marth’s cheeks flushed prettily. “I, ah, I don’t think so. You flatter me... but thank you, Mr. Cage.”

Johnny chuckled. “You can just call me Johnny, Your Highness.”

“...Then, I must ask you to just call me Marth.”

“Alright, Marth.”

An hour or two passed and there was no Ren in sight. Something was definitely off, but Johnny didn’t care. It was impossible for him to care as Marth let out shy, breathy laughter and lowered his eyelids at him with each glass of champagne that was handed to him. Johnny couldn’t stop staring at his lips. The very lips he imagined wrapped around his cock for the last year or so. He had stumbled across the royal’s social media after seeing him on Ren’s pages. He wasn’t gay, though, he was a Hollywood actor. Shit had a tendency to just happen, after all. He just hoped that the same shit would happen between him and Marth. He sent DMs and left comments on Marth’s pages but went ignored. There was something about him that drew Johnny towards him. They were barely acquaintances before tonight as Ren was always draped over him.

Now, Marth was draped over him on one of the plush couches that the hotel’s venue had.

“You’re pretty friendly after a couple of drinks, Mar-Mar,” Johnny chuckled. “Why don’t we go somewhere a little more private?”

Marth flushed. “I don’t think my husband would like that.”

“Is he here right now?” Marth shook his head and Johnny felt his own lips curl into a shit-eating grin. “I’ll keep your secret, Princess. Let’s go.”

“Al-alright,” the king cooed.

The actor couldn’t deny how hot it felt to kiss a married man. Especially one who kissed as sloppily as Marth did. He was so coy and sweet before, now he moaned and ground against Johnny’s thigh like a bitch in heat. The feeling of Marth’s cock straining against his slacks and thumping against him was a strange but hardly unwelcome feeling. Their lips mashed together in a slippery mess as Johnny’s hands made themselves right at home on the king’s surprisingly plump ass. His fingers easily sank into the soft flesh even through the fabric of his pants.

Oh, he was going to love this.

He threw the now breathless Marth atop the plush mattress. He watched as his chest rose and fell and the bulge strained against his pants. Johnny felt his own cock throb. Quickly, he tore off his clothes and got to work on undressing Marth.

A low whistle escaped the actor as he saw the pale expanse of Marth’s chest decorated in love bites in various stages of healing. “Didn’t take you for such a slut, Mar-Mar,” he chuckled as he leaned in and scraped his teeth against one of Marth’s nipples. A high-pitched gasp escaped the blue-haired man as Johnny worked on unbuckling his belt and pushing down his pants...

His eyes widened as he felt something long and thick and hard slap against his stomach. Johnny swallowed. He pulled away and was greeted by the sight of Marth’s monstrous cock that easily dwarfed his own. He gaped at the sight. His cock, hardly small but on the bigger side of average, twitched at the sight.

“Ah, is... is there anything wrong, Johnny?” Marth asked.

“N-nothing, Princess. Don’t worry ‘bout it,” he lied. Johnny felt his mouth go dry as insecurity wormed its way through his chest. Jesus Christ. Was Altea or whatever country he was from full of well-hung dudes or was Marth just a special case? Regardless, it made him feel... emasculated? Was that the right word? Yet, the thought of fucking a married man who was this blessed in the looks department thrilled him. “Just let Daddy Cage take care of it all.”

He pushed his legs back until they were flush with his shoulders. “Hold these back for me. Good boy,” he cooed as Marth hooked his fingers behind his knees. The actor purred as his hands slid down to Marth’s ass and cupped his supple cheeks. His thumbs worked tight circles into the other’s plush ass and made him groan in pleasure and his too-huge cock jump. Precum rolled down his cock in slick and steady streams. Johnny chuckled. One of his hands slid upward so he could tease the royal’s twitching asshole. Thick fingers circled his entrance before prodding the dead centre every couple of seconds. Marth hissed and moaned for him. His voice was so sweet, so so pretty, it made Johnny absolutely greedy for more. Finally, he pushed his finger inside of Marth’s pert ass and made the man cry out in sheer bliss. Slowly, he worked his finger back and forth before pushing in another one and forcing a thick, almost opaque glob of precum to spurt from Marth’s cock. His fingers circled in the tight yet seemingly experienced hole. He pushed against the warm walls in search of that sweet spot that would make the royal come undone at the seams. Greedily, Marth’s hole clamped around his fingers and twitched around them, almost as if he was hungry for more.

“Such a good fucking boy for me. You’re sucking me in. You’re an absolute fucking slut for me, aren’tcha? Your little husband isn’t enough for you, is that right?”

“I...”

“C’mon. You can be honest with me. Tell me that Ren-Ren isn’t enough for you. Tell me how bad you want this cock,” he breathed as he laid his cock against Marth’s. Precum dripped from his own cock and onto Marth’s longer one. They were thankfully about the same thickness.

“J-Johnny... I can’t—”

“You can say it, I won’t tell anyone. You were such a good boy for me so far, why can’t you do this for me?”

“...Y-your cock is so much better than Ren’s. Please, please, please give me the fucking I crave! I... I want... c-cock from a real man!”

“Good boy.” With that, Johnny pulled out his fingers from Marth. He spat onto his hand and stroked his cock before he lined himself up with the slightly gaping entrance. “Daddy’s coming in~.”

A loud, absolute wanton moan escaped Marth as his ass eagerly swallowed Johnny’s fat cock. Deep, panicked breaths escaped the younger man as his walls enveloped a cock that wasn’t his husband's. The sensation and look of sheer guilt and bliss shone in those big sapphire eyes. God, he was so fucking pretty. Johnny would have to fuck him again. His balls smacked against Marth’s ass each time he bottomed out inside of him. He was tight but not so tight that it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was so obvious that he had been fucked pretty often. Did he go around behind his husband’s back often? Or did little Ren Amamiya fuck him that often?

‘Yeah right,’ Johnny thought. He smirked down at the other man who took his cock so, so, so well. “Feeling good, Princess?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes! Please fuck me more, Johnny!”

“Do I fuck better than Ren?”

There was a long pause before Marth stared up at him with glassy, half-lidded eyes and nodded. “S-sooo much better...”

“Tell me how good you feel, Mar-Mar. Fucking let loose for me, baby,” Johnny panted out as his thrusts grew wilder. “I’m fucking crazy for you. You feel so fucking good.”

Marth keened as his cock bobbed back and forth, flicking his sticky pre across both of their chests with every thrust. His eyes rolled into the back of his skull as nonsense fell from his lips. Most of it was needy moans cutting off breathy praises for Johnny and his cock. Eventually, Johnny came. Hot, thick cum splattered against Marth’s warm walls and stained him a milky white. Marth whined as he felt that cock soften inside him. Johnny wiped his brow and wrapped his hand around Marth’s cock and gave it a few tight, desperate pumps. There was no way he was going to leave his latest conquest high and dry. Exhaustion began to wear down on the actor. Sweat rolled down their bodies as Marth’s breathing grew heavier and heavier. Soon, cum splattered across his chest with a healthy glob reaching his chin.

Panting, Marth lowered his legs and pulled the other man into a long, messy kiss. They stayed that way for a moment before Johnny pulled out with a wet ‘pop’ and slinked away to the bathroom to shower. A heavy ‘click’ echoed across the hotel room and made Marth roll over to look.

Ren smirked in the doorway as he slid his lock pick into his pocket with a smooth motion. Marth sighed happily at the sight of his husband sliding into the bed with him. “Have fun?” Ren asked as he peppered kisses along Marth’s jawline.

“Y-yes, but... I feel so...”

“Shhh. It's fine. I was the one who put you up to this,” he murmured before stealing a proper kiss from the royal. Their tongues ran along each other as he freed his cock, also smaller than Marth’s but incredibly hard, and lined himself up with his entrance. “Now, let's see if I can fuck you better than ‘Daddy Cage,’ Princess.~”

Pure passion and unadulterated lust filled the hotel room as Ren’s hips clapped against Marth’s soft ass. High-pitched and utterly needy moans escaped the man as his husband stroked every sweet spot inside of him and expertly pumped his cock with every thrust. The painting above the bed rattled noisily as the bed rocked against the wall. The two were busy in their desperate tryst to notice the fact that Johnny was out of the shower and back in the room.

“What in the actual fuck,” Johnny muttered.”