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[Marc nods, hiding his face against Steven's shoulder.] More than okay.
[He's actually happy. Stupidly happy. And genuine happiness is rare enough for Marc that his instinct is to covet it, to store it away whenever it does happen. Although, he might not need to do that right now. If he and Steven are going to be a long-term thing (however that thing is defined), he has a feeling genuine happiness is going to come his way a lot more often. And he's not sure how he'll handle that, but he'll cross that bridge when he gets there.
But, all that aside: he's sensing an undercurrent of...something beneath the happiness and affection Steven is offering outwardly. Uncertainty? Nerves? He wonders if it's because Steven isn't sure how far Marc's trying to get physically right now--if maybe he thinks Marc is trying to get in his pants. He feels the need to say something to set Steven at ease.]
Hey. Just so you know, I don't wanna go any further than this tonight, okay? Just kissing and cuddling. Wanna take things slow with you. [He presses a kiss to the crook of Steven's neck.] If you don't mind me asking: what's your experience like? I know you've at least kissed before me. [Marc's ex-wife, to be specific, and then Marc had punched him in the face. And now here he is in his lap, mouthing tender kisses against Steven's neck, feeling happier than he can ever remember being. Crazy how things change.] Anything else? Have you done more than kiss?
[He's actually happy. Stupidly happy. And genuine happiness is rare enough for Marc that his instinct is to covet it, to store it away whenever it does happen. Although, he might not need to do that right now. If he and Steven are going to be a long-term thing (however that thing is defined), he has a feeling genuine happiness is going to come his way a lot more often. And he's not sure how he'll handle that, but he'll cross that bridge when he gets there.
But, all that aside: he's sensing an undercurrent of...something beneath the happiness and affection Steven is offering outwardly. Uncertainty? Nerves? He wonders if it's because Steven isn't sure how far Marc's trying to get physically right now--if maybe he thinks Marc is trying to get in his pants. He feels the need to say something to set Steven at ease.]
Hey. Just so you know, I don't wanna go any further than this tonight, okay? Just kissing and cuddling. Wanna take things slow with you. [He presses a kiss to the crook of Steven's neck.] If you don't mind me asking: what's your experience like? I know you've at least kissed before me. [Marc's ex-wife, to be specific, and then Marc had punched him in the face. And now here he is in his lap, mouthing tender kisses against Steven's neck, feeling happier than he can ever remember being. Crazy how things change.] Anything else? Have you done more than kiss?
[ Marc knew it would be different, and it is. Kissing Steven effectively stifles any lingering, nagging thoughts because it's not at all like kissing, well, himself. The noises Steven makes, the way his lips move and part on what might have been a gasp for air between the heat of Marc's mouth and the steady rock of his hips, and even the way he tastes, it's all a whole new experience for both of them, and Marc's finding it way too easy to just sink into it.
Obviously it would be easy to surrender to it here, just between the two of them, since he's already been more vulnerable with Steven than he's been with anyone else in his whole life, there just aren't any boundaries there anymore.
When he does come up for air from that kiss he realizes that Steven's tugging at his shirt, and it seems like an especially good time to get rid of it, and with a little help he can slide it off without actually having to move. When his fingers catch on Steven's shirt though it's not fully with the intention of stripping it all the way off, mostly he just wants it out of the way, whether Steven manages to wiggle out of it or he just pushes it up over his chest.
All that matters is that he wants Steven's hands on him, and he wants his mouth on Steven's bare skin. ]
What were you thinking about before?
[ He's not upset. In fact he suddenly really wants to know. ]
Obviously it would be easy to surrender to it here, just between the two of them, since he's already been more vulnerable with Steven than he's been with anyone else in his whole life, there just aren't any boundaries there anymore.
When he does come up for air from that kiss he realizes that Steven's tugging at his shirt, and it seems like an especially good time to get rid of it, and with a little help he can slide it off without actually having to move. When his fingers catch on Steven's shirt though it's not fully with the intention of stripping it all the way off, mostly he just wants it out of the way, whether Steven manages to wiggle out of it or he just pushes it up over his chest.
All that matters is that he wants Steven's hands on him, and he wants his mouth on Steven's bare skin. ]
What were you thinking about before?
[ He's not upset. In fact he suddenly really wants to know. ]
[Something relaxes at Marc's reassurance, at the way he curls in the way he does. It's just-- really sweet. Genuine. There's no lie he can detect in those words. He's more than okay. He seems happy. Steven's hands slide from his waist to wrap his arms around him properly, gripping loosely on to Marc's shirt.
He smiles warmly at the kissing, tilting his head a little bit to the side to give him more room.] Y-yeah? Are you sure?
[He doesn't want him to have to-- hold back, even if it's a lot. His face might heat up a bit when-- Marc questions that. He tilts his head back, lets out a soft noise at the attention. It's very nice.]
That didn't go so well for me, did it? [What, with the punch and all...]
Um, you know... I thought I should-- work on the whole cuffing myself to the bed every night first. No one wants to come back with the bloke who has to tie himself up every night so he doesn't go wandering off, do they? [He's rambling a bit, but he can't really help it. He's a little embarrassed.]
I suppose I know-- the kind you've got. Being married and all. And you're so handsome and charming and... [Marc must have a ton of experiences under his belt at this point, right?]
He smiles warmly at the kissing, tilting his head a little bit to the side to give him more room.] Y-yeah? Are you sure?
[He doesn't want him to have to-- hold back, even if it's a lot. His face might heat up a bit when-- Marc questions that. He tilts his head back, lets out a soft noise at the attention. It's very nice.]
That didn't go so well for me, did it? [What, with the punch and all...]
Um, you know... I thought I should-- work on the whole cuffing myself to the bed every night first. No one wants to come back with the bloke who has to tie himself up every night so he doesn't go wandering off, do they? [He's rambling a bit, but he can't really help it. He's a little embarrassed.]
I suppose I know-- the kind you've got. Being married and all. And you're so handsome and charming and... [Marc must have a ton of experiences under his belt at this point, right?]
[It isn't like kissing-- himself. Same lips, mybe, but Marc kisses entirely differently. Tastes much more intoxicating than he thinks he ever could... and certainly kisses better than Steven thinks he's even capable of, what little experience he's got. But that doesn't seem to matter. He kisses Marc with enthusiasm, letting it break up the little noises leaving his throat.
He feels restless, like he's burning up from the inside with the desire to just feel more of Marc. He looks so... breathtaking above him. He doesn't really think twice about letting his hands smooth up Marc's chest, taking in the sight appreciatively. It's his body too. He knows that.
But he feels so different? To Steven. It's in the way he carries himself, in the way he holds himself above Steven.
He doesn't think to pull his shirt the rest of the way off with Marc's lips on his skin. He arches up against him, lets out a soft whine as he debates how to... even answer that.]
Ah-- I... I don't know. Kissing and, and... cuddling... maybe what your hands would feel like on me sometimes.
[His fantasies aren't really scandalous as Marc might expect or want to hear, but Steven felt guilty enough even thinking those things about Marc, let alone anything else.]
He feels restless, like he's burning up from the inside with the desire to just feel more of Marc. He looks so... breathtaking above him. He doesn't really think twice about letting his hands smooth up Marc's chest, taking in the sight appreciatively. It's his body too. He knows that.
But he feels so different? To Steven. It's in the way he carries himself, in the way he holds himself above Steven.
He doesn't think to pull his shirt the rest of the way off with Marc's lips on his skin. He arches up against him, lets out a soft whine as he debates how to... even answer that.]
Ah-- I... I don't know. Kissing and, and... cuddling... maybe what your hands would feel like on me sometimes.
[His fantasies aren't really scandalous as Marc might expect or want to hear, but Steven felt guilty enough even thinking those things about Marc, let alone anything else.]
[Steven didn't outright answer the question, but Marc will take that as a no: Steven hasn't done more than kiss.] You know, you could've gone to their place, too. They probably didn't have bed cuffs. [But he suspects that's not the only factor at play when it comes to Steven's virginity, and he's not gonna push him for those other details.
Marc flinches when Steven brings up the punch.] Mmm. You got me back, though, didn't you? [When Steven punched him in the Duat. But he feels like he deserved that, while Steven didn't deserve getting punched for just being happy he kissed someone Marc had already decided to divorce. But at the time, the divorce wasn't finalized yet, and his business with Khonshu wasn't over yet, and all his feelings were. Complicated. Still are, a few months later, but at least now the divorce is official and their business with Khonshu is over and he feels like he can explore his feelings for Steven.
Steven seems to enjoy those neck kisses, so Marc keeps them coming.]
I've got a little experience, yeah. Just a little. [More than a little, of course. He's being flippant. But he supposes he can open up.] But Layla's the only person where there have really been feelings involved. So that's one of the reasons I wanna take things slow with you. You don't have much experience period, and I don't have much experience with--feelings being involved.
Marc flinches when Steven brings up the punch.] Mmm. You got me back, though, didn't you? [When Steven punched him in the Duat. But he feels like he deserved that, while Steven didn't deserve getting punched for just being happy he kissed someone Marc had already decided to divorce. But at the time, the divorce wasn't finalized yet, and his business with Khonshu wasn't over yet, and all his feelings were. Complicated. Still are, a few months later, but at least now the divorce is official and their business with Khonshu is over and he feels like he can explore his feelings for Steven.
Steven seems to enjoy those neck kisses, so Marc keeps them coming.]
I've got a little experience, yeah. Just a little. [More than a little, of course. He's being flippant. But he supposes he can open up.] But Layla's the only person where there have really been feelings involved. So that's one of the reasons I wanna take things slow with you. You don't have much experience period, and I don't have much experience with--feelings being involved.
And then they'd wake up to me wandering who knows where, yeah? [It's-- not easy to sleep without the cuffs when he's fretting. And then-- he wouldn't want just random hookups or one night stands. He wanted something a bit more real than that. He always did.
But this-- feels very real. And very wonderful. He might frown a little at the reminder.] I'm-- sorry about that.
[He can't say it wasn't deserved after all the lies and hurtful things, but that doesn't mean Steven is happy about hitting Marc either. He's not really very happy about hitting anyone, ever, but least of all Marc. He's-- had enough of things like that.
And right now, Marc is making-- a very nice effort to open up. He smiles to himself before he reaches to cup Marc's face gently and guide him into a proper kiss.] Slow is-- good. [It makes him feel like Marc is really trying. It makes him feel like Marc thinks he's worth the effort while Steven might have been fretting that-- he's really nothing special. Marc could find someone else. He could-- try to work things out with Layla again, without Steven there to get in the way this time.
But instead they're here. Like this.]
... I love you, Marc.
[He really, really does. How could he not? Maybe it's too much to say, but-- it feels natural, and he's already been a sap today. He doesn't even expect to hear it back, not really.]
But this-- feels very real. And very wonderful. He might frown a little at the reminder.] I'm-- sorry about that.
[He can't say it wasn't deserved after all the lies and hurtful things, but that doesn't mean Steven is happy about hitting Marc either. He's not really very happy about hitting anyone, ever, but least of all Marc. He's-- had enough of things like that.
And right now, Marc is making-- a very nice effort to open up. He smiles to himself before he reaches to cup Marc's face gently and guide him into a proper kiss.] Slow is-- good. [It makes him feel like Marc is really trying. It makes him feel like Marc thinks he's worth the effort while Steven might have been fretting that-- he's really nothing special. Marc could find someone else. He could-- try to work things out with Layla again, without Steven there to get in the way this time.
But instead they're here. Like this.]
... I love you, Marc.
[He really, really does. How could he not? Maybe it's too much to say, but-- it feels natural, and he's already been a sap today. He doesn't even expect to hear it back, not really.]
[ Like everything else they've experienced so far this is different too, seeing Steven half naked underneath him in the dim light of the bedroom. Familiar, sure, he's looked at himself often enough to know what he looks like, but the differences between them are so distinct, especially to him, it's not actually strange. It might even be less strange now than it was before, when they first ran into each other while they were dead, he just knows Steven that much better now. And the reverse is probably even more true, Steven knows him, he doubts there would ever be any confusion about who is who between the two of them.
And it's not like they're doing this because they find each other irresistibly attractive physically speaking. The body is fine, yeah, but this is about how they Feel, and how surprisingly easy it is to share this intimacy with each other along with everything else — and how much they both want to share it. Marc wants it a lot, so much so right now that it does surprise him.
Just not in a way that ruins the moment. Instead he's intensely aware of what those desperate noises are doing to him, it's totally at odds with the fact that he wants to take this slow so that he's not completely overwhelming Steven all at once. So for now at least he won't go for the pants, even though the way he's grinding into Steven with them on isn't leaving much to the imagination. ]
Is that what you want right now? My hands on you? [ He asks, in between the slow sucking kisses that he's trailing over Steven's chest. There's even a soft bite scattered there too, nothing too sharp, just enough for him to feel it. ]
And it's not like they're doing this because they find each other irresistibly attractive physically speaking. The body is fine, yeah, but this is about how they Feel, and how surprisingly easy it is to share this intimacy with each other along with everything else — and how much they both want to share it. Marc wants it a lot, so much so right now that it does surprise him.
Just not in a way that ruins the moment. Instead he's intensely aware of what those desperate noises are doing to him, it's totally at odds with the fact that he wants to take this slow so that he's not completely overwhelming Steven all at once. So for now at least he won't go for the pants, even though the way he's grinding into Steven with them on isn't leaving much to the imagination. ]
Is that what you want right now? My hands on you? [ He asks, in between the slow sucking kisses that he's trailing over Steven's chest. There's even a soft bite scattered there too, nothing too sharp, just enough for him to feel it. ]
[It is different. Different to when he kissed Layla. Different to any other date he's been on. Marc is handsome, yes, but-- it's more than that. It's about who he is, how surprisingly right it feels when they're together. It's how Marc treats him and hold him and tries to take care of him. It's more than Steven probably deserves at times.
But he's not thinking about that right now. He's grinding himself up, following Marc's rhythm. His fingers tangle through Marc's hair when his mouth moves over his chest, fingertips dragging over his scalp.]
I want-- [He trails off, debating. Is that what he wants? Maybe. Yes. But he wants so much... and he wants to do something for Marc in return.]
I want, um... the rest of your clothes off. Is that okay?
But he's not thinking about that right now. He's grinding himself up, following Marc's rhythm. His fingers tangle through Marc's hair when his mouth moves over his chest, fingertips dragging over his scalp.]
I want-- [He trails off, debating. Is that what he wants? Maybe. Yes. But he wants so much... and he wants to do something for Marc in return.]
I want, um... the rest of your clothes off. Is that okay?
...fair point. [He hadn't considered the whole getting up and wandering around thing, but. Yeah. That was the whole point of the cuff in the first place, right? Not that it did any good, since Marc had always just cuffed them back in when he got back. Replaced the tape on the door.
God, he was such a dick. He shakes his head at the apology.] I deserved that. You...didn't... [But he trails off, shaking his head again. He sounds like his mother now, doesn't he? You brought this on yourself, Marc.
Marc hadn't known what was going to happen when he set this all up. It had been completely impulsive, brought on by Steven acting affectionate through texts. He didn't know if Steven would see it as a date or even want it to be a date. He didn't know if Steven would say thanks but no thanks, he doesn't like Marc that way. There had been no expectations--but if there had been, they would've been exceeded beyond anything he could've hoped for. He didn't expect that cheek kiss, or for Steven to be enthusiastically interested in the idea of future dates, or to end up in Steven's lap, kissing him.
But he definitely didn't expect Steven to say "I love you." That is by far the biggest surprise yet. Then again, Steven is constantly surprising him, surpassing any expectations he could've had.]
I love you more.
[He crushes their lips together.]
God, he was such a dick. He shakes his head at the apology.] I deserved that. You...didn't... [But he trails off, shaking his head again. He sounds like his mother now, doesn't he? You brought this on yourself, Marc.
Marc hadn't known what was going to happen when he set this all up. It had been completely impulsive, brought on by Steven acting affectionate through texts. He didn't know if Steven would see it as a date or even want it to be a date. He didn't know if Steven would say thanks but no thanks, he doesn't like Marc that way. There had been no expectations--but if there had been, they would've been exceeded beyond anything he could've hoped for. He didn't expect that cheek kiss, or for Steven to be enthusiastically interested in the idea of future dates, or to end up in Steven's lap, kissing him.
But he definitely didn't expect Steven to say "I love you." That is by far the biggest surprise yet. Then again, Steven is constantly surprising him, surpassing any expectations he could've had.]
I love you more.
[He crushes their lips together.]
[ It's hard not to chuckle at a question like that at this point, since they're way past anything like modesty, but Marc keeps it to an affectionately amused huff of breath against Steven's skin, shifting his weight over onto one elbow so he's got one hand free without having to pull back too far. ]
Yeah. We can do that.
[ Steven could do it himself, and Marc's not going to complain if he reaches down to help, but he's fully capable of hooking a thumb into the waistband of both his loose sweatpants and the boxer briefs below them and carefully tugging them down over his hips. It's just a little more challenging since he's already hard — how could he not be from the way they've been rubbing against each other? — but he's managed before.
It's probably better that he takes that step first though. It might make Steven feel a little less shy about doing the same, when he's ready to. In the meantime if he wants to look or touch or do both, Marc's ready for it. ]
Yeah. We can do that.
[ Steven could do it himself, and Marc's not going to complain if he reaches down to help, but he's fully capable of hooking a thumb into the waistband of both his loose sweatpants and the boxer briefs below them and carefully tugging them down over his hips. It's just a little more challenging since he's already hard — how could he not be from the way they've been rubbing against each other? — but he's managed before.
It's probably better that he takes that step first though. It might make Steven feel a little less shy about doing the same, when he's ready to. In the meantime if he wants to look or touch or do both, Marc's ready for it. ]
[Okay, in retrospect, maybe it was just a tiny bit silly. But-- Steven doesn't want to say or do something to make Marc uncomfortable, or to make this all fade away like some dream he'll never get back. He's terrified of embarrassing himself or making Marc uncomfortable or... a million other little worries that seem to always follow Steven when he lets himself get worked up.
They're almost subdued when he watches Marc strip away the last layer of his clothes, his mouth going dry as he watches - and then thinks he shouldn't watch and tries to direct his eyes up.
Only it doesn't last for long. He reaches out after a moment to rest his hands against Marc's waist tentatively before he starts trying to nudge forward to switch their positions. It will be easier if their positions are switched after all.]
Oh, Marc...
They're almost subdued when he watches Marc strip away the last layer of his clothes, his mouth going dry as he watches - and then thinks he shouldn't watch and tries to direct his eyes up.
Only it doesn't last for long. He reaches out after a moment to rest his hands against Marc's waist tentatively before he starts trying to nudge forward to switch their positions. It will be easier if their positions are switched after all.]
Oh, Marc...
[Steven isn't-- he doesn't think it's so surprising? But then Marc is always so hard on himself, isn't he? Wants to push everybody away before they actually get close. But Steven was... made to protect Marc. He was made to be kind and to care and, well... Marc could use more people in his life that love him besides Layla, besides him.
But it's also not something to press when Marc is kissing him in a way that has his heart skipping beats, that makes him feel overwhelmed in the best of ways. There's a noise that leaves his throat, low and eager, as he returns the kiss. One hand slides up to curl loosely through Marc's hair while the other stays around his waist, holding him close as possible.
He just lets himself melt into the kiss for now, coaxing it a bit deeper - tentative, but eager. He doesn't think he'll ever get tired of getting to kiss Marc like this, ever want to stop. They don't even have to go further than this. He's happy right where he is right now.]
But it's also not something to press when Marc is kissing him in a way that has his heart skipping beats, that makes him feel overwhelmed in the best of ways. There's a noise that leaves his throat, low and eager, as he returns the kiss. One hand slides up to curl loosely through Marc's hair while the other stays around his waist, holding him close as possible.
He just lets himself melt into the kiss for now, coaxing it a bit deeper - tentative, but eager. He doesn't think he'll ever get tired of getting to kiss Marc like this, ever want to stop. They don't even have to go further than this. He's happy right where he is right now.]
[ Of course Steven would still think to avert his eyes, as if there's some modesty to preserve here, but Marc won't call him out on this one. He'll learn, probably pretty quickly, that there's no need to be shy, not with him, not in general and especially not now. They'll get there, there's no reason to try to rush things. Which is also why he's easy to nudge, as despite being the one with more experience he's more than fine with letting Steven figure things out himself.
If he needs encouragement or a little guidance Marc's here for him, in the meantime he's rolling onto his back at the gentle nudging, though he does pull Steven with him for another kiss along the way, impulsive and heated, because whatever Steven does decide to do with the opportunity he wants it. And at least a half dozen other things that immediately come to mind, but they'll get to it.
Assuming that neither of them comes to the sudden realization that this is too much, though that seems less and less likely the farther they go. ]
Show me what you want to do.
If he needs encouragement or a little guidance Marc's here for him, in the meantime he's rolling onto his back at the gentle nudging, though he does pull Steven with him for another kiss along the way, impulsive and heated, because whatever Steven does decide to do with the opportunity he wants it. And at least a half dozen other things that immediately come to mind, but they'll get to it.
Assuming that neither of them comes to the sudden realization that this is too much, though that seems less and less likely the farther they go. ]
Show me what you want to do.
[One hand comes to rest on Steven's chest, flat and firm. Not pushing him down or groping or doing anything else. Just--resting there. Feeling. He can feel Steven's heart, his breath. That heart and breath that they used to share. God he loves this man. He loves this man beyond words.
His tongue tentatively pushes past their lips into Steven's mouth. He's overwhelmed, too. They'll probably have to end the kiss soon. Besides, there's still plates on the table and shit that need to be cleaned. But for now...he'll enjoy this for as long as he can.]
His tongue tentatively pushes past their lips into Steven's mouth. He's overwhelmed, too. They'll probably have to end the kiss soon. Besides, there's still plates on the table and shit that need to be cleaned. But for now...he'll enjoy this for as long as he can.]
[It's silly. He knows it is. But this is all new, and-- okay, they should technically have the same body, but it's hard to see himself the way he sees Marc. It's hard to look at him and see just himself sometimes.
Especially when Marc seems to be trusting him so completely, rolling back to let him touch as he wants. He shifts until he's hovering over Marc, one hand planted on the bed while the other-- slides down over his body appreciatively, adoringly.
He can't imagine stopping now, even if he has no bloody idea what he's doing exactly. Eyes dart up to meet Marc's briefly before he leans forward to press a soft kiss to the center of Marc's chest, just over his heart.]
Oh my days, Marc... How do I even start? There's-- so much.
Especially when Marc seems to be trusting him so completely, rolling back to let him touch as he wants. He shifts until he's hovering over Marc, one hand planted on the bed while the other-- slides down over his body appreciatively, adoringly.
He can't imagine stopping now, even if he has no bloody idea what he's doing exactly. Eyes dart up to meet Marc's briefly before he leans forward to press a soft kiss to the center of Marc's chest, just over his heart.]
Oh my days, Marc... How do I even start? There's-- so much.
[His heart is beating fast, excitement and nervousness mixing into a dizzying combination. He kisses back eagerly until he can't anymore-- until he's pulling away to catch his breath, to look up at Marc.
He can't help a smile at the sight of him, just-- happy. That's all. He just feels happy. For everything they've been through, all the wrong things int heir life, this-- feels right. It feels good. Like something he's been waiting his whole life for.]
Marc-- [There's just the softest laugh as he reaches up to brush his hair back.]
We should, um-- we should finish our dinner, yeah?
He can't help a smile at the sight of him, just-- happy. That's all. He just feels happy. For everything they've been through, all the wrong things int heir life, this-- feels right. It feels good. Like something he's been waiting his whole life for.]
Marc-- [There's just the softest laugh as he reaches up to brush his hair back.]
We should, um-- we should finish our dinner, yeah?
[ Marc's not great at expressing himself even under the best circumstances, as it is there's no way he could tell Steven just how much that kind of touch does for him. Not that he's self-conscious about his body, but being able to feel something almost like reverence in the way Steven's fingers and eyes roam over him, knowing that there's no hidden secrets left that would change this, it's a lot for him too. But maybe it's alright that he doesn't know how to say it, he can still sift his hands through Steven's hair, tangling his fingers through it and exhaling a heavy breath when the man's lips brush over his skin.
He has no doubt that Steven would try anything he asked for, and there probably isn't much that they wouldn't both like, it's just that some things are more involved than others. But if Steven needs some input on where to start, Marc's got an idea of his own. ]
You could start with taking your pants off.
[ Which might involve loosening his grip on Steven's hair, but as soon as he's equally naked Marc won't waste any time in drawing him right back up, close enough for another kiss, and, just as importantly, straddling him in a way that lets them grind up against each other without any clothing in the way. ]
He has no doubt that Steven would try anything he asked for, and there probably isn't much that they wouldn't both like, it's just that some things are more involved than others. But if Steven needs some input on where to start, Marc's got an idea of his own. ]
You could start with taking your pants off.
[ Which might involve loosening his grip on Steven's hair, but as soon as he's equally naked Marc won't waste any time in drawing him right back up, close enough for another kiss, and, just as importantly, straddling him in a way that lets them grind up against each other without any clothing in the way. ]
[Marc nods, taking mental note that Steven broke the kiss literally moments before he himself would've. It's not surprising that they're in sync like that, but it is reassuring. He presses a final, brief kiss to Steven's lips before getting out of his lap and returning to his own seat, hiding a smile.
He thinks this might just be the best day of his life so far. The happiest he's ever been. Which makes him feel a modicum of guilt over Layla again. But he can't let that spoil this.]
He thinks this might just be the best day of his life so far. The happiest he's ever been. Which makes him feel a modicum of guilt over Layla again. But he can't let that spoil this.]
... I'm not sure I've ever seen you smile like that.
[Steven can't help but note it because he can't-- stop from looking at Marc, even if he's trying to keep it hidden away. He's smiling like a right idiot anyway. If it could happen in real life, he's rather sure he would have little hearts floating above his head right now, with how absolutely brilliant he feels.
It may be the happiest day of his life as well.]
I like it.
[Steven can't help but note it because he can't-- stop from looking at Marc, even if he's trying to keep it hidden away. He's smiling like a right idiot anyway. If it could happen in real life, he's rather sure he would have little hearts floating above his head right now, with how absolutely brilliant he feels.
It may be the happiest day of his life as well.]
I like it.
[Marc had tried to hide his ridiculous smile, though Steven's reaction makes him question why.
Old habits, or something?]
Yeah? Well, it's all your fault, you know. [And then quieter:] I like it, too. [Not his actual smile. He doesn't like the way he looks when he smiles. But being happy enough to smile? Oh, yeah. He likes that.]
Old habits, or something?]
Yeah? Well, it's all your fault, you know. [And then quieter:] I like it, too. [Not his actual smile. He doesn't like the way he looks when he smiles. But being happy enough to smile? Oh, yeah. He likes that.]
[He slides a hand across the table to take Marc's in his, giving it a careful squeeze.]
Right then, I suppose I can take the blame for that. I'll have to keep it up as well, yeah?
[Because maybe Marc doesn't like to see himself smiling, but Steven happens to love it.]
Right then, I suppose I can take the blame for that. I'll have to keep it up as well, yeah?
[Because maybe Marc doesn't like to see himself smiling, but Steven happens to love it.]
Right--
[There's an almost coy smile at that suggestion. It seems silly to be self-conscious, but-- he is. Just a bit. There's no way to hide his obvious arousal once he starts working his sleep bottoms and underwear down and off. There's a rather obvious proof of it that springs free of the confinement of his garments, brings more heat to his face.
But he throws the clothes somewhere off the side of the bed before he's pulled back up for another kiss and tangled back into Marc, their bodies close enough that they move together, skin against skin, in a way that draws a desperate whine from his lips. Oh, that's-- so bloody fantastic.]
Marc-- [There's a careful nip to Marc's lower lip.] I don't know how I will ever get enough of you...
[There's an almost coy smile at that suggestion. It seems silly to be self-conscious, but-- he is. Just a bit. There's no way to hide his obvious arousal once he starts working his sleep bottoms and underwear down and off. There's a rather obvious proof of it that springs free of the confinement of his garments, brings more heat to his face.
But he throws the clothes somewhere off the side of the bed before he's pulled back up for another kiss and tangled back into Marc, their bodies close enough that they move together, skin against skin, in a way that draws a desperate whine from his lips. Oh, that's-- so bloody fantastic.]
Marc-- [There's a careful nip to Marc's lower lip.] I don't know how I will ever get enough of you...
[ It's a lot harder to be self-conscious about anything when Marc's kissing him, right? That's the idea anyway. If he can keep Steven distracted then he won't start thinking too much about it and flustering himself all over again, which isn't necessary at all because honestly he's doing just fine. Inexperienced, yeah, maybe a little fumbling, but not in a way that's ruining the mood at all, Steven's earnest nature is one of the things that Marc admires so much about him, and it's no different here and now, when they're getting more intimate than ever.
Marc's still lingering at his mouth, sighing softly when those teeth catch on his lip, because even the small things are doing a lot for him here, but he's also slipping a hand down between them, carefully wrapping his fingers around Steven's cock, his thumb rubbing against his own. While it's not the most precise angle it works well enough.
Good enough to encourage Steven to thrust into that grip, it won't take much to start slicking things up a little in the process. He's already going to be partially muffling a groan against Steven's mouth before they've even gotten that far though. ]
We can work on that.
Marc's still lingering at his mouth, sighing softly when those teeth catch on his lip, because even the small things are doing a lot for him here, but he's also slipping a hand down between them, carefully wrapping his fingers around Steven's cock, his thumb rubbing against his own. While it's not the most precise angle it works well enough.
Good enough to encourage Steven to thrust into that grip, it won't take much to start slicking things up a little in the process. He's already going to be partially muffling a groan against Steven's mouth before they've even gotten that far though. ]
We can work on that.
[Oh, the kissing is very distracting. It's so easy to melt into, to get lost in. Steven may not know what he's doing, but Marc certainly seems to know. It sends tingles through Steven, makes him ache for so much more--
And oh-- oh<.i>. The warmth of that hand around him. It draws aw himper from him, makes him jerk forward before he can even stop himself. It seems to be what Marc wants anyway.]
Marc-- Marc... [His voice is pinched, strained as he pulls away to try to catch his breath, ducking his head. He can't quite bring himself to look at Marc. He feels so overwhelmed, out of control. It's equal parts amazing and terrifying.
And he doesn't want it to end. If he could stay tangled up with Marc the rest of the night, he thinks he'd be a happy man.
He rolls his hips forward, instinctively seeking out more friction as he presses his lips along Marc's neck, down to his collar, tentative kisses and nips scattered eagerly along his skin between muffled moans and breathless pants.]
Oh my days-- Marc...
And oh-- oh<.i>. The warmth of that hand around him. It draws aw himper from him, makes him jerk forward before he can even stop himself. It seems to be what Marc wants anyway.]
Marc-- Marc... [His voice is pinched, strained as he pulls away to try to catch his breath, ducking his head. He can't quite bring himself to look at Marc. He feels so overwhelmed, out of control. It's equal parts amazing and terrifying.
And he doesn't want it to end. If he could stay tangled up with Marc the rest of the night, he thinks he'd be a happy man.
He rolls his hips forward, instinctively seeking out more friction as he presses his lips along Marc's neck, down to his collar, tentative kisses and nips scattered eagerly along his skin between muffled moans and breathless pants.]
Oh my days-- Marc...
[ Physically it's not so different from the way he might relieve tension on his own, but the difference between it just being his own hand and the way his hand is there now just to hold them in place makes it feel like something else entirely. Even knowing what to expect only does so much, he's right there with Steven when it comes to that exhilarating rush that neither of them has any real control over at the moment.
More noises follow, groans and softer grunts that express just how good it feels when Steven's rocking into it. He is too, he just has less leverage from his position. That's fine, it's just as good to encourage Steven into it, squeezing and stroking in time with his movements, while he feels his way into a rhythm, while his other hand drags over Steven's back and into his hair, gripping and digging in along the way, whatever he can do to keep him as close as possible.
He's got a feeling that Steven won't be able to hold onto any kind of self-control for long at this rate, but he doesn't mind that either. He's chasing whatever feels good, more for Steven than for himself, until they're both fully exhausted. ]
Just like that, Steven. Fuck... [ He's probably going to leave at least a couple of obvious marks on Steven's neck, where he's kissed and sucked a little too hard. He can't help it, he's distracted. ] Don't stop.
More noises follow, groans and softer grunts that express just how good it feels when Steven's rocking into it. He is too, he just has less leverage from his position. That's fine, it's just as good to encourage Steven into it, squeezing and stroking in time with his movements, while he feels his way into a rhythm, while his other hand drags over Steven's back and into his hair, gripping and digging in along the way, whatever he can do to keep him as close as possible.
He's got a feeling that Steven won't be able to hold onto any kind of self-control for long at this rate, but he doesn't mind that either. He's chasing whatever feels good, more for Steven than for himself, until they're both fully exhausted. ]
Just like that, Steven. Fuck... [ He's probably going to leave at least a couple of obvious marks on Steven's neck, where he's kissed and sucked a little too hard. He can't help it, he's distracted. ] Don't stop.
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