[Steven can't stop the way his hips jerk when Marc picks up the pace, eyes going wide as he reflexively grabs for the sheets, something to grab on to. He'd never in his days really considered-- this. He's never really thought too much about intimacy in general, always figuring he'd not have it for one reason or another. Even touching himself, it was done quickly and usually in the shower to wash the evidence and embarrassment away.
But Marc-- oh, he's giving him such wonderful ideas. His knowledge might be a bit-- limited, but he can still imagine tangled limbs and mingled pants, and Marc coming inside of him, or the things he could pant in his ear...
There's a noise that tangles in his throat at the question, his eyes darting down to look at Marc before he looks up, embarrassed to gawk too much.]
Yes-- yes. [He's not confident he can handle all of it, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to try, especially for Marc. He can tolerate discomfort if it means getting Marc close again.]
I want you, Marc... so very badly. [He feels like he's not quite-- good at this. Like he's not fumbling the right words out, but they're earnest at least, eager despite any nervousness.]
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But Marc-- oh, he's giving him such wonderful ideas. His knowledge might be a bit-- limited, but he can still imagine tangled limbs and mingled pants, and Marc coming inside of him, or the things he could pant in his ear...
There's a noise that tangles in his throat at the question, his eyes darting down to look at Marc before he looks up, embarrassed to gawk too much.]
Yes-- yes. [He's not confident he can handle all of it, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to try, especially for Marc. He can tolerate discomfort if it means getting Marc close again.]
I want you, Marc... so very badly. [He feels like he's not quite-- good at this. Like he's not fumbling the right words out, but they're earnest at least, eager despite any nervousness.]