[It's always such a vague sensation when either of them takes control but Steven swears he can feel the heat of Marc's body beneath his fingertips, like a ghost of a touch, and it encourages him to continue. His gaze is fixated on Marc even if he feels shy about it, his hand ghosting down further over the soft line of hair that disappears below his navel.]
Yeah. Probably until you drive me mad and I can't help myself anymore. [The idea heats up his face but also drives the longing he feels from the inside out. He wishes they could truly touch, that he could reach through the mirror and fall into bed with Marc instead.
Fingers continue to stroke teasingly below Marc's navel and over the jut of his hips, toying with the edge of his pants.] How do you like to be touched?
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Yeah. Probably until you drive me mad and I can't help myself anymore. [The idea heats up his face but also drives the longing he feels from the inside out. He wishes they could truly touch, that he could reach through the mirror and fall into bed with Marc instead.
Fingers continue to stroke teasingly below Marc's navel and over the jut of his hips, toying with the edge of his pants.] How do you like to be touched?