[Marc's breath catches in his throat. It's his own hand. He knows it is, but it's still Steven. The touch isn't like his. It's different still. He bites at his lower lip briefly as those fingers creep even lower. He can't help the way his body responds, half hard already.
Maybe he's been a little too eager for this.]
I don't care, not as long as it's you, Steven... [Right now, if it's Steven touching him, that's enough to drive him wild enough.]
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Maybe he's been a little too eager for this.]
I don't care, not as long as it's you, Steven... [Right now, if it's Steven touching him, that's enough to drive him wild enough.]
I like what you're doing right now though.