[ It's tight, as tight as he'd imagined it would be given how it felt when he was using his fingers, but the fact that it's tight around his cock instead makes it feels completely different. Even if he tried he couldn't possibly explain, it's more than just the pure physical sensation, though that would have been enough to steal his breath and make his heart race even faster, as the hand braced in the sheets grasps tight, a shudder racing through him as he holds still. It's not so tight that it's uncomfortable - it's a lot but he can take it - and he knows that's a testament to how much Steven trusts him. Because he might be struggling against the instinct to tense up, but Marc's sure that if there was any hint of uncertainty Steven would be having a much harder time.
He could push harder, but he won't, not until he feels Steven relax around him and willingly take more, and they'll just keep going like that until they hit a limit somewhere.
And he might not be one for the stereotypical sweet caresses and romantic words, but he is good with his mouth in other ways, and at the moment it's with slow, heated kisses scattering over Steven's collarbone and his throat, occasionally drifting back up to his mouth, and Marc's free hand is roaming along his side when he's not using it to brace one or both of them when he's ready to shift again.
When Steven stutters or fumbles he's there to reassure him with that steady touch and expressive sounds that probably do more than words alone could have done to convey how intense and perfect this is for him too. ]
I know it's selfish, but... [ He pauses, swallowing back a groan. He's so close now. ] I'm glad that you chose me. For this.
[It's so much more intense somehow. More than he'd ever imagined, like all his focus is on their bodies, on Marc, and nothing else matters at all. That's fine by him, no matter how overwhelming and scary it may be at times. He-- trusts Marc, and a bigger part of him just wants this. Wants all of it. He likes how he feels, his heart hammering in his chest, the too-full feeling as Marc keeps sinking in deeper.
Oh, and that mouth-- Oh, how wonderful are those? He sighs out, whines with pleasure as lips move over his skin, back to his lips where he messily tries to return the attention. He doesn't rightly know what to do with his hands, what to do in general, so he finds himself hanging on. Fingers sink into Marc's carefully gelled curls that hardly look so prim and proper now, his heel digs in somewhere along Marc's back as he shivers.
The discomfort fades to a background noise eventually, and pleasure takes over. Pleasure in how much it feels like Marc is filling him up, stretching him, and the pleasure that lights up his nerves when he seems to find just the right angle.
He tentatively rolls his hips up, following Marc's pace and rhythm. There's an easy, breathless smile at Marc's words.]
I feel like one of the luckiest blokes right now... [He confesses quietly, still able to look look a little abashed at the confession.]
You're so gorgeous, Marc... inside and out. [Whether or not he sees it himself, Steven can see it so very clearly.]
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He could push harder, but he won't, not until he feels Steven relax around him and willingly take more, and they'll just keep going like that until they hit a limit somewhere.
And he might not be one for the stereotypical sweet caresses and romantic words, but he is good with his mouth in other ways, and at the moment it's with slow, heated kisses scattering over Steven's collarbone and his throat, occasionally drifting back up to his mouth, and Marc's free hand is roaming along his side when he's not using it to brace one or both of them when he's ready to shift again.
When Steven stutters or fumbles he's there to reassure him with that steady touch and expressive sounds that probably do more than words alone could have done to convey how intense and perfect this is for him too. ]
I know it's selfish, but... [ He pauses, swallowing back a groan. He's so close now. ] I'm glad that you chose me. For this.
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Oh, and that mouth-- Oh, how wonderful are those? He sighs out, whines with pleasure as lips move over his skin, back to his lips where he messily tries to return the attention. He doesn't rightly know what to do with his hands, what to do in general, so he finds himself hanging on. Fingers sink into Marc's carefully gelled curls that hardly look so prim and proper now, his heel digs in somewhere along Marc's back as he shivers.
The discomfort fades to a background noise eventually, and pleasure takes over. Pleasure in how much it feels like Marc is filling him up, stretching him, and the pleasure that lights up his nerves when he seems to find just the right angle.
He tentatively rolls his hips up, following Marc's pace and rhythm. There's an easy, breathless smile at Marc's words.]
I feel like one of the luckiest blokes right now... [He confesses quietly, still able to look look a little abashed at the confession.]
You're so gorgeous, Marc... inside and out. [Whether or not he sees it himself, Steven can see it so very clearly.]