[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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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.]