[ Steven definitely isn't the only one feeling touch starved, Marc's just had years of practice at repressing it. ]
i think we could start with that since i'm not in bed right now anyway
[ He won't say it, but there's an undeniable charm to Steven's tousled hair and clothes after he's been rolling around in the bed for a while. Or in the morning when he's just woken up. ]
you can come out and join me whenever you're ready
[If that's what Marc likes, that's what he gets when Steven unchains himself from bed and comes to find Marc. His hair is mussed and his oversized sleepshirt is hanging as he gives a bit of a grin at the other.
Something torn between excited and flustered all at once. It seems like the butterflies never leave when it involves Marc.
He also gets a lapful of Steven straddling him soon enough, hopefully not too clumsily as he slides his arms around his shoulders to brace himself.]
[ Marc has doubts about whether or not he'll ever get used to this. Being able to see and hear and talk to Steven like this, let alone the specifics of what they've been doing with that kind of autonomy, is just not something he ever thought he would have wanted. Until the Duat anyway, but he still wouldn't have let himself get caught up in thinking about impossible 'what if's. Which meant that he was fully unprepared for this.
But that didn't stop him from accepting it. Just like he shifts easily now to make room for Steven on his lap, letting his own arms slide around Steven's waist and leaning forward into it. He's shirtless he has been for a while now, the only thing he didn't bother to take off was a pair of boxers, since it's just the two of them here without even an overbearing god barging in whenever he feels like it.
Not that Marc would have cared much anyway but he can imagine how embarrassed Steven would be on his behalf if anyone caught him looking like this. ]
Hey.
[ He's already close enough that he's almost nuzzling at Steven's chest, but he tips his head back so that they're facing each other instead. ]
If I really wanted to sleep I should have just come to bed, huh?
[No, it isn't the sort of thing that's-- easy to get used to, is it? Steven isn't any more certain that he'll get used to it either. But-- he likes this. What they do. He doesn't think he'd trade it, even if their connection to each other has changed from living inside of each other to living with each other.
Maybe it's wrong, the connections they seek out now with each other. But it doesn't feel like it when Marc's arms around him and he's looking at him like-- he's something special. Like he's worth all of this.
There's a flush that creeps up from his neck, towards his cheeks as Marc nuzzles into him, a slow smile tugging at his lips.]
But you don't want to sleep, yeah?
[He slides his hands up through Marc's hair, stroking through it gently. Then he leans in to press a kiss to his lips, letting it linger.]
[ Steven's probably rubbing off on him, because Marc finds it easier all the time to let himself relax into this. He might have started it, more or less on an impulse he still hasn't tried to examine too closely, but Steven's genuine openness about expressing these things is mirrored in the way that Marc reaches out to touch him too. In this case it's smoothing out his palms over Steven's back while he leans into the kiss with a muffled hum of agreement. ]
No, we don't.
[ It might be a little unexpected to realize that he would have wanted this much even if more immediate sleep had been his goal here, just the kissing and the intimacy, it's nice.
He could go with that too, would have if Steven had been stubborn about not losing the sleep, but considering how thar conversation went Marc knows that he's the only one with that kind of thing on his mind now. The kind that has him dropping his hands lower, still gripping and squeezing as he slowly pulls Steven more tightly to him. ]
[It's what Steven's-- here for, right? To hopefully make things better for Marc, to help him out. Show him it's... okay to open up, to be a little bit vulnerable. Or maybe that's a pretty lie he's telling himself because he thrills under Marc's attention and the way he cares about him.
Marc's-- handsome and charming and protective. He looks at Steven like he's-- someone special and precious. He gave up paradise to come back for him, like an absolute bloody fool. How can Steven not be head over heels for that?
And he likes to think that it does help Marc in a way. It's not hard to notice the way he returns those touches, how much he seems to appreciate touch and affection, how much effort he puts in for Steven to be just that much more open.
Not that it's all just affection right now. There's a noise when Marc's hands grip at him in a way that sends want coiling through him. He lets out a soft noise. It's-- definitely not easy to be as vocal when this isn't a text. He can't reword everything fifty times before sending it. Marc can see him flush and fuss and attempt to not panic over whether he's coming off like an absolute knobhead instead of a suave or sexy.
For someone who's generally full of words, who can chat all day, Steven fumbles a bit here. Instead, he takes some time to kiss along Marc's jaw, to nuzzle in against his neck.]
I was thinking-- um. [There's a careful, tentative rake of teeth somewhere along Marc's neck.]
I would like to... ride you, yeah? In my pocket-- I brought some stuff from the bedroom. [Because it would be bloody awful to have to get up in the middle for lube, right? Right.]
[ Marc knows that eventually Steven's going to get the hang of this, of them, just like he is, and he probably won't be as prone to fumble and stutter whenever he's not fully preoccupied in a heated moment, but that's never bothered him. It's just one of those things that Steven does that's just sweet when he knows how damn genuine the man behind it is, and now even when he does chuckle or roll his eyes it's only with affection, he knows that if he's patient Steven will get around to it.
And Steven's patient with him and his introversion, reciprocating isn't actually hard. Not since they got to know each other better, more than ever lately. He can't even begin to describe how it feels, to not have that loneliness constantly weighing him down.
Besides, he likes knowing that he's said or done something that gets Steven worked up in a good way, and he's absolutely encouraging him to keep talking, despite sometimes saying that Steven could stand to talk less. That doesn't apply here. ]
Do you like it when I tell you how good that feels? [ Riding him, that is, but he's also liking Steven's mouth on his neck, if the way he's tipping his head for it is any indication. And since Steven's got the same idea he had it's too tempting to resist turning that slight friction between them into a slow roll of his hips, just enough to press the hard length of his arousal right between Steven's legs. ] You don't have to be embarrassed about it if you like the dirty talk too.
[ Or if it doesn't do a lot for him, that's good to know. ]
[Marc is so much more hopeful than Steven is, then. He's not sure he'll ever get the hang of it. He'll certainly never be as smooth as Marc Spector. But that's okay, because Marc seems to like it, and that's the important bit. If he wants him, then Steven is glad to fumble his way through the awkwardness and eat up all the affection he can get out of Marc. Those little moments make everything worth it --
And oh, this is nice too.
The way Marc offers his neck up for Steven's eager exploration, the way he moves and arches beneath him. He's nowhere near as charming or handsome as the man beneath him, similar looks or no, and it's... beyond flattering to know he's wanted in so many ways by him. The proof is shown in so many ways, but especially the hard length pressed up against him that makes his breath hitch. He pauses as he debates how to answer that.
But Marc tells him not to be embarrassed--]
I always love hearing you talk. [That's the simple truth of it. Marc doesn't do it all that often and hearing his voice? Oh, but it's very welcome. He shifts up to press another lingering kiss to Marc's lips.]
And I like knowing how good I make you feel. [He murmurs with as much confidence as he can muster.]
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i think we could start with that since i'm not in bed right now anyway
[ He won't say it, but there's an undeniable charm to Steven's tousled hair and clothes after he's been rolling around in the bed for a while. Or in the morning when he's just woken up. ]
you can come out and join me whenever you're ready
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Something torn between excited and flustered all at once. It seems like the butterflies never leave when it involves Marc.
He also gets a lapful of Steven straddling him soon enough, hopefully not too clumsily as he slides his arms around his shoulders to brace himself.]
Hey, love.
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But that didn't stop him from accepting it. Just like he shifts easily now to make room for Steven on his lap, letting his own arms slide around Steven's waist and leaning forward into it. He's shirtless he has been for a while now, the only thing he didn't bother to take off was a pair of boxers, since it's just the two of them here without even an overbearing god barging in whenever he feels like it.
Not that Marc would have cared much anyway but he can imagine how embarrassed Steven would be on his behalf if anyone caught him looking like this. ]
Hey.
[ He's already close enough that he's almost nuzzling at Steven's chest, but he tips his head back so that they're facing each other instead. ]
If I really wanted to sleep I should have just come to bed, huh?
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Maybe it's wrong, the connections they seek out now with each other. But it doesn't feel like it when Marc's arms around him and he's looking at him like-- he's something special. Like he's worth all of this.
There's a flush that creeps up from his neck, towards his cheeks as Marc nuzzles into him, a slow smile tugging at his lips.]
But you don't want to sleep, yeah?
[He slides his hands up through Marc's hair, stroking through it gently. Then he leans in to press a kiss to his lips, letting it linger.]
And we don't need the bed for that.
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No, we don't.
[ It might be a little unexpected to realize that he would have wanted this much even if more immediate sleep had been his goal here, just the kissing and the intimacy, it's nice.
He could go with that too, would have if Steven had been stubborn about not losing the sleep, but considering how thar conversation went Marc knows that he's the only one with that kind of thing on his mind now. The kind that has him dropping his hands lower, still gripping and squeezing as he slowly pulls Steven more tightly to him. ]
Tell me what you wanted to do on my lap.
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Marc's-- handsome and charming and protective. He looks at Steven like he's-- someone special and precious. He gave up paradise to come back for him, like an absolute bloody fool. How can Steven not be head over heels for that?
And he likes to think that it does help Marc in a way. It's not hard to notice the way he returns those touches, how much he seems to appreciate touch and affection, how much effort he puts in for Steven to be just that much more open.
Not that it's all just affection right now. There's a noise when Marc's hands grip at him in a way that sends want coiling through him. He lets out a soft noise. It's-- definitely not easy to be as vocal when this isn't a text. He can't reword everything fifty times before sending it. Marc can see him flush and fuss and attempt to not panic over whether he's coming off like an absolute knobhead instead of a suave or sexy.
For someone who's generally full of words, who can chat all day, Steven fumbles a bit here. Instead, he takes some time to kiss along Marc's jaw, to nuzzle in against his neck.]
I was thinking-- um. [There's a careful, tentative rake of teeth somewhere along Marc's neck.]
I would like to... ride you, yeah? In my pocket-- I brought some stuff from the bedroom. [Because it would be bloody awful to have to get up in the middle for lube, right? Right.]
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And Steven's patient with him and his introversion, reciprocating isn't actually hard. Not since they got to know each other better, more than ever lately. He can't even begin to describe how it feels, to not have that loneliness constantly weighing him down.
Besides, he likes knowing that he's said or done something that gets Steven worked up in a good way, and he's absolutely encouraging him to keep talking, despite sometimes saying that Steven could stand to talk less. That doesn't apply here. ]
Do you like it when I tell you how good that feels? [ Riding him, that is, but he's also liking Steven's mouth on his neck, if the way he's tipping his head for it is any indication. And since Steven's got the same idea he had it's too tempting to resist turning that slight friction between them into a slow roll of his hips, just enough to press the hard length of his arousal right between Steven's legs. ] You don't have to be embarrassed about it if you like the dirty talk too.
[ Or if it doesn't do a lot for him, that's good to know. ]
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And oh, this is nice too.
The way Marc offers his neck up for Steven's eager exploration, the way he moves and arches beneath him. He's nowhere near as charming or handsome as the man beneath him, similar looks or no, and it's... beyond flattering to know he's wanted in so many ways by him. The proof is shown in so many ways, but especially the hard length pressed up against him that makes his breath hitch. He pauses as he debates how to answer that.
But Marc tells him not to be embarrassed--]
I always love hearing you talk. [That's the simple truth of it. Marc doesn't do it all that often and hearing his voice? Oh, but it's very welcome. He shifts up to press another lingering kiss to Marc's lips.]
And I like knowing how good I make you feel. [He murmurs with as much confidence as he can muster.]
Tell me what you want, right now?