[Steven remains on his side watching him, comfortable despite being "inside." He's happy just seeing Marc attempting to relax, even if he's nervous. Maybe it is easier not being the one in control but he's glad Marc is trying.]
Does this mean you want to spend more time with me beyond me rambling in your ear? [He smiles, just teasing, because he knows that's the whole point. It doesn't stop Steven from being nervous too because this is all so new.]
I'm... certainly enjoying the view from this angle. [His face heats up immediately but he blurted it out so - there.]
[It is different saying and hearing these things versus texting them, or some other communication that isn't face to face. Bold as Steven tries to be he still gets shy under Marc's attention, like now, flustered at the simple compliment. It makes his legs curl up a little on his reflection of the bed, head ducking just a bit, but he doesn't look away.]
I like seeing you... relaxed. Less tense, I suppose.
[Fingers drum a little on the bed before Steven stills, taking a deep breath, and he tries to push toward the front a little more, to take subtle control over Marc's fingers, his hand, letting his touch smooth gently over his chest where it was resting.]
[It's very different, yeah. But-- it's not bad. IT's maybe a little better in Marc's opinion. He gets to actually hear the words, see the genuine reactions rather than imagine.
... It's always a little odd, losing some control. It's like your arm going to sleep without all the pins and needles. Not bad, and he's not worried with Steven doing it.
Maybe he's even... proud in some little way, with Steven taking control, doing what he clearly wants to do.
There's a soft sigh as fingers move over his chest, and he nods his head.]
Yeah... it is.
[Now would be a good time for a kiss, or to touch in return, but he can't... do that, so Steven gets a lingering look in return.]
[He's thought so often of being able to touch Marc or engage with him actively like this, and even though they've talked about it, it's different doing so. Even though he can't really "touch" him, even if it isn't his own hand in that moment, it amazes him they can do this much at all... that Marc can see him.
He's focused on every little reaction, even the smallest of sighs hitting Steven deep, and the fingers continue to stroke gently over Marc's chest like he would if he was there.]
About how much I wish I could kiss you. [Steven smiles a little at that, knowing it's wishful thinking. The hand continues a little lower over Marc's stomach, his own hand mirroring the touch as it wanders down his own body, despite laying on his side.] You look so comfortable. It would be nice to lie down beside you.
I know. [He'd like to kiss, to touch. He'd like to do all that stuff. But it's-- not going to help them to dwell on it, is it? Better to keep their thoughts directed elsewhere. It's why he shifts a little, turning his body to face Steven a little more.]
You're next to me. [His eyes trail over Steven, lingering over him for a moment.]
You'd make it pretty hard to just sit still if you were right here, you know. I'd probably not be able to keep my hands off you.
[With Marc turned more toward him it's easier to pretend they really are side by side, and he tries to imagine how it would feel in person, how Marc would touch him. The idea sits hot in his stomach and fingers bunch there a little, curling Marc's hand into his own shirt too.]
Really? I think I'd like that... a lot, just to feel your hands all over my- my body.
[He takes a deep breath and shifts to stretch his legs out again, hand drifting lower to toy with the hem of Marc's shirt and slip under, palm smoothing over the warmth of his skin instead.] I think I'd like to be touched slowly.
[He breathes, heat settling in the pit of his stomach at the image in his head. What would Steven do if he touched him like that? He can picture the flush on his cheeks, deeper than it is now, and the awkward, uncertain movements he'd probably give in return.
It'd be perfect.
Not that this is bad. It's enough to have him aching for more already. He licks his lips and shifts a little, muscles tightening just a bit under the brush of fingers.]
Slow, huh? For how long... until you think you can't stand it at all?
[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?
[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.]
[Marc's reactions are well worth any of this and Steven is so fixated on him, so enamored by each little shift or sound, things he normally doesn't get out of Marc. It's nice to see him this relaxed though, to trust Steven enough to see him this way. It's new for both of them after all.]
All it takes is for it to be me, huh? [A gentle, fond tease, though he doesn't linger on it for long. The hand creeps lower still, fingers disappearing under the band of Marc's pants.]
I don't know how but I swear I can feel how warm you are...
[It's a little-- strange, isn't it? But not in a way that makes him want to stop. He gets to see Steven, watch his reactions. It's not nearly all he wants, but it's enough right now -- especially right now.
There's a hitch to his voice, a soft noise when fingers creep even lower.]
Shouldn't be that surprising... [He jokes back, managing a brief smirk.]
You're giving me plenty of reasons to warm up. Think the mirrors weren't too bad an idea... what about you?
[Steven's eyes haven't left Marc as he continues to explore, noting every hitch of breath and smile, every shift in his body that isn't Steven controlling that one hand. He isn't sure how this feels for Marc but he hopes it's good, hopes it's enough, even if this isn't what either of them truly desire. It's still something.
The hand slips under Marc's bottoms, the warmth of his touch lingering there until it explores deeper, until Steven's own hand slides further down and palms over his cock too. It's his turn for his breath to hitch, unsure if it's because of his own dull memory of pleasure or the vague sensation of touching Marc, or maybe both.]
I- I guess you're known to have good ideas sometimes... [His voice trails off teasingly but then he's smiling brightly, chuckling, flush as he slowly moves his hand along Marc's length, palming down the length of him before stroking upward again, fingers grasping around the shaft on the way up.]
[He can't help the shiver that runs down his spine. It's his hand. He knows it's his hand, but his eyes stay on the mirror reflection, watching that smile spread, those flushed cheeks. He has to bite his lips when fingers finally slip around him.]
Steven--
[He breathes out a sigh as he tips his head to the side. He keeps his eyes open though, keeps watching. His other hand reaches other slowly, idly brushing against cool glass. It's not the same as touching, nowhere near the same. But damn if he doesn't want to.]
[Just hearing Marc say his name like that makes him want more, makes him wish he could reach through the mirror and be there with him legitimately. It almost aches when Marc reaches for the reflection too, and Steven's hand comes up moments later to meet it, touching where Marc's fingers would be if he was actually tangible.]
Yeah? I swear it's like I can really feel you. [He confesses a little breathlessly as his hand continues moving, that slow pace keeping the pleasure building gradually, but this is how he'd touch himself if he was the one lying in bed alone right now. He doesn't dare look away either even though he feels shy with Marc watching him in return, wondering what he looks like from the other side, hand down his trousers.]
Yeah... [He smiles just slightly when Steven meets the touch. All he feels is cool mirror, but that's okay. It's enough for now...]
Yeah? [He prompts carefully when Steven says his name like that, brows furrowing a little. His own breath hitches, his muscles tighten as he tries not to move or speed things up. He wants to let Steven do as he likes... maybe he doesn't want this to end, really.]
[Every tiny reaction has Steven getting a little more urgent here, and when Marc keeps looking at him like that, how can he not give him more? Even if he's gradual about it, his hand eventually begins to speed up a bit, picking up the pace enough to give Marc a little more.]
You just... I want to make you feel so good. [He heats up admitting to that, despite everything they've done and said so far, but the faster his hand moves the more he wants to watch Marc squirm with pleasure.]
[He can't stop the noise that leaves his throat or the way his breath hitches and quickens any more than he can stop the slight jerk of his hips, the restless shifting that he tries to keep in check.
It's just his hand, but-- the fact that it's Steven there, the fact that it's him talking? He can't help the way the desire spikes up hotter in him or the way he just wants more. There's not much more he can have, but he manages a little bit of a smile at Steven.]
Trust me... you're doing that, buddy. You're doing a real good job of that, actually.
[The sounds escaping Marc are unlike anything he's heard from the man, so it's enough to encourage Steven to want to bring out more, working his hand over Marc's cock a little faster toward the urgent jerk of his hips. Steven's face is so pink in the reflection but he doesn't dare look away.]
Are you- Are you thinking about anything? About me? [Talking while essentially jerking himself off is new to Steven so he stumbles clumsily over his words, but his voice is breathless and curious.]
[He pauses, tries to collect himself. It's getting hard to focus, but-- like hell does he want to leave Steven wondering. If he can't touch him, he can at least talk to him, watch how he reacts.]
... I was trying to imagine you behind me, wrapped around me with your breath in my ear...
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Does this mean you want to spend more time with me beyond me rambling in your ear? [He smiles, just teasing, because he knows that's the whole point. It doesn't stop Steven from being nervous too because this is all so new.]
I'm... certainly enjoying the view from this angle. [His face heats up immediately but he blurted it out so - there.]
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Yeah? It's not a bad view from where I'm at either... [Especially when he's flushed like that. An odd look on his face, but fitting for Steven.]
Look how good you look.
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I like seeing you... relaxed. Less tense, I suppose.
[Fingers drum a little on the bed before Steven stills, taking a deep breath, and he tries to push toward the front a little more, to take subtle control over Marc's fingers, his hand, letting his touch smooth gently over his chest where it was resting.]
Is that working?
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... It's always a little odd, losing some control. It's like your arm going to sleep without all the pins and needles. Not bad, and he's not worried with Steven doing it.
Maybe he's even... proud in some little way, with Steven taking control, doing what he clearly wants to do.
There's a soft sigh as fingers move over his chest, and he nods his head.]
Yeah... it is.
[Now would be a good time for a kiss, or to touch in return, but he can't... do that, so Steven gets a lingering look in return.]
What are you thinking?
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He's focused on every little reaction, even the smallest of sighs hitting Steven deep, and the fingers continue to stroke gently over Marc's chest like he would if he was there.]
About how much I wish I could kiss you. [Steven smiles a little at that, knowing it's wishful thinking. The hand continues a little lower over Marc's stomach, his own hand mirroring the touch as it wanders down his own body, despite laying on his side.] You look so comfortable. It would be nice to lie down beside you.
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You're next to me. [His eyes trail over Steven, lingering over him for a moment.]
You'd make it pretty hard to just sit still if you were right here, you know. I'd probably not be able to keep my hands off you.
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Really? I think I'd like that... a lot, just to feel your hands all over my- my body.
[He takes a deep breath and shifts to stretch his legs out again, hand drifting lower to toy with the hem of Marc's shirt and slip under, palm smoothing over the warmth of his skin instead.] I think I'd like to be touched slowly.
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[He breathes, heat settling in the pit of his stomach at the image in his head. What would Steven do if he touched him like that? He can picture the flush on his cheeks, deeper than it is now, and the awkward, uncertain movements he'd probably give in return.
It'd be perfect.
Not that this is bad. It's enough to have him aching for more already. He licks his lips and shifts a little, muscles tightening just a bit under the brush of fingers.]
Slow, huh? For how long... until you think you can't stand it at all?
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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?
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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.
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All it takes is for it to be me, huh? [A gentle, fond tease, though he doesn't linger on it for long. The hand creeps lower still, fingers disappearing under the band of Marc's pants.]
I don't know how but I swear I can feel how warm you are...
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There's a hitch to his voice, a soft noise when fingers creep even lower.]
Shouldn't be that surprising... [He jokes back, managing a brief smirk.]
You're giving me plenty of reasons to warm up. Think the mirrors weren't too bad an idea... what about you?
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The hand slips under Marc's bottoms, the warmth of his touch lingering there until it explores deeper, until Steven's own hand slides further down and palms over his cock too. It's his turn for his breath to hitch, unsure if it's because of his own dull memory of pleasure or the vague sensation of touching Marc, or maybe both.]
I- I guess you're known to have good ideas sometimes... [His voice trails off teasingly but then he's smiling brightly, chuckling, flush as he slowly moves his hand along Marc's length, palming down the length of him before stroking upward again, fingers grasping around the shaft on the way up.]
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[He can't help the shiver that runs down his spine. It's his hand. He knows it's his hand, but his eyes stay on the mirror reflection, watching that smile spread, those flushed cheeks. He has to bite his lips when fingers finally slip around him.]
Steven--
[He breathes out a sigh as he tips his head to the side. He keeps his eyes open though, keeps watching. His other hand reaches other slowly, idly brushing against cool glass. It's not the same as touching, nowhere near the same. But damn if he doesn't want to.]
Doing good.
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Yeah? I swear it's like I can really feel you. [He confesses a little breathlessly as his hand continues moving, that slow pace keeping the pleasure building gradually, but this is how he'd touch himself if he was the one lying in bed alone right now. He doesn't dare look away either even though he feels shy with Marc watching him in return, wondering what he looks like from the other side, hand down his trousers.]
Marc...
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Yeah? [He prompts carefully when Steven says his name like that, brows furrowing a little. His own breath hitches, his muscles tighten as he tries not to move or speed things up. He wants to let Steven do as he likes... maybe he doesn't want this to end, really.]
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You just... I want to make you feel so good. [He heats up admitting to that, despite everything they've done and said so far, but the faster his hand moves the more he wants to watch Marc squirm with pleasure.]
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It's just his hand, but-- the fact that it's Steven there, the fact that it's him talking? He can't help the way the desire spikes up hotter in him or the way he just wants more. There's not much more he can have, but he manages a little bit of a smile at Steven.]
Trust me... you're doing that, buddy. You're doing a real good job of that, actually.
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Are you- Are you thinking about anything? About me? [Talking while essentially jerking himself off is new to Steven so he stumbles clumsily over his words, but his voice is breathless and curious.]
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[He pauses, tries to collect himself. It's getting hard to focus, but-- like hell does he want to leave Steven wondering. If he can't touch him, he can at least talk to him, watch how he reacts.]
... I was trying to imagine you behind me, wrapped around me with your breath in my ear...