"Ha, uh — gimme a second." His hand doesn't stop working him over, stuttering a little as Midnighter pulls him down to kiss him but not ceasing to move. "Gimme a moment, it's — "
He's so reluctant to move away. Midnighter's so responsive it's addictive: all that twisting and whining, it's lovely, it's just lovely, and Marcus wants to take his time with it. He smears kisses across his mouth and cheek and jaw and neck, loose and cherishing, and only after he's dotted most of the space between Midnighter's lips and his right shoulder with kisses and nips that he lets up. He releases his grip, shakes out his wrist as he moves back — not without a slightly wide-eyed moment of taking him in. "God you're gorgeous." He doesn't actually mean to say it, it just spills over; he sounds vaguely incredulous, like he doesn't know how he ended up here. "Hold — just hold on."
He has lube. That's a relatively new thing, a purchase made along with condoms and without any eye contact with anybody else in the pharmacy. The box of condoms is unopened; the bottle of lube, however, has been cracked open, thanks to a few solitary experiments. He tries not to think about how obvious that makes him as he rescues both from his bag. The condoms he leaves on the bed, the bottle he grips — looks to Midnighter slyly, half-uncertain. "Do you want — ?" And then he stops, amused at himself, at his own diffidence, as he realises he knows the answer to that one. He wants. He can ask. So he does, moving back up Midnighter's body as he says, "Uh. Liked your — mm. Liked your fingers in me. That was good. Wanna try that again?"
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He's so reluctant to move away. Midnighter's so responsive it's addictive: all that twisting and whining, it's lovely, it's just lovely, and Marcus wants to take his time with it. He smears kisses across his mouth and cheek and jaw and neck, loose and cherishing, and only after he's dotted most of the space between Midnighter's lips and his right shoulder with kisses and nips that he lets up. He releases his grip, shakes out his wrist as he moves back — not without a slightly wide-eyed moment of taking him in. "God you're gorgeous." He doesn't actually mean to say it, it just spills over; he sounds vaguely incredulous, like he doesn't know how he ended up here. "Hold — just hold on."
He has lube. That's a relatively new thing, a purchase made along with condoms and without any eye contact with anybody else in the pharmacy. The box of condoms is unopened; the bottle of lube, however, has been cracked open, thanks to a few solitary experiments. He tries not to think about how obvious that makes him as he rescues both from his bag. The condoms he leaves on the bed, the bottle he grips — looks to Midnighter slyly, half-uncertain. "Do you want — ?" And then he stops, amused at himself, at his own diffidence, as he realises he knows the answer to that one. He wants. He can ask. So he does, moving back up Midnighter's body as he says, "Uh. Liked your — mm. Liked your fingers in me. That was good. Wanna try that again?"