[He swears he can almost feel that desperation, the way that Steven seems to almost-- need this. It steals his very breath away for a moment, makes something in him twist and ache even worse because he wants to-- give him that. He wants to give him everything he asks for and more.

He doesn't think he deserves this, really. Someone as beautiful and wonderful as Steven desiring him in any way. But Marc is selfish enough to cling to it, to hold on and take until Steven has nothing left to give. Until he's wrung out and satisfied and sure of Marc's devotion and love, no matter how fucked up it is.

No matter how broken Marc is.

He shushes him gently, using his hand to caress over Steven's throat, just tight enough to feel the pulse in his neck before he's dragging down over their chest, lower. Just careful caresses for now, exploration.]

I want you to keep your eyes closed, Steven. I'm not gonna stop touching you... okay, buddy? I'm gonna make sure you feel good tonight.