[ It's a breathy sound, interrupted by a laugh, just a tinge of ticklish near the sides of his stomach but it melts back into a groan soon enough. The pressure of it is welcome, there's no mistaking that. He sinks down a little further, he can't help himself and there's something so heady about letting himself get stuck in the moment. Maybe part of it is just being allowed to get out of his head for a few seconds, to focus on Marc and nothing else. It's hard to say, maybe he'll have more to think about later, more to say, but for now this is all he wants. Needs. ]
No-- wish I did though. [ A breathless laugh, something caught up in his throat, struggling to get out between the puffed breaths he drags in to try and slow his heart down. But it's not panic, not like it usually was with him, it's every nerve being on fire, every inkling of excitement that he had rising to the surface, refusing to be surpressed now that it was happening. ]
I've got you. [ He agrees, practically vibrating at the sound of his belt falling unclasped, another nervous laugh, filled with too much energy escaping. ] And you've got me. Any and all of me you want. [ Again it feels too confessional but he can't stop himself. The hand not under Marc's control fisting so hard in the couch he can feel his knuckles pop, but all the same he manages to keep quiet.
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No-- wish I did though. [ A breathless laugh, something caught up in his throat, struggling to get out between the puffed breaths he drags in to try and slow his heart down. But it's not panic, not like it usually was with him, it's every nerve being on fire, every inkling of excitement that he had rising to the surface, refusing to be surpressed now that it was happening. ]
I've got you. [ He agrees, practically vibrating at the sound of his belt falling unclasped, another nervous laugh, filled with too much energy escaping. ] And you've got me. Any and all of me you want. [ Again it feels too confessional but he can't stop himself. The hand not under Marc's control fisting so hard in the couch he can feel his knuckles pop, but all the same he manages to keep quiet.
Mostly. ] Tell me?