[ It's like his head is filled with fuzz, a dull hum that cottons his ears and makes his heart press into his ribcage. The tease of fingers it really more than he can take, and for a second he wants to laugh when Marc pulls up, but instead all that comes out is a low, aching sort of moan. Something he tries to swallow when it's halfway out but it still manages to slip from between his teeth. ] Shit. [ The curse escapes, sharp, fingers twitching, vision rocking just slightly with how hard his heart is thudding against his ribs. ] Bit cruel, yeah? [ Another little laugh, because he doesn't really mind, can't even manage to sound like he does.
Though the questions make him stir, and maybe he takes a little bit too long to answer. ] I-- [ His brows knit, pulling together and then up as he deflates a little. ] No, not-- no. [ And it tumbles out because he's not sure if it's more embarrassing to explain why he's sure or his own inexperience. ]
How couldn't I? [ The cool air makes his skin feel tighter, or maybe that's those teasing fingers and he can't help when he finally releases that iron grip in favor of skimming up over his own hip. Gripping himself a little too tightly through his pants, like he can manage to take some of the edge off. ] I wanted, I want to take you apart, to give you that relief. No pain, no stress, just me, overwhelming every bit of you till you're a-at peace. [ A swallow as his leg lifts, planting against the coffee table, giving it a bit of a push. ]
I don't care how, I just want you. Wanted you. For too long.
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Though the questions make him stir, and maybe he takes a little bit too long to answer. ] I-- [ His brows knit, pulling together and then up as he deflates a little. ] No, not-- no. [ And it tumbles out because he's not sure if it's more embarrassing to explain why he's sure or his own inexperience. ]
How couldn't I? [ The cool air makes his skin feel tighter, or maybe that's those teasing fingers and he can't help when he finally releases that iron grip in favor of skimming up over his own hip. Gripping himself a little too tightly through his pants, like he can manage to take some of the edge off. ] I wanted, I want to take you apart, to give you that relief. No pain, no stress, just me, overwhelming every bit of you till you're a-at peace. [ A swallow as his leg lifts, planting against the coffee table, giving it a bit of a push. ]
I don't care how, I just want you. Wanted you. For too long.